I first met your husband at a Starbucks close to our offices. As luck would have it, we seemed to keep bumping into each other and things just went from there. We both made it part of our routine to go to work first and then back out for coffee once the crowds had died down. After time it became a ritual to take 10 minutes and just chat outside while sipping our drinks. Occasionally he'd light up a cigarette to go with his coffee, a habit you nagged him on forever. I guess he just felt more like himself around me. I didn't smoke, but it gave us a chance to break away from the other Starbuck addicts and talk about anything and everything.

We soon found ourselves meeting for lunch just to break up the boredom of the day. Both of our offices were too quiet and anti-social for our tastes so we found a chance to socialize with each other. From the first lunch we knew we had chemistry but the entire situation was awkward and we just let time take its course. Actually it was your selfishness and low sex drive that drove us together.

The first time your husband and I fooled around was during the first nice day of spring. We grabbed lunch and drove to a near by park to enjoy the sun. Your husband is an attractive and sexy older man with needs whom I was only too happy to satisfy. Being nearly 30 years his junior and willing to do anything you wouldn't, which was just about everything, was a temptation he couldn't resist. The first time I gave him a quick blowjob in his car but he was too nervous to enjoy it but letting him cum in my mouth was what hooked him. Unlike you, I not only gave him a warm loving blowjob but I let him finish inside me, something you haven't done in years.

Did you notice a change in your husband of the past few weeks? A spring in his step? A smile on his face, no matter how bitchy you were. Did you wonder what was causing that? At least once a week I would give your husband a toe curling blowjob and swallow everything he had to give me.

Thing is I knew I was gay and I always had a crush on older men. Your husband was my perfect fantasy, but he never wanted to take it past oral. I think he struggled with me being another guy. I begged him to fuck me but he declined. In the end, I think it was the fact that I actually paid attention to him and asked about his day that pushed him over the edge.

You went on another trip with your girlfriends but right before you did, you started a fight over something stupid. That was all the chance I needed. He brought it up first, asking me back to your house after work. I stopped for his favorite bottle of wine, at least the one I could afford. I bet you didn't even know he liked wine let alone had a favorite bottle. We slowly drank the wine on your porch watching the sun go down. I slid next to him on the picnic table bench and put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. I knew this would be the night I would have