You think you know someone. Chapter 1 of 4.

Isn’t it funny when you think you know someone and then all of a sudden something happens or somebody says something and your perception of them changes forever.My wife Janet and I had been friends with Dave and Chloe for thirty plus years. Like us, they were a devoted couple. They had two grown children who had moved out of home now. Chloe was always gorgeous, tall, blond, good looking and tits that had men lusting after her. Dave was always athletic. He ran marathons and boxed when he was younger, now he just worked out in the gym to maintain his great shape.One evening, about a month ago we went out for dinner with them. We catch up every couple of months and usually enjoy each other’s company. After the meal, Dave and I were sitting talking at the dinner table and the girls had gone outside to have a cigarette. Neither of them was a full-time smoker but when they got together and have a few drinks they reverted to old bad habits and let their hair down. And they both had certainly had a more than a few drinks that night.I was the designated driver so as the evening wound to a close it was up to me to get everyone home safely. We dropped Dave and Chloe at their house. No sooner had we said good night and driven off when Janet dropped what I thought was a bomb shell.”Chloe and Dave have been going to a swingers club. Apparently, Dave loves to watch other men fuck her,” Janet told me.”What the fuck? Where did that come from? How do you know that?” I said, nearly running off the road.”What? Why did she tell you this?” I was incredulous.”Chloe told me when we were out having a smoke,” Janet told me, “She told me heaps of stuff. She likes Dave to fuck her up the ass.”While Dave and I had been talking as men do, about sport, the weather, current affairs, anything but what is really important to us, the girls had been having a deep and meaningful conversation. At least Chloe, who had had the most to drink, had been having a deep and meaningful confession session.”I don’t know why Escort bodrum she did, but she told me that Dave was the only man she had ever been with and she wasn’t happy that she might have missed out on something. They had discussed it and decided that a swingers group would be an easy way for her to meet someone and fuck around,” Janet relayed to me, “Apparently Dave agreed as it would give him a chance to fuck around and not cheat on her.”I knew that Dave had been unfaithful to her once or twice while on business trips but had always confessed as soon as he had returned home and was forgiven.”No way,” I protested, “Of all the couples I know, they would have been the least likely couple to swing.””Well, she told me this has been going on for over twelve months,” my wife said, “Dave gets a huge buzz watching other guys fuck her. She has a couple of regular guys that come along just to do her.”I couldn’t believe it. And a picture of Chloe taking it up the ass stuck in my mind.’Fuck! This is going to do my head in,’ I thought as we drove home.”She invited us along,” Janet said calmly, “She probably felt sorry for you, I told her I didn’t have much interest in sex any more.””Jeez Janet what else did you say?” I asked, a light tone of panic in my voice.The reason for my concern is that I’m a closet bisexual. When Janet lost interest in sex after our kids were born, I had done a bit of experimenting with her permission. Sex with men had always been a desire of mine and after a couple of liaisons with strangers I was hooked. She wasn’t that happy. She thought once I had got it out of my system that was going to be it. But it had become just about my only sexual relief and I was not going to stop having sex with men.”I said we might go along one night,” Janet said.I didn’t think that would happen. Janet has a confidence problem. She has a very low opinion of her own body and is very self-conscious.”I told her you are very good at oral sex,” Janet then Escort Kuşadası said.”What did you say that for? ” I asked in disbelief.”Because you are. I can vouch for when you are with a woman, and you are with men too apparently,” she said, “That’s what that guy told me after I watched you suck him off.”She was referring to the one and only time she had watched me with a guy, twenty years ago.Anyway, that is the background to what happened next time I saw Dave.He had invited me out on his boat fishing. I had been out with him before. He had a nice half cabin runabout with a one hundred horse power outboard motor. But Dave wasn’t a mechanically minded type of guy and I wasn’t convinced with his seamanship either so I always checked the weather forecast and water conditions before accepting any invitation to go out on the bay with him. Having assured myself I was going to be about as safe as I could be, Saturday found me waiting on the jetty for him to bring the boat around and pick me up.Once anchored and our baits were in the water we sat back in the shade of the cabin and waited for some action.”What’s up, Alex? You are quiet,” Dave asked me.I had been having trouble thinking of things to say to him. I still had the mental image of him fucking Chloe in the ass. If you could see Chloe you’d understand why it would be every man’s dream to have a woman like her that actually enjoyed anal sex.”Janet told me that you and Chloe had joined a swingers group,” I said.Dave instantly looked embarrassed.”Yeh,” he said, “Chloe told me she had told Janet.””Fuck me, how did you talk her into that?” I said.”It was her idea. I couldn’t believe my luck,” he replied.”So it’s true? You watch other guys screw your wife?” I asked tentatively.”Sure. And she watches me.””You don’t get jealous?” I asked now.”Not if she lets me join in,””So you fuck other women and she watches?” I inquired.”Sometimes women… sometimes other guys,” he said quietly.My head snapped bodrum escort around. I had been looking at the horizon like all good mates do when you’re having an in-depth discussion with your best friend. Guys don’t look each other in the eye if they have heart to heart talks.”You mean to tell me you sometimes have sex with men, and she watches?””Sometimes, I hope you aren’t offended. It’s just something I had to try and now I like it,” he admitted.”Shit, Dave! No, I’m not offended, not at all,” I yelled at him.Offended is the last thing I was. At last, someone I knew who had the balls to admit they were bisexual. I, at last, had a male friend with whom I could talk about my own sexuality.”How long have you been bisexual?” l asked him.”I have had thoughts for probably twenty years, I never really did anything until we started swinging. Do you think I’m weird?” he admitted and asked me.”Dave, I have been a practising bisexual for twenty-five years. Why the fuck haven’t we talked to each other before now? Shit, I have been going crazy trying to hide it for so long. I’m sure you feel the same way. Some days you just feel so different from all your macho mates you think they are from another planet,” l babbled out.”Exactly. You just don’t know if you should even be thinking the thoughts you have. You know that a lot of the guys you know aren’t the same as you. Their attitudes to sex, women, gay guys, it is like they are from Mars. And you don’t say anything because you’re not gay but you aren’t one of those macho bastards,” he said.I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had given up trying to have a lot of men friends. I had nothing in common with most other men.”I wonder if our hidden bisexuality is what’s kept us friends all these years,” he suggested, “Unknown to each other we are each other’s type.”We sat talking for the next hour. Any thoughts of catching a fish were gone, we hadn’t even checked our baits since our initial cast. He asked me how much experience I’d had with same gender sex and when I told him I’d had sex with maybe two hundred men he was awestruck. But as I told him that number over twenty-five years was not hugely excessive. One different guy every six weeks. Yeah, that was about my average.We discussed everything sexual that we had done.