Discovering Homosexuality, A Gay Man With A Lesbian Wife
This story is about giving in to feelings I harbored all my life, either suppressed them, or made up a thousand excuses. I was 39, married for 12 years, two children, a career that was growing. I earned enough that my wife stayed home. She was a girl who for most of her teen years was encouraged by her family to become a nun, not pretty, self centered. Far more sexually inhibited than I was. We were both virgins. For much the same reasons.
I was unhappy with that part of my life.
I traveled on an unexpected emergency to a foreign country. I was there to deal with a serious corporate issue, but not making contact with the local office. I stayed in a central hotel, far away from the plant and offices. At night, I became wrestles because of the meetings I had to attend the next day, and wrestles in general. I asked the front desk if there was a quiet bar near by within walking distance. I said, but the clerk misinterpreted my request, a quiet bar where a man didn't have to deal with women.
The bar was quiet, and very dark when I went in. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a Scotch, straight and watched the other men there in the bar mirror. It was 100% businessmen. I thought I saw a man embrace another man, then at the bar two men sat and they were very friendly. I left my place to use the bathroom and when I walked through the bar that was now getting quite full I realized I was in a gay bar, for men only.
I wanted to watch so I got up from the bar and moved to a small table facing the door. The bar was packed and here and there a man put his arm around another man, here and there their faces came together. Here and there men held hands. I was lost in thought, in a way uncomfortable, and in another excited. A man came over and asked if he could share the table with me. He asked me a lot of questions. I told him I was from out of town and the desk clerk had recommended the bar for me.
I left with him. He owned an apartment in a high rise and we went there. Along the walk he put his arm around my shoulders. At his apartment, which was very nice, masculine but not over the top. Art work on the walls, everywhere, but the theme was obvious. Some pictures here and there, there were no women displayed. He got me a drink and we stepped out onto the patio to overlook the city. I had made up my mind that I would let this go where it went. When he put his arm around my shoulder I leaned in, and he asked me if I was open to having sex. It was that straight up.
He knew, and I later confessed that it was my first time. HG started with a kiss on the lips, to see if I would back out. It seems that it's a form of litmus test. The other taking a dick in your mouth. I did both. I kissed and took his dick in my mouth. I had never felt desire like I felt it that night, we were soon on his bed, I let him make love to me, I held his dick in my hand and didn't let go. He spent a long time with me, kissing me a lot, my eyes closed when he did and I accepted that, when he put his dick back against my cheek I opened my mouth for it. When he took my dick in his mouth I felt butterflies in my stomach, when he told me he was going to use some warm goo in my ass I let him stick his finger in all the way. And the test of tests, I let him stick his dick in me, all the way and fuck ne until he was satisfied. For the first time in my life I felt right with sex. This is what I had been missing.
It turns out that my wife was a suppressed lesbian. It took a little longer for her allow herself to engage in a romantic sexual relationship. She dealt with a lot of guilt, whereas I embraced it. Two homosexuals, who now worked on an open marriage. Secret lives kept from our children. We don't combine our sex lives, in that we are private. I continue to enjoy casual relationships, except now I have experience. She had a close partnership with a another woman, she seems to need that closeness. We are different, I want the marriage, she needs the marriage, I make the money, she spends it.