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He was dressed in casual jeans and a polo shirt, and his muscled torso was obvious beneath his clothes. "John. It's a pleasure to meet you." He reached out with a large hand and gave me a firm handshake, which I reciprocated. "Same to you William. Welcome." I offered, smiling back at him. I stepped to the side as he entered our family room, and looked back at my wife. For a split second, her eyes darted wide, flustered, my own mind racing as I noticed that she was clearly impressed by what she saw. It caused my stomach to knot up, and a clamminess to make itself apparent on my skin. https://thegaywebcam.com I began to second guess the entire endeavor, wondering how on earth I could have invited this handsome, muscular stranger, to stay at the home that I shared with my wife? My heart started to race as a worry ran through my mind. William was much more attractive in person, with an air of confident and easy masculinity about him that I was immediately envious of. "You must be Samantha." He then smiled at her. "H-Hello." She offered, sweetly and shyly. The large man gently engulfed her hand with his own, my eyes not failing to notice the disparity in their sizes, despite my wife's curvaceous body. The strange knot in my stomach continued to tighten. "You're even prettier than your picture led on." He said, not inappropriately. It caused Sammie to blush, "Thank you. You're too kind." I helped William get situated, assisting with his luggage and giving him a tour of the house. He seemed appreciative, and despite the angst that I was now experiencing, I was relieved to see that his demeanor and vibe were in line with what I had hoped for. He seemed like a good guy. The three of us sat down for a steak dinner that Samantha had prepared for his arrival, wherein we talked about our lives, our hopes for a family, his sons, and our relative professions. We learned that he was rather well off, which was another source of envy for me. 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