Foreword:
I’m excited to introduce our first guest post, written by my friend ‘Josh’ (who is using a pseudonym for reasons that will become clear).
Josh is one of the kindest people I know. He was eager to share his story, although he’s nervous about your responses.
I’m honoured that Josh chose to share it here. Please be kind, as it wasn’t easy for him to be so open about his experiences.
We hope to feature more guest writers in the future, so get in touch if you’ve got a story to share.
Love,
Confessions of a Married Bi Bloke: a Wife and a Secret Life
Trigger warning: Explicit sexual references, gay sexual references, sexual infidelity, adult language.
Today, I’m opening up about summat a bit different. On Grindr I'm one of those headless torsos with no profile info, username "Bi Bloke" - but you can call me Josh.
I’m happily married to a cracking lass. She’s me rock, me partner-in-crime, and she means the world to me. We’ve got two wonderful kids together, and they’re the light of our lives. But here’s where it gets interesting—I’ve also got this gay mate I [used to] hook up with, you might know him as Fuzzy.
Why do I do it? Why cheat on me missus? Hold your horses, mate, let’s not go down that guilt trip road.
This is where it gets tricky—me and the lass, we had that chat about me bisexuality. She says she understands but she’s doesn’t want to hear any more about it.
She’s not aware I’m exploring that side of meself. See, it’s like this itch I need to scratch, mate. It’s about feeling connected in a way that’s different from what I have with our lass. It ain’t about replacing her, I’m just exploring this part of me that’s always been there.
To keep things under wraps, I’m careful as can be. I limit meself to just one bloke. We’ve built a rapport, and there’s mutual trust and respect.
I don’t take unnecessary risks. Condoms? Always. Regular health checks? You bet. Clear boundaries and open lines with me fuck bud? Absolutely crucial. He even shares his STI testing results me. Safety’s paramount.
I don’t have romantic feelings for blokes, Fuzzy included —just physical ones. Me heart belongs to our missus, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our relationship is solid, and I want to keep it that way.
But the physical need? Mate, it’s intense. It’s like a hunger that needs satisfying from time to time. It’s about finding balance between our desires and my commitment to me family.
When it comes to the sex with a bloke, it’s a whole different ballgame. It’s raw, physical, and yeah, bit rougher than what I share with the missus. It’s less about tenderness and more about that animalistic energy.
Rough, sweaty, poppered up sessions. Eating ass, riding dick and feeling a strong, thick hand around my throat as I’m on the edge of shooting a heavy load. I love the feeling of submission when he buries my face in his pits, the smell of his nuts on my beard when I leave. I love choking on that thick hard cock, and the salty taste of the pre as it leaks from his dick. It’s primal—like two beasts finding release.
It’s a side of me that needs expression, but it doesn’t change how I feel about our lass.
And yeah, there’s the guilt. It’s there, lurking in the shadows. I love the lass—believe me, I do, with all me heart. Am I being fair? Maybe not. But I struggle to stop myself.
But listen up, mate. This ain’t just my story. There’s loads of us figuring out who we are and what we want in our relationships. Yeah it’s a bit of a muddle, a bit complicated, but it’s real life.
Love and intimacy are proper maze no matter your flavour. Whether you’re straight as a die, or a bit bi like me, or prefer blokes over gals, your journey’s legit. It’s all about finding your way, but trying not to hurt anyone involved.
Cheers for sticking with me through these confessions of a married bi bloke. Maybe I’ll tell you more if this ramble goes down alright - and I don’t get too much hate…