Flashback: Cont'd - Guy in a bar

Although our threeway had been largely uneventful as far as threeways go, it unlocked a desire mike never really knew he'd had. He was suddenly interested in men. He wasn't attracted to men, exactly, it was purely a sexual thing.

About two weeks later he found himself drinking alone in a bar on a slow night. He was a little buzzed and about to leave when he noticed a middle aged guy also sitting alone. The second guy was drunk and looked as if he had been crying recently.

He walked towards the other guy, not sure of what he really intended.

As Mike approached the table, he noticed a wedding wring laying in front of the man next to his drink. He was staring at it. He didn't even seem to notice Mike's approach.

"You okay, buddy?" Mike asked.

The guy jumped in surprise, then glanced up at Mike with blood shot eyes.

"Not really," the guy said softly. He took a drink and kept staring at the ring. "I walked in on my wife, Carol, getting bareback in OUR bed by her yoga instructor. He fucking came in her pussy with me standing in the doorway."

"Thats some rough shit."

"Right?" the man said. "She says she doesn't want a divorce, she wants to work it out. She took the kids and went to he parents for the weeked. I love her, but...how can I ever trust her again?"

"Get even," Mike suggested. "You take someone else home and fuck them in your bed. Retake your bed, then retake your wife."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, a good looking guy like you?" Mike said.

He sat down across the table from the other man, who said his name was Erik, and saw a flash of relief in the man's eyes. He ordered another round of drinks and his new friend began telling him about walking in on his wife.

"She was on her hands and knees facing the door," Erik said. "Lance was behind her, giving it to her hard. She and I made eye contact right when he grabbed her by the hips and started cumming inside her. For just a second I saw shame and regret in her face, then she started to orgasm and her eyes rolled back in her head. When I glanced up, Lance was staring at me and smiling."

"Fuck," Mike said.

"When he finally pulled out, I was almost embarrassed," Erik said. "Mother fucker was huge. Like three times my size! He wiped the head of his cock on her ass and jumped out of bed like nothing had happened."

He went on to explain how the yoga instructor had slapped his wife on the ass before casually getting dressed. Lance smiled at Erik one last time before telling his wife he would see her in class the next day.

She had then began begging for forgiveness and promising nothing like this would evet happen again. Erik just stared at her, unable to talk. He noticed Lance's cum starting to run down her thighs just before she threw her arms around him, pleading for him to say something. He couldn't.

Eventually she had promised to do better. Promised they would work things out. Then she told him she was going to give him all weekend to think, and that she was going to pick the kids up at school and go to her parents.

She left and he came to the bar.

Befofe Mike knew it, the bar was closing and he volunteered to help the now falling down drunk Erik a ride get home in a cab. To his surprise, Erik agreed.

By the time they reached Erik's dark house, the drunken man was sobbing and speaking coherently. Mike paid the cab fair, and then carefully walked Erik to the door. The door was locked and his new friend made no move to help, so he shoved his hand into Erik's pants pocket to get his house keys.

He checked several keys before finally getting the door opened. Erik walked in, mumbling drunkenly and headed for the stairs. As he went, he was shedding clothes. By the time he got to the top, he was buck naked.

Mike considered leaving, but told himself he needed to make sure Erik got safely to bed. He climbed the stairs and found the master bedroom. His new friend was now laying on his back playing with his cock.

"Oh. Carol, I miss you," Erik mumbled. "You fucking cheating whore."

"You okay?" Mike asked.

"I forgot to bring a girl home to fuck!" Erik cried. "I was supposed to bring somebody home and I didn’t."

"You did bring somebody home," Mike said as he approached the bed.