My First Experience With 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 had enough of my boyfriend, he was lazy, drank too much and refused to work, I wanted to end the relationship, but he refused to leave. Eventually I hit a self destructive streak and though if I fucked other guys, he would get the message and fuck off, but that man could talk me into believing anything.

Ignoring my sexual infidelity completely, seemed to make him believe we should explore our sexual horizons together. He said this would make things better, while I said "get a job, stop drinking, this will make things better"!

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 all decided to meet up at a swingers club at a special event and I had a couple of toots to loosen up before we got there – Dutch courage, perhaps?

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!