Mechanical Sex

A friend of mine was telling me the other night about an 'arrangement' he has with a Phillapino guy he met over the Internet.

'I haven't even got his number. He calls me on a withheld number, we arrange to meet and we fuck for a few hours before I come home' he explained.

'Lovely' I said.

'And he's married. And he's got a child', as you can imagine, the conversation got all the more interesting.

'So where do you hide the wife while you fuck?' I asked.

'oh she's a nurse, work's nights' he replied.

'Well, what about his child'.

'Whenever we meet, the child is asleep in the room next door'.

'Splendid'.

'And is he hot'?

'Not overly. I think it's just the convenience of it all. I like his voice and he likes my body. It works well for us.'

'And you don't feel guilty? I asked'

'Nope, not at all. The blame shifts to him, I'm doing nothing wrong'.

And at the end of this conversation I felt like I'd just been told the details of an arrangement which to my mind, was perfect. Enough lust, enough danger, enough attraction (although this could be better).

'Onwards and upwards old boy', I told him. Although, there was a part of me wondering whether the man's wife ever suspected anything? Or whether, like Katerina, Arthur and myself, he was a perfect liar.

Either way, this is something I want. I've decided.