I am married now, 2 kids, live in the Midwest of the USA, am an executive in a stable company and headed for the board room in a few years. My wife is great, very attractive, hasn't put on a pound of fat with the kids and hasn't put in an inch in any part of her body. She always told me that she was the adventurous one and that I'd have to catch up to her when it comes to sex and her many variations. She was totally right and after 8 years together I am totally satisfied with our sex life.

What she and no one else knows is that when I was 21 and living in Europe, in a modern progressive, liberal country and city I spent those 2 and 1/2 years as a gay man. I did have sex with some of the hookers in the windows, even dated a few women from the office screwed 3 of them, but after about 3 months I met someone who changed me and my life. I had gay sex for the first time in my life then, and in my first gay experience, I got fucked. We kept meeting, kept having sex, him fucking me, my sucking him and he would suck me sometimes. Mainly I got off my using my hand as he fucked me. Then after a while it got so good that I was actually having dry orgasms without my hand, just getting fucked. This went on for over two years. I was totally loving being a bottom, receiving cock, and even had a few other men as occasional lovers during that time.

I came back and met one of the girls in the office that I fucked, sucked, got sucked, buttfucked, got pegged and everything else she wants. That is my wife, but not she, not my bother, not my parents, no one knows that I spent over 2 years having gay sex.