Last summer following my messy divorce, I am finally free to persue my sub Bi Tv crossdressing particularly PVC and Schoolgirl slut mode and get my arse and mouth filled with cum and piss. I'm completely shaved and tanned with long femme legs and a bubble arse. I purchased a smaller house, just a bog standard semi needing alot of up-dating but the main attraction was privacy with a massively long south facing garden only over-looked by the adjoining semiand what a garden. plants, shrubs, borders and climbers for every month of the year and to boot a shed/greenhouse as big as a studio flat. My new neighbours Jim and Marg mid 50's welcomed me with open arms saying that the late previous owner had been a grumpy old sod with an attitude how society should continue fighting the second world war with him. J had taken early retirement as a civilian police worker and spent most his time in his equally long garden. Almost from day one he was too friendly with slight effemacy in his voice. After telling him that I was sick of women and didn't want another for the time being, his intentions began to come clear particularly when wearing shorts he noticed and gawped at my shaven legs. I wasn't completely sure if he was Bi or had gone gay but I decided to test the water but only slowly. Late spring and summer evenings and w/e's he would come through the gate that joined the gardens for a chat, a beer and to wander down the garden offering advice and suggestions. The accidental touchey touchey and feely feely had started early on to the point where i felt as if I was being groomed. One saturday afternoon he invited me down to his own potting shed/glasshouse to choose some geranium bedders. It was a hot day with both of us just in shorts and tee-shirts but inside the sheds it was like a furnace and I took off my shirt. J noticed my old shoulder tattoo and rubbed/caressed it to make sure it was real. The central aisle between the benches was narrow and as I bent over to choose and pot up some plants he passed behind me pressing his crotch into my bum. I knew what was coming so each time he did this I stuck my bum out a little further to the point where I could feel his semi-hard cock and detect with sixth sense heavy breathing and slight trembling but I deliberately did'nt look up to catch the twinkle in his eye. The atmosphere was electric, both of us almost naked dripping with sweat both knowing but not taking the lead. Suddenly J asked me to foot some rickety old steps so that he could reach up into the rafters for some canes. He climbed up so that his arse was at my face level. I thought fuck it....throwing caution to the wind I placed a foot on the lowest tread and my hands around his waste to steady him. He wriggled his arse provocatively. I gave up the pretence and simply pulled his shorts down and started kissing and licking his cheeks.He shuddered slightly but didn't move other than to open his legs to the step stringers. I pulled his cheeks apart and began rimming him from the small of his back to the rear of his ball sack. He was deliciously salty and sweaty but otherwise clean. I managed to dig my tongue into his hole and started to finger fuck him. He went weak at the knees and wishpered that he would have to get down and sit on one of the benches. This he did with his cock jutting out. I just dived on it, licking sucking and slurping away. He lasted all of a minute and as he was about to cum pulled away in case I didn't like to swallow but I forcefully held his hips to my face and greedily drank down every thing he could give. We parted, him shaking his head in disbelief at what had just happened and me grinning and licking my lips. Even though M could be glimpsed fussing around in the house kitchen we had to open the shed door to let in some fresh air. We stood at the door smoking and chatting about our past Bi-sexuality. I told J it had been a while for whilst groping his cock through his shorts. I wanted more cock there and then but J said he couldn't repeat without having a pee and made to go around the back of the shed. I grabbed him, pulled him back in and being the slut I am told him to use my mouth. He was a little shocked but managed to give me half a pint of golden nectar. I licked and sucked him and got two spit covered fingers into his arse. He was shaking like a leaf in case his wife should come down so I bolted the door and we moved down to a windowless area where he had an old motorbike for restoration. I was in charge now. I bent over the bike with my arse in the air applying spit to my own hole and told him dildoe me with a handy trowel handle. He soon got me opened up and I turned to face him saying you can fuck my arse or my mouth....you choose. He chose my male cunt and entered me slowly. Ee'd done this before. He was gentle following the natural internal contours and soon his balls where at my cheeks. He lasted longer this time and fuck it was good.I felt him tense up but turned slightly indicating with a finger that he had to go straight from my arse and cum again in my mouth.He was past caring and did as I asked and so I got another half mouth full in an hour.In the meantime I'de cum all over his precious motobike seat but it didn't matter. We cleaned up wiping each others sweaty bodies, got togeter enough plants to justify our time in the shed and calmly walked up the garden to be met by margery and two cold beers. I could'nt be sure at the time but M had a mischievous grin on her face and I detected the very slightest wink in my direction. J and I chatted on the patio for the rest of the afternoon in whispered tones principally about when we could do this again and thinking up scenarios where I could be used as a total slut. We've had quite alot of fun when opportunity arises including J giving me heavy enemas and spanking me red raw . A favorite quickie for me is when M goes out early, J will ring saying he's just got out of bed and is desperate for a pee. He comes through the garden in just a dressing gown and I squat over a gulley in my garage and he lets me have a full bladder full in my mouth down my body, cock and feet. The heavy colour and taste of over-night piss is preferable to fresh water or beer for me. Naturally I suck him off swallowing every drop. He leaves quickly after just a few minutes but I don't wash for a while savouring the pungent aroma whilst having a slow wank. I have alot more to tell but will leave that for another day, but for all you guys out there who have lost interest in your wives....just have some cock fun but be discreet. The stats from medical sources state that one in five men over the age of 45 will have a Bi experience or remain actively Bi thereafter so have alook around your friends, family and work colleagues and ask yourself which one of the five