So I'm sat at my desk at work yesterday and in a dull moment, I decide to log on to a chat site that I visit from time to time.
Now, one of the guys I chat with is from Toronto and (promise) I was initially attracted to the photo's he'd posted of his art. The fact that he's as handsome as a handsome thing didn't hurt either. Anyway, we're both happily married men and so we chat about fairly mundane things but enjoy each other's virtual company.
So yesterday when logging on I get a message from him:
"Husband is in Paris with work and is bored to bits. Can you call him and take him to a bar or two please? Here's his number....."
And, being a good virtual friend, that's exactly what I did.
That's how, at ten pm I found myself at the entrance to the BHV greeting a very handsome Canadian guy. Now we're talking handsome here. Really handsome. Kind of 'be still my beating heart' handsome.
He was blond, stocky, big arms and shoulders, and a hairy chest showing at the top of his t-shirt.
Knowing how in love this couple is, I didn't dare get too excited. But excited I was.
So anyway, we meet up with a couple of my friends - the fiercies - and we get some drinks inside us. We start with chatting at the Freedj - my bar du choix. We then head on over to the Raidd bar to watch the boys dancing naked in the showers. Classy, right?
Anyway, it's whilst at the Raidd bar that Canadian Boy receives an SMS, looks at it, giggles and then turns to me and says "do you and FP have an open relationship?"
I splutter my beer over him, recover and try to be cool when I tell him that we do - but that we have no secrets. If we sleep with someone else it's allowed as long as the other one gets told about it.
"Yeah, me and hubby have the same deal" he said. And he showed me the text message that he'd just received from his husband.
It read "If he's that hot then you should absolutely go for it. And send me the photo's"
Now, beyond that what can I tell you? You know where this is going, right?
I mean, I could tell you about how we ended up in a sexclub. How we grabbed ourselves a cubicle. How it was the most amazing, passionate, dirty, refreshing sex I've had in a long time.
I could go on at length about his arms, his chest, his ass.
I could turn the whole encounter into a work of literature of epic proportions.
I could do all this, but I won't. I'll spare all of our blushes.
I'll just say 'hot damn' and 'God bless Canada' and 'oh my oh my oh my' and leave the rest to your imaginations.
But as a word of warning - be careful who you ask to look after your husband when he's away from home. You never know where it could all end up....