In my experiences over the decades with Bisexual men, most were married. Some of the older gents were widowers. All were looking for the kind of sex they were not getting at home. I still remember with great fondness a particular guy who was parked in a forest preserve near my home. I was cruising and walked past his window to see his cock completely exposed and very hard...it was simply the kind of cock I always dream of...very hard with and slight inward curve...a perfect shiny helmet head...oozing a good amount of precum with large hanging balls...He just looked at me and knew I liked what I was seeing...He told me he was really horny as if he was too shy to ask me to suck him...I asked, "I see you're married....doesn't she suck it for you?" He shook his head and said she never sucks him...he told me he was new to this and a little nervous...I appreciated his genuine honesty and candor...I suggested he let me sit with him and maybe I could help him out...From the moment my lips touched his wonderful cock, he became mine...I had control over his pleasure...such a powerful thing...listening to his whimpers and moans...feeling his cock twitch in my mouth...I knew I was offering something he rarely received. We met regularly for a while and I taught him to suck cock like a slut...
That's the beautiful thing isn't it, with married men, not getting it at home - to give them what they crave and to experience their pleasure as you wrap their cock in your lips, take it in and hear their moans, feel their shaft growing harder and their thrusts into your throat, then finally that throbbing pulsating joy of their release as I gulp it all down.
One that I'll always remember was a married man I found on an app and he invited me to his home, and I was naked on his marital bed, sucking him deep and slow. I got on my back with my head over the edge, he stood over me and throat-fucked me. I'll never forget the balls slapping my face as he held my head and his shaft plowed my throat in wild ecstasy, then hearing his moans of pleasure as he pumped his cum right into my throat.
Another time he had me back and fucked me, on my back, lifting my legs high to get deeper... I looked at his face, his pleasure and lust, as he pounded me deep and hard, all that pent-up frustration being unleashed inside of me. Then as he built up to his orgasm he lifted my ass higher, face contorted, eyes glaring in lustful rage, as he released his pleasure, then subsided and softened and smiled in relief. What a memory! The very same bed where he had presumably enjoyed his wife in their younger days, he was now fucking a man. I took care of the condom and the rubbish for him (I only ever fuck with protection), politely thanked him and left. He never had me back, presumably for fear of getting caught or he had guilt feelings.
I look at it as helping out a bro, having an enjoyable shared experience, and providing a service which is mutually fun. In a sense I'm saving their marriage. They get to cum and satisfy their urges to do it with another human; it means they're not cheating with a woman, who will catch feelings, want a relationship, the wife will find out. Women have a knack of finding out about other women. I can be discreet and keep their secrets. It's an ideal win-win situation. These days I'm off the apps and I go to a forest where there's no shortage of guys with rings on their finger wanting a discreet blowjob or ass.
