As we walked in and glanced round we noticed two guys standing in a quiet corner at the end of the bar it was Alex and Steven they had both arrived t...en minutes early and started chatting and so soon realised that they were in the right place. I was almost shaking with nerves and made my way over to a vacant table as Steven went to introduce himself and ask them both to join us. The usual pleasantries were exchanged as if we were meeting for a business lunch and this helped me relax as we all. I wasn’t looking for married men. Against my ethics. Never say never, as I have now learned. A week or two after that first, brief contact, I found his name, floating in my buddy list, but I couldn’t remember who he was. Side effect of the lifestyle, I suppose. Just to clear things up, I contacted him, to see what was the what. He automatically replied with ‘you are the one who didn’t want married guys’. Oh yeah. I was bored, so I still kept talking to him. As the hours, and then days went by,. Bill and I were out and about in a college town, ordering finger foods and drinks celebrating the single life. But we have fucked before and we both wanted some that night, the question was where? We hardly plan anything at all, we are very fearless and spontaneous. After enough drinks to keep us warm we were walking back to his car getting touchy feely with each other. Kissing lead to groping, which lead to me being pushed up against his car, my exposed ass against the windows, his tongue. He didn’t know what to make of that result. The chat window had appeared all by itself. He’d never seen it before. Something was wrong. He plugged in the Ethernet cable. The chat window popped up. He swore.AngryMan: Hello Ansel.Ansel stared at the text. Whoever was doing this knew his name. That made him a little nervous.Ansel: Who are you?AngryMan: I’m AngryMan.Ansel: What are you doing on my machine?AngryMan: I’m using a feature provided by the operating system company that allows them to.