(This story is of my own creating and all characters are 18+) Eric was a young, fashionable debonair in every right. Having been at the top of his game, Eric had graduated college with the highest honors. At the age of 22 Eric had successfully established his own business firm and was always one step ahead of his peers. Within a few months of graduating Eric had also settled down in an affluent part of town with his college sweetheart, Stacy. Everybody was rather impressed with Eric's gorgeous display of affection towards his wife when he pulled out a questionably expensive engagement ring. Simply put, Eric was man of the year. Him and Stacy lived a rather simple, domesticated life, with Eric going in the early morning hours to work and always arriving home by 5 or 6. Stacy enjoyed being a stay at home wife as she prepared all the meals and helped around the house. They were impeccably perfect together. One day, finding herself bored, Stacy decided to pull out her husband's laptop to use it. Stacy flipped open the screen before readying her fingertips to type on the keyboard. She manipulated the pointer over to the internet as she clicked on it. Apparently, Eric had forgotten to close out of a tab. Two men were shown standing naked facing each other, caressing different parts of each others bodies. They began kissing on each others mouths as their carressing turned into gripping. Stacy blushed and quickly shut down the laptop. It would not be long before Eric would arrive home, and she was in much need of finishing up dinner. ********** Eric delved his fork into the scrumptous, homemade meal created by Stacy as he flipped through a business magazine, steadying his fingers from time to time to focus on a page. "What were you up to today, honey?" Stacy stood still for a moment. "Not a lot. I had to use your laptop for a little bit. I hope you don't mind." Eric continued staying focused eating his meal and reading his business magazine as Stacy watched him with a steady gaze. "I'll be finishing up this list of things I have to-do around here if you need me any, just hollar." Stacy turned herself around and exited the premise of the dining room. Eric looked up from his meal as he watched his loving wife leave before looking back at his magazine, thoughts of the long day ahead beginning to form in his head. It was going to be a rather busy day tomorrow at the firm. ********** "Eric! Eric!! I have an important memo for you!!" Rachel had always been Eric's faithful and trusty steed at the firm, through thick and thin, or whether Eric and his wife were at odd ends, Rachel was always there. She managed to catch her breath as Rachel finally caught up with Eric. Eric looked at himself in a mirror hung on the wall adjacent from him as he used his hands to brush out his suit. He was looking fashionably handsome. "What's the news?" Eric asked directively, the words rolling off his tongue. "An old colleague claimed he was coming to see you. Says you and him were familiar classmates. Name's Fred?" Rachel said. Eric continued to turn himself from side to side as he was straightening out the folds in his suit. "Hm. Nobody I would recall knowing. Tell him he must have the wrong person." Eric turned his gaze away from the mirror turning his body as he began preparing to head out of the room. Rachel followed behind him as she shut the door behind them before they parted ways. Eric opened the door to his office as he switched on the light switch and sat a few belongings down before making his way to his desk. He looked around his room as he once more took in notice of his degree hanging on the wall, or the many photos of him he had taken of himself throughout college. This was always usually a part of his daily work routine and it made Eric feel rather proud he had made it so far. Eric casually strolled over to his desk before sitting down. He sat his suitcase down to his side as he brushed aside some papers before setting down his laptop and turning it on. He heard a rapping on the door. "Rachel?" Eric prompted. The rapping continued. Feeling a wince of frustration, Eric continued to ignore the rapping on the door before the door handle began turning. Eric looked up from his desk. A figure began emerging in the room before shutting the door behind itself. Eric's jaw dropped in bizzare astonishment as he continued looking onward towards the figure. ********** "Do..do I know you?" Eric prompted. The man in the room tilted his head to the side as he bit his lip nervously while smiling. He stepped forward a little as Eric continued looking at him. He made his way a little more before sitting down in front of Eric in the chair in front of his desk before prompting himself to speak. "You may not remember me, but I remember you. We were good classmates back in college for a short while. We kind of had this little bromance thing going for us. Bring back anything..?" Eric sat still for a moment as he began having a mental flashback of the man before him. He mumbled the man's words aloud to himself. "You may not remember me, but I remember you..." Eric continued to concentrate on his words. "Fred..?" Eric prompted. His face lit up with subdued astonishment. He brought his chair a little more forward as he carefully leaned over the desk, whispering. "You know I'm married, right? I got married to my college sweetheart. Stacy? You probably don't know her. You can't just come barging in here like this." He slid his hand forward across his desk a little to bring attention to his ring before pulling his hand back again. The man sitting in front of Eric looked at him as he spoke with some underlying sense of long lost passion as he sat quietly and patiently in front of Eric. He slowly pushed back his seat as he rose up, pushing the chair back in before slowly walking over to where Eric was sitting. He eventually made his way over, standing directly across from Eric as he placed a hand on the desk. He looked over at Eric's laptop screen as he took in notice of it before looking back at Eric as Eric looked at him. He leaned down slowly, placing a steady hand on the back of Eric's suit as he carefully leaned into his ear. "You may not remember the passion we shared. Or the way we'd felt for each other. But you will soon remember what is to come." The man's warm breath lingered on Eric's ear as he pulled himself upwards. He looked at Eric once more before steadying his pose, walking himself out of the room as he shut the door behind himself. ********** "Hello love," Stacy remarked as she saw Eric walk through the door. He sat his briefcase down and hung up his coat. Using both hands, he raised them upwards as he loosened his tie. "Looks like I'm going to be having company over tonight," spoke Eric. "Oh?" Stacy responded. "An old school colleague of mine got my number somehow. He must've gotten it from Rachel. But he texted me and says he wants to have dinner with us." Stacy bit her lip in curiosity as she looked over at Eric. "Well, that's a good thing. I'm sure with this dish I'm making we'll have plenty extras to go around." Stacy turned around as she made her way to the kitchen. Eric's phone buzzed, prompting him to pull it out of the pocket of his suite as he swiped to open his messages. "Be there in 30?" Eric hesitated a moment before responding. "Sure," he texted back. Just what was the intent or reason behind this Fred? Why now? Why here? Eric looked over at his wife in the kitchen as he continued resting on the couch. ********** *ding dong* The doorbell rung as Stacy made her way over to the door. She promptly open the door as the guest, Fred, slowly made his way inside before Stacy shut the door behind him. She offered to hang up his coat as he made small conversation with Stacy before making his entrance into the living room where Eric was sitting. He sat beside Eric, giving him a little bit of space as he looked around their estate. "Nice place you got here." Eric passively scoffed in response. "The best you can get." He looked over at his wife Stacy again before inching himself closer towards the man as he whispered. "So, remind me again what is was we did, or what caused you to come back, here?" The man opened his mouth to speak. "You had crushed on me so hard back in college. It was more of a joke to you at the time. But other times it was hard to tell exactly." The man looked over at Eric's wife in the kitchen as she continued going about her business before assessing his attention back to Eric. "There was a time we were both studying. I was sitting beside you in the library and we had bonded quite well over the course of that time. You were feeling comfortable enough you had rested your hand on my thigh while we were both studying. I don't think you really had taken notice of it. But you did do that. I think we started something that never had a chance to finish, and I am hoping we get that chance." Eric looked onward towards the man as he studied him in quiet perspective. "Gentlemen, dinner's ready," Stacy prompted. ********** "I must admit, that was quite delicious!" Fred said aloud as he used a napkin to dab the edges around his mouth. Stacy smiled delightfully at him. "Should we maybe all go into the living room together and talk some?" Stacy prompted. The two men agreed as everybody began rising from their seats before walking over to the living room. Eric closed himself in on his wife to give Stacy a kiss before turning down the hallway to his room to change. Fred and Stacy waited a few moments in silence in the living room before Eric made his way back out again, casually dressed in his men's nightgown. His outfit consisted of a long pair of cozy drawstring pants and a dark green fitted shirt that showed off his masculine form when he moved here and there. He walked over to the couch and sat by his wife, Stacy, as she turned over and looked at him. He leaned himself back on the couch some as he extended his arm around his wife. "So tell us a little bit about yourself, Fred," Stacy prompted. Fred gladly went into discussion as leaned himself forward on the guest seat, raising his hands about himself. "Me and Eric were buds for a short while back in college. We made good study buddies, and there was at least a time or two where we may of gotten onto for being a little too talkative in class. I must say, I'm impressed by how far you've made it, Eric." Eric reflected quietly for a moment before responding. He smiled to himself as he began playing a mental flashback in his head. "There was that time you tried tossing a paper airplane note over to my desk. The professor thought you were sending me a love note and exposed us to the rest of the class. I never did get a chance to read it though, whatever it was. That was too bad." The man contemplated Eric's words. He directed his gaze more towards the couch as he took in the sight of the man and his wife, the way Eric was holding Stacy and the way she leaned into him. "Stacy, have you ever considered your husband might take interest in men? Sexually? Romantically?" Stacy stayed quiet for a moment as she disbelievingly raised an eyebrow towards Fred, then her husband. "Certainly not, why?" she asked. "It's about time I spoke with you about it in front of him. Nothing bad, mind you. This is far from before Eric had ever proposed to you. I felt me and him shared a close connection throughout a brief period of our academia when our paths had crossed." Stacy reflected over Fred's words. "Could you give me some examples of what you felt made you feel that connection towards my husband?" "I can," said Fred. "There was a time we were both studying. He comfortably placed his hand on my leg. There was another time we had just gotten out of class and Eric had joked about how cold the weather was. We snuck ourselves in a small cove between two buildings outside in the university as he attempted to hold me to keep us warm while he laughed about it. No kissing ever happened or anything." Eric sat silently in the meanwhile as he watched his wife and Fred have this deep conversation. "Would the thought of say, directly watching your husband be intimate with another man turn you on?" Fred presumed to ask. Stacy looked over at Eric once more. "Forgive me, but isn't this a bit of an intrusion?" Stacy said. "It is only intrusive if you perceive it to be. I can leave discreetly if desired. But given the chance I would like to show your husband just what could've been," responded Fred. Stacy tilted her head to the side as she took turns eyeing the two men. "Okay. We'll see what you got," she said. "Ok, great. If it's ok would you mind taking my seat and I take yours?" Fred politely asked. Stacy turned to face Eric. "Do you consent to this?" He paused a moment before responding. "I do.." he responded. Stacy lifted herself from her seat as she switched places with Fred. "Before you two begin, is it ok if I light the fire? It is a little chilly in here." Eric nodded as his wife lifted herself from her seat again, lighting the fire before sitting down. By now things were quite comfortable with just the right undertone to make things get very warm and sensual. Stacy anxiously looked over at the two men as she rested her chin in the crook of her palm. Fred turned to face Eric on the couch as he sat beside him. "I must say, Eric, that shirt looks very befitting on you," Fred said. He took a spare hand and traced the contours of the shirt where it held against Eric the most. He traced his fingertips along Eric's shoulders and upper chest. "Can I hold your hand?" Fred asked. Eric hesitated a moment before stretching out his hand towards Fred's. Even as they held hands, he could feel Fred using his fingertips to trace every bit of his own fingers. Fred leaned closer into Eric before making his next move. He let go of Eric's hand, lifting his hand as he cupped it underneath Eric's chin before bringing him in for a kiss. With every kiss and touch of Fred's lips, Eric found himself slowly giving in astonishingly. He broke his lips away from Fred's as his body shook slightly. "Wow. I was not in for that," said Eric. "Would you mind taking your shirt off for me and Stacy to see?" asked Fred. Eric gingerly began peeling his shirt upwards as his taunt stomach and chest was exposed before fully removing his shirt and tossing it over the couch. "Sexy.." Fred remarked as he traced his fingertips along Eric's stomach. He pulled Eric in for another kiss as he loosely wrapped his other arm around Eric's side, this time bringing his mouth towards his neck. With seductive desire he lapped and kissed every exposed inch of Eric's neck. Eric grasped the side of the couch as he attempted to maintain himself. As Fred continued to kiss Eric's neck, he used a spare hand to trace down Eric's stomach, his fingertips teasing the underlying skin beneath Eric's drawstring. Fred broke his mouth away from Eric's neck as he looked down past towards where his hand was. "Oh my, what do we have there?" Fred asked within audible distance of Eric's ear. As Fred continued to look towards Eric's drawstring, he couldn't help but notice Eric's reaction below. "Mind if I...tease this?" Fred prompted. Eric nodded, giving permission as Fred smiled before returning his mouth to Eric's neck. "Stacy, you like what you see, don't you?" Fred mumbled between kisses. Fred slid his hand underneath Eric's drawstring as he finally placed his fingertips on Eric's cock, teasing the shaft. He removed his mouth once more from Eric, leaning himself forward on the couch as he slowly pulled down Eric's underwear and drawstring. "You're a lucky woman, Stacy," Fred remarked as he eyed Eric's exposed cock. He turned his head towards him. "What do you like the most from your wife?" At this point Eric felt completely exposed and vulnerable in an almost unusual, visceral sort of way. He continued laying back casually against the couch as he spoke. "I like when she strokes me with her breasts or bare hands." Fred spit on his spare hand before beginning to stroke Eric as he looked back at him. "Where there ever any times you stroked yourself thinking of me after we'd known each other?" "A time or two, I believe," Eric responded as Fred continued stroking him. Fred continued stroking Eric until he could feel himself shivering intensely. He felt his muscles tighten as he came all over Fred's hand. Fred finished the last of his stroking before asking Stacy if he could borrow a spare towel to pat dry Eric. Stacy rose from her seat before walking down another hallway towards the restroom. Fred looked over at Eric and his mostly exposed body. They sat in silence comfortably together. Stacy returned shortly afterwards with a spare towel as Fred thanked her before he began to pat dry Eric. "I'm gonna set up the bed for Eric and I, he's going to need to rest before work. I'll allow you gentlemen some privacy," spoke Stacy as she began to walk away again. As Eric put back on his shirt his wife had handed to him in addition to pulling up his underwear and drawstring, Fred leaned inward to whisper. "If there is ever a time you feel in need, feel free to contact me," he said. Fred looked over the couch to ensure their privacy before putting his head back down. With a swift, unexpected gesture he leaned his mouth towards Eric's as he gave him one last, sensual kiss. Fred backed his head away from Eric's, giving a small smile as he took ahold of his hand. He slipped Eric a folded piece of paper before standing up. "I'm going to make my way out now. It was truly a pleasure crossing paths with you again." Fred winked at Eric before walking over to the coat rack to put on his coat. "Goodbye, Eric. Hope to see you again." With quiet movements Fred opened the door before shutting it behind himself.