It's some time since I wrote the stories about my affair with a much older man. I'm married and in my twenties and Tom is a widower in his 50s. I had not recognised that I was bisexual until I met Tom but since we first got together I have enjoyed the delights of oral and anal sex and shared a fetish for briefs, especially with shirts tucked in them. We also shared a love of the same kind of music but many of our meetings were during the lunch time so we did not have much time to listen or indeed to talk!
When we first knew each other my wife was aware and encouraged me to spend the odd evening with him 'listening to music'. Suddenly out of the blue the other day she asked if I ever saw him these days. I said that we had the occasional contact and she suggested I should go over one evening -- she remembered how much I had enjoyed it! Well I'm afraid I did not need much persuading and when I messaged Tom he was also keen and named an evening in the following week.
It was really good to spend longer with him. As was our custom we stripped down to just our shirts and briefs and then sat and relaxed on his sofa, catching up on news. He had never talked much about his family though I knew he had two sons, one in Scotland and one in Canada. The eldest one was married with children and he did not get to see them very often. The younger son, Chris, lived in Canada and usually came for at least one visit a year. He explained that he would be coming over shortly for about a month. He had just split up with his long term boy friend and was in need of a change of scene and a chance to talk more with his dad rather than just an occasional Skype.
I hadn't realised that his son was gay. He had never told me, but then we hadn't really talked much about his family before. Tom said he would like me to meet him while he was here but it may be more difficult for us to arrange our usual sessions for sex. I asked him if Chris knew that he had sex with men too and he said that he had finally told him after his wife had died. I asked how he had reacted and he said he was fine with it. He suggested that perhaps that was where he had got it from!
We arranged to meet again when Chris had arrived. I was not sure about it but he seemed keen so I went along with it. I explained to my wife what was planned and then waited for Tom's message on my phone. When it arrived I was still uncertain but went along with it and turned up at his house as requested. I had taken my usual trouble with my clothing, clean white briefs and a blue buttoned shirt. I have said before that I never had been interested in guys my own age before. It was always older men that turned me on. But when I walked in the room and saw Chris standing there, that all changed.
