Bisexual or...

Speaking for myself, although I frame myself as a bisexual, up until this weekend (more about that later), I hadn't fucked a woman since 2010. And despite my size, 6'1", 200 lbs., I am a 100% bottom, often submissive and femme, and my only interest in women has been how they're dressed, how would I look in it, what shoes they're wearing, do they come in my size, and how they're made uo. So in reality, were I to be completely honest, I shoud have considered myselg to be a homosexual sometimes cross-dressing slut.

Fast forward to last Saturday. As some of you may recall, I am in a new relationship with the supervising ER physician at a nearby, nameless hospital. He is Black, 6'5", 220 lbs. and has been blessed with the stereotypical BBC which he has carefully introduced me to. Under his carefull guidance I've learned how to take his full length into me, loving it, and am learning how to deep throat him too, which has actually been more difficult than taking it up my ass. But he can take me in his arms and make me feel small, which I've always wanted and never experienced until now.

As with most new relationships we are sexually pre-occupied and because of his schedule we wind up having sex at all hours of the day and night. And even though we spend as much time together as possible, and I'm basically living with him, we maintain our own apartments, but he prefers his, which is okay with me.

Back to last Saturday. I'm not going into graphic details, but we were fucking in his living room. I was in stockings and heels, which he likes, bent over the back of an arm chair, just on the edge of an orgasm when the apartment door swung open. Talk about coitus interruptus! There stood this woman, both arms filled with grocery bags. She was tall, very pretty with blond to white very short hair, incredibly blue eyes and nicely tanned skin. I guess mid-30s to early 40s. Black miniskirt, an old Oakland Raiders T-shirt and black ballet flats completed the picture.

My lover, whose cock remained hard and deep inside me, paused and asked, "Veronika, what are you doing here?" To which she replied, I'm sorry doctor, but you're not supposed to be home today." I could sense the mental slap to the forehead he made. And then, placeing his hands on my hips he reumed fcuking me as Veronika proceeded to unload her shopping in the kitchen. After a while, as I was working my way back to cummng, she reappeared in the living room and asked "Can I watch?" I was too busy to answer, but he said, "Sure, if you want to." and just kept humping along. She sat in the chair opposite me, looking directly into my eyes. I barely noticed her slipping her panties down but became very aware of her masturbating herself. Soon enough she stood and coming over to me held her wet hand in front of my face. And when she placed a couple of fingers under my nose, I inhaled that delicious aroma from the past and opened my mouth. She put two fingers in and I began sucking them, my climb towards coming abandoned. At the same time my lover came in me and as he withdrew from inside me, he slapped my ass and said, "Go for it." I didn't realize it at the time, but now understand, it was a gift.

For the next couple of hours or so I took her orallu, vaginally and anally. And at her urging the doctor joined in and I have lost track of how many variations of sexual intercourse we tried. In the end, it seems that Veronika was his little secret and is now the reason I, like him, can call myself bisexual.

Which brings me around to the title of this topic. How many of us are truly bi, not gay, whatever we call ourselves?