Busted!

Today I fooled around with a tall, lanky, smooth, beautifully muscled and actually fairly cute guy, a bit older than me, and it was *extremely* fun for about 30 minutes-- until my husband walked in.

My partner and I have been together for almost 12 years now, and we've weathered a lot in that time. We like to joke about an adage we saw on a refrigerator magnet once: "Opposites attract-- then drive each other insane." In many ways we are so exactly opposite that is is a complete joke and if we were not us, it might have driven us apart. But we have always been drawn to each other, part due to a strong physical magnetism, and in part because we know there is no one else out there in the world for us (an ex boyfriend of mine once told me "You're perfect for each other-- you both hate everything"). One way we're not opposites, however, is that we're both tops. We were monogamous for over four years, and spent about two of those almost completely sexless. We eventually discussed this exactly once, having always said since we were dating that we were both pretty repulsed by the whole open relationship concept, until we ended up living it out of necessity. Our arrangement was always pretty simple: Completely don't-ask-don't-tell, time with partner comes first, curtail outside emotional attachments. And we never discussed it again, and never gave the other any reason to wonder whether we were fully present in the relationship or not, and pretty much never even let on that anything was going on, for over seven years.


Lately my partner has been underemployed and had a very erratic schedule. So I've had to let some assignations go that I might otherwise have had, because I couldn't have anyone over without a serious buffer between when the dude would leave and my partner would come home. Today I had an unexpected afternoon free, as he was suddenly required to do a bunch of errands and also wanted to go to the gym. And right after I found this out, the handsome fellow I described above, who is himself in a down-low relationship and doesn't get out much, hit me up with a little message just keeping me warm-- he didn't have much opportunity to ever really get together, but he really wanted to keep the possibility there, and would periodically ping me just to let me know he still wanted my dick. I'm of course a sucker for this kind of flattery, so I always encourage him; today I sent a fairly boilerplate too-bad-you're-not-draining-my-nuts-right-now sort of message, and he suddenly asked, how much time do you have free? And then he drove over.

He came from across town and it took him about 45 minutes to get here, something I don't normally encourage. So this combined with having unscheduled time off, which I usually just let go, should both have been warning signs. But his pictures on line showed a beautifully proportioned and chiseled torso and great muscular arms and legs, and his face pic was very cute and smiley. I really wanted this guy to blow me. When he got here he looked even better than the pictures. He wanted to take a leak so I took his jacket. Something about him really turned me on-- he almost seemed like a straight guy-- so as I went to hang it up I smelled it deeply. He had a great clean scent. When he was ready, we made out with a lot of energy and I loved how he kissed-- he knew how to use his lips and lose himself in it. His ass was beautifully round and rock-hard inside his pants; I loved having my tongue down his throat and a firm melon in each hand while he ground his hard-on into mine. We got into bed and it was just a really fun romp. He was like a kid in a candy store between my legs, licking my nuts, caressing my dick to his face, running his lips and nose through the hair on my belly, sucking me with light, sensuous strokes and good tongue pressure, then sometimes hard and fast. I flipped him over, slicked up my dick with spit and fucked his dick with mine; we were almost exactly the same thickness but his was maybe an inch and a half longer than mine, and had a fleshy, wide-ridged, slightly pointy dickhead-- just fantastic. His hands were huge and his forearms were oddly hairy, given how smooth he was elsewhere; unusual individual traits like that in a guy turn me on so much. When I pressed my full weight on him he held me in a tight frenzy and bucked his dick into my groin, wrapped his legs and arms around me-- we were a tight, close cycle of mutual pleasure. I was having the time of my life and could have sucked his lips for hours and hours.

His ass was pale white, hairless, and incredibly round and was like a beacon of sex at the bottom of his back as he lapped away at my meat. I had to taste it. So I slid off the edge of the bed and pulled his hips towards me and gave him two tentative licks. He gasped.

And that's when I heard a key in the lock.  My partner had just decided not to go to the gym after all. And I was busted.

I'd always wondered how this would go if it ever happened, and decided I would just get dressed and have the guy leave without much fuss. So that's what I had to do-- I closed the bedroom door to give this guy some privacy while we dressed, and asked him if he had everything. He said he'd left his bag and his jacket in the living room. So out we went, and I sheepishly said to my partner, "I'm sorry, someone is here," and they exchanged absurd hellos. I patted Mr Lanky Beauty on the stomach and said "Sorry big guy, thanks for coming over," and he said "My jacket!" and I nodded and put it on him. And off he went. He had parked right outside our window on the corner so after I profusely apologized to my partner about embarrassing him, we saw him trotting over to his car. "I feel worse for him," my partner said, watching him, and I told him he'd come all the way from Bay Ridge. I mentioned that he was in hog heaven for half an hour, and that I thought he was super cute, which my partner said "No way, you think so?" So I guess we will never fight over men.

We had a bit of a talk about it, since we never discussed it since our initial agreement. Neither of us likes the idea of "scheduling tricks" or however you want to look at it; to me it just feels disrespectful to involve your partner in your extracurricular sex life. We've had some tension lately over other things unrelated to all this, and I really hope this isn't another thing to bicker about; I don't think it will be. But I sure do feel embarrassed.

And I have serious blue balls and can't believe I didn't get to properly eat that ass out! I somehow doubt Mr Lanky Beauty will be coming back, but he's one guy I desperately want a repeat with.