Author's note: Just to get this out of the way in case anyone somehow gets the idea that this is a true life story or that it's based on the real life of any individual... This above is 100% fictional even though it is set against the backdrop of an ongoing news story from last year. Thank you for reading!
We'd been fucking around on occasion for about five years now. I'd met him at the tail-end of what I like to refer to as my "sowing my wild oats" phase. At the time, I had five other regular guys that I messed around with...not to mention the randos that I would come across on the hookup site that I frequented most often.
In a way, I suppose the fact that I had other men to focus my attention on worked out well for the both of us. He was married and really only wanted to get together every so often. Sometimes I'd see him once a week. Sometimes, weeks or even a couple months would go by between times I'd hear from him. He had me available when his schedule allowed and his libido yearned for me. Meanwhile, I had my other men to keep me distracted so I never had much time to have the so-called side-piece blues, wishing he'd leave his wife and sail off into the sunset with me.
In fact, early on in our dalliance, he and I had set some ground rules. Things were to be strictly casual. No strings. No emotions. No feelings. Just sex. At that time, I was all for it. Even though having sex with a bunch of different guys was starting to appeal to me less and less, I had done a pretty good job of convincing myself that there's no way I'd be interested in settling down with anyone...not while I had so much of my life left to live.
But, boy... If ever there was ever anyone I'd want to settle down with, it would've been him. He wasn't anything like my other regulars. Terry was all business...in the door, no pleasantries, clothes off, fuck and run. Jason was too sensitive. "Is this okay?" "Am I doing this right?" "I just want to make sure you don't take what I'm about to say the wrong way." I swear... It was almost liked we had to take a training course on boundaries and feelings before we could have sex each time. Kevin had too many hangups...he wouldn't touch me, wouldn't look at me while I blew him, wouldn't reciprocate. Bobby treated us like we were just a couple bros helping each other out. He actually wanted us to fist-bump after sex. Have you ever...?! And as for Tim... I could kinda tell that he was really into me, but he never told me how he felt. Sex with him just felt awkward. You know the guy actually likes you but you don't feel the same way. Anytime we ever got together, it was all I could do to get him out the door before the dam broke and he poured his heart and soul out to me.
But him? He was perfect in every way. A true dreamboat in my book. Rugged handsomeness mixed with guy next door good looks, salt and pepper hair, and a fit-but-not-too-fit body that looked great both in and out of clothes. He also had a disarming down-to-earth way about him. It was probably his Midwest upbringing that just helped pervasive kindness ooze from every pore on his body. I couldn't believe his dumb bitch of a wife was either doing or not doing something at home to cause him to seek satisfaction elsewhere, but I was sure as hell glad that he was coming to me.
Another way he wasn't like my other men was that he and I had actually struck up something of a friendship...or maybe just a circle of trust. We'd have sex. But, either before or after - sometimes both before AND after - we'd actually talk about whatever was going on in our lives at the time. He'd told me that he was a pretty prominent lawyer. When I say lawyer, I don't mean one of those "you pay nothing unless we get money for you" ambulance chasers whose commercials you see on TV. He worked for a prestigious law firm that was prominent and had an excellent reputation in my city. He'd been married for 20 years and had one kid who - at the time - was a senior in high school (now almost done with college). It kind of blew my mind that a man THAT important actually wanted to spend time - in or out of bed - with me. That feeling only intensified once, feeling warm and fuzzy because of how much about himself he'd shared with me, I let him know how many guys were with him in my rotation. Maybe it was because I'd told him about my own life - how, even though we'd repaired our relationship now, my parents had not taken my coming out in stride at all and that I was working toward a career in education - that, instead of recoiling, calling me a two-dollar man whore, or looking around my bedroom and asking where the turnstile was, he just grinned at me and moved right along to the next topic of discussion. No judgement at all, which was nice.
It was maybe three years into our entanglement when having multiple sex partners went from "losing its appeal" to being almost revolting to me. I let most of my regulars drop by the wayside and I stopped trolling the hookup site for randos. In fact, he was really the only guy I was still getting together with. In a way, it was the sort of set-up I was looking for, But it also brought into sharp focus that I had developed some underlying feelings for the man that had grown to run very deep over the past few years. Over the next two years, I spent a lot of the time that he and I got together trying to hide the fact that I'd turned into the type of guy I'd never wanted to be: a third wheel with the side piece blues. I'd even conjured up a favorite fantasy that I leaned on pretty heavily when I wanted to jack off with a really intense climax: he'd sweep into my apartment, announce that he was divorcing his wife, we'd have the most passionate, mind-blowingly wonderful sex we'd ever had, and in the afterglow, we'd make plans to date and REALLY get to know each other before committing to a relationship even though we both knew that we wanted to be together. Things really do come full circle. My dream man was the me of our situation and I was in the same shoes Tim had been in with me before I'd eased out of our involvement a couple years ago.
That brings us to present day. For the past nearly three weeks, he'd been involved in a very prominent case. We hadn't gotten together while the case was playing out, but I was surprised that he'd texted me a few times after the trial would adjourn for the day. The case he was on was so prominent when the time came for both parties to give closing arguments, it had preempted daytime TV to be broadcast. I was glued to the TV screen, but not for the reason you might think. I mean, I cared about the outcome and I wanted justice to be done, but he was all that was on my mind. That suit he was wearing...God damn he looked so fuckin' good! With the case likely in the hands of the jury by the end of the day and him finally able to release whatever tension he might be feeling, he'd probably go home and nail his wife all night tonight. Lucky bitch! I wanted to be the one on the receiving end of that tension release.
I got a surprise when, along about 5:30, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him. "Hey... You have any plans tonight?"
I grinned. It was sweet of him to ask. I'd told him over a year ago that he was the only one I was having sex with anymore...unless you count my hand. I suppose, as far as he knew, I might be getting together with friends or my family. "Nope," I texted back. "Just me and the TV tonight."
A few moments later, his response came. "Room for one more? I know it's last minute. I'm really sorry. I really need to see you."
My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I WAS going to be the one on the receiving end of his tension release. "Sure! Come on by."
"Great!" he wrote back. "I should be able to be there in an hour...an hour and a half at the latest."
Before I could finish typing in a response, a follow-up text came in. "It's probably way out of bounds for me to even ask because it's more than what we are to each other, but... Any chance I can have the husband experience tonight?"
For a moment, I flashed with anger. The husband experience?! What am I...a prostitute?! All these years that we'd been building what I thought was a friendship and he just saw me as a vessel for his pleasures. But like I said, that only lasted a moment. I'd come to know him fairly well and I knew he wasn't THAT guy. Thinking of me as a prostitute was more of a Terry kind of attitude. I typed a quick response of "you got it, bud!" into my phone.
Now was the hard part. What would the husband experience be? I knew next to nothing about marriage, much less how spouses satisfy each other outside the bedroom. It was then that a figurative light bulb went on over my head. Food! A nice dinner might be a good start. And, since I knew less about cooking than I knew about marriage, that meant ordering in. I called for delivery from a nearby high-end Italian eatery...a couple of entrees and a bottle of wine that the person who took my order insisted paired nicely with both of the entrees.
Forty-five minutes later, the food arrived and ten minutes after that, another knock came at my door. I opened it to find him standing there, the suit jacket I'd seen him look so sharp in on TV earlier in the day slung over his shoulder and his tie loosened, looking world-weary but sexy as ever. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I couldn't help but smile broadly as I stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside.
After I shut the door behind him, I turned around to see him standing there. He'd slung his coat over the back of the couch and was looking at me. "So, you want the husband experience, huh?"
He smirked. "Yes. Like I said earlier, I know it's a big ask since we're not..."
I strode over to him and put my finger up to his lips to interrupt him. He stopped talking and stared at me, maybe a mix of confusion as well as irritation at being shushed. I spoke in a tone just barely above a whisper. "Then, the husband experience is exactly what you're going to get."
With that, I leaned in and kissed him. Kissing was something we did. He wasn't one of those married "straight" guys with whom kissing was verboten. But, he didn't kiss me back right away. I guess I'd caught him off guard because once his brain caught up with what was happening, he slipped his arms around me and began kissing me back in earnest. I heard and felt him sigh into my mouth and I could feel some of the tension he'd been holding in his body start to melt away as his body pressed into mine.
