Ruthie and I had been married for nearly eight years, a second marriage for both us. She is about five foot six, with black hair and lovely eyes. Some would call her a bit overweight but I saw her as voluptuous. I'm five foot eleven with a stocking build, dark hair, dark eyes, and a hairy chest. Ruthie and I enjoyed a very lively sex life and we often shared fantasies during our lovemaking. We had both talked about the possibilities of same sex encounters and while we encouraged each other neither of us had ever acted on it.
Dave, is my best friend, has been since we were boys. We had done everything together and enjoyed each other's company over the years. Dave was slightly taller than me with light brown hair, blue eyes and a smooth body. When you are good friends with someone you can tell by the little signs how the other feels and I think both of us felt it might be fun sometime to explore a man to man encounter.
One Saturday Dave came over to help me with a project while Ruthie went shopping. She loved to shop and would be gone for hours. Dave and I got at the project and when finished we decided to have a beer. We sat down on the couch in the great room and popped in a porno disc. It was the usual stuff and I was able to tell that Dave was as excited as I. We watch the traditional boy-girl, boy-girl-girl, and girl-girl scene when we were treated to a boy-boy scene. At that point we both got very quiet and just watched. Whether he did it on purpose or not suddenly Dave had spread his legs and his thigh touched mine. We looked at each other and there was a long pause. I don't know what actually prompted it but he leaned over and kissed me.
He broke the kiss and just looked at me, waiting for some kind of sign. I just smiled and we leaned into each other and kissed again. This time lips parted and tongues danced. Our hands began to caress each other and soon both of us had slipped the other's zippers down and as we kissed we were stroking each other. It felt very erotic to feel another man's cock, feel the power of it growing in your hands, and knowing that your touch is the cause. We kissed and stroked, slowly losing our inhibitions until we heard a familiar voice.