My wife and I first met when we were teenagers, obviously way too young for sex, the nearest I got was a feel of her boobs. She didn't see me down there until we were both over 18. She had never told me about her interest in other women, nor I about my sexual urges towards men. As it was, we could openly point to someone, saying how pretty she was or good looking another man was, without it seeming sexual.
We married at 20, possibly too young, neither of our parents approved, and settled into married life, a modest house which we made our home. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and looking back, the tell tell signs were all there, conditioning made me ignore them. I remembered being turned on by schoolmates in the showers, (especially the 'bigger' boys) masturbating over one of the male teaches, even the underwear on manikins in shop windows, and so on. At college, nothing changed, whilst I dated pretty girls, even had intercourse with one at 18, the thought of other men was never far away. Eventually, conditioning will always give way to nature, the classic nature over nurture. No matter how you are brought up, nature will prevail.
And so it was that I had my first ventures into homosexuality, while being seen by friends and family as being straight. It was with a complete stranger, a friend of a friend. We met at a house party and I had too much to drink, so the host put me to bed in a spare room. Later, his friend of his came to see if I was okay. By then I was feeling much better. I simply don't know what came over me, he was kneeling at the bedside when I reached out and pulled him towards me. We kissed, oh my god, years of subconscious lust spilled out in a moment. We kissed again, this time he held me and the kiss was more passionate. He knew he didn't have long, so he scribbled his number on a scrap of paper, kissed me once more, and was gone. I fell asleep till the morning, when I made my apologies to the host, and left. At home, I sent him a text thanking him for his help, suggesting that we meet for dinner, the least I could do. We went for a Chinese, then back to his place. Sitting on his sofa, I didn't know where or how to begin. He took matters into his own hands, undoing my trousers and extracting my penis. It didn't take long, we kissed and he tossed me off, the first man to touch my dick. He then invited me to wank him. Having removed his trousers and underwear, I stroked his hardness. He came over my hand. For some reason, I licked it off. We tidied ourselves up and I left, a spring in my step.
Trying to convince myself that I was straight, I picked a girl up in a bar. We went outside and I fucked her in the beer garden, with a bloody condom. The feeling I had for guys wouldn't go away. I wanked over gay porn, deleting the history straight after. I plucked up the courage to visit a gay sauna. What a revelation. Nude men of all shapes and sizes, wandering around looking for sex. It was here that I fucked my first man. We had been sitting in the hot tub, playing with each other under the bubbles and kissing. He knelt up and shoved his bum in my face. Having seen it on porn films, I rimmed him. We went to a closet, where I fucked him, tighter than a cunt, I came quicker, he tossed himself. I wanted someone to do it to me. It happened on my next visit to the sauna, in the steam room of all places, and two guys. It was very dark, it took me a while for my eyes to adjust. Through the steam, I could see two men opposite me, kissing and stroking one another. I joined in, kneeling in front of them and giving them head. One of them got up and put himself behind me. We were all sweating profusely. He held my waist, pushed, and my cherry was gone. He only pulled out to put his cum on my back. His mate was less fortunate, he didn't pull out in time and bred me. Secretly, I didn't give a toss.
After that, I sort of came out to some close friends, hinting at my bisexuality, no one cared, so I told my family, with the same result. From then on, nothing was off the table. I went on dating sites and had one night stands with both sexes, generally preferring to bottom to guys, but whatever, sex is sex.
So, there I was, one evening, after a glass of wine, admitting my feelings to my wife. To my amazement, she put her arm round me, kissed me, and showed me a picture of her secret lesbian lover, boyish good looks, with small tits, they had been dating on and off for about a year. They got together when I went to the football. This admission made me horny, not the reaction she was expecting. I took her blouse off, unclipped her bra and suckled her nipples. My right hand went up her skirt, pushing her knickers aside, two fingers fucked her fanny. We rolled onto the carpet, not bothering to undress, I hitched her skirt up, and slid my cock past the gusset of her knickers, and shagged her there, the elastic of her panties rubbing on my knob, I soon exploded. She had to finger herself to a climax.
From then on we had no secrets. I wanted to watch her with her girlfriend, and with the football season coming to a close, I had my chance. She invited her girlfriend round. I found their lesbian sex a huge turn on, masturbating while they made love. She now wants to watch me with a man....
