I met him in Greenwich Village. It was four years ago. At the time, I was in my mid-twenties and trying hard to be a “straight” male. I was married and had never had sex with another man, but I was long a secret reader of gay porno and skin magazines. From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew I wanted him to be the one.

Our first contact seemed innocent enough. My wife, her closest girlfriend, and I were shopping in a unisex clothes shop. Gradually, I became aware that someone was staring at me. I turned, and my gaze met his -- a man about thirty, my height (5’9”) but much more muscular, dressed in a tight T-shirt that showed off his well-developed physique. He was very handsome, with clean-shaven Mediterranean features, his eyes dark and penetrating, hair close-cropped and receding a bit at the temples.

The name tag he wore indicated that he worked in the shop. My wife noticed that this guy was checking me out and, knowing the reputation of the Village, slipped her arm inside mine to signal that I was taken. “Good thing we’re here to protect you, darling,” she whispered to her friend and me. “You seem to be very popular.”

Even with her gesture, however, his eyes followed me around the store for the remaining few minutes that we browsed. I tried hard not to think about it, but I could feel my face flush and my cock slowly harden.

Just before leaving, an impulse seized me, and I left my own jacket on one of the racks. So when we left the store and headed into a woman’s boutique a few doors down, I had an excuse to return while my wife and her friend continued their excursion. I hurried back to the first store and, though I had no idea what to do or say, went directly to a quiet corner of the store where I spotted the man who had been staring at me. He smiled.

“Hi,” I said, feeling rather stupid, my cheeks flushing once again.

“Ah, alone this time, I see,” he replied and smiled even more knowingly.

It was clear that he had sized things up and would make the next move. He looked me over from head to toe, pausing at my crotch, where my cock stiffened as though he had willed it. Then he extended his hand and introduced himself as Tony. I responded to his handshake, and he held mine for a long minute as our eyes locked. I felt my throat go dry.

He spoke next. “You must be new at this. Here’s my phone number. I’m off tomorrow.” And with that, he turned away to help another customer. I was so flustered I nearly walked out without my jacket. It was a good thing my wife and her friend were busy chattering for the rest of the day and on through dinner because I could scarcely focus on anything but what had happened in the store and what might follow the next day.

As luck would have it, my wife flew off early the next morning on a business trip. I’ve waited too long for this, I thought, to pass up the chance. Two hours later, I dug out Tony’s phone number and dialed with trembling fingers. “Hello,” I said, “We met yesterday in the store. You gave me your number and told me you were free today.”

Tony instantly put me at ease. “I was hoping you’d call, but I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe you’d suddenly feel too married. That would’ve been a shame because you made me very hot.” He told me he liked to do anything in bed with a guy and asked me if I had a special fantasy I wanted to play out.

My pulse quickened. I answered eagerly, “I’ve never shared this with anyone before. I have a very feminine side. I’ve always wanted to have sex with a man while wearing some women’s jewelry.” Tony told me that was fine because he liked to take the lead in bed. We agreed that he’d be at my Upper West Side apartment early in the afternoon.

I busied myself getting ready for my first gay date. After showering (during which I carefully scrubbed my virgin ass and gently fingered my tight butt-hole), I put on a pair of my wife’s black panties, one of her clingy t-shirts, and a pair of her denim short-shorts. The shorts were extra tight and showed my firm buns to good advantage. Then I selected a delicate silver and gold wristwatch that I had given her as a gift, trembling as I fastened the clasp on the slim band. A silver choker necklace and two of her rings finished the look. I stared at myself in the full-length bedroom mirror and marveled at how great I felt. By this point, I could scarcely contain my passion as my cock strained against my shorts.