Dear Agony Aunt Claire, Something has happened in my life that troubles me. I am a recently retired man who has been happily married to my wife for more years than I would care to remember. We still have a sex life, though over the years it has dwindled to Sunday morning after our morning cuppa. At this point, I don’t know if she is doing it for me or I’m doing it for her. Nevertheless, I believe it’s an arrangement that...

After Mark had left and both myself and my wife had recovered, we had a bit of a discussion about what was happening to both of us. She asked if I liked what had happened to me up to now, and I had to confess that I had enjoyed it. This must have pleased my wife as she smiled and then asked me about Mark and about her letting him do those things to me. Again, I said okay without wanting to sound too enthusiastic. Up to my...

My wife encouraged my feminisation more over the next couple of weeks. She often had me dressed more girlie whenever we were alone at home. I even had to wear a bra while I was dressed and she took great delight in fondling my breasts and patting me on the bottom as I went past her. She even complimented me if I did something right saying I was a good girl. You’re now thinking about how I felt about all this. Well, the tr...

My marriage has been a long-suffering affair. I’m not the most forceful or demonstrative of men and my wife had often chided me for it. We more or less did what she decided what we were doing and, of course, our sex life was included in that. It's not that I resented it, I didn’t. I was happy that she took control so I didn’t have to. By and large, this worked for me and I thought for her as well. However, recently my wif...

Not all my encounters were of a bisexual nature and I enjoyed liaisons with both sexes. I always managed to use my mouth to good effect no matter what gender they were. I was equally at home sucking cock as well as licking pussy and burying my face between two mountains of flesh with nipples on either side. When you are young and your hormones are flying all over your body, people like me were easily excited about sex whe...

This story is a follow on from my story, “It runs in the family.” It’s my dad’s tale of his newly found bisexual life in retirement. My name is Arthur and I’m new to this side of life but did have some very limited experience very early on. Fast-forward almost forty-odd years and I can’t believe I’m living this kind of life now. My son's confession that he was bisexual came as a bit of a shock but also woke my long-suppre...

This story is a continuation of the bisexual aspect of my biography and it came as a great surprise to me! In the mid-nineties, my mother died leaving her husband of forty years a widower on the verge of retirement. As I was still single it gave dad and me the chance to spend some quality time together. My mother was a strong woman who tended to dominate the things she and my dad did. So it was good to get to know him for...

The Boys Upstairs I had just left college after yet another change of direction career-wise and had landed a job in another town in Lancashire which prompted another move. The flat that I acquired was a one-bedroom affair and above me was a two bedroomed flat occupied by Jim and Robert. It was no secret that they were gay and lived as a couple. But apart from the occasional greeting and nodding at each other when we met w...

My mate John and I were going through a lean time with women and we were sitting in the pub with him bemoaning about it over a couple of pints of beer. I was living in a heterosexual world and he had no idea about the other side of my life as a bisexual male. We both had our own houses and currently no one to share them with. But we agreed there was no point in moaning about it and we should just get on with our lives. Wh...

My brief career in shop work ended in my early twenties in another town. Shop management was all glory and low pay. I took a job in a local factory with much better wages. I was also living independently and for once, l had money to spend; some of which l intended to spend on cross-dressing after l had seen it in imported and, probably not legal at the time, porn mags. Like many other people, l had tried dressing in my mo...

In the late sixties in a working-class town in the north of England, there was little to do on a Tuesday afternoon when it was half-day closing. I worked in a food shop and Saturday was usually very busy so all shopkeepers closed upon what they considered was the quietest afternoon. My town was Tuesday. There was literally nothing to do so l took to going to the cinema particularly if the weather wasn’t very good. A packe...