The Very First Time I Met A Bisexual Female

During my first experience with a bisexual female, I discovered I was a bisexual female too, who knew? I always had an idea that I was attracted to women as well as men, but I never knew just how much!

I had been in a long relationships with a no good loser, he never worked, drank like a fish and frankly I had had enough of him and enough of men. He was a mad man and a bully, he wouldn’t leave me alone so I though if I fucked around with other men he would get the message. But this con was an artist and could make me believe anything.

What he wanted to do was get involved in swinging for whatever his rationale was. He had a look around found out about some swingers clubs and eventually made contact with the female half of another couple. He wanted to get together and meet them, I was really halfhearted about it all, but eventually I agreed.

He convinced me, again, that swinging was a solution to my honestly, bad behavior – I was harming myself more than anything. Anyway I agreed to a meeting with another swinging couple and we arranged to meet, I was very curious I admit.

They agreed to meet us there, so we had a few drinks before we arrived (I paid again!). The club was called the Marquee, and I had heard it was rough, so I stilled my nerves with a glass of red wine. I actually felt like puking.

On arrival, our couple met us at the door and showed us around, what a fucking eye-opener!! I was trying to be blasé, a girl about town, but I couldn’t believe my eyes. Bedrooms built for sex (no doors), a dungeon, romp rooms with different rules, and anything goes room, and a massive steaming heated swimming pool, as well as dining, bar and nightclub area. This was like an adults play park.

Eventually after dinner, drinks, a show and more drinks and dancing, we ended up in the drink, the swimming pool. his is where our new lady friend started coming on to me, she was warming me up for her husband. But this was my first bisexual female experience and I was enjoying it.

We were all turned on actually, the hot water hand and hot mouths, tits and pussy. But there came a time when the swapping began. This was it, the adult bit and I really didn’t want it but did it anyway, I fucked with her husband. More harm to my already fucked up psyche? Probably!

You might be pleased to find out I ran away from the dead beat boyfriend, and have not had another bi-sexual female experience again yet. But I am looking forward to the next one, its just that sex all got a bit fucked up for me, and I am still trying to get it all straight in my head. In future I choose who I fuck with, not someone else!