Divorced Male Bi Sex
Posted March 20, 2007 
Comments(0) John and Becky knew that I wasn’t feeling too well after the divorce with Shannon. Even though I repeatedly said things were fine, it had been months since they had seen me out and I never made an effort to call to see how things were.
On a random Saturday afternoon, John called and asked if I had plans that night. In an instant, I had tried to think of just about anything to get out of doing “something,” but I couldn’t think of anything so I said “No.” They were inviting me to dinner at a new sushi bar. Eating fresh tuna was the last thing I need to get me over Shannon, but I reluctantly accepted their gracious invitation.
A few Sake’s into our dinner and we were having the time of our lives. I forgot all about Shannon and it was like the three of us were back to normal, minus Shannon. As Becky was telling John and I about her new job, I couldn’t help myself catching quick glimpses of Becky’s chest. She was showing so much cleavage and her black tight sweater outlined her voluptous double d’s. I pictured myself holding them up, but remembered she was my friend’s wife. I shouldn’t be thinking these things I thought to myself. But nevertheless, I still would look at them, whenever she was looking at me.
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