I apologise to Rose. I really did not mean to seduce your husband. I never meant to turn him to man-to-man sex. You should never have had to find out by catching J balls deep, pumping his lovely, hot load into a grateful, moaning muscle bear. I wish you hadn't seen their passionate, animal embrace. But you did.
You said you want to know how and why your husband eventually dropped down to his knees that day and devouringly took the long precum-slick cock of his lover into his mouth, to the back of his throat, swirled and lavished his tongue along that veined, pulsing shaft. You didn't stay to find out if he made the other man cum. Let me tell you he did. He swallowed as much as he could and smeared that thick, juice around his lips, let it slide down his chin. Then he and his lover kissed with more passion than he and you had ever generated.
Rose, he wanted to be your lover. He wanted to be touched and admired, to be spontaneous and not an advert for domestic tranquillity -- a tranquillised, pacified, dulled mind. He was happy but bored. He was looking for something new when he challenged me.
Challenged me or rather let me know that he knew I liked sex with men. He had heard me in the throes of man2man ecstasy. Had heard the especially verbal X begging me to "breed" him. I think X and I respark J's lust, he rediscovered imagination, fun, desire. It offered a new way to live. You thought he wanted a hygienic, sparkling kitchen. No, he wanted you sweating while he took you on the kitchen table, moaning obscenities for the world to hear.
You want to know how men could be so consumed with lust for one another that they would fail to notice your presence or be disturbed by the emotional shock sweeping out from your body and soul.
You want to comprehend how "your man" could arrive home happy and cheery, give you his usual peck on the cheek and call you "my love" as you settled into your routine of TV and messaging friends on social media before cuddling up for the night. A night when he actually was thinking of teasing his fingers over male nipples, massaging triceps and biceps, inhaling testosterone, grasping cock and massaging it while pressing his own pulsing cock deep into the warmth of a well-bred male hole. That night, like many others, maybe you discussed perfect home renovations, a holiday with relatives and business. Why won't you ask yourself what was is about the thrilling ecstasy of gay sex that would he risk such a perfectly balanced life for?
Oh, Rose! He would have been happy with the occasional good fuck, but it was something that you lost interest in. And no, I don't believe he was a thoughtless or dull lover. He is so open to experimentation and new sensations. Be glad he's a good man and is still there for you.
Remember that night in April when he slammed the bedroom door and went downstairs to watch porn, to work his magnificent masculinity. You wouldn't talk to him about sex, wouldn't discuss therapy, wouldn't see the sad demeanour of a man constantly rejected by the one he loved.
