Honesty was the Best Policy

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Not all my encounters were of a bisexual nature and I enjoyed liaisons with both sexes. I always managed to use my mouth to good effect no matter what gender they were. I was equally at home sucking cock as well as licking pussy and burying my face between two mountains of flesh with nipples on either side. When you are young and your hormones are flying all over your body, people like me were easily excited about sex wherever they get it from. Cock or pussy, l loved it all.I had been talking to Rita for a while now in our local pub. She was quite good-looking, though a little on the thin side with small breasts. Nevertheless, she was good company and after fortifying myself with three pints of lager I asked her out and she said yes.Now when I get into this situation, l really want to tell them I’m bisexual but being honest has not always worked in my favour. Some girls have dropped me like a hot potato, others have been intrigued and asked me lots of questions about it and then politely moved on. Occasionally one or two have stayed around for a while and it hadn’t bothered them and the relationship lasted its course.I resolved to only tell Rita if our relationship turned sexual. I imagine many of you readers have not said anything and now it’s too late to say anything as over time it becomes a well-hidden secret. I don’t blame anyone as I have had a few adverse reactions to it when I have declared my bisexuality. So I needed to take things easy with Rita.Our first few dates went well and things were progressing. She was, as I thought so at the time, good company and during our conversations, she demonstrated a broad mind and a liberal attitude. Added to this l had explored and got my fingers wet at the end of our evenings during a good night kiss. So things were going that way and I needed to tell her before it did.We were having a night in and a takeaway along with a couple of bottles of wine and I was pretty sure we would end up having sex. Well, l really hoped çankaya escort so. But I felt that I had to come clean and start this relationship right. I’m sure Rita was wondering why I was leaping ahead of her in the wine-drinking stakes but I needed some Dutch courage as I really liked her and rejection would have hurt.So I asked her if she had ever wondered about my past and the relationships I had had prior to us dating. She said it wasn’t anything to do with her and that everyone has a past. I took what she said and told her my past was probably not as conventional as hers. This left her space to ask me questions and after a brief pause, she did.It didn’t take long for her to reach the right conclusion. During this cross-examination, I watched for any sign of rejection or disgust but I didn’t see any. Admittedly I couldn’t see any signs of acceptance either. She looked at me, stoney-faced, and went quiet for a while.At this point there is no advantage in trying to plead my case, to justify what I have been up to. Rita would either accept me or reject me. What l really didn’t want was the let’s-just-remain-friends line.Anyway, after what seemed like an age but was probably no more than a few seconds Rita smiled and said it didn’t bother her and then shocked me by telling me that she too has had a relationship with another girl. She also said that we should ignore gender and get on with people we liked.What a revelation! As you can imagine the rest of the evening was spent in bed and I have to say she had the firmest nipples of anyone I had encountered. My mouth was put to good use that evening licking her pussy and sucking her nipples as well as trying to get my cock as deep into her as I could. Rita even joked that she thought I wished she had a cock too so I wouldn’t feel like I was straying.Over the next few weeks, Rita asked a great many questions about my lifestyle and I have to admit so did keçiören escort I. Little by little she managed to tease out of me the things that two men (I’m not telling her anymore than that) do with and to each other. Likewise, Rita told me everything two ladies do to and with each other. I don’t suppose she would have told me if there had been more than one other. She even admitted to a strap-on. I could see a glint in her eye when she told me. I think I was going to get it at some point. I even found out the meaning of scissor sisters and concluded that it was the same as frottage in my world.During the course of the next few weeks, Rita proved to be a very adventurous lady when it came to sex. Inhibitions didn’t count, as bit by bit, we shed them. Yes, I did get to find out about the strap-on but not before she made me suck it first. She claimed she wanted to see how men did it l thought Rita was getting very kinky. The strap-on was used quite a number of times and I have to say I quite liked the look of it on Rita. It was how I imagined I looked to other men or maybe I was just fooling myself.She even got me to put on some of her underwear before pegging me with it, little knowing before I told her, that I had cross-dressed many times. She thought that was hilarious and I thought Rita only dressed me in her underwear to remind herself of her own past.Inevitably, one day the conversation came round to watching each other have sex with our own gender. Like many men I always wanted to watch two females enjoy each other’s bodies and Rita said she would love to watch me with another man. I’m not sure how seriously we took it at first as finding other willing participants was difficult in the days before the internet. Nevertheless, we discussed what each was likely to witness in front of each other and spoke about what we didn’t want to see. I thought that would have been neither of us having any kind etimesgut escort of physical contact with the opposite sex of the other couple, but no. Rita wasn’t bothered and neither was I thought that wasn’t the name of the exercise, was it?It probably would have been a non-starter but for Rita finding an advertisement in the back of a magazine selling a contact booklet of people who like to swing. As it was Rita who pointed it out I knew then that she was serious about the project. I hadn’t sucked a cock for a long time and she probably hadn’t licked a pussy for a long time either so we sent for it hoping there would be a section for bisexual people. There was. But nothing that involved another couple. It was mostly couples looking for one extra and mostly females. So we thought we would put our own advert in the next monthly booklet and see if anything came of it.We got two replies and chose the one that had a Polaroid picture in it. This was after a “should we” conversation. A telephone call and we agreed that we would go to their place and if everything went alright and we got along then we would spend the night there. They didn’t mind a little soft play with the opposite sex of the other couple but the ultimate was not on the cards. Rules agreed, we both said “What have we done?” but secretly I’m sure we were both excited. I know I was.The week leading up to the event was a little tense. I think both of us were concerned about how this would affect our relationship. Reassured, we laughed and giggled a lot about what we were going to do. I went for the pre-pubescent look and removed the vast majority of my body hair. Rita liked the look and did the same. The day arrived and scrubbed within an inch of our lives and looking as presentable as we both could be, we got into the car and drove the twenty-odd miles to our rendezvous.The couple we had arranged to meet was Steve and Emma. They were roughly our own age. Steve was a pleasant-looking bloke, a little taller than me and a little bit heavier but by no means fat. Emma too was heavier than Rita but again not fat and judging by the look on Rita’s face Emma was just what Rita wanted. They made us feel at home and at ease very quickly and I, for one, felt that the exercise was on and judging by the smile on Rita’s face I think she felt the same.

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