My wife went out to California to visit her cousin for four days. I know that she had an ulterior motive for visiting her cousin. She wanted to "run into" the woman we met while we were on vacation. My wife had hit it off with Sonny immediately. Their rapport was as if they had been friends all their lives. Although they had never met before and my wife had never engaged in any kind of girl-on-girl sexual play, the two of them found themselves locked in the throes of passion on that steamy night in Maine. They gave each other exquisite pleasure and I know my wife wanted to see Sonny again.
It has been my habit for quite some time to get up early, around 5:15 in the morning, and get on the computer. My favorite early morning website is Literotica. While the coffee is brewing, I like to read a few erotic stories. I've been a devotee of porn for a very long time. I like all porn with a special focus on shaved ladies of any age, anal sex, including pictures of gaping rectums, and gay and bisexual pictures. My favorite choices on the Literotica website are gay and anal stories, not always in that order. Pictures and movies turn me on but nothing in porn is as stimulating for me as really good erotica. The mind is still the biggest sex organ and if a story is good enough to create sensual images in your brain, the stimulation goes right to your crotch, whether you are a man or a woman.
My dick will get super hard reading a good gay or anal story and I'll jerk off, shooting cum all over my hand. I've got into the habit of licking my cum off my hand as a precondition to eating my wife's pussy after I've fucked her. I'll eat her creampie any time but I've become accustomed to eating my own cum.
The first day my wife was gone, I did my usual morning ritual, reading a couple of really hot gay stories, and then went off to work. I'm not gay but I would have to say, at this point, that my one man-man experience has shown me an appreciation for how good one man can be to another. Deep down, I think that I am really bisexual because as much as I enjoyed giving and getting a blowjob from a man, I could never ever give up eating pussy. Anyway, as I drove to work, thoughts of the two stories I read passed through my mind and I started reliving my experience with Rick, that fateful day I went to the local gay bar for a drink after work. It was a memorable experience.
The day went by fairly quickly. I was occupied with all sort of business activity and had no time to think about anything else. Before I knew it, I was back in the car heading home to the suburbs. The radio was on but I wasn't really listening. My mind started to drift back to my morning thoughts. I thought about the stories I read and Rick and our tête-à-tête. The more I thought about it, the hornier I was getting. I could feel a surge in my groin as my dick filled with blood, straining against my pants. When I got home, I poured myself a shot of Balvenie 12yr and downed it. Then I poured myself another one.
I sat down at the computer and went to the Literotica website. I searched for anal stories. My wife had become very receptive to anal sex. In fact, more often than not, she would ask me to fuck her ass. The last time I did she said it wasn't comfortable so we engaged in some good old vaginal fucking. Five minutes later, she asked my to try her ass again, that fucking her pussy just wasn't doing it for her. I lubed up my dick a second time and pressed it against her asshole, anticipating some resistance but there was none! My dick slid in without a problem. My wife pushed her body forward to accept my cock at an even faster pace than I had expected. She wanted all of me in her as quickly as possible. She pounded her clit as I pulled my dick out almost to the end and then stuck it back in. I fucked her ass at an even pace. I could feel my orgasm building. She was on her own. If what I did was helping her to come, then all the better. At this point, all I cared about was coming in her ass. I quickened my pace and blew my load. But that was then and now is now.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I was obsessed with gay porn and anal porn. I was definitely turned on by reading about two men pleasuring each other. I was also stimulated by stories about anal sex, including ones about men getting fucked with a strap-on. Reading these stories made me as hard a rock. I'd wank my dick until I came and then my somewhat perverted thoughts would subside. The masturbating wasn't enough. I wasn't fulfilled by just coming off. I needed more. I looked at my watch and it was just 7 o'clock. The night was still young. I knew what the answer was to my problem. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a card. On it was a phone number. When I wrote down that number, I thought that I would never call it but the time had come. I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello," the voice said.
"Hey, Rick! I came across your phone number in my wallet and thought I'd give you a call to see how you were," I said gamely thinking how transparent my words must have sounded.
He recognized my voice immediately. "How the hell are you? I've been thinking about you quite a bit since our, shall we say, dalliance. I had such a good time that afternoon. I've always been hoping for a second chance but you seemed to be unsure so I never pursued it."
"As did I, Rick. By the way, a nice choice, dalliance," I said with a smile in my voice. A dalliance was frivolous time spent or amorous play or a flirtation. "Truth be told, Rick, I didn't come across your number by accident. I've been thinking about our time together. Would it be too bold to ask if you have any plans for this evening? I know it's already 7 o'clock."
"Actually, I don't have any plans. I was going to spend a quiet evening, catching up on some reading. What do you have in mind?"
"Would you like to meet for a drink?"
"Sure. Any particular place in mind?"
"Some place quiet and discreet. How about the bar at the Vietnamese restaurant on Washington Street? Would 8 o'clock be good?"
"Sounds great. I'll see you there!"
"O.K. Eight o'clock it is!"
I took a quick shower, put on a pair of jeans sans underwear, a silk tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers, and I was on my way back in town. Twenty minutes later, with good parking karma, I found a space near the restaurant. It was just 8 o'clock when I walked in and scanned the bar. Rick was sitting there engaged in conversation with a very pretty Asian bartender. Rick could easily be assumed to be straight. In fact, I'm sure he's seen some female action in his life.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," I said. Rick turned and gave me a warm smile. I was taken aback when he jumped off his stool and embraced me like a long-lost friend. I am not a physical person but I returned his embrace with a firm hug.
"Great to see you again," Rick said. "I was hoping that this day would come. I can't tell you how many times I walked by your store and wanted to go in. Let's grab a booth. Barkeep, a single malt for my friend. Straight up with an ice water chaser, please." Like magic, I had my drink in my hand. Rick nodded to the hostess who sat us in an intimate corner booth out of the mainstream flow of the restaurant.
"How have you been? You look great," Rick said.
