A perfectly appropriate post for this topic. After I left my wife a few years ago, I met a very freaky woman. I shall call her “Erin”. (O.K., that’s her real name but, A. I don’t care, and B., like she would ever be lurking in here.) From an outward appearance, Erin would make a nun look like a slut. Prim and proper, covered up, strait laced, quiet and conservative. Alone and intimate, not like that at all between the sheets. Among many of the delightful fetishes she had were swingers clubs. She found an ideal match in me in that I am very open minded and will try just about anything. To that end, I can differentiate between getting off with another and not be threatened by that. A guy can fuck her till she bleeds, but as long as she is with me at the end, I am cool with it. To me, there is a difference between levels of pleasure and levels of commitment. Trust is the actual word for it. Anyway, she told me that one of her fantasies was to be fucked by two men. I told her that was fine with me. We went to a local swingers club, Miami Velvet, to fulfill that. After we got in, we went into the locker room, got undressed and put on the dress code towels. Then we went upstairs. We talked to a few people but it did not seem right. Just bad hits. Then we saw a couple sitting across from us. She looked liked she was about done. He was looking around, quietly looking for more. They looked cool so we approached them and we talked for a bit. After a minute or so of small talk, I just told her that we wanted to borrow her man for a bit so to speak. She said that was fine with her but she would not participate as she was about done at that point. (She was also a bit drunk.) We went into one of the side rooms that accommodates smaller gatherings as opposed to the mass of quivering bodies that occupy the main area. She sat on the edge of the bed and just watched the 3 of us go at it while she smiled and smoked her cigarettes. (An aside, ladies, create a perfume with the scent of not so cheap perfume, pussy, cigarettes and Jack Daniels and you will have 40 guys wanting to lick your pussy every night.) The other guy and I did Erin about every way we could. She just loved it. So did I. Towards the end, she was sucking his dick. I was close by her ear, talking dirty, telling her how hot she was. Then the unexpected happened. She handed him off to me. She wanted me to suck his dick as well. So I did. I was like, “fuck it, why not?” At that point, I did it for her. Later, when we were driving home, she told me that she had never been so turned on in her life as when I did that. That was her ultimate and darkest fantasy. My attitude was that I was happy to fulfill that for her. Personally, I was happy to do that for her. But I also really enjoyed it. It was a novelty, but it also very cool from my perspective. The realization of that perspective surprised me a bit. I have never been attracted to men. Quite frankly, my fantasies always involve eating and fucking pussy. The though of blowing, fucking or being blown and/or fucked by a guy never even enters my mind. I can look at another man a say he is good looking or attractive. But never have I looked at a man and said to myself that I wanted to fuck him or suck his dick. Yet I did like what I did to that one man that one night. I sucked him off while Erin kissed him. I rather liked that experience. Does that make me bi or gay?