This is a story from a few years ago back when I was still married to my ex wife and fairly new to non-monogamy. I hadn’t yet accepted that I was trans and in addition to my ex wife I had two partners, one of which was my ex boyfriend Eric.

This was, if memory serves, roughly the 4th time Eric and I had sex. Even back then I was mostly a bottom. I operated under the presumption that I only wanted to top when I was with a woman. (Turns out even doing that was more or less me vicariously living my true self through the woman I was with but that’s another topic.) At the time Eric was a heavy drinker. I didn’t mind that so much back then like I do now (it’s an outright deal-breaker now), especially with him, because he was never an angry or violent drunk. The alcoholism shot his sex drive through the roof compared to where it sits naturally so sex was, to an extent, a given when he was over. At the time I lived with my ex wife and her parents and Eric and I would use mine and my wife’s room for sex whenever we wanted it as long as she wasn’t in there sleeping. (Obviously.) On this day, he was over for the weekend and my ex wife had decided she wanted to make dinner. (A very rare occurrence.) Eric and I figured this would be an opportunity to have some fun while waiting for food because this particular dinner was expected to take a while to finish. I don’t recall exactly what was being made, but we had time.