After two abortive attempts at a fully explorative sex session with my neighbor Dr. Chris, I was damned determined to find a way to find some time to have a full work out with him. My loins were aching for it and my brains ached to find a way to get him alone with me. I could hardly think of anything else. But no matter how calculating a plan that I might make, I could not have expected the events to unfold quite the way that they did.

My wife called me mid-morning, before I had worked out any assignation with Chris, to tell me that she was going downstate with Chris’ wife, Marilyn for a couple days, on an emergency mercy mission. Marilyn’s mother had fallen and broken her hip, and Marilyn needed to make the necessary arrangements to ensure her interim care. My wife felt that accompanying Marilyn was the necessary thing to do, had already farmed the kids out to her sister, and was ready to leave. Her last instruction was to “keep Chris company until we get back.” She would never know that she had just given me the biggest hard-on imaginable as a result of this telephone conversation just by giving me that news.

I called Chris and left a message on his cell to meet me at my house after work. I left early, got home to light the fireplace, get some nice scotch ready, and waited. I hoped that this would be one of his early nights and not an emergency at the hospital. I was not to be disappointed.

Chris came directly from work, and pulled into my driveway minutes later. I opened the door before he had chance to ring the bell. He was obviously tense from work and the family emergency, jittery, nervous, and in the mood to be very talkative. I let him ramble for a while before I firmly I told him that I was in control tonight and needed for him to follow my instructions. He immediately became very attentive and quiet and willing to listen. This was an action and an attribute that I came to appreciate fully later on: he loved to be told what to do.

He followed me into the family room where the drapes were closed, and the lights low, in a romantic mode. I poured him a stiff scotch (there was something even stiffer between my legs but he had not yet gotten to that). Each time he started to talk, I asked him to be quiet, and he did. After sipping some scotch in this quiet relaxed mode he seemed to be far less tense, and mellowing out a bit by smiling. “OK, what now?” he asked with both a bit of anticipation and excitement and maybe even an ounce of apprehension.

I had him stand up, and slowly started undressing him, starting with unbuttoning his shirt. He did the protesting that I was actually expecting, “What are you doing?’ but he knew full well what I was doing. “Are we safe here?” but he knew we were quite alone and safe. I had us both stripped in a sensual ritual. He leaned forward with both hands over my shoulder, and with a silly smile, said, “OK, so you are in control. What’s next?”

I took Chris’ hand and rubbed it across my nipples, and they hardened. I