Many times I have scored with members of the opposite sex, not bragging, just a fact. With the onset of the dangers of HIV and AIDS, my escapades hav... been drastically curtailed.However, of all of my romantic sexcapades, I cannot recall so vivid a memory as this reoccurring dream. Everything about it seems so graphic and real. This is why I have entered it into the "real"story category. After all the story itself is very real. The dream, however, is just very, very,puzzeling. Today, I. In fact, you are the nicest guy I've ever known."I just stood there and said nothing and Mad asked, "Why? Why do you say you are an asshole?"I was silent for a moment and then I said, "What else could you call a married man who lusted after a married woman not his wife?"Mad looked at me with surprise, "Who? You?"I nodded my head yes and Mad smiled at me and asked, "Just who is the lucky lady?"I just smiled back at her and walked away. I should have known that I wasn't going to get away with. “I don’t.”“I suspect you do.”We stood staring at each other for too long.“I think you want more.” he said. “I’m going to the bathroom for a moment. When I come back, if you are standing here like we are right now, I’ll just walk out the door and we can pretend we haven’t seen each other since high school.”“Or?” I asked.“Or, when I come out of the bathroom I find you with your palms down, bent over the dining room table, your skirt pulled up over your ass, and your panties around your, pick one,. I was letting my imagination run wild and starting to get an erection. I sat in one of the folding chairs in the laundry room and opened a book I had brought along to pass the time, but resmed stealing glimpses over at the girl seated on top of one the washing machines. I became bold enough to now steal quick admiring glances at his legs. The cut off jean shors offered me a stunning view. Her legs were long, smooth, and pale, opened just ever so slightly and I could just imagine the little pink.