It's funny some days you get up and nothing seems right from the get go. No matter what you do on those days nothing seems to go right. I don't' care what you call days like that, I know we all have them but lately it seems I have been having a stream of them. My job sucks my boss and co-workers are idiots. Some time at work I feel like I'm in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I mean I keep expecting to hear Rod Serlings voice in the back ground with that eerie music playing. My marriage is ok I guess maybe a little stale but it is comfortable. What do you expect after twenty plus years. I mean what is there nothing new to talk about with some one you have been with for that long. Don't get me wrong I really do love my wife and to be honest I'm not interested in any other woman. I don't know maybe I'm too lazy to go out and look for something strange.
Lately though it seems the only thing I look forward to at the end of my day is my time on the net. I don't waste my time cruising the porn sites let's face it you seen one pair of boobs you have seen them all and after awhile all porn seems that way. What I really like to do is meet new and interesting people. Ok people who are interesting to me. Usually these are just people who can hold there own in an adult conversation about adult topics. I know what your thinking and it really is not that kind of conversation. I actually spend very little time talking about sex with other people. What I usually end up talking about is just normal everyday stuff like current affairs, hobbies, and activities we may have in common.
A few months ago I started talking with a guy named Bob. I met him in a political chat room it was a slow night and as usual all of the liberals were having a cow over the Republicans and Bush. It was really bad in that all they wanted to say was impeach Bush; Bush was a crook so on and so on. He and I started a side conversation of our own discussing foreign policy, which carried over into instant messenger. Over the next few days we talked about what each of us likes to do for fun what our hobbies were, our wives, kids, and jobs.
A Few weeks later we were talking about sex as to what we like to do with our wives and what we would like to do. You know the kind of stuff if you brought it up with her she would immediately pick up the phone and either call and attorney for divorce or to make an appointment for you to see a therapist. It was then that he admitted to me that he was bisexual. I knew he wasn't hitting on me. We lived 500 miles from each other. So I did feel a little secure and stayed in the conversation.
After about 30 minutes into the topic I started to ask him questions like, when did he start doing this with other men? How did he start and just to be a smart ass did his wife know? He said he started early, experimenting with his friends. When he was in college he and a friend got drunk one night listening to music in the dorm room and his friend brought out a bag of dope and they rolled a joint and smoked a couple of them and they ended up blowing each other. He said after that they would meet on a regular basis just to relieve the tension. He told me he met his wife in college at a mixer and that she and his friend got along with each other. One night while he and his wife was in the throws of sex his friend stopped by his room with his bag of dope. He let him in and they smoked a couple with his then future wife.
After about a couple of hours they finished what we were doing and he left to go watch the football game at the bar. He told me that when his friend left he and his wife went back to what they were doing and it was then that she asked him if he would like to invite him for a threesome. Without thinking I immediately typed what did you say? He replied back that they actually talked about it and discussed all possibilities as to what could happen. To his surprise she was actually open to sexual contact between him and his friend. Oh my god I thought I really couldn't think of a response to type to that my fingers froze on the keyboard. Then I typed you ever do the threesome? He replied back yeah and that was how his wife found out he was bi he was really scared before it started and it was really awkward when his friend showed up.
Things loosened up after a couple of joints and a few beers and everyone had a great time. They had a few more meeting with his friend after that he met a girl who he eventually married. He said the two women never got along. His friend's wife was the jealous type and never got along with him or his wife so they decided to let the relationship die after college. He than asked me if I ever did anything with a guy? I just stared at the question. I kept thinking should I lie? Or should I tell the truth? After thinking about it for about three minutes. I told him about when my friend and I. When we were growing up and we would do a little experimentation. He asked what that meant and I told him we started by jacking off together which led to us jacking each other off which lead to us giving the other blow jobs.
We stopped because I went off to college and met my wife during my sophomore year. After college I moved to a different town and we lost track of each other. Then he started to ask me questions like did we make each other come? Did I like it? Have I ever think about doing it again? I answered yes to all the questions then he asked if we swallowed and I said yes. It was getting late that night so I signed off and never gave our conversation a second thought. We kept chatting over the next few weeks and yes occasionally we even talked about sex, all kinds of sex but we mostly talked about our kids, family and hobbies.
Last week I came home from a real stressful day at work. Our boss was in rare form that day. He was on every ones case to work harder sale more. He was like a dog with a bone; he just could not let stuff go. I was looking forward to a couple of beers and some quiet time on the net when I walked in to the house. That did not happen. When I walked in to the living room my wife Sue was sitting on the couch with a small stack of printed papers on the coffee table. She looked at me and said we need to talk.
"About what I." I said.
"Yesterday on Oprah they had a security specialist on and he said women should go and check their husbands computer for viruses and such," she said.
I knew where this was going because Sue had always been insecure about her appearance, I replied, "There is no need for you to do that I take care of it myself."
She looked at me a little puzzled as if she was wondering what to say next then she said. "I was concerned so I took it upon my self to look for you and I found these instant messages archived in your computer could you explain them to me?"
I took the pile of papers and leafed through them. They were all conversations with my out of state friend. I really didn't see anything wrong with them. I looked at her strait in the eye and said, "There is nothing to explain here if you have any questions go ahead and ask."
Now she had a real pissed look on her face then with anger she said, "You're evading the question here why don't you come clean?"
Now I was getting pissed. It had been a real long day at work and the two bozos I work for were in prime form. All I wanted to do was eat supper and relax a little before bed. Here my wife was picking a fight with me over who knows what. With a tinge of pissed anger in my voice I stated, "I have know idea what you are talking about if you have some questions just spit it out. Second I'm the one who should be pissed here, we have covered this topic before. I don't go through your shit and your personal correspondence. If I have any questions about your activities I will ask. All I ask you do the same as far as I'm concerned" I got up and went to my office and closed the door. I really was not in the mood for an argument. With in a few minutes my online friend signed on and we began talking I told him about the conversation my wife and I just had and he paused at the keyboard for a minute and then he typed, "Did she have all of our conversations printed out?"
I typed back, "Yes I think so. Why?"
"She might be concerned about your comments about my bisexual activity and you're past experiences," he typed.
"What do you mean?" I typed.
"You told me you had played with your friends and that you liked doing it and in away you would do it again if the circumstances were right," he typed
"I did?" I typed on the keyboard.
"Go back and check your message archive and see for your self," he typed.
I looked up the message archive and quickly skimmed all of our conversations. Oh shit I thought with out thinking I typed, "Oh shit what do I do now?"
He typed back, "You need to talk to her and don't deny anything but you need to reassure her that you have not been unfaithful to her and that you have no intensions to be unfaithful."
Then I heard a knock on my office door, I knew it was my wife I said, "Come on in."