Tall with mid-length hair in a cut that made him look a little boyish. He wasn't my cup of tea, but I could see why Amir was attracted to him. A safe internet space where men on the verge of middle age could discuss their evolving sexuality. Amir knew him from some website or other. At the foot of the bed was Amir, naked as the day he was born, locked in a passionate embrace with Craig. Nerves had compelled me to guzzle most of a bottle of wine and my head felt reassuringly fuzzy. But I would feel weird sitting there fully dressed while my husband explored another man's body. I wasn't to be involved, just a curious onlooker. I was sat at the head of the bed wearing just my underwear. Despite believing him, I couldn't deny feeling jealous and intimidated the first time I watched him be intimate with another man. But he wanted to find out, and he wanted my blessing to do so. Whether that made him fully bisexual, or merely bi-curious, he didn't know. A need to explore both masculine and feminine bodies.
A need to feel another man's skin upon his a need to taste him. Like an optical illusion suddenly coming into focus, he had uncovered in himself a passion for men.
But, he said, something had happened in him recently. He had worshipped my body, sunk his cock deep inside of me and pumped me full of cum thousands of times. He was confident about that, and I believed him, of course.
(Author's Note: Originally posted under the pen name Gert_Boekbinder )