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.
