Boys and Their Toys

Almost together we drank some of our beer.

"The first thing Andrew told me, that's his name, was that my wife had most likely always been a latent bi-sexual."

"Always been a latent bi-sexual," I butted in as that sounded so preposterous.

"Yes, always had been. Not a repressed bi-sexual, because that would have shown itself in her personality. Now Andrew knows his stuff so when he told me, I knew he was talking sense."

"So, this latent bi-sexuality in my wife is a clinical possibility."

Ralph looked at me. "Yes,"

I knew Ralph's friend must have told him a lot more than just that. "What else did Andrew tell you?"

"The main thing Andrew told me was that now Beth had enjoyed a lesbian experience, it had awakened her latent bi-sexuality such that being lesbian is as much a part of her, as is her heterosexuality. In other words, now she knows she is bi-sexual there is no way she can go without either of them."

"Do you think Andrew would say the same thing about Vivian," I asked him?

"I can introduce you to Andrew if you like. He's a really nice guy."

"Vivian told me that she now needs her lesbian lovers just as much as she needs her heterosexual husband," I told him, repeating her words.

"That's much what Beth told me and Andrew confirmed it," he told me.

Then I asked what I really wanted answering. "Did he give you any help about dealing with it?"

Ralph studied me for a moment. "I'll tell you exactly what he told me. Leave her or love her, one is straightforward the other will be more demanding."

I just stared at him.

"I don't think he would say it in quite the same way to you, but we have a bit of history between us," he was smiling as he said it. "In your case, it depends on how important your toy is to you."

"Very important," I told him. "How demanding has it been for you?" I asked, hoping to get some ideas about dealing with it.

"I tried ignoring it at first, even when I knew she was with another lesbian. I soon found out it didn't work, for me. Then I tried asking Beth to tell me all about it, but she found that difficult as I wanted to know more about the emotional side of it rather than just the physical activity."

I was finding it difficult to know if I could do any of that so I offered to get us another beer and left him to give us both a breather. As I was filling my glass from the beer barrel, Vivian came up to me and slipped her arm around my waist. "I think the party is going very well, don't you, Darling?"

For the first time since Ralph cornered me, I looked around. Everyone seem to be in conversation with someone and the caterers were still hovering with drinks and food for anyone who wanted any. "I asked the caterers and everyone to leave you and Ralph alone so that you wouldn't be interrupted. Has he been able to help you?"

My wife looked so concerned I bent down and kissed her on the lips. "He is being very helpful," I told her, even though I still had no idea how I was going to cope with her new sexuality. All I had decided, at least for now was not to divorce her. That would have been like destroying the toy just so no one else could have it.

She reached up with her arms and pulled me down for a very nice kiss.

"Got to go," I told her when she released me, picking up both full glasses and returning to Ralph.

"No divorce, then," he commented as I handed him his beer.

"No, at least not for now," I replied as I took my first gulp of the deliciously cool liquid.

"Beth is now very discrete with her assignations," he started. Most are during the day and when she meets in the evening it's usually when I am at my bridge club. If not, I go to the pub and take my mind off it with a game of darts."

"That's all well and good with physically avoiding any involvement, but how do you cope mentally. I can't help thinking about it about it all the time."

"That's because it's all so new to you. It will get better, especially if Vivian is like Beth and makes your times together something special."

I nodded in understanding. "So, it's just a case of overcoming my favourite toy syndrome and accepting that my wife has extramarital sex with other women?"

"Don't think it will be that easy," Ralph told me harshly." In my case, it took nearly a year. Now, when Beth and I are together or working as normal, the fact that she is bi-sexual has no relevance. Though I still get knotted up sometimes when we are in bed. It's only after I know she has actually been with another lesbian and when I suffer from my little boy syndrome. Suppressing it was hard at first, but now I control it by thinking about what life would be like without her and remembering the last time we made love."

When I looked up I saw Vivian and Beth hovering near us. "Ralph, I think our wives want us back in the party," I told him.

He turned toward them and then back to me. "You can talk to me any time and don't forget my offer to put you in touch with Andrew. When we stood up I shook his hand and thanked him for taking the time to talk to me.

He put his hand on my shoulder and tightened his grip. "Don't give up, Mathew you have too much to lose."

I spent the rest of the evening with Vivian, talking to the women my wife now shared her body and I assumed some of her affection with. They all seemed very respectful toward me and our conversations were very friendly without any hint of their relationship with my wife.

Finally, our guests had gone, the caterers had cleared up and apart from a couple of unopened bottles of wine and some beer still in the barrel, it was as though the party never happened. In bed, Vivian hugged herself to me

"Darling, are you happier now that you have met everyone and talked to Ralph," she asked me.

"They all seem very nice people," I told her. "Ralph told me of his experience and how he coped when he found out Beth was bi-sexual. I'm going to try and follow his example," I told my wife. "Though I might ask him to arrange a meeting with his psychiatrist friend, Stephen."

Before going to sleep the rest of our time in bed was spent with my wife and making love to each other. I tried not to compare but there was definitely a difference in the way she now moved her hips when she was approaching orgasm. Perhaps it was the result of my improved stamina.

A month after my meeting with Ralph, Vivian told me that her reading circle was meeting every week. When I asked her on which evenings she told me one week was on a Tuesday and the other on a Thursday. "Are you going to be doing a lot more reading?" I asked her. "Darling, you know how much I enjoy reading," she replied with a wicked smile, followed by a very nice kiss.

I eventually found that following what Ralph had told me about his way of coping also worked for me. The strongest incentive however was the thought of what life would be like without the beautiful woman I loved so much.

About six months later I had a client whose reason for divorcing his wife helped me overcome my favourite toy syndrome. Like me, he had been married for over twenty years. When his wife was sacked he found out that for over five years she had been using company time to meet various male lovers in the luxury locations where she was supposed to be negotiating foreign holiday packages.

When I thought about his situation and compared it with mine, the fact that my wife carried out her assignations openly, much closer to home and only for a few hours, meant that my favourite toy was never really out of my sight for long and would always be handed back to me in good condition.

After nearly a year with my exercise programme and some weight training, I did recover some of my virility for a few years, until age caught up with me again when I was in my late sixties.

I never asked Vivian why she did it, but whenever she started a new relationship the lady was invited to dinner on a Friday evening and introduced to me. After the meal and an hour or so of conversation, the lady left and we never spoke of her again.

My wife rarely spent a night with any of her ladies and on her insistence, I have never watched her with another woman or been told anything about her assignations. It took me a while before I accepted that this was part of my wife's life that I was never going to be privy to. Eventually the time my wife spent with other women had little everyday relevance to me, just as Ralph had predicted. Except that I would occasionally fuck the hell out of my favourite toy, just because someone else had been playing with it for longer than usual.

I know Vivian still occasionally visits Celia and I think she tells me afterwards to vindicate the added energy in her lovemaking the following evening.

My beautiful wife still continues her lesbian relationships even though she is in her seventies. Just as she continues to share a sexually satisfying and very loving relationship with me. A long time ago I realised that if I loved this woman as much as I did, to stay in this marriage I had no alternative but to accept her bi-sexuality.

Fortunately, even after all these years, neither of our children nor anyone else in our family or among our friends known anything about this side of our life.

I never did visit Stephen. Occasionally, I still meet Ralph for a meal, a pint and a game of darts in our local pub. It just so happens that it's always on the same evening that our wives are spending time together.