I am married and bi-curious. I did not say bisexual because I am not sure if I am. There are times I just detest same sex experiences, but then every now and then, I get this urge, driven partly by the fact that my wife is never really interested in sex. The urge is often like an itch, an itch that goes away once I cum. So I have found a way to maximise my enjoyment when I have these encounters. I don't cum. I just concentrate on making the guy cum.
So that was the introduction. Now here's the story.
My wife and I were out for a movie at a nearby multiplex, where I ran into a guy who looked familiar. He was from my college. It had been almost 5 years since college so I was having trouble remembering his name. "Anirban", he reminded me. He was a senior in my college. We exchanged pleasantries, even though I didn't remember having spoken to him back in college.
We exchanged numbers just for formality. I got a text from him a couple of days later. We chatted about this and that. Something he wrote sounded a little flirty. Since I did not know him that well, I just asked him straight, if he was flirting. I was like, hell what's the worst that can happen? He said maybe he was. After that I started being bold, bringing up sex and teasing. He seemed interested.
Fast forward a few days, he asked me to hang out at his room. I said I would love to. When I got there, he showed me around. His place was small, a bachelor pad. We spoke about old times, college and experiences. I asked him whether he intended to do anything. He said sure. Then we both sat there quietly. I told him that maybe he should make the first move, since I was shy.