Please note that the following story is essentially true but that my long term boyfriend and I only fuck with strangers when condoms are worn. Stay safe!
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I can't really remember how I came to be sat in my shorts and vest in the living room, doing work on my laptop to do with marketing our bed and breakfast. My boyfriend Dave had made a rare trip back to London from our home in northern France for a couple of days and I had domestic chores to do fixing this and that and moving wood, ready for winter and taking advantage of the late warm autumn weather we were having. Once that was done, I showered and shaved my cock and balls for Dave's imminent return, hardening a little but not bothering to jerk off. I dried and pulled on the shorts and vest, then set about amending our B&B advert. Due to other commitments we hadn't had sex for a couple of days before his departure and I was trying to keep sex off my mind as I was all alone. And horny.
The knock at the door was a surprise that took me away from my almost finished handiwork. I opened it and recognised Loïc, a guy from chats we had over a social media site as I was interested in entering the local triathlon and had joined a group to find out more. We had conversed and exchanged information only relating to our sporting interests but I had told him where I lived and issued a general if-ever-you're-in-the-area kind of invite, never expecting any more. Except he happened to be in the area.
"Come in" I said.
He seemed reluctant, explaining he was close to our house as we live near the estuary where some of the outdoor swimming takes place. He'd been in the water and was about to cycle back home the 20 km or so, drying off as he went so he was still quite wet stood outside my door.
"I'll lend you a pair of shorts and a Tee if you like, take a shower and dry off and then bring them back next time you pass if you want."
He looked to be the same size or similar as me, 5'8 and slim although if anything he was perhaps slimmer and with better defined leg muscles. I placed him in his early thirties. Not quite as cute as in the selfies he'd uploaded but not unattractive either.
He said that sounded great, slipped off his foot footwear and followed me down the hallway to the downstairs bathroom. I said I'd leave the shorts and top on the door handle and went back to the living room to close down and finish up my computer work. A short time later he appeared wearing the borrowed clothes.
I guessed he wouldn't want alcohol if he had a ride ahead of him and so offered him an apple juice which he gladly accepted. Perhaps in part to take away any taste of the river, it's salty where it meets the incoming tide, not to mention probably not that good for you and certainly unlike tap or spring water.
He sat in the chair and I tried to check him out but the shorts and top weren't that flattering, all I could see were his very smooth calves and thighs, and wiry arms. We chatted about the triathlon, what training we might do individually and the possibility of doing some together, the deadline for entry and so on. And at least it took my mind off being horny as it was something I really wanted to do.
I then showed Loïc around the house after explaining that we had a small bed and breakfast business, first out the back with the small piece of land we keep and the bigger part that we rent to our neighbour. We then entered and I showed him the 2 rooms we let out to guests. He had already seen the bathroom of course and our bedroom was next door, looking- as ever- like a bomb had gone off in there. He opened the door as he asked me what the room was and I explained it was our room.
"Your wife not very houseproud?" he asked.
He was clearly teasing me, although I think he was teasing that the room was a mess rather than my previously unmentioned marital status.
"He's away" I said, smiling back.
A long but unawkward silence followed.
"Gay?" he asked.
"Gay" I said.
