Time to think

Before I could answer, Diego told me that he had to get back to work, but urged me to take some time and think about it. He stared into my eyes for a long time, than gave me a peck on the cheek and rushed off.

I got carefully to my feet and waded out into the ocean to wash my own filfth off me. The salt water stung a little against my stretched out asshole. I stood chest deep in the water with my eyes closed just thinking.

Never before in my life had such a decision ever been posed to me. I had never had to choose between two lovers before. In this particular case I was supposed to choose between my wife of many years and a resort bell boy I had just met yesterday? The question itself seemed absurd, yet here I was trying to think of how to answer.

Things were better with Susan than they had been in years, not to mention that she could literally be anybody. We could continue our marriage and have possibly the most exciting sex life of any married couple on the planet. She was kinky, rough and domineering, all the things I seemed to like most in a sexual partner.

Yet the gentle attentiveness of Diego was appealing. While Susan made me feel like a human sex toy, he made me feel like I mattered. He made me feel like he cared. After so many years on the receiving end of a femdom wife, that felt great.

Then, of course, there was the real world issues. If I stayed with Susan life outside the house would go on as it had before. If I stayed here with Diego everything would change. I would have to quit my job. Eventually everyone would find out that I had left my wife to shack up with a barely legal Latino boy at the beach. My parents and friends would all know that I was gay.

Did I care?