Twelve months ago I moved up to Queensland and while we couldn't meet up for sex like we used to, we kept in touch and he follows my sexual exploits. This is how I described the Married Guy two years ago: 'He is probably mid forties, just a touch of grey around his close cut hair, masculine for sure, hairy chest but not a carpet, speedo tan from him swimming, my height but a little thicker and pretty fit.' He actually turned fifty in January this year and is still swimming and in great shape. We couldn't go back to the Married Guy's place because, it wasn't something he shared with his wife, or family.
One thing lead to another and for twelve months we fucked regularly, usually after our swim in the change rooms or back at my place. For those who haven't read about our previous shenanigans, nearly two years ago, the Married Guy hit on me at the pool.
The Married Guy is an old fuck buddy of mine.
