A Recent Development

Okay time for a true story.

The first I saw of him was a blurry picture of his dick. He was fairly in shape, which was nice, and ten��years older than me. But you know, I didn’t care. We exchanged a few messages. He made the trek to my house.

My wife knew she was marrying a bisexual. I’d expressed my desire to find some dudes. She was reluctant. Given how horribly introverted I am, I was pretty reluctant too. But the fantasy is awesome.

It’d been bouncing around for a while, something I’d mentioned but never seriously. Then one day, I sent her an offhand text that our relationship was steady enough for me to hook up with a guy. She agreed. I asked if she was serious. My heart was racing. I was at work but it didn’t matter. It was a near-euphoric experience.

After a bit of thought, it was agreed. I downloaded the app. Was it a horrible mistake? Would it change everything? Ruin my marriage?

It took me months to do it. It wasn’t difficult, though. Just a bit of chatting��and a lot of anxious waiting. When he arrived, I was really, really nervous. For nothing, as it turned out. He kissed me. We made out and things progressed. It was incredibly fun.

It was good enough to do it again. Yet, I haven’t. Sleeping with somebody that isn’t your partner makes you appreciate what your partner knows. My wife knows how to do everything just the way I like it. He didn’t. How could he?

In a strange sort of way, hooking up made me realize how much I value her. It definitely reminded me how much I hate sifting through people to find one to fuck. Thankfully, it was gay sex with a gay sex app, so it wasn’t too difficult. Since then, I’ve only tried one more time and I was cockblocked by circumstance.

Both me and her think it’d be best if I found a regular fuck buddy. But of course, anything regular is a danger. Can I really risk it? What if it gets serious? I’m honestly not that sure. For now, I’ll be avoiding that (and maybe fantasizing about it).