At a recent swingers-only pool party, I experienced two firsts: bi-guys and the thrill of finding myself the center of attention from two men.
I know the bi-guy topic has been covered before in other places, but what makes blogging fun is that I get to throw in my two cents whenever I feel like it. In this case, maybe I should say throw in my three words because that’s how quickly I can sum up the experience. It was hot!
(Another first that evening was being serenaded by drunken swingers performing The Unicorn Song – including the animal-like movements. Since he drew comics for Playboy, I don’t think Shel Silverstein would have objected, whether or not he had swingers in mind when he wrote the poem that later became the lyrics of a quirky folk tune, but I digress.)
Where was I? Oh, yes. Bi-guys. This is an area where I’ve seen the biggest inconsistency regarding sexual openness in the Lifestyle. Bi-women are the norm and accepted happily, but most of the guys with bi-curiosities are in the closet.
Maybe I’m just being selfish. I’d like for male bi-sexuality and bi-curiosity to be more accepted because a fantasy of mine – and I’m sure I’m not the only woman who finds the idea titillating – is to have a boyfriend that wouldn’t object to adding a bi-guy to the mix.
Nobody is ever quite sure how they’ll react in a new situation, but the bi-activity among the guys at the party just seemed to be the next natural step. In an if-it-feels-good, go-ahead kind of environment, does anyone really care whose mouth is where, if it’s all in fun?
But as entertaining as that was, for me the highlight of the evening happened in the pool before everyone headed for the master bedroom. Once the bathing suits disappeared and the friendly fondling began, the host swam up to one side of me while a friend of his approached on the other. Suddenly, there were two mouths on my breasts, an expression of joyous surprise on my face and a memory that will always prompt a mischievous smile.
