I lay in bed, the events of the morning kept playing over and over in my mind. The whole day had been an existential crisis. I had had sex with my step-daughter's boyfriend. I hadn't really had sex. Mark orgasmed and I had merely been the tool for the job, used as a sex toy. I tossed around. My hand went down to my cock, it wasn't small. It was just smaller than his, much smaller than his. I was getting hard again, it had happened all day, uncontrollably. I needed sleep. I needed a new day to start, and for this one to leave me.
It was my first date with Sarah. I recognized the restaurant, the waiter. I was sitting alone at the table, but Sarah was not there. It seemed like she hadn't arrived yet. Strange, I was the one who had been late to that date. I looked around nervously, I hoped I hadn't gotten stood up. That's when Mark showed up, wearing the shirt and pants I had worn that night. He's looking pretty handsome, I thought. I got up to greet him. His hand went around my waist and he kissed my cheek.
"Sorry for the tardiness, my job wouldn't let me go." He then paused to look me up and down, I felt self-conscious. "You look just stunning in that dress."
I looked down. I was wearing the dress Sarah had worn that night, the right combination of classy and slutty. Mark pulled out my chair for me and I sat back down. The dinner was amazing, the conversation was easy and Mark kept playing footsie with me under the table. He was such a man, and I felt like such a woman.
As the dinner was coming to a close he invited me for coffee. We both knew exactly what that meant and I was thrilled. A girlfriend had dropped me off at the restaurant so Mark drove us to his place. The entire ride his hand sat on my thigh, slowly inching up my dress. The moment the door of his house, my house, closed behind him we were all over each other. By the time we reached the bedroom we were both naked, his large cock went from my hands to my mouth. Then I was on the bed, Mark towering over me. His cock lay between my legs, its weight was impressive. He brought his face next to mine and whispered.
"I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes," I responded. "Please."
I woke, drenched in sweat. The dream had been so vivid. My morning wood was in full effect. I looked over at Sarah who had just gotten back from her shower and was getting dressed. I didn't want to ask but I had to.
"When we went on our first date, how long did it take you to realize you wanted me to fuck you?"
"That's a strange question to start the day with."
"I dreamt about it."
"You dreamt about our first date, how romantic."
"In the dream, I had the feeling that I... I mean you, wanted me to fuck you as soon as I walked into the room."
"Yes, I think that's right. I saw you come in, I had been a bit worried that you were late. But you looked so cute in that outfit of yours, and so handsome in general. You kissed me on the cheek, let me know how beautiful my dress was and I thought; I want this man to fuck my brains out. Then we went back to your place and you did exactly that."
"Yeah." My mind was wandering.
"Well unless you want to recreate the night of our first date right now." She came and kissed my forehead.
I snapped out of my day dream and looked at her.
"I love you"
Sarah gave me another kiss and walked out. I needed to get Mark out of my head. Stephanie and him were only around for another two days, I could go without incident for two days. What if they came back to visit, what if he married Stephanie. I wasn't gay, I love my wife. I got up and looked down at my morning wood under my boxers. I went to grab my bathrobe, but stopped myself. I sat in the middle of the bed. I thought about my dream, so vivid, I pulled my underwear off and started slowly stroking. Fuck. I stopped, I shouldn't be touching myself.
That day we were all invited to my best friend's house for a BBQ. Brett and I used to work together, he was almost a decade younger than myself but we had many of the same interests. We usually saw each other when I was in town, for beer or to watch a game. On a few occasions I had fucked his girlfriends while Sarah fucked him. This would be a good occasion for me to get my mind back.
"Hey man! Glad you guys could come over." Brett's big arm nudged into me before he kissed Sarah on the cheek. "And Stephanie, how is college going? Is this the new boy toy?"
Mark shook Brett's hand.
"He's handsome!" Brett's new girlfriend Dawn said as she came up and clung to Brett's arm.
"You look pretty good yourself." Mark replied with swagger.
"You better watch out there young man!" Dawn was blushing. "You have a bad boy on your hands Stephanie."
Didn't I know it.
Mark had barely talked to me since the incident. Not that I had been very keen to speak with him either. I felt like I just needed acknowledgement that it had happened, that it hadn't been a fever dream of me sucking this young man's cock.
Sarah and I did a circle of the guests, as Mark and Stephanie continued to speak with Brett and Dawn.
The party was typical of something Brett would throw. Some of the guys, a lot of women, plenty of beer and good BBQ. After some good food and conversation, I found myself getting another beer in Brett's refrigerator when he came up.
"You got to let me know when I can come fuck Sarah again. You should try Dawn, she's amazing, she can really take dick." With that his hand grabbed his crotch. I chuckled, what a horny idiot. Getting us each a drink, the question slipped out of me.
"Have you ever done things with a guy?"
Brett was clearly surprised by the question. "Dude, haven't you had three ways with Sarah? Which by the way I'm down."
"Not so loud." We both looked around, no one was there. "That's different."
I was starting to feel embarrassment rushing to my face.
"Never mind." I said as I went back outside to join my wife.
"Maybe it's time we go home." I told Sarah.
"So soon?" We hadn't been there for more than an hour.
"Let's gather Stephanie and Mark." Unfortunately for me the pair had been having a great time and wanted to stay.
"Mark and I are thinking of watching the game later, you should join." Brett told me, already finishing the beer I had gotten him.
"And Stephanie and I are going to paint our nails." Dawn added.
"Please mom! I'm having so much fun." Stephanie made a face my wife could not resist.
