Katy didn't give me any clues at all about my 'birthday present'. She kept it completely under wraps.
Always proud to be out with my beautiful wife, we went to one of the city's best restaurants, loaded with great music, beautiful people, a wine cellar from heaven and a chef that never fails to surprise. It was an exquisite feast and afterwards I was quite content with my birthday, happily thinking about what might happen later when we got home and I could peel that black satin cocktail dress off of her.
But on the way out the door she whispered there were further plans.
Katy knows me all too well. Over the years she has encouraged me to share my crazy thoughts, my deepest, darkest fantasies. Things I had never, would never tell anybody else.
If I had known what she was up to... would I have changed anything? Would I have been brave enough to go through with it?
A mischievous gleam in her eye, she led us into the nearby 5-star hotel, through the opulent lobby and straight into the bar. We were led to a private booth and ordered drinks; she insisted I get something strong.
"Just enjoy what life has to offer," is all she would give as an answer to my increasing curiosity.
She kept glancing at her phone, occasionally typing something. What in the world was she up to?
The answer arrived soon enough. A handsome man approached our booth. Katy was not the least surprised, she introduced him as David and welcomed him to sit with us.
Beside me.
David slid in easily next to me. I was immediately struck by his looks; he was obviously in great shape, smartly dressed for a night out and smelled... well... nice. He smelled nice. Like he had just gotten out of the shower and added a touch of cologne.
"So this is our birthday boy," he smiled at me.
"He is." She held my hand and leaned in to whisper, "I know you would never ask for it. So I'm making it happen. Now. Tonight."
She got up to excuse herself for a few minutes. "You boys get acquainted," she said with the most devilish grin I ever saw.
I could only stare in disbelief at her retreating back - that lovely back I admired so many times - when David's hand on my arm instantly got my full attention.
"She loves you very much," he said warmly. "You are a lucky man."
"I am," came out automatically. What was going on? Why was he here and why was I completely distracted by his cologne? "What's this all about?" I asked frankly.
"She's arranged something for you," he said it quietly, leaning in conspiratorially. "Just for you. If you would like it."
I was absolutely aware that his hand was still on my arm. He had nice hands. Manicured. His face- brown eyes and full lips. A lovely smile. I realized I was staring.
He smiled easily, picked up his drink and raised it. "To new friends," he toasted. We clinked glasses and I downed my entire drink in a gulp.
David ordered another round and we talked. He was a friend of Katy's closest friend and easy to talk to. With a quick laugh and those eyes, I imagined he made all the girls hot and bothered. Emboldened by the drinks, I said as much to him.
"I've been quite fortunate," he said. "But I realized early on there was so much more to experience." His eyes bored into mine. "Have you ever felt that way?"
I was having a hard time thinking. Katy planned this. It was her idea. She brought him here. She wanted me to engage with David.
But... sexually?
His question was so innocent on the surface. But underneath my calm facade, my sense of being had fallen away. He was asking something I had never told anyone. I felt like I was standing on a cliff. I looked at his eyes. Those warm, understanding eyes.
Christ, he was good looking.
"Sometimes..." was all I could manage.
Smoothly and as naturally as a good friend might, his arm went around me. I felt his body pressing against me. Warm. Firm. Muscled. Damn it, all that and he smelled really good. It wasn't fair.
A mass of confusion raced through me. I was falling under a spell and seriously unsure if I should stay here in this booth with this man. He must have sensed it.
"It's ok. I understand feeling conflicted." One arm still around me, he spoke quietly, gently. "A lifetime of stigma coming directly into opposition with what you want. Maybe always wanted."
As he spoke, his free hand moved. It touched my leg. Lightly. I jumped as if it had sent an electric shock through my entire body. He was watching me closely as I shivered slightly.
"Maybe since you were a boy. Feeling a want for something. Something you had to hide."
His arm around my shoulders held me close. It was warm and somehow comforting to be there with him, alone in a booth where no-one could see.
"It doesn't mean you have to change anything. You don't have to change who you are. You love your sexy wife. You love to make love to her. You love the way she smells, the way she tastes..."
I watched like it was someone else's body being touched as his hand brushed along my shirt so lightly, his fingers finding and centering on a button.
"But you always felt like something was missing... something that kept you hungry."
His fingers opened the button, slowly disappeared into my shirt. My breath escaped as I felt them caress my skin for the first time. His fingers explored my chest, then scratched me lightly with his fingernails. He leaned in so close.
"I know what you've always wanted..." The fingers found my nipple, pinched it. Tight. I gasped. It was not like a woman touching me. It was different. His fingers circled so lightly, then grabbed my chest and squeezed. Like I had squeezed a woman's breast so many times, he was cupping me.
"...and I know what you really need." His breath was hot on my neck as his hand moved out of my shirt... pressed my stomach... lower... lower... there. There. Oh my God. There.
He was touching me. My cock. He was doing it. My eyes closed of their own will and I was desperately trying to control my breathing as his hand was moving, squeezing, his fingers seeking to trace my shaft, my balls. He pushed my legs apart and squeezed me through my pants. Hard.
