ALAN'S POV

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I thought about it as I look at my wedding ring.

Father just called asking when are we going to produce him a grandchild.

I thought of my wife.

He is a good man but something is just not there.

Dont get me wrong. I am not saying I dont love him, I do.

Sex was good but the excitement died after some time.

What kind of excitement am I talking about?

Well, honestly.. I am a normal man with strong dark desires.

I had just wish my wife can be like Kim.

Ok I am sorry, I dont have feeling for Kim but its just that I unknowingly thought about how well he was on the bed.

If I say out about my dark desire to Jeff, do you think he will run and think me as a pervert?

Jeff shows no initiative of doing bj and other stuffs.

Its been some time since we had sex.

Mainly is because I am afraid I will not have enough self control.

What if I forced him to do something against his will?

Will he leave me?

I might die if he do. I am in dilemma.

Our first anniversary is getting nearer.

I am sure he wants both of us to have sex on that night.

The thought is killing me.

On that day, I took him out for special dinner at a high class restaurant.

My wife, he looks absolutely stunning.

I...I cant keep off my desire of him.

Not that he was dressed in a provacative manner but in my eyes, he look like an angel even in a simple shirt and pants.

It makes me curious what that pants is hiding.

Is he wearing lacy undergarments?

What color would that be?

I love black or red regardless.

I felt like peeling the clothes off him one by one.

Dinner was over and we went straight back home.

I locked myself in the studies.

Oh geez, I kept thinking of sex.

I reached for my briefcase and took out some notes to read for my new project.

Work is the only thing that can keep my mind off from sex.

Engrossed, I didnt hear Jeff open the door.

I look up when the lights went dim.

And there he was standing at the door with a satin red shirt, revealing his shoulders and red high heels.

He was holding a glass with red wine I presume.

I was stunned that my jaws dropped.

He look exactly like how I had imagined him in one of my fantasy.

I quickly regain my composure when he winked at me playfully.

He came to me, the sound of his heels filling the room.

He had totally cast a spell on me.

I wanted to ask whats going on but he stopped me by placing a finger on my lips to shussh me.

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