Married gay guys pretending to be straight make for some of the best sex. They live a life of heterosexual pretence that leaves them super thirsty for cock.
But despite that, I normally avoid married gays because their situation can be complicated. They have wives and kids who don't know that husband/dad just wants to have the cum fucked out of him by a dominant top. They are perhaps still reluctant to admit it to themselves. Or maybe they rationalise it as a kink. Just a sexual treat and not a reflection of who they actually are. I also don't like the idea of helping someone cheat on their partner. So it's a rare treat to find a married gay guy whose wife is okay with what he wants to do.
And that is how this story starts. Not with a guy reaching out to me, but his wife.
I knew Marcus from work (he was in a different department) and had met him and his wife, Rosy, several times. Just the typical receptions and official dinners where nothing happens. Everyone says the same three or four things (So, how's work going? Any plans for vacation? Will the next quarter has a good ending? The cheese platter was better/worse last time...). At one of these receptions Rosy spent the entire evening chatting me up. As in she would not leave my side. She was fun enough and good to talk to and so the evening passed.
After I got home I saw I had a message from Rosy. She wanted to meet me for coffee. I agreed and we met up the next day (which was a Saturday).
Usual chitchat, books, wine, politics, Netflix, etc.
I was okay with all this though I did ask how Marcus was doing.
This wouldn't be the first time a woman crushed on me but I wasn't going to judge anything so soon.
The next morning I got a message from Marcus - "Hi, hope you hit it off with Rosy. Can I come over to see you?" I wasn't planning anything in the morning though I had a date in the evening, so I said yes. Marcus was soon over at my place, we said hi, and I offered him some coffee. He seemed a bit nervous, so I asked him what was up.
"Listen... I err... well.. I mean let me just say this: I'm gay. Rosy knows. We have an open marriage. But she gets to approve my partners and I get to approve hers."
"So was I approved?" I nearly burst out laughing.
"Yes. So I thought I should let you know in person. If you feel like it we can hang out."
Now Marcus was pretty cute. He was 5 feet 10, muscular, more buff than the bottoms I normally go for, and about 10 years younger than me. I said sure thing, when would you like to meet? We arranged for the next week, Saturday night.
I was excited by the prospect and to my surprise, Rosy kept in touch with me all week - letting me know how excited Marcus was. She even told me that she would make sure he was perfectly ready for me and I should let her know if it had any particular kinks or preferences. She assured me that her husband would not be permitted to masturbate all week so he was full of cum for me. I found my exchanges with Rosy very stimulating. I have a thing for anklets. Silk boxers, tight jeans, smooth shaved body, etc. I imagined Rosy preparing her husband for me and sending him off to my place come Friday night.