Kevin wants more

After closing and locking the door, Kevin dropped his suitcase in the floor. Then I felt him step up behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection. He already had a rock hard cock, which was pressed against my ass. I felt his tongue on my neck.

"If we're gonna get in trouble for fucking, then we might as well make the best of it," he whispered in my ear. Then he attacked that spot on my neck.

As he kissed and rubbed on me, my mind was a million miles away. I did love my wife and didn't want a divorce. But our nonexistent sex life was always a simmer hot call in the back of my mind, ready to turn into anger.

On the other hand, in some way I also loved Kevin, and I wanted to make love to him. Not a quick booty call like in his kitchen, but actual love making, with kissing and rubbing and everything else. That was new. While i had wanted to get fucked for a long time, i had never felt the urge to kiss another man until that moment...

Kevin slid his hand down the front of my jeans and started to squeeze my hardening cock. I had to decide quick. Do i pull him into the bed or do i reject his advances?