When you least expect it, you may just discover you are bisexual, all you need is the opportunity to arise and there are areas of sexuality where doors can be opened. When I had my firs female bisexual female, I didn’t want it to end, but sadly all good things come to an end.

I had been in a long relationships with a no good loser, he never worked, drank like a fish and frankly I had had enough of him and enough of men. He was a mad man and a bully, he wouldn’t leave me alone so I though if I fucked around with other men he would get the message. But this con was an artist and could make me believe anything.

What he wanted to do was get involved in swinging for whatever his rationale was. He had a look around found out about some swingers clubs and eventually made contact with the female half of another couple. He wanted to get together and meet them, I was really halfhearted about it all, but eventually I agreed.

He convinced me, again, that swinging was a solution to my honestly, bad behavior – I was harming myself more than anything. Anyway I agreed to a meeting with another swinging couple and we arranged to meet, I was very curious I admit.

They agreed to meet us there, so we had a few drinks before we arrived (I paid again!). The club was called the Marquee, and I had heard it was rough, so I stilled my nerves with a glass of red wine. I actually felt like puking.

The couple we met online had invited us and were very familiar with this club, in fact they met us at the door, showed us around and even my eyes goggled at the dungeon. The sexy rooms, indoor swimming pool that was like a giant steam bath and various entertainment rooms including a massive nightclub area. I thought to myself if this is what swinging is about, then it ain’t half bad".

After all the civilized stuff, dinner, drinking, dancing and entertainment, we went to the pool and this is where my bisexual female counterpart got hot and heavy with me. I picked up that she was getting me hot for her husband, but I didn’t want this, my first female bisexual encounter to stop.

Everyone was turned on, my estranged boyfriend, her husband, her and especially me, but she handed me over to him and this was the deal, You agreed, you behaved like adults and you swapped. That was the part I didn’t like, but I though, oh, what the heck, in for a penny in for a pound and I swapped.

We were all over each other in the pool and it was a big turn on to know her husband and my estranged boyfriend were looking on too. Quite frankly I was sadly disappointed when she handed me over to her husband, I didn’t fancy him at all, and this pretty much fucked me up for the rest of the evening. I understood, swinging is swinging and you have to swap.