Thursday, I made the excuse that I had to go and get my tools and trestle table. Saturday morning, Chas and I went straight to bed, and stayed there till lunchtime. When we weren't love making, we were kissing, cuddling, and wondering how we can keep the love affair going.
Even though my wife was also cheating, the whole situation bugged me. For days I thought of little else. The only solution would be to come clean, even though I knew it would be one of the hardest things I'd ever done in my life, and may well break my marriage.
We were sat in opposite armchairs. As usual there was fuck all on the TV, so I switched it off. 'Here goes,' I thought, and took a deep breath. "Honey, I have a confession to make." She preempted me, "You have been having homosexual sex with Chas." "How did you know?" "The 'work' seemed to be taking far too long. I know that you have always had an eye for the men, so it was only a matter of time, besides which, Chas is a good looking guy. It would be much worse, unforgivable, if you were seeing another woman." I was dumbstruck, but she continued, " I'm not bothered that you are bisexual, so am I, I have a girlfriend, we meet when you go to see Chas. Isn't it ironic that we may be making love at the same time, just not with each other. If you want to carry on your affair, I don't mind. Don't have sex in our house as I see my lover at her place. Please still have sex with me, I still need a cock sometimes." I listened, head bowed like a naughty schoolboy, mixed emotions running through my head, relief, guilt, but most of all, excitement. I had been found out, and been given the all clear. Chas will be overjoyed when I tell him. I fetched a bottle of wine, and the rest of the evening was spent pretty much in silence, both locked in our thoughts of our lovers.
The following day I called Chas to give him the good news. He was as surprised as I had been. We met, as usual, in the pub Friday evening, he was very subdued. I sensed there may be something wrong. He started, "Please, please don't take this the wrong way. Most guys, and girls for that matter, play the field when they first discover sex. I expect you went though a good few women before you married." I had to agree. "If you had known you were gay or bi in your late teens or twenties, you would have undoubtedly shagged around, I did, my body count was at least 50, more if you take in the girls I fucked." The only man you have had sex with is me. I think we make great lovers, but you need to broaden your horizons. Before you think differently, I'm not, and never would want you out of my life, it's just that you should play the field, different cocks, experiences, men in general." Of course, I knew he was right, and I was terrified at the prospect. "I don't have a clue how to go about it." "Firstly, put you're profile on some hook up sites, like Grindr or Scruff. You are a good looking guy, very affectionate and excellent in bed. In a couple of months you have gone from virgin to experienced lover, who I adore."
Chas and I still had sex several times over the weekend. In the back of my head all the time, was how to start a new life, while still keeping hold of Chas. Maybe a threesome with Chas would boost my confidence, which had hit rock bottom. I suggested t to him, and also asked him to help me build a profile. I knew I had to put pictures on any hook up site, and it would be much easer if someone else held the camera. "Yeah, no worries. Instead of going to the pub Friday, I'll get some beer in and we will build your profile. It will be fun taking sexy pictures of you." I had never thought of myself as 'sexy'. Friday evening, I douched and showered, hoping the profile building would lead to sex. As it turned out, it took all evening. It was great fun, taking pictures and building a humourous profile, necking beers and giggling like school kids. It was nearly midnight when we turned in, too tired for sex.
In the morning, I went through the douche, shower routine, but for some reason, Chas didn't want sex. No worries, we watched cookery programs on TV. I noticed that Chas kept looking at his watch, as if waiting for something, or someone. We had a kiss and cuddle, but that was as far as it went. Morning coffee, still nothing, 11.30, the doorbell rang. "As a surprise, I've invited a friend round, I think you are going to have a fun afternoon." He opened the door to a lad, no older than 30. Henry, at 5'9" was about the same height as me. What set him apart was his looks, chiselled jawline, broad shoulders and slim waist. Chas introduced us, with me not knowing where to look. Henry was full of the confidence that I lacked. "How come you've been keeping him to yourself?" "Well", replied Chas, he's all yours today, I want to take a video of you having sex, to put on his profile" Henry held me by the waist and we had a deep kiss. I felt the front of his jeans, he was already erect, and well endowed. "C'mon", said Chas, "Let's go to the bedroom, everything is prepared." Beside the bed was lube and poppers, and I was going to need them. In the bedroom, we quickly stripped. I was right, his appendage was huge, I'd never seen anything as big in real life, and doubted my ass could take it. Henry was an expert at turning me, (and probably countless others) on. On the bed, with some of his dick in my mouth, I was soon leaking. I hadn't done that in years. Chas used his camera phone to film the proceedings. Henry blew me, turned me over and rimmed me, then onto my back and he handed me the amyl nitrate. I didn't really know what it was for. I sniffed it up each nostril and felt a rush of blood to my face, which lasted a minute or so. I did it again and relaxed. Henry put my left leg on his shoulder and and applied the lube to both of us. Chas zoomed in, Henry inched his way in. More poppers and he was embedded in me, and we began to have sex, slowly at first, more and more precum dripping into my pubes. Faster, different angles, we rolled over and I sat on him. Hand on cock, I bounced on his fat pole. Cum splattered everywhere, Henry pulled his cock out of me and gave Chas the money shot up my back. I rolled off and licked his dick clean, squeezing the last few drops from him. The filming stopped, and we had a beer.
Chas made love to me in the evening and Henry came back for a repeat performance Sunday morning. I drove home, my confidence sky high, and dreamt of Henry all week.
