Alone with Another Man

It was a hot sunny day. We had worn out my little toddler playing frisbee at the park, and an afternoon nap came easily. I suggested to Jay that our guests move from the kitchen to the living room, further away from the bedrooms, to keep the sudden sound of raucous laughter from rousing my sleeping child. My kid naps better with music on so I went into my studio / guest room to turn itunes on.

Sam followed me in saying he wanted to see my Mac. We made some small talk about my computer. I really did honestly believe at first that he just wanted to see my laptop. As I stood to return to the party, he was in the way of the door, his arms open toward me. In a split second I had to make a decision. I had never been alone with another man since I’d gotten married. Jay and I played with other lovers in threesomes and foursomes, but I always had him present.

I remember early in our marriage, when we were still roommates with Mitchell, Jay was at work and Mitch and I were alone at home. He wanted to play and I refused to. Not without Jay, I said to him. That remained my position for the next ten years of our marriage. I did not want to entertain any thought or fantasy of having a relationship that did not involve Jay.

At this particular moment, while Jay was entertaining in the living room, I walked into Sam’s arms.

He put his hands around my waist, “You’re so little.”

“You’re so big,” I answered as I tiptoed to meet his kiss.

He backed me into the bed, “Are we doing something wrong?”

I shook my head.

“I kind of like being naughty,” he added as he lay right on top of me, his erection straining through his pants.

In the middle of a kiss, he had a second thought, “Should we go back to the party?”

“I want you to think about no one else’s comfort but yours.” I was being selfish, too. I wanted him all to myself, at least for the afternoon.

Sam and I kissed a lot. He played with my hair, looked into my eyes intently. He didn’t seem interested in fucking. He was making love. It started making me nervous. I felt vulnerable. I wanted to be in control.

“Lay on your back,” I ordered. “I want to suck your cock.” I helped him off his pants and got his cock in my mouth throat deep.

“Oh, May!” he stretched his torso, then suddenly pulled me back up to kiss me. It confused me a little. Most guys like fellatio.

He moved back on top, laid me on my back and pulled my panties to the side. “You have a beautiful pussy,” he went in for a taste. I ran my fingers through his hair for a moment. I couldn’t relax. I wanted to be back on top, with his cock in my mouth, in control.

“Let me suck your cock,” I insisted.

“I have to know you better,” his smile is disarming. “It’s not me, it’s my cock.”

I understood what he meant. Kind of. We talked instead. We laid in bed, almost naked, and we talked about previous lovers, our fantasies, what turned us on.

The party caught up with us, and we got dressed. Jay came in, grabbed me around the waist and planted a big kiss on me. I felt a little guilty, stuttered a few empty phrases, and rejoined the rest of the guests.