My First Bisexual Couple

I promised someone that I would write about my first bi experience so if that subject turns you off, stop here. If you're underage, why are you reading this? Also, safe sex is not illustrated in this story but in real life, it's a good idea. Do you know where it was last? Wrap that rascal!

I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site under the titles "My First Double Header" and "Enjoying The Tour Guide". This version is updated, corrected and in many ways is different from the original story. It is a true story, it actually happened and I tried to recall the event as clearly and honestly as I could.

I'm not the sort of person that you would ever think had bisexual fantasies. I fall way below the "gaydar." My friends of both sexes all consider me to be a pussy hound. So, when my opportunity arose to walk on the wild side, my masturbation fantasies, my secret predilection and my curiosity were stimulated to the max. You could say that I was easily seduced.

The setting was a funky watering hole in the village of East Hampton, New York, "The Blue Parrot", during the turn of the millenium. It was in early July but the day was rainy and dreary. Most of the summer tourists were home preparing for their evening out at some fine expensive restaurant and then a tour of the clubs. The Parrot was fairly empty at that time of day. I was there with a bunch of local characters, all friends. We were loose and goofy, and we were laughing a lot. With good margaritas and tex-mex fare, it was a good hang to be outside under the awning with my friends. Some of the conversation was of local politics, local gossip and sex jokes. The local women were as raw as the men and this was a type of banter we were all used to, as we usually met here once a week during the dead hours.

I was 51 at the time and just coming off an ugly divorce. I looked about ten years younger than my age and my body was in pretty good shape. I stood about six foot and had a trim and rugged physique. I was feeling no pain that afternoon and was in no rush to end the party but as the dinner hour was arriving, our group began to break up and drift away. I went up to Barry, the bartender and paid the tab as it was my turn that day. He pointed over to a couple by the windows and said that they would like to buy me another margarita. I took the drink and walked over to their corner table to thank them. As I was outside on the deck with my gang, I was oblivious to the crowd inside and I hadn't seen them. Now, as I walked over, I liked what I saw. They were both in their mid-thirties, tall, thin and in very good shape. They both looked like runners. Well-heeled, too. As I approached the table, he stood up and offered his hand, asking me to pull up a chair.

"What did I do to deserve another drink?" I inquired, adding "Oh, by the way, my name is Ray."

"I'm Roger and this is my wife, Patty. We heard some of your conversation with your friends and you seem to know a lot about this place. Since we are only here for a month, we thought you might tell us some good things to see and do here."

I pulled up a chair. "It would be my pleasure. What sort of things are you interested in?"

For the next hour, while she took notes, I told them of good restaurants, good beach situations, good galleries, the best sunsets, good boat charters and finally, the most romantic spots. Patty was mostly very quiet. It seemed to me that she was flirting with me, perhaps a little coquettishly. As I was wrapping things up, she asked me where some the stars lived. I laughed at her "touristy" question and I told her that I would be pleased to give them a guided tour and I gave them my phone number. I excused myself and went off to the men's room to drain my snake.

Upon my return and as I was about to bid them a good evening, Patty asked if I had some time to give them a little tour now as there was still a couple of hours of sunlight. I have no idea what possessed me to agree but within a few minutes, I was driving my SUV toward Further Lane and the wealthy oceanfront estates. I pointed out the homes of all the movie stars, the rock stars, the directors, the producers, the billionaires, etc and told them stories about The Hamptons. They both ate it up. Roger asked if I knew where a certain Wall Street titan lived and I drove them past his house. Roger mumbled that he was his boss. I lightened his mood by driving them along Further Lane, then back along Middle Lane, the Highway Behind the Pond, then Lily Pond Lane and finally into the Georgica Association. Forming a large circle, I ended up back at The Parrot parking lot.

"Listen, Ray. That was great fun. You're a great tour guide. We think you're a scream, too! Are you busy tonight? Would you like to come over to our place for some more drinks? We also have some good smoke if you're into that," said Roger. "Come, play with us."

By this time, I had taken a real liking to this couple. Patty was very pretty and very sensual in the way she moved and held herself. I was sure that she was flirting with me. Several times, I caught myself looking down her open blouse at her braless breasts. They were small and shapely. I saw her nipples swing away from the fabric once and I felt my dick react. Roger was also very good looking and his well-toned frame also made an impression. He moved in a certain way, forceful yet pliant. I had the sense that he was flirting with me, too. I liked these people. They were bright, urbane and with an easy sense of humor making our time together very relaxing and pleasant.

I agreed to meet them and asked for directions to their place as I wanted to go home first, shower and sit on the throne. Patty wouldn't hear of it.

"Come back with us," she offered, "we have a great rental with plenty of room."

"No, I really have some things to do at home. Give me about an hour." I got the address and we exchanged phone numbers.

On the way back to my house, I considered that I had nothing to do and here was a great opportunity to meet new people. After I showered and dressed, I grabbed a bottle of wine, some smoke and the latest Dan's Paper and headed out. I was thinking of nothing more than a nice evening.

As I pulled into their rented house, on the ocean in Sagaponack, I was astonished. It was an oceanfront estate, the kind that rents for at least $100,000 for the month (in millenium money). Only the really, really wealthy can afford something like this. In the driveway sat a Bentley Mulsanne, my favorite car. I was impressed.

Roger and Patty were at the front door under the port couchere. They could see my amazement as I got out of the car.

"I made several killings in the market over the last few years," explained Roger, "now we are enjoying the fruits of my good luck."

"I see. Well, I'm impressed...and that's not an easy thing to do to me," I said quietly.

Once inside, it was even more impressive. The house was completely furnished with the very best pieces. Art works by the best of the local artists lined the walls. The Living Room opened onto the sand dunes and the sea and while the view was breathtaking, the room was dominated by a Steinway grand piano. Patty took my hand.

"I'll make some drinks while Roger rolls one."

"I already have one rolled," I offered, "Here, pop this!"

"Mmm. Nice wine. You have good taste. Meet you guys out on the deck."

We spent the next hour getting high and chatting under a starry sky. The light breeze of the ocean felt just right. We laughed a whole lot, too, as we got loose. Patty seemed more assertive than Roger but Roger seemed to accept this with a droll humor. After a while, the grape was passing through me and I had to hit the john. Patty guided me to a guest room and pointed to the bathroom.

I stood in this massive room and took it all in before entering the bathroom. The guest room was about as big as the entire ground floor of my house! Beside a king-sized bed facing the sand dunes, there was a sixty-five inch TV screen attached to one wall. I walked into the john. There was a separate shower that could hold at least four people and a deep soaking tub alongside. Next to the toilet was a collection of "Yachting" and "The Robb Report" and I sat down to enjoy a good read.

Roger yelled through the door, "We're going into the pool. Strip down when you get out! I left you a robe."

On the bed was a large cotton robe. I figured "strip down" meant in my underwear. I got down to my drawers and put on the robe. On my way back through the Living Room, I had to stop and try out that beautiful piano, tickling some New Orleans boogie. "Out here!" yelled Roger.

I walked outside. I felt somewhat uncomfortable in just a robe and I thought it a bit odd that Roger and Patty were enrobed as well. I mean, why not just wear bathing suits? But the view from the deck stopped any thoughts in my head and overwhelmed me. Standing on this deck, with a glistening pool next to me and the endless expanse of the Atlantic in front of me, I felt blessed just to be there.

Roger and Patty were sitting at a small table. The table had about a dozen little candles all lit with a soft glow, a platter of munchies and they were ahead of me in the libations.

"Care for another margarita," cooed Patty.

"Perhaps you'd like some of this," asked Roger as he passed me the joint.

"Man, you guys have got it made. This is the life," I babbled.

"Just wait until you hit the pool," said Patty, "the pool in the moonlight is one of the great features of this house."

"Actually, that piano calls to me," I said, feeling the musical twitch again that a musician gets when he sees a fine instrument.

"I'd like to hear you play some more. Neither of us have any musical skills and it's great to hear that piano sing," said Roger but Patty cut him short.

"Later, let's just get loose now. One more hit for me," she reached for the joint and took a deep inhale.

She made a big deal of sucking on the end of the joint until Roger laughed and said, "She sucks a joint great...better than anyone else."

"Almost anyone else," she added while giving Roger a little pinch. They both saw my surprise at their interplay and smiled at me.

"Well, I'm feeling great," she said, "Now if you don't mind; I'm going to take a dip. If you two care to join me..."

She stood up and walked to the edge of the deep end of the pool. Dropping her robe, she was nude and standing with her back to us. Shaking her tiny little fanny, she dove in without a splash, surfacing with a squeal.

"Oh, this is soooooo good. Come on in, boys."

"Ray?" Roger stood and removed his robe. I was immediately struck by his hairless chest and arms. His dick was soft but looked to be a good eight inches as it hung from lightly haired pubes. I looked away quickly.

"When in Rome..." I said as I dropped my robe and stood there in my underwear. I wasted no time in dropping them and dove in. The water was very warm and the mist that rose from its surface into the humid night created a fantasy effect to this scene. The pool had a black bottom which enhanced the grey reflection of the partly clouded sky. It produced an opalescent appearance to the water. I felt as though I was in an Ingmar Bergman setting or maybe a Federico Fellini film. As Patty swam alongside me, her perky breasts bobbed under the surface and my vision was complete.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?"

"I was suddenly lost in it."

"I know. I could see it. I felt the same way last week when we had our first night swim."

I felt her cling to me, her breasts framing my right arm. My cock twitched again which caused her to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"I like how your dick said hello to me!" She reached out, took in a firm grip and shook it saying, "And hello to you."

The three of us were laughing although I sure did feel strange about that. In fact, until I heard Roger laugh, I was almost unaware that he was there.

"Don't let her make you nuts, Ray, she has a crazy sense of humor," Roger said as he sensed my discomfort.

"Oh really, love," Patty reached over and shook Roger's dick, "And hello to you, too."

More laughter. But then, Roger reached out and shook my dick, too.

"It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, sir. You are an expert guide."

I was astonished, mouth gaping with that deer-in-the-headlights look. At this juncture, let me say that I had never had a bi experience other that some childhood group jerk-off explorations. However, I had been thinking about it. I enjoyed the orgasm I got from masturbating to some good bisexual and lesbian porn. The thought of having a real experience thrilled but also frightened me. Was I going to fulfill my fantasies? Not that I questioned my masculinity, I did not. At this point in my life I pretty much knew who I was and what I liked. Still, I was ready for a new experience and here it was, shaking my dick.

"It looks like he likes your greeting, honey." Patty smiled up at me. "You've been wonderful to us today and we want to reciprocate. Are you alright with this?"

"Patty, I am very alright with this. It's just that it came on so unexpectedly. I'm very excited...and willing. You two are very hot..and mostly, very nice people."

"We talked about the possibility of picking you up while we were at The Parrot and here we are. We also got an expert tour thrown in. Let us thank you." I felt my ego zoom as she admitted their subterfuge. My dick was also zooming. Flattery will get you anything.

"We like you, Ray. There doesn't seem to be any artifice. We give that high marks. Are you okay with this?" Roger reached around me and caressed my penis head between his fingers. There was no doubt that I was okay.

"Go where you want to go. I'm more than okay with this. I'm excited for this new experience."

"Have you ever been with a couple before?" Patty inquired.

"No. I've only recently become divorced and I..."

Patty leaned into my lips. Quickly, we were rolling tongues and swapping spit. My hands traveled down to her perfectly round breasts, small and firm. I rolled her pencil eraser nipples between my fingers and my thumb flicked them. She was grinding her crotch into me as Roger still held me, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks and pushing me along her slit. We were standing in waist high warm water, enshrouded by the warm mist that hovered inches above the surface. I could hear the ocean waves crashing on the nearby shore and I wondered aloud, almost as in a dream, "Does it get any better than this?"

"You bet it does," said Patty as she flipped her body onto me, wrapping her legs around my ass. My cock, now at its proudest, slipped right into her as she humped me.

"Don't cum, okay." She said as she squeezed her pussy around me. "I don't want to get pregnant...okay."

"Don't worry," I said, "I'm shooting blanks. I had a vasectomy some years ago. I decided I was finished making babies."

"That's awesome," she squealed, "but don't come yet. We have lots of time."

Roger got out of the pool to light a joint. Patty and I disengaged and got out, too. While we toweled off, he tossed us our robes and beckoned us inside. We walked from the pool into their bedroom. Roger handed the joint to Patty who toked and then handed it to me. It needed a light and as I was relighting it, the two of them peeled off my robe. Patty dropped to her knees and engulfed my erect cock between her lips. Roger stood behind me, his cock sliding into the crack between my ass cheeks, his fingers playing with my nipples. Patty was fabulous, taking a real delight in licking me. Her tongue slid along the underside of my cock and enveloped the head, and then she sucked me in slowly down to the back of her throat. She moaned and it turned me on even more. She was really enjoying this.

She pulled away from me and pushed me down onto the bed. Climbing to my side, she began to lick my balls. Roger climbed onto the bed next to me and leaned in to share my cock. "This is it! I'm dead and in heaven!" I thought to myself. But as two tongues worked my throbbing organ, I was soon lost in ecstasy. They took turns licking me and sucking on me. One of them licked down to the base of my sac and then around to my butt. I was getting rimmed for the first time and it felt amazing. I was feeling four lips on my dick and it felt exquisite. I was experiencing ecstasy.

Patty skittered over and let Roger do his oral magic. Evidently, he was an expert as he swallowed my cock, his tongue swirling around the head. Patty positioned herself to squat over my face and slowly lowered her crotch to my open and waiting mouth. As she lowered, her scent filled my head and made it swim, and then the sight of her wet and shaved slash coming toward me made me push my dick further into Roger's lips. Her warm, wet pussy rubbed around my mouth as she wiggled her ass. My tongue ran from her clit to her ass to her clit to her ass as she rocked on me. She breathing picked up rhythm until it became panting, she moaned and then shook as her orgasm erupted. As she came, she pushed down onto my tongue which now surrounded her clit, tapping on it. At the moment she broke, I began to shoot. Roger swallowed the first squirt and backed off as stream after stream hit his face. Patty quickly swallowed me and took in the last spray. Then she leaned to her husband and began to lick his face clean. They shared a deep kiss. It was very quiet and their sound only enhanced the desire.

We lay peacefully together for a while; my head nestled in Patty's tits. Finally, I turned and took one of her nipples between my lips, kissing it softly as she emitted small guttural sounds. She lay back and Roger took the other breast. We took an uninhibited delight in kneading and squeezing them, lightly pulling on them. I traced her breast with my fingers as she ran her fingers through our hair. I felt her shudder and I smelled her sweat. I slowly traveled down to her navel, Roger did the same. Two tongues in unison traveled down her flat stomach. Her scent was powerful. Her pubes, hairless and soft, parted as her legs spread. Two tongues in unison down her mons, slipped into her slit and slid down to her sopping canal. Suddenly, I had an urge. While we were lapping her crotch, I stuck my tongue into Roger's mouth. For several minutes, we sucked face.

"That's beautiful, boys, but I need cock. Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me now."

I backed off to watch as Roger took his large, long and very stiff cock and slipped in to her. She drew her knees up and pulled him deeper. In almost no time, she began to thrust up, arching her back and cumming hard. Roger pulled out and whipped his cock over her stomach and started to shoot, spraying her tits and up to her chin. He collapsed next to her, causing the bed to bounce. I fell forward, one hand on the bed and one on her stomach. My hand was covered with his milky and very sticky fluid. Patty reached down, took my hand, pulled to her mouth and began sucking my fingers and licking my palm off. Then she took my hand and rubbed it into a large pool of cum on her breast. Then she turned my hand and pushed it suggestively up to my face. I knew that another threshold was about to be crossed.

All sorts of things ran through my brain. Was I going to lick his cum off her hand? Well, why not, right? "In for a penny, in for a pound," I uttered these words, stuck out my tongue and licked her palm dry. I thought that his cum was not as salty as my own, kind of creamy, very gooey but not at all bad. Now that I was feeling so daring, I decided to go for it and so I leaned across Patty and put my lips over the head of Roger's cock. It was strange but not alarming. The spongy meatus slid over my tongue and I sucked on it. Some residual dribbles added lubrication as I rolled this dick around. I felt liberated. I felt alive. I enjoyed the sensation. I enjoyed his cock.