Ok, so I’m a brand spanking new poster… hope ya’ll will forgive me 
Anyway, I saw this thread and decided I just HAD to add my story.
I am a straight woman married to a bisexual man. We met in High School at the tender age of 15 and became instant friends. Married the month after our high school graduation (he had just turned 18, I was 17). I always knew about his attraction to men. it didn’t bother me. He never outright admitted to being gay or bi though. During the first couple of years we were married, we had a friend (ironically, the best man at our wedding) that we would fool around with, only twice was there actually penetration involved and both times it was between my husband and our friend. (my husband being the bottom). Soon after the first time they had had sex, my husband finally admitted to me (verbally) that he was bisexual. It didn’t bother me, I was a little taken a back at first, bt He assured me that he was in love with me and I had nothing to worry about.
Eventually we drifted apart from our friend and we focused our attention on our marraige, building our house, trying to start a family, etc… We would still go to gay bars/clubs together, and I even took him to his first pride day parade. Then, one day, 5 months after moving into our brand new house, (and 4 1/2 years into our marraige) he came to me and said that he wanted to persue a relationship with a man. I just kind of looked at him. not believing what I was hearing. Evidentally he had been thinking a lot about his sexuality and he felt that he needed the opportunity to explore it. He said that he thought he was gay, but was confused because he felt so strongly for me. Anyway, we decided that the best thing to do would be get a divorce. I wanted him to be happy and have the opportunity to explore this side of him, though I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle him having an actual relationship while we were still together. If he was really gay, well, I COULDN’T make him happy no matter how hard I tried, and then I would be miserable because I would know he needed to be with someone else. It was one of the hardest decisions I had to make.
I held his hand when he came out to his family the next day and spent countless hours on the phone with his mother (who didn’t take the news very well). He moved into the guest room and began dating and eventually met a really nice guy who became his boyfriend. I filed for divorce finally and he began sleeping at his boyfriends house almost every day. I would spend the nights alone in our bed and cry. Then Rob (my husband) asked me if he could bring his boyfriend home to spend the night at our house. I said no at first, knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle it, then eventually said yes, even inviting the boyfriend personally. My thinking was that it would force me to come to terms with my soon to be divorce and ex-husband’s sexuality. It was horrible sleeping (or trying to anyway) knowing the Rob was in the next room with his boyfriend. things went on like this for a while, the three of us hanging out together, even eating breakfast together in the mornings, and me crying myself to sleep at night. Then, a few weeks later, Rob’s boyfriend broke up with him. That same afternoon, Rob called me at work and asked me to come home for sex. In the back of my mind I was thinking…Don’t do it, it will be impossible to separate your feelings for him then! but the little devil on my shoulder said. “come on, it’ll be fun, just make sure it’s ‘just sex’ nothing more” So, I went home, and we made love like we never had before. He told me he loved me, wanted me back, he was sorry for what he put me through, etc. we went on like this for 3 days, having incredible sex, and him telling me how he had made a mistake. I couldn’t get it out of my head that he was gay, and getting back together wasn’t helping him come to terms with his sexuality. So I asked him to move out. He continued to try to court me while staying with his mother, and I continued to tell him no, it was getting harder and harder. Finally I gave in. Who was I kidding, I am in love with him! We did a lot of talking, and a lot of crying. He assured me that while he was mostly attracted to men, and had really cared about his boyfriend, his feelings for me were very strong. He loves me. He wants to spend the rest of his life with me, and he’s bisexual.
My reaction to him the second time he came out to me wasn’t as easy. I was convinced that he was on the rebound from being dumped, and he was saying he was bi to cover up the fact that he was gay. It took about another two weeks of him living with his mother and away from me, for me to come to terms with his sexuality. I didn’t have a problem with him being bisexual in principle, I just felt inadequate and unable to meet all of his needs and desires. Finally, I just got tiered of second guessing him. I decided to accept him and his sexuality, and love him unconditionally. I let him move back home.
His being out to our families and friends is harder for me to deal with than it was when it was just he and I knowing. sometimes I feel like people think I’m a beard, or I’m trying to “straighten him out”. i still feel inadequate sometimes because i’m not a man, even though he doesn’t do or say anything to make me feel that way. I’lm learning that living with and being married to an openly bisexual man (with a stronger pull towards men than women) is a lot different than just accepting and supporting his bisexuality. it’s a whole new ball game. but in less than a month, we will be celebrating our 5th anniversary. and our relationship has never been better. we love eachother, we fully trust eachother, and we are more open and honest with eachother. I love Rob. Rob is bisexual. and loving him means loving all of him. this is just one part of who he is, and I don’t think I would love him as much if he wasn’t.
Sorry this is so long
Jmelee
So for a while I used “Max Esprit” (as in “maximum”), but didn’t like it, so shortened it to “Esprix,” using the “x” from “Max.”
But have you any idea how expensive triples are? Not to mention quads & quints. After that it gets a bit, shall we say, impractical. (Although there was that 8-person bicycle I saw one time on some TV show…) That was why I thought of fondue sets - you get all of those extra forks. (Not to mention, I have a lovely collection of fondue sets in beautiful 70s colors - harvest gold, avocado, burnt orange - ahhhh. We had a fondue party one time and no one would reclaim their pots later. LOL)