While The Wife's Away - And Other Stories

By Kris Andersson

This is an excellent collection of three short stories with gay themes from well-known erotic author Kris Andersson. The stories include: While the Wife's Away: When the boss suggests an evening meeting at his home and makes it quite clear that his wife is away for the night, you can guarantee that there will be more than statistics and spread sheets on the agenda - and by the end of the night a new sort of business partnership has been created... Masters and Servants: It's hard losing your job - and even harder looking for something new. But just how far will one man go to impress the boss? From steamy ecounters in the office to lust in the potting shed, this is one job search that proves especially stimlating!... The Sin of Father Anthony: When a new priest arrives in town, one lapsed Catholic decides it's time to start attending Mass again - but he has more than absolution on his mind as he uses his girlfriend to get closer to the true object of his desire...

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Feb 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781849895170

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While The Wife’s Away

AS I WALKED into the room he smiled, that smile I had seen the first time we met, the smile that had led me to his home tonight.

He was dressed as I had fantasised he would be – black suit, crisp white shirt, black tie, even the black patent shoes.

He held a glass of red wine in his hand but placed it on the coffee table as I approached.

No need to talk this time, no time for questions and answers. I simply moved towards him, placed my hands on his shoulders and then pulled him towards me, my hand moving up to feel his neck and the back of his head as we started to kiss and his arms encircled me.

I’D SOMEHOW known that it would come to this, even though we had only met 24 hours earlier in rather more formal surroundings.

He’d welcomed me into that panelled room, a sophisticated space for our first meeting, but the way he looked at me, just a flicker of recognition that promised far more than we were there for, suggested there was something not on the formal agenda that would have to be addressed pretty quickly and as we shook hands, the hold lingered for just a second longer than required, as though our fingers already wanted to be better acquainted.

He was considerably shorter than me but stockier too, the bulky frame of a man past his prime perhaps but that didn’t bother me because I’d always enjoyed sex with men who knew what they wanted from years of experience.

I knew from what I’d been told that he was 20 years older than me, the perfect age gap for somebody like me wanting to benefit from that greater wealth of knowledge.

And judging from that first eye contact, the glint of interest that went beyond the formality of the occasion, I didn’t think it would be that much of a problem getting him to share.

He was bald on top, with a closely cropped fringe of neat grey hair around the sides and a neatly trimmed goatee that provided an attractive frame to a smiling, sensual mouth.

He was dressed formally in a grey suit that hugged his frame and a shirt and tie that, I guessed, would cover a rugged hairy chest.

The conversation went as you might expect, an exchange of pleasantries, mutual questioning, nothing to make me think he was imagining sucking my cock.

But all the time he spoke I could see myself not too far in the future, bent over that large desk, my trousers and pants round my ankles while he stood behind me, spanking my eager arse.

Then he would drop his trousers pull his cock out of his skimpy, bulging briefs and thrust it straight in between my willing cheeks, ramming it home until I felt his white hot cum spurting up inside me and he slumped against my back, exhausted by the exertion.

But it wouldn’t stop there because then I would turn, force him to his knees and encourage him to suck my aching cock until I too could hold it no longer and, as I pulled away, spunk would shower that handsome face, dripping from the beard onto the white shirt.

With this energetic scenario through my imagination I didn’t feel I had contributed as much to proceedings as I could have done and suddenly the meeting was drawing to a close.

I stood up to leave and couldn’t help notice that his eyes strayed to the unavoidable bulge in my groin that a tight fitting black pinstripe was having trouble camouflaging.

He smiled as he took my hand once more and was saying a formal goodbye when he added, apparently as an afterthought: You know, there’s a lot more we need to discuss. Not here, though. I have a really busy schedule this week and can’t squeeze you in.

There was a brief pause as he appeared to consider his next move and then he said: Come round to my home tomorrow evening and we’ll take things further.

I don’t want to intrude, I tried to protest, not too convincingly. I’m sure your wife doesn’t like you bringing business home.

No need to worry about that, he replied. I’m home alone this week. I can do what I want.

Again, the hand lingered just a moment too long in mine as he gave me the address and I left, hoping and guessing what tomorrow evening would bring.

HE GROANED slightly as our tongues sought each other, his goatee just slightly and enticingly tickling me, making my lips tingle with anticipation.

Somehow we headed towards the sofa and fell back onto