I didn't marry Mike my husband because I exclusively loved him, I married him because I was also in love with someone else in his family. Two years on we're still having s** each time Mike works away. Only a few months after meeting Mike I was getting into bed naked with one of Mikes parents. We'd been drinking wine discussing Mike and my relationship. I'd hinted earlier at my past bisexual life and how I still missed the touch and gentleness only a woman could give . It lead to us kissing, caressing and ultimately having my p**** played with, when Mikes mother Helen, told me she'd had a lesbian relationship before she'd married Mikes sadly deceased father. It was a night of amazingly sensual and intimate s** and one which proved to me I was still bisexual. Any time we had after that intial night, Helen and I sought precious moments to sexually satisfy each other and to become truely in love. And we have continued to do so ever since. Now though we don't have rush or hurry our times together as Mike works away at least twice a month. Each time I stay over at Helens home, where we take our time to pleasure each other in ways only women know how. If I'd have met Helen first, then I don't think Mike and I would be married, but we are and have our relationship. It isn't an ideal situation, but I know myself and Helen won't ever deliberately hurt Mike. After all you can love two people at once.