Liz Bradshaw prowled around her spacious apartment, a double shot of vodka in hand. Her angular face bare of any makeup, revealed a good-looking woman just shy of forty who was both lonely and depressed.
Mr. Bradshaw had left with no warning some five months back. Liz later learned he'd run off with a twenty year old, leaving Liz with all the bills.
I suppose the title of my story could be, "I Married a Bisexual," but while that's true, there's more to the story than just that.
Yes, my wife, Robin, is a bisexual. She's had sex with males and females, well, female, singular, and that would be her oldest friend, Renee. And, she's done so consensually and with complete enjoyment.
Jerry and Heather pulled into their driveway after a night out to relax and take some time for themselves. After they had their baby it was nice to get out and not have to worry about it for an evening.
Jerry looked over at his wife. He was still shocked at the blonde bombshell he managed to marry.
It was her first visit to North America or, more specifically Canada, and only her third au pair position. Her first two resulted in unwelcome advances from the men in the family and she asked the agency to quietly find her another placements far from her native Norway.
The girls had been out into town for a few drinks and had come back to Charlie's house, opening a bottle of wine on their return and chatting till the early hours. They knew each other through a friend and had been on many nights out together over the past 8 years. They were both in their 20's with curvaceous bodies. Charlotte, Charlie to her friends, was tall and blonde, whilst Jane was small and had an exotic look about her. But however different their appearances were they had similar minds when it came to sex.
Dee and I have been friends for several years. Her daughter is two weeks younger than my son, and we got together several times a week to have coffee and play dates for the kids from the time they were both about two years old.
After a year or two of doing this, she shared with me that she'd been having an affair with a married man, starting shortly after she'd had her daughter.
Mike and Dana spent several nights over the next couple of weeks sleeping together in Dana's bed. They didn't always fuck and sometimes they just held each other softly as they drifted off to sleep.
One night Mike commented that he was thinking of inviting Gina over for dinner at their apartment. Dana said to just let her know what night they picked and she would clear out and give them some privacy.
Mike woke up feeling deliciously happy and rejuvenated. He smiled to himself thinking about the events of the previous evening and reflected that all was well with the world and the universe was unfolding just as it should. In short, he was feeling pretty pleased with himself.
He checked the other side of the bed to ensure that Debbie was not there and an even brighter smile lit up his face.
I was so glad to be on the way home. It wasn't a particularly long or difficult date; I was just ready to be home – home to my loving wife of fifteen years. I know it's a cliché, but my wife really is my best friend. They say that a strong marriage is built on good communication. Well, we have a very strong marriage. We talked about everything – all the time. We would send each other short e-mails or text messages several times a day and usually when my wife came home from work we would often sit on the couch just talking for 30-45 minutes as we decompressed (I get home an hour before she does most days).
Emmy had suggested we spent the evening watching a film, and I was happy to go along with her plan. I'm fairly open-minded in what I watch, and cope readily enough with most things she chooses. I might object if they were sappy romances time and again, but—to be fair to her—they're no more common than any other genre, so it works out ok.