---

"Are you cruising one of that cabin attendant?" I asked.

"And if I was, just exactly what would you do about it?" he asked a little belligerently, looking embarrassed at getting caught cruising.

"Well..." I calmly said, "I'd talk to him and see if he was interested in a 3-way."

"You would WHAT!?" he exclaimed.

"You heard me."

"I think we'd better discuss this, but I don't think 36,000 feet in the air is exactly the right place to do that." he said.

"Why not? I don't see that there's much to discuss." I replied.

"You don't?" he asked.

"No, I don't. Look I love you. You should know that by now. And I know you love me. Nothing and nobody is going to change the way I feel about you. Can you say the same thing?"

"Of course I can! Nothing can change the fact that I love you!" he swore.

"So if that's true, then let's look at something else. We're both males, right?"

"Of course we are."

"And males tend to like sex - a lot! Right?"

"Well...yes..."

"And sex doesn't mean a thing to guys. We have it, shake hands and that's that."

"Well, not always. That's not the way we have sex." he replied.

"We don't have sex, babe. Since that first night, we've always made love. With the way we feel about each other, we can't just have sex with each other. And I hope we never can." I said, taking his hand in mine, I kissed it. He blushed at this romantic gesture.

Then he remembered what we were talking about. "But you're talking about us being unfaithful to each other!" he said.

"Am I? What makes you think that? Maybe that's the problem. What's your definition of being unfaithful?" I paused for a moment. "Before you answer, let me give you mine. To be unfaithful means that I would stop loving you, stop caring about you, stop putting your welfare and feelings first. But what does that have to do with having sex! We're guys. You aren't going out and come home pregnant with another guy's baby for me to raise. At least I hope you aren't!" I said, joking.

"No, nothing like that is going to happen," he laughed.

"But more importantly, I don't think you're going to go out and look for someone else to love - another lover." I said quietly. "And you've got to know that I wouldn't either."

"Yes, I know that," he said, smiling.

"So why do we have to play by the rules that straight society makes for themselves? You may not have thought I heard what you said the other night, but I did. And I've thought about it. We aren't 'married', and maybe we don't want to be. Oh, I'm not talking about the legal rights that we're being denied. I'm talking about not basing our relationship on their rules. If we want to have sex with a hot guy, why not? If we want to do that together, why not? I'm sure it would be really hot to get to watch you getting off with another hot guy."

"In principal, I agree with you," he said. "But I don't know how I feel about it. I agree that it would be hot, and it would be a real trip to have sex with you there as well. But now I have to admit, deep down inside of me is this fear that the reason you've brought this all up is that I don't satisfy you." I started to protest. He held up his hand to stop me."No, I know that's not true. I know that it's just my own self-doubt that's coming up. I guess I'm willing to try this if you want to."

"No," I said, "it has to be both of us wanting to, and until it is, it won't work. I don't want you to do it for me! I want you to do it because YOU want to do it."

"Ok. That's real. I agree...but I have one question. Is there some reason you've brought this up?"

"Are you attracted to one of the flight attendants?" I asked.

He didn't answer. I watched him while he stared at the back of the seat in front of him. About the time that I thought he had forgotten the question, he turned to me and said, "You know, that's all so much bullshit. Sex is like a very strong drug. It's addictive. I love being addicted to having sex with you and you with me. I abhor the thought of either of us getting addicted to needing sex with other guys. Sex is also very seductive.

"What's to say that we have sex with another guy and one of us find that he has other qualities that we find attractive. Attractive to the point of wanting to be with him more than the one time. I don't want to tempt fate. I want only you. I don't need or desire sex with another guy. And although it might be hot watching another man sticking his cock up your ass, I think I'd beat the crap out of him if he tried. Your ass is mine. And I really hope that's the way you feel about me."

He didn't look at me. I could tell he was waiting for an answer. I felt ashamed for playing the devils advocate. I knew that I would feel horrible if he really wanted to have sex with someone other than me. Still...I would do it, if that's what he wanted. Deep down I felt that it would probably end up killing our love for each other. I glanced at him and noticed that tears were flooding his eyes and knew I had to tell him how I really felt about sex and love.

As I explained what I'd just done and how I really felt I could see that it made him happy. I could see the love and joy in his eyes. I ended by saying, "So....to answer your question honestly. Yeah, I find that flight attendant attractive, too, but I would never act on that attraction, because you, Babe, are all that I want or need. You're the one I love."