It's no Easy being Bi

Understanding myself and my nature has been the hardest personal journey I've had to undertake. As I've said in previous posts I love my husband and the patience he's shown as I go through the task of unraveling the layers buried deep inside and my true self. He's been completely supportive and understanding of my needs as a bisexual woman. Of course he reaps the benefits and he deserves it! He puts in the work to be with me. He helps me sow the seeds, harvest and grind the grain, and bake the bread. In return as a show of appreciation I enjoy sharing the fruits of our mutual labor.

Before I met my ex-girlfriend, the only time I'd had sex with a woman was an impromptu event that occurred between me and a couple of close friends and my ex-husband. I hadn't really had a chance to discover who I was during the encounter. I thought I'd make up for that by dating a woman but I found it to be a trying predicament because by then I had a c***d. I ran into the fear that most women feel who come from a straight relationship and find they have a craving for the female form. Had I have been on my own I'm sure things would have turned out somewhat different. However, I still enjoy having sex with men, albeit now with just my husband.

If I thought being straight or a homosexual must have been hard I wasn't prepared to take on being bi. Unfortunately, at the time that was where I found myself. In a new relationship, having the desire to be with a woman, and thoroughly confused.

It wasn’t a full year into my relationship with my husband before his keen perception saw that I was yearning for a woman. I’d had a close friend over quite frequently under the guise that she was having trouble in her relationship. The truth was I drank in the sight of her ample breasts every time she was near. When my husband offered to let me sleep with her without him being present it forced every craving I’d ever had to the forefront. His act of selflessness also pushed every fear and harsh experience to the front of my mind also.

By being bi I found myself caught between two worlds. When I’d been with a woman I’d been treated as an outcast because I had a c***d. I was like tainted fruit because I didn’t let my disposition towards men abate my sexual appetite for cock. When I spoke to most men about being bi they looked down on my sexuality. Oh sure they didn’t mind a fuck, but a serious relationship with a woman who slept with other women was out of the question. My husband is the first man I met who accepted me for me. The problem was I didn’t know who I was!

My Dark knight was quick to see my hesitation. He swooped in with answers that boggled my mind and my sense of propriety. Then my worst fears were realized. He explained that one of the reasons he understood so much was because he’d been with so many women. He further explained that because he’d been so accepting he was allowed to not only sleep with some women, but also they would bring their friends and have him fuck them too!

At that point I wasn’t so concerned about who I was, I was wondering who the hell I’d gotten with! My husband was a stud! Not the quaint title men shared among themselves but the real true to life thing. He’d been bred off to women as if he was a prized bull or horse. My mind reeled with confusion. Surely he didn’t expect me to do the same thing to him...

And he didn’t. He put the choice in my hands and I had to make a decision I’d never had to make before. I’m not going to lie. The desire to feel my tongue wading through a set of soft pink lips was a large factor. There were many nights I had disturbing dreams where I licked his cream from another woman’s lips while he used his freshly fucked cock to satisfy my hole. I tried to shake those thoughts from my mind. I tried to repent. I struggled, I really did. I saw the pain in his eyes that I hurt from trying to deny myself what I really wanted.

Then he offered to bring someone home. My mind said no but when I spoke I found myself agreeing. My husband, Richard, had always had the ability to make me wet. When he brought home another woman I found myself getting even wetter. He let me talk to her to get relaxed and I’m sure I blushed for a full hour as we “got to know each other”. then he unexpectedly came up behind me and started fondling my breasts. I felt everything wet inside of my pussy flood toward my lips. When he pulled up my dress and asked her if she wanted to have some of my wet pussy, she immediately replied yes and got on her knees and fingered me.

Any doubt I’d had was erased as this woman he brought home fingered me as my husband caressed my body. It was better than when i had taken my husband up on the offer to sleep with a woman alone. He worked both of us down and I saw for the first time that he truly was a stud and I was his mate. All at once my need for the tender touch of a woman and the urgent desire of a man was satisfied at once and so was hers.

As I sit here reminiscing, my body still gets hot. It’s slightly embarrassing to admit I’d had so much trouble with the decision to have sex with my husband and another woman at the same time. Its not easy being bi or dealing with the mocking glances of straights and lesbians who consider me a slut. However, in the end its what satisfies me emotionally and its well worth the price.

Desiree xoxo