I had spent one night with Tom, my American lover, in a hotel room in London. That seemed like an age ago. Since then we had kept up our online sexual trysts whenever we were able to. We would fantasise abut having sex with each other in all different types of situations. It was always so hot when we chatted. We had even managed to have phone sex once in a while and there was nothing that got me excited quite like hearing him moan my name as he came.
The one time we had met up was when he was over here for work and i was able to travel to London to spend the night with him. I was gutted that he had made a return to the UK, again for work, but this time we had not been able to meet up. He said that he did not really have any free time in his itinerary as he was travelling with others and they were moving around a lot. I had a bit of a sulk but eventually got over it!
Our sessions would always begin in the same way, with a message on Kik asking the other if they were free and alone. Given he was so busy at work, I was surprised to get one at 9am on the Tuesday of his trip to the UK.
"Yes," I replied "Working from home today. How's the trip going?"
"Well, I have just arrived in W******* by train and I realised that must be close-ish to you" he responded.
W******* was indeed close to me. It was about fifteen minutes from my house and one of the larger railway stations in the area.
"WTF?!?" I replied on Kik.
"I knew I was travelling around a bit but don't know the UK well enough that names really register with me. It was only when people started talking about us getting the train North that I suddenly thought I might actually be near to you."
"Well you are!" I typed. "You are about fifteen minutes from me. Where are you staying?"
I watched as the app told me he was typing, my mind racing through excuses that I could use to get away from home tonight to see him.
"We are not staying, getting the train back to London later on."
His message instantly cooled the first stirrings of the erection which had begun. I could see he was typing another message.
"We got the train early so we did not miss the meeting."
More typing.
"The others have gone for a walk around and do some shopping. I said I was going to see if I could meet an English buddy of mine...."
My face flushed.
"If I had known, I could have been waiting for you again in a hotel" I typed back.
More typing from him.
"I did not know. But now I know how close I am to you, was thinking that perhaps I should just come to yours....."
I stared at the screen. My mind was absolutely scrambled. Every sexual craving I had was screaming out for the two of us to have sex again. Real sex. But there was no way that he could come here, not to mine and my wife's house. It was just way too risky. And wrong.
"Sorry, just can't do that." I typed my short response.
"Yes you can," came the reply.
"No really, I can't do that," I quickly typed.
"Sarah will never know."
When we had been having cyber sex, he got me to tell him my wife's name. He very much liked to know how I viewed having sex with him against sex with my wife. He wanted detail. He wanted me to tell him that I preferred having sex with him over having sex with Sarah. And I did.
But now I once more felt a surge of betrayal that I had shared that detail.
"No, I really cannot. I can be with you in fifteen minutes and we can meet in Starbucks or something," I suggested, really very keen on at least seeing him.
"Are you prepared to have sex in the toilet at Starbucks?"
This response threw me. Was he suggesting that we factually have sex in Starbucks? I could see he was already typing the next message.
"Because I cannot imagine being physically with you and us not have sex..."
He had a point.
More typing.
"So there is a way that me coming to yours is less risky....."
From the first moment he had contacted me, through a bit of feedback on a story here, he had this knack of persuading me. Of seducing me.
"I just can't" I wrote, but my cock was getting hard again.
"We can" he replied.
"We must" he continued.
"I need to kiss you."
"I need you."
"I want you."
The message came in quick succession. Each one mirroring my own desires.
I typed the word "Ok", followed by my address. I looked at the unsent message on the screen of my phone.
As I looked at it I could see another message was being composed.
"I need to make love with you," he said.
And just like that, I pressed send.
I had the house to myself. There was, in fact, minimal risk of being disturbed. But I had truly never done something like this before. My mind was, however, in a whirl of lust. I had to see him. I had to be with him again.
I sat on the bottom step of the stairs and stared at the door. My hands were shaking. My cock was rock hard. After what seemed like an age I heard the unmistakable sound of a cab and its door closing. I heard my gate creak open and watched a figure approach the door through the mottled glass.
I was at the door and opening it before there could be a knock or a door bell chime. I pulled Tom into the hallway, both so the neighbours did not have much chance to see him and because I was desperate to kiss him.
His tongue felt so good in my mouth as we kissed. His scent in my nostrils added to the intoxicating sensation as our mouths melted into each other. I felt his arms wrap around me, one hand going to my bum and pulling me closer to him. It was not in the least bit surprising to feel that his cock was hard as he pressed himself into me. But it was so exciting to feel his passion for me.
We broke the kiss. He rested his forehead on mine and smiled.
"How long do you have?" I asked and kissed his lips.
"Just over an hour," he said, his American accent as sexy as ever, "now take me to bed."
Without saying another word he took hold of my hand and started to lead me upstairs. Him leading me in my house.
When we got upstairs I motioned for him to go into the spare room and followed him. When we were both in the room he turned to face me and I stepped in for another kiss. I was stunned when his hands went to the top of my arms and he held me off.
"This is the guest room?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Take me to your bedroom" he said as he smiled.
I looked at him. I did not move, did not say a word.
"I want you in the marital bed," he explained.
He did not need to explain. He would often ask me where I was when he had cyber sex and I would often be in my bed. I knew that this turned him on. And now here he was, wanting me to have sex with him in the bed I share with my wife.
"We can't," I started to say.
"We will," he countered.
"Its just so wrong," I said, and in the moment I was saying it, I knew that it was wrong. I knew this was something that I should just not do. It wasn't right.
He walked past me to the door and out on to the landing. He could see my bedroom door, our bedroom door.
"Take me to bed lover" he said and walked away from me and into the master bedroom.
I followed him in.
In the moments that followed I had no idea what was happening other than we were kissing, fevered kissing, and that his hands were on my body, travelling here and there. I had little appreciation as to the fact that he had got me almost naked until I felt his hand on the hard shaft of my cock for the first time that day and a tremor of pure pleasure surged through my body and exploded in my brain.
As he expertly stroked my cock, I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, opening them all the way down to his waistband and then pulled at his belt. The button at the top of his trousers followed and then the zip on his flies. My hand went into the waistband of his underwear and now we kissed with both of us caressing the other's hard cock.
His fingers gripped my shaft and moved up and down so that the foreskin was drawn all the way back, exposing the head to the air, before he almost pulled his fist off the end on the return journey. I almost complained when his hand let go but was too lost in the kiss and the feel of his erection in my hand. Then I felt both his hands fell heavy on my shoulders and the unmistakable downward pressure that was less invite and more demand for me to drop to my knees.
His trousers were only mid thigh and the front of his underwear was pulled down enough for his cock to be revealed in all its magnificent glory. I stared at it but for a moment before leaning in and engulfing it in my mouth.
I was utterly addicted to the sensation of sucking him.
He instantly held the side of my head and started to thrust his cock inside my mouth, my lips trying to form as tight a seal around him as possible and my tongue doing anything it could to add to the sensations that he would feel.
"Fuck yeah baby," I heard him moan, "you are Daddy's perfect little cocksucker aint you baby?"
Again this was the language that had developed as part of our cybersex. It felt like had been having sex for years, which in a way we had, and not like this was only the second time we had been naked together on the same continent.
