Now I think I enjoyed it even more than him. Gay sex It was a weird thought to have, I suppose, but it was true. “Glad you liked it, Mark,” he said. I shouldn’t look forward to what was about to happen so much. Traffic sucked. Dave’s body was warm and hard beneath mine, his rippled upperback now flush with my burly chest as I covered him tightly and bottomed out. I walked out to the parking lot without a coat or a sweater, a spring in my step. I slid out of the bed and made my way to rinse off before getting dressed again. A couple of the sales people were chatting and laughing on the other side of the glass. But I still made it to Dave’s place by 4:30. “Hey. I very much loved fucking my wife and we had a good sex life, though not as often as I craved. Again. I’d told Dave six years ago that we had to put the kibosh on our thing.
