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Unknowingly, my wife invited him to the house
About nine years ago, in the period between my first and second marriage, I experimented with bisexuality. I really didn’t have a romantic desire to be with another man, but I was too emotionally damaged to have a relationship with another woman and I needed some sexual interaction. I found it through a website that facilitated discrete sexual encounters between men. After a few anonymous meetings where I swapped giving oral sex with another man, I found that I enjoyed giving more than receiving. Soon, I connected with a guy who lived not too far away who was a good match. He was a top. It wasn’t long before he taught me how to bottom. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed bending over and feeling him cum inside me. We became friends and would connect a couple times a week. That lasted about a year until he moved to another state to take care of his ailing mother. We quickly lost touch with each other. I eventually met my current wife and got married.
Late last fall, our cat died. My wife decided that we were not going to get another one as she wants to travel more and does not have to make arrangements for someone to watch the cat while we are gone. I tried to warn her that living in a house that backs up to a farm field, that we will either have a cat or we will have mice. Sure enough, last week, she woke me in the middle of the night after she heard some scratching noises. The next morning, she called an exterminator. I work in sales and can work remotely as much as I want. So, I was home when the exterminator arrived. Apparently, my old friend’s mother passed away and he had moved back. Unknowingly, my wife invited him to the house. I would like to say that I resisted, but I didn’t. Why do I enjoy that so much? Now he is scheduled to come back once a month.
Faggots, faggots, faggots!