It is a long story about my bull experience and eventual realisation I am bisexual, but I will add to it as time goes by. How I met Mick is not important, but let's just say I met him and his previous wife through my wife, who both did line dancing socially. She came home one night and told me about Francis and how we should all catch up fir ginner one night. That was the beginning of a number of awesome sexual adventures over a year or so, but their marriage eventually became too difficult for them and it dissolved, much too our disappointment. We genuinely enjoyed their company in and outside the bedroom and as often happens, we ended up not seeing either of them. Both moved on to other relationships and we all drifted apart. A few years passed before I heard from Mick again via email, but by that stage my wife and I lost our mojo and rarely had sex. She was not what I would call overly adventurous, but was happy to try swinging, but as she grew older, her interest waned.
When Mick made contact, by the 3rd email it was clear he and his new wife were into swinging and he was hoping we could meet her and start a relationship like we had before, but by that stage I knew my wife would not be interested. Over a year or do, I started to want to meet them but didn't know how to bring up the subject with my wife so one day when I read in their areas forcework, I decided to reach out and visit them on my own. That was the beginning of a 6 year affair with me visiting them every 6 months or so.