I met this really cute guy at a bar about six months ago and felt this extreme chemistry with him. Needless to say that we ended up in bed that night…and the night after that and the night after that and before we knew it, we were almost living together. This guy was insatiable…most guys would lose the charm of getting intimate after a few months and then it’s just ‘let’s get it done with’…especially after moving in together but this guy was great…he had something new to do every time and came up with new ideas and ways to spice things up. He was great to talk to as well…good company…nice to look at…very sensitive to my needs and very caring…that should have given it away but I was so deep in the bliss of having found the perfect guy that I didn’t notice.
I sensed something was amiss when his bedroom experiments started getting somewhat strange. He would want me to treat him like to woman and wear all these sorts of different accessories to have sex with him like he was the woman. The first time I was excited but this became the theme of our intimate time together and I started to become uncomfortable. So…I told him and he was quite understanding about it…we stopped and got back to the normal ways of doing it and I was the girl back again but he wasn’t doing so well. Ideally he could continue for a long time but that wasn’t happening…I was quite mixed up too so I let it be. I thought he was just tired or something….little did I know there was something else going on.
Then one day I decided that I had probably been a little harsh on him…everyone has preferences and maybe he was not feeling so good about me not wanting to do it his way so I decided to leave early form work and surprise him at home (he was freelance photographer and at home mostly). So I went home and saw a stranger’s car parked outside. I thought nothing of it…maybe he had a client or friends over…thinking it would be nice to meet someone at his side, I walked into the house…to get the biggest shock of my life.
I saw my boyfriend…my perfect man…bending over the kitchen counter with another guy giving it to him from the back…and he seemed to love it because he was making all those seriously moaning sounds. None of them could see me because I was standing right behind them but I could see everything. I was so shocked I didn’t realize I could walk away. They kept at it for quite some time and my guy just seemed to want more and more of it…he kept pressing the guy to go deeper inside him and push it harder and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing…what I was seeing.
When they were done and my guy got up (to probably return the favor) is when the two of them saw me. The stranger seemed comfortable but my guy lost all his color and started gathering his clothes…he didn’t know what to say. So I made it easier for him…I walked out saying just take your things and go…I’ll be back in an hour…and he was.