The Very First Time I Met A Bisexual Female

Discovering your own bisexuality can come at the strangest of times, when you least expect it, this is what happened to me. My first bisexual female encounter, led to my own discovery of another part of my sexuality.

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.

We went out early, had a few drinks and by the time we arrived at the Marquee, my nerves were pretty settled and I was cooking nicely on a couple of glasses of red wine.

Our new found, so-call friends met us at the door and as they were really familiar with the joint, showed us around. Even my open mind was already opened further when showed the dungeon the sex rooms the anything goes room, chill rooms, disco, dining and indoor heated swimming pool. It was an adult theme park.

After dinner, getting to know our hosts, a few more drinks, watching the stripper and dancing up a storm I was feeling like a real bisexual female, I was ready to party it up in the swimming pool and that is where we went.

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!

We were all over each other in the pool and it was a big turn on to know her husband and my estranged boyfriend were looking on too. Quite frankly I was sadly disappointed when she handed me over to her husband, I didn’t fancy him at all, and this pretty much fucked me up for the rest of the evening. I understood, swinging is swinging and you have to swap.