Throughout exploring all the various kinks that turn me on, I often consider just how bisexual I might be in any of the circumstances that filter through my brain.

As someone who has never really stepped out of the straight box, I definitely have fantasies that have me much further down the spectrum than I or anyone else would ever consider of me.

The first fantasy that pushes me down the scale would be my interest in cuckolding. As life takes its toll and sex with my partner lessens and lessens, I come to daydream of my wife having sex, even if it's not with me; just the thought of her being satisfied is enough to please me, and I guess I figure if in reality that I'm not pleasing her, then someone should be giving her that.

I don't think I could ever open up to her about that, monogamy means a lot to her, even if my urges no longer do, nor do I know how I'd bare the humiliation of either seeing, hearing or hearing about her doing the deed with anyone else, but I'm sure I'd eventually relish in it, but I digress...

Even though it's just a fantasy, I dream being able to reclaim her afterwards, and not in the sloppy seconds way, I probably wouldn't be man enough to satisfy her that way if her general lack of interest in me is anything to go by, I'm always daydreaming about creampie clean-up. I would love to clean her up after she's taken a load in or over her sweet succulent pussy, of course I'm not allowed to cum anywhere near her never-naked for me big beautiful body anyway, but for another, a man there purely and able to satisfy her, I'm sure she'd not only allow it, but crave it. I'd love to watch him thrust himself into her, watch as his balls tighten and his cock throbs as he pumps his seed into and all over her pussy.

It would be with trepidation that I'd survey his conquest, marvel in the sight of my wife's nether regions glistening with the oozing spunk of another. And gaze in awe would be all I would be able to do, fearful of diminishing the moment by saying or doing something, anything that would make me out to be even less than I am; I'd have to wait for her instruction to break my trance. I'd be hoping and praying that that demand or command was to run my tongue through that mess and eat her until I've swallowed all the jizz messing her up, that she's spotlessly clean and has cum from my machinations, and if I even as much as hesitate, she could always instruct me to lay on my back and take her rightful and dominant position, sitting on my face. I'm sure I'd enjoy the thrill of the act of cleaning up despite the humiliation of the act, and doubly so if he hung around, and she and he discussed my subservience with him while I undertook the act.

But that's as far as I'd go with him, no cleaning him up, the two of us males in that situation stay completely hands off of each other. Just my preference, at least in that scenario.

If I were to introduce another of my older fantasies, the situation slides deeper... I'm bringing in my desire to be feminised and sissified! Now this is something I touched on in a previous post, something my beloved does not appreciate and has been left in the past, but if she were to ever be interested in my kink, I would adore her taking me shopping, picking out some cute or sexy lingerie, something properly pink, because it just has to be, a matching bra and knicker set, or a silky lacy baby doll, definitely some stockings, maybe she could make me up slutty, I'd make a terrible feminine girl, but I'd do my best only to be laughed at by a real man.

And if she brought me into the bedroom like that, and cuckolded me while I was dressed up femme, well then, if she commanded me to, then I'd lick her lover clean too; if she took me by the back of my head and demanded I open up my mouth, I'd take his dick between my lips, and learn how he likes me suck his dick. Dressed up as her sissy, I'd let loose my inner slut if that was her desire, I'd even beg for his cum, hopelessly desperate for his appreciation that I'd plead with him to humiliate me by covering my face with his seed, to point his alpha cock at me until it's dribbling all over my wannabe titties.

It's weird how a change of clothes would change my perspective, but those would be my new limits.

Well that is until we forget about that whole storyline, and switch to a different fetish. If things weren't the way they were and I was a free man about town, wholly able to seek out female company, if I ever found myself in the private companionship of an attractive, sexy lady, and we were starting to get intimate and throughout my worshipping of her gorgeous body, I got to her panties and found them "bulging", well, I'd consider myself successfully trapped.

If she's pretty enough to seduce me into bed with her and this she's packing, well who am I to complain that I've been enchanted by a transgirl tonight? As long my femboy's got a buxom bosom and a curvy figure, which she will have to have attracted my attention, if I get her sexy undies off and find a cock of whatever size, well then, I'm worshipping that just like the rest of her body.

She can guide me to tease and please her with my mouth and my hands, tell me how she likes me to kiss it, lick it and suck it, and I'll do just that. I'll even swallow whatever comes my way for her or take it over my face if that's her wish.

So yes, that's where I see myself on the spectrum of bisexuality.