Men's Affair

Whether you will judge me or not - I can only guess. The only fact is that some things just can't be predicted and you don't know what can come to your mind ... never. I am writing this confession firstly to make it at least a little easier and secondly - if there is someone in my situation ... just to mention something so that I don't think I'm the only such idiot in this world. I am a married man of 41 years, with two wonderful children and a wife with whom we have experienced many things together and we have kept the relationship between us healthy and unshakable .... until 3 months ago. Before another new colleague appeared in the company where I work. A young man who speaks Western languages ​​has just finished his master's degree ... a modern young man named. Our desks in the office were close to each other, we often talked about different topics - both professional and purely life things. It happened a few times that we had lunch in company together and in reality then maybe some form of sympathy arose both on my part and on his part. At the beginning of last month, he sent me an invitation for friendship on Facebook, so our topics from the office were transferred to the chat while I was at home. Then I began to feel some attraction, unknown to me until now. Thoughts began to swirl in my head that both scared me and made me feel kind of pervertedly good. But usually after a regular dose of sex with my wife - the thoughts disappeared at least for a while. However, it all started again with the start of each subsequent working day.

I started to look at it differently. I also started to be "jealous" idiotically when I saw him talking to another colleague. I wanted to spend more and more time with this person. I even became interested in stupid football because of it - a strangeness that even one of my sons noticed. At the beginning of this month, I began to feel some looks from him that took me into an even bigger movie. I felt like total rubbish every time I looked at my family and the love I received from them. I didn't deserve it. So I decided to reduce my contact with this person. I answered briefly to another picture he was sending me, and in the office I was constantly looking for a job. He obviously noticed this and stalked me at a time when we were both alone to ask me if I had a problem with him. I told him that I could not have a problem with him. He said he was glad to hear it and it was generally like a dialogue then. And so a few days ago came the Christmas dinner of the company we work for. The day went smoothly, of course we tried to get the job done faster so we could go home and get ready for the evening. On the way home with the car, I heard that my phone rang for an SMS. I parked in front of the block and took out my phone to see another pointless advertisement from a mobile operator.

Alas, it was not exactly what I expected. The text read: "I have rented an apartment for tonight. You decide. See you later. '' ... I only remember the warm waves that swept over me and that's it. Nothing else. I sat in the car for a few minutes and decided to go upstairs. The children were still at school and my wife at work. I undressed and went in to take a quick shower. After the warm bath, I sat in a dressing gown in the living room and I just couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was disgusted with what I wanted to do tonight. Apparently he was stronger than me. I went back to the bathroom, took out the electric razor, and began to carefully remove the hair on my body. Passing my buttocks, I felt what I really wanted. I dressed quickly, trying not to catch anyone in my family coming home. It would just come in handy. I called my wife that I was going to the restaurant and left. Entering the restaurant, I immediately caught his eye - he looked quite worried. I greeted all the bosses as it was his turn and turned to him. We shook hands and I, not knowing what to do, just nodded to him. He smiled at me, and somehow at that moment the load dropped a little. Dinner at the restaurant was quite pleasant, we did not have any contact with him. The looks on duty do not count .... We agreed with SMS how to play the scene in which he will want to leave and I, as sober, will offer to take him by car. That's what we did. We got in the car and just drove to the place reserved for him. On the way, I just couldn't stand it and decided to pull over, unbuttoning his pants. If someone had told me 3 months ago that I would give a whistle to a colleague 14 years younger than me in my car stopped at emergency lights on a boulevard in Sofia - I would have laughed at him and told him that he was totally crazy. But ... it happened. We arrived in front of the cooperative itself. He had already taken the key, so we went straight up. We decided first to take a refreshing shower. I entered deliberately first, and then it was his turn. Coming out of the bathroom, I waited for him on the bed only in black lace stockings above the knee, which I had picked up by my wife. I may have looked absurd, but I can say that it worked quite well for him.

The night was fantastic. Not for a moment did you think I wanted to be active. Peeking my ass, touching my face on the bedroom and enjoying the young member who was fixing me, I slowly began to forget about my initial shame and discomfort, as well as thinking that I was doing something uniquely bad and evil. I was just enjoying the moment. In the early hours of the day I decided I had to go home ... I didn't want to but I had to. I took the "lover" to them, we kissed and asked to go home. Entering us, however, I was overcome by that nasty feeling with which I went to the restaurant. I went in to take a shower again, using it simply as a place to cry. I began to feel disgusted and unworthy of my family. I imagined kissing my kids goodnight with the same mouth that ... that thought was killing me.

The weekend passed like a moment. I kept thinking about what had happened to me and avoided contact with my family. Monday came and going to work I decided to take the decisive step - to talk face to face with my colleague. During the lunch break, we sat in a restaurant and clarified things in a masculine way - we both tried something new, something that might be better left in the past and not repeated. We ironed everything out and went back to the office. I came home a little calmer and more cheerful. We made dinner as it always was, we talked happily like a really close-knit family. We sat down to watch a movie together when my phone beeped again. It read, "I'm in front of your block with the car." Suddenly I remembered that I had to give a battery charger to a friend. 5 minutes later this "friend" of mine was fucking me in the back seat of the parking lot next to us ....