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By *rgeo OP Man
4 weeks ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
Although we met regularly at the sauna, once or twice a month, I had never been back to his cafe for a drink or for a meal, either with my wife or on my own. Over the years I had always kept my public and my private lives very separate. No-one knew about my trips to the sauna or about my random visits to one or two local cruising spots. Only once had the two worlds coincided. We were shopping in a town about ten miles from home when I spotted a man I knew as Bill walking towards us. He was a gay man, had been in a gay marriage for years; his partner joined him frequently at the sauna. We were often in a cubicle together as he had the most wonderful way of relaxing me before a fuck by giving me a whole body massage. He would end up massaging around the tops of my legs and deep into my hole with his fingers. A short, muscular guy, a former PE teacher. He smiled as he approached and said hello to me.
“How’s things?” he asked. I gave a brief, polite reply and said that I hoped to see him again soon. Strangely, though, my wife didn’t ask me any questions about him as we walked off. Nor did I feel the need to explain who he was in my life. I didn’t want to invent a stupid excuse that would get me into trouble later. That was the only time my private world appeared in public.
But then my wife arranged a surprise for my birthday. It wasn’t until we were parked up and walking over the road that I realised where we were heading. Our friends had driven separately and were waiting outside the cafe. Foolishly, I had assumed we would be going to one of the other restaurants nearby, the Chinese or the Indian. We had talked only the other evening about going back to the Chinese place, which cooked the most amazing lemon chicken.
Dan was on duty. I could see him behind the counter talking to one of the owners. The place was packed out and our table was laid ready for us, towards the back of the room. A cafe in the daytime, La Cucina became a proper Italian ristorante on the weekend evenings. Usually, it closes at six. On these nights it stayed open until eleven. We made our way through to our table and ordered drinks. Dan had not seen us. He was working behind the counter where he could mix drinks and make coffee. I sat with my back to him, not knowing how long I could remain invisible.
It was not until we had finished our desserts that he noticed me. He had gone to the back store room for some supplies and on his return he glanced over at our table. Our eyes met and he did a double-take. He smiled widely, delighted to see me, and came straight over.
“George!” he said. “What are you doing here? I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on!”
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