How Do You Ever Explain That Night

I went to a wedding in Mexico for the daughter of a friend, marrying a Mexican national she met in college. My wife decided not to make the trip, so I traveled alone. The party was in a hotel ballroom, band, noise, hot. I stepped outside for some air. The uncle of the groom walked out to smoke. We agreed to get a drink at the bar.

This is where things got weird, I felt it, like a sixth sense that he wanted to kiss, that he was gay. The bar was pretty empty and we had moved to a table, where he made his move. In my fifty plus years this was a first, the kiss was strong, masculine, wet, and it caused me to kiss back. In short order we were in his room.

Far beyond kissing, we were sucking cock, undressed on the bed. One thing led to another and he pressed me into letting him fuck. Not one moment, not one regret. It was my one and only extramarital escape. All I can say is that if I had to cheat, this was the way.