I think I made a mistake this past weekend. I mean, I’m not quite sure. I better explain.

A couple of weeks ago, I started e-mailing this guy. We connected through some online postings for casual sex. See, I’m married, but I’ve had some good times with men in the past and I like to get a little man-to-man action when the wife is away. So, I went cruising some classifieds and made a posting of my own inviting people to my place for the weekend. I got a few responses, but the most interested was from this guy named Alex.

Alex was 46, single, and into anything he said. I liked the sound of that. I didn’t mind that he was 20 years older than me, so long as he had the hardware and interest to come play together. So, after a few more e-mails back and forth, I gave him my address and invited him over on Saturday morning.

I had shaved and showered, and cleaned up the place before he came. As I heard the knock on the door, I was in the middle of spreading out a selection of sex toys that I keep stashed at my office, as well as some porn magazines and DVDs. I also had a huge bottle of lube handy, just in case. I went to the door and opened it to find Alex standing there. He was tall, probably about 5’10”, with short cut blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was fairly skinny, and you could see the age in the wrinkles in his face. He was dressed casually, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and he stepped into my apartment and shut the door before speaking.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied.

“So, you ready to get going?”

I could already hear his breathing, heavy through his nose. “Sure. I’ve got some stuff in the bedroom.”

“Cool.”

We walked back to the master bedroom in our apartment. Nothing super special, but a nice, queen-sized bed with enough room for some good sex play. Just as I was walking in to show Alex all the stuff I had set out, I felt a hard shove on my back, sending me stumbling towards the bed. Before I had a chance to really recover, Alex had grabbed my hair and was forcing my head to the bed.

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, you little shit.”

“What the hell are you doing?” I struggled to ask.

“Shut up,” Alex replied gruffly. I could hear him undoing the belt on his jeans, and could hear the zip of his zipper as he continued to hold my head into the bed. I looked back just enough to see his pants and boxers slide down. Then he pulled my hair hard to get me to stand up so he could undo my pants as well. In no time, he had my shorts and boxers down on the floor, and had me step out of them before leaning me over again.