Naughty Stories UK

I had a stroke of his sexy back. We looked into the soul of the other and liked what we saw. We were both men who were sick of the daily grind of 9 to 5 and then going home to big ugly fat cranky wives. We wanted a change so we both tried our hand at gay dating and that is how we came across each other. We went on cruises together and went out to clubs. We dined at fine restaurants and took long walks along the promenade. Life was good. We were liberated from the harsh berating tones of our evil wives. Even though it was only for a few hours a week, it was like an eternity. An eternity of freedom away from the boring monotony of married life.

But one day we were caught out. A friend of one of our wives saw us. Margaret was her name. She went back to my wife Jane and told her what she had seen me up to. Not that she had much to tell. What I was doing wasn't that scandalous, but it wasn't something you could cover for either. Me and my boyfriend were walking along on the promenade in extremely gay clothing gesticulating wildly as we gossiped. I could have easily made up a cover story for why two men were walked along the promenade at the beach talking, but due to the way we were doing it the excuses just wouldn't wash. We looked like a right pair of gays and nothing could convince anyone otherwise. So I promised her I would go to therapy and seek help. But all I could think of when I was talking to the psychiatrist was how my soul was divided from his soul, and how I would never against get to stroke his sexy back. What I would do to just have one more stroke of his fine masculine musculature. What I would give to have one more deep passionate kiss of my sexy beau. But it was not meant to be I suppose. Days drifted to weeks and weeks drifted to months and it became more and more apparent I'd never see him again. Never Ever Again.