The Adventures of Mike and Scott
This following is a fiction about a gay marriage filled with seductions and hot sex. If you are under the age of 18 or reading such material is illegal in your jurisdiction, please don't read it.
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Chapter 1
Scott----
After a long, exhausting, 12-hour shift, I finally reach the destination--our house. I park the car then walk to the mailbox. It's a humid morning of July. As I'm getting the stuff from the mailbox, Darla, a neighbor who lives right across from us approaches me.
"Hmmm...I'm not sure if I should say this but hmmm...yesterday I saw your husband with some guy horsing around. It was a brief encounter, but I think they were hugging or something."
Darla pauses while I'm just staring at her in disbelief.
"I should have just mind of my own business. Maybe that was nothing. Sorry," Darla, a gossip queen in the neighborhood, whispers in my ear.
"No. No. I appreciate it. But...what do you mean? What are you saying? What does he look like? I mean...did you hear them say anything?" I'm so angry, but I try to compose myself.
"Sorry sweetie...I didn't hear anything. He's just like you!!! Skinny and small. About 5'6". You should eat more! Any way...he's blond...quite attractive. Sorry. Maybe it was nothing."
We are just standing there in silence for about 10 seconds, but it seems like minutes.
"Well thank you Darla...Hmmm...Can you keep this between us until I find out what's going on, please? I'm sure it's nothing like you said."
Darla nods her head and slowly walks back to her house.
I'm so confused and angry, but I'm also experiencing this unexpected sexual adrenaline rush. What the hell is going on with my body? My husband might have been cheating on me, but my penis is slowly expanding wanting to escape from the confinement of my jeans.
Pacing back and forth in the living room, I'm trying to recollect my thoughts. We do know people and friends who are blond, but I doubt that they would fit in the category of what my husband would call "hot." I'm thinking to myself. Mike likes twinks, especially Asian--thin, smooth, and slightly feminine. That's why we are a perfect match--I suppose.
I continue pondering...could it be the guy at our party 3 weeks ago? It was Mike's 46th birthday party. Lance? That annoying blond who came to the party with one of Mike's nieces, Rose. I know he is a college student and very chatty. He's just a kid in his early 20's--too young! But he's a twink--a gorgeous one indeed. Then I snap back to reality--I'm only about 7 years older than him. Someone at the party said he has a boyfriend who is twice his age! Shit...is he like me, having the hots for daddy-type guys?? But like Mike, Lance is Caucasian, not Asian.
These involuntary, nonsensical thoughts are bombarding my already exhausted mind while my never-this-stiff-before penis doesn't want to soften. What to do? I ponder. Fuck let's just keep quiet and see what he has to say, or maybe I should just spy on them to see what the fuck is going on. Our sex is great, though. What the hell?
I wait until my 5 ½" dick has deflated enough then enter our bedroom. Mike is already in the bathroom cleaning. Normally I would just change my work clothes, kiss Mike, and hit the sack after a long 12-hour shift, but I can't. I'm restless and horny. Who could just sleep away after hearing this forbidden stuff about your spouse? The love of your life is reportedly sharing intimacy with someone else. I'm just lying in our bed numb-headed staring at the wall. Time seems to pass by ever so slowly.
Suddenly I hear a buzz from Mike's phone. It's an incoming text. After checking to make sure the bathroom's door is still closed, I attempt to access Mike's phone. I have no luck because the phone is password protected, but the text message is somehow shown after I press down on his phone.
"Hey...Thanks a lot for being my 5-minute HOT BOYFRIEND. I hope it's enuff to get rid of that asshole. A face with tongue emoji. Those lips look very convincing BTW. I mean clips lol."
WTF...oh! Maybe Mike was just helping a friend out like the text says--I analyze. Still, he should have discussed with me, but he didn't. We are honest with each other. And...what clips? Nude?
I don't recognize the phone number, so I jot it down quickly just for future references. What am I doing? This is so not me. I'm desirable, but why am I behaving like a reject?
"Hey, morning babe," my husband cheers as he exits the bathroom with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist revealing a mouth-watering outline of his thick cock. Mike gets closer to me trying to French kiss me. I jerk causing the kiss hitting my right cheek. I hope my rage and jealousy are not too obvious.
"Long day babe?" Mike asks.
"Yeah...kind of tired...just want to lie here." I really don't know what else to say. I'm waiting for Mike to fucking tell me about the incident. Nothing is said.
"Okay babe...I'll let you rest. I'll catch you later in the afternoon." That is all Mike has to say before dropping the bath towel to change.
I catch a glimpse of his naked body. What a man! John Hamm resemblance but with a little bit more muscle on the shoulder. Roaming over his body from the hairy chest to a nice thick treasure trail attached to those slightly 6-pac abs leading to a thick, unkempt bush of pubes lying on top of that 6-inch thick, flaccid cock that will expand to 8 inches when hard, I drool. For the first time ever, I am starting to worry about the possibility of losing him.
I'm restless because of this perverse turn-on caused by the purported infidelity. I desperately want to find out, but how am I going to do it? My brain gives up, so I doze off for a while.
Mike is working on some F&P project on his laptop when I enter his office to start my investigation after a short rest. Prior to his current consultant role, he was a partner at a financial firm, the place where we met. I was an intern there. He eventually sold his partnership to settle down with me. Although we are not rich, we own 2 houses with one being rented out. We are comfortable with spending here and there and eating out whenever we want. He works remotely on project basis. We have planned to adopt kids to create a happy family.
Mike----
Another text massage pops up on my phone. "Fuck! This kid can talk." I'm thinking as I reach for my phone.
I type my reply, "I don't think so."
I have never seen anyone who is as persistent as this guy. Such a flirter he is. I can't believe he just asked if I would dare to have sex in a library. LOL. I'm thinking to myself.
Putting my pen down, I recline in my office chair and further contemplate. He's cute. Damn, that fat butt on a skinny dude. No. I've got Scott, and I'm married. WTF. I wish Scott would flirt with me like that.
Scott----
"What are ya doing?" I greet Mike while he seems to preoccupy with some thoughts. Probably work, I think.
"Hey!" Mike answers but is interrupted by an incoming text. From where I stand, I can see that handsome grin of his as he reaches for the phone to send a reply.
"Sorry...how's my baby? You had a nice sleep?"
"Yeaaah..." I lie. "Who was that?"
"Oh, that was Lance. The guy who came to the party with Rose," Mike answers.
"You keep in touch with him? What does he want?" I inquire sarcastically.
Mike begins, "I don't. Well, long story short...Rose was asking if I could help Lance out to get rid of his ex. I just needed to pretend to be dating him. We took a few short clips to validate the point. He was just thanking me."
"What?! You guys were naked together or something?!" I'm blurting that out without thinking.
"Ha ha...No! My gosh...chill out...that is funny. What makes you think of that?" Mike pauses for a few seconds then continues, "We were in shorts, bare-chested. I pretended to embrace him nearby our pool. We pretended to kiss each other. That's it."
"Here...look," navigating through his phone, Mike shows one of the clips.
In the clip, Mike is standing in our kitchen cutting an apple while Lance is goofing around with his phone recording. He then asks Mike to smile for the camera. Then, unexpectedly while Mike is busy with the apple, Lance attempts to pull Mike's short down. Nothing is revealed except for a touch of his thick pubes. Mike then chases after Lance around the pool. In no time, Mike captures Lance in his arms embracing him with the camera aiming at their faces. I hear Mike say, "Come here...stop moving." Then their lips touch. It is not a French kiss for sure, but a kiss nevertheless for maybe 2 second! That is when the clip ends.
"Your lips touched his," I cast a doubt.
"How were we supposed to kiss if our lips didn't touch?" Mike is trying to justify his action.
I let it go, but Mike has a weird look at me. I just want to leave the room immediately, but that would make it too obvious. I'm relieved though as Mike has just told me about the incident as opposed to my finding out on my own.
I try to talk about my work. We then continue our mundane conversation for a bit in his office, but he is constantly interrupted by more incoming texts. Mike always gives me full attention when we are together. He seems to equally focus on both the texts and me this time. It bothers me somehow.
"He seems to have a lot to thank you, huh?" I say with disgust while keeping my straight face.
"Heh heh..." Mike chuckles. "Yeah."
"What did he say?" I'm curious and ask.
"Oh nothing. He's just a chatty queen." We both laugh.
"What's for lunch?" Mike asks.
"I'm thinking Olive Garden?" I reply.
I desperately want to read his text messages. I'm so sexually charged as evidenced by my little hard dick. That night we end up having a very steamy, satisfying sex.
Mike fucks me harder than usual. At one point he is pulling my hair while drilling me with his thick, 8-inch pole, doggy style. This is a first, but surprisingly I enjoy this kinky, dominant side of him. Maybe this is what we need to keep each other more desirable and the sex hot?
"You like my big dick in you, babe?" Mike says in a deep voice while gyrating his hard penis inside my anus. "Tell me how much you like it?"
"Oooooh...aww..." The moaning sound escapes my mouth. "Yes...Yes..."
"Baby, tell me how much you want my cock, or should I give it to someone else?" Mike teases and partially withdraws his cock except for the large mushroom cockhead, which is now the only thing that connects our bodies.
Mike is an outright teaser sometimes, but I don't remember him ever teasing me with "should I give it to someone else." Unable to analyze further due to his dick attack, I just comply, "Yes...daddy...I love your cock...fuck me...breed me...impregnate me with your potent cum."
After fucking me in various positions for probably an hour, longer than usual, he cums in my rectum. We fall asleep with him snugging behind me.
Mike---
Scott usually works 3 days a week, 12-hour night shift. We think it is better for us because we can have more daytime together. At night I'd sleep; he'd work. He loves long weekends too. We do things together most of the time. I love him, and I've been supporting him financially and morally with no complaints. Scott's dad passed away when he was about 7. Before our marriage, he lived with his mom. I have talked with him about having his mother live with us, but the lady has declined. We joke about her having the hots for one of her neighbors. We've been having sex more than usual--I'm not sure what happens, but I won't complain.
Something does feel kind of weird lately. Scott seems preoccupied with something. I've tried to engage him in conversations, but his focus seems to be elsewhere at times. As for me, I honestly feel younger and more relevant. I know it may be wrong, but it's refreshing to be complemented by someone else other than your spouse, especially when you are 46. I've been living with Scott for good number of years. I hope the novelty is not going to wear off--it's easier said than done though.
Lance and I have chatted more lately. He does most of the talking. He is a slut, and I've told him that. However, I'm not sure how much longer I can abstain before falling into his casual seduction. That said, Scott is the love of my life, and I intend to have a family with him.
I feel kind of awful sometimes when I see Scott's disapproving gesture as he witnesses my engagement in texting with Lance while Scott and I are together. In all fairness, Scott also texts his friends too--a lot.
Lance sends me a text inviting us to one of his school plays.
Lance: I'm in a play tomorrow at 4 PM at my school. Wanna come and watch?
Me: What? You!!? LOL
Lance: What do you mean? I'm a good actor. Winked.
Lance: Come on...it's gonna be fun...I'm so nervous.
Me: Alright...I'll ask Scott.
Lance: What? Oh ok. I was just thinking...
Me: Scott is cool. We all should hang out together more.
Lance: Yeah. Yeah. A wimp he is j/k
Me: Be nice...lol
"Babe, Lance has invited us to one of his plays tomorrow." I ask Scott, who is sitting in the loveseat adjacent to me playing with his own smart phone.
"I don't know. I'm meeting Jase and Linh tomorrow."
"You see them all the time! It's not like they're going anywhere. Come on it's just a play." I must have raised my voice a bit. I don't know why I did it, but I hope Scott doesn't take it the wrong way.
"What time? Alright...I'm not going to lie if it sucks," Scott reluctantly agrees.
"Baby, you need to have some fun. Where's the Scott I used to know." With that I jump on him, tickling him.
I continue, "Also, sometimes later, we need to do something with all he cheap wine your cousin gave us. How's he doing at that wine company?"
"I don't think he likes it there. He's just not a salesperson per se. I think he wants to venture into real estate or something," Scott speaks.
"That's selling too," I remind Scott.
"I know! I really don't know what he wants," Scott sighs.
"I mean we've given away the wine to friends already, right? Maybe just donate the rest?" Scott suggests.
"To whom? We still have like about 5 cases and a half," I laugh out loud.
"Or maybe we'll have a wine party? Eat, drink, games, movies, drink some more. Heh...heh...Just a few of our close friends though. I don't want to clean up the mess after the party. You know what I mean. And they can stay for the night since we all, I'm sure, will be drunk like shit," Scott suggests.
"Well...I'm ok, but you're not a drinker. You'll be turning into a wild Samantha after 3 glasses," I tease Scott.
"Well...if I pass out, then you're gonna keep them company. And...also, don't forget the clean-up," Scott is trying to pass that drudgery on to me.
With my right hand, I turn Scott's head around and gently kiss his forehead. Using both of my arms, I then lift him up carrying him to our bed.
I'm extra horny tonight because Scott hasn't attended to my sexual needs for 2 days due to his work schedule. To make it worse, Lance keeps sending naughty texts.
As I lay Scott down on our bed, I slowly remove his shirt and start licking his right nipple making it all wet and sensitive. Hovering over him, I use my left hand to raise his head for a French kiss. I claim his mouth momentarily while massaging his other nipple.
I need my big fat rod sucked so I break the kiss and take his hand guiding it to my crotch. Scott fondles my shaft with his hand until it gets rigid. Then...he starts licking the outline of my cock through my jeans.
"Take it out," I command.
Scott complies, and soon his mouth is all over my cock. He deepthroats me until he gags, drooling with saliva.
Once my fat dick is all hard and wet with a mix of my precum and his saliva, I turn Scott around and hit home. I fuck him hard and slow. With my right hand, I reach down to find his little cute hard cock and jerk it away.
I'm so horny; therefore, it doesn't take me long to flood his rectum with my man juice. Scott cums just right after being bred.
Scott---
"Morning baby," I say.
Mike makes a yawning sound and just lays there.
"Come on...get up, you, lazy head." I reach down and feel his crotch. This is one of the fastest ways to get his attention.
"Yeah, keep doing that." In no time the monster becomes so stiff that it sticks out on the left side of his boxers. I stop, get up, and say "I'll make you breakfast."
"No fun," Mike complains.
We walk for a few minutes to the auditorium after Mike parks his BMW. Lance spots us first. Fuck the guy literally runs to Mike and hugs him without regard to my presence. I can sense Mike feeling awkward, but he accepts it anyway. I'm just standing there like a stranger watching these love birds reunite for a few seconds. Then Lance raises his right palm up to say hi to me.
"I'm glad you two can make it. Come, follow me," Lance exhilarates. We all start walking to the auditorium with Lance leading the way. I casually peak at my husband as we walk and catch him occasionally staring at those bouncing butt cheeks of Lance; he was dressed in some tight beige-colored spandex play outfit.
Lance has long curly sandy blond hair that almost touches his shoulder coupled with those gorgeous ocean blue eyes. I'm envious of that fat ass. We are both same size, but how is that possible that his globes are so thick?
Lance is a good actor, very lively on stage and into his character. We are fortunate to be seated in the second row. You can actually see the details of the uniforms of the actors and hear the conversations clearly. The only drawback is that it's a little brighter than those rows behind due to the stage lighting.
After watching for 30 minutes, I need a little stretch, so I turn my head casually in my husband's direction with my face inadvertently facing his crotch. Right there I witness what looks like a healthy size bulge. I then peek at his face to find out that he is gazing in Lance's direction.
My heart is beating rapidly while my head is starting to tickle due to my witness of Mike's seeming arousal. I want to just tell my husband that we should just leave by making up some excuses. However, the pressure coming from my dick is just too stimulating. I need some fresh air, so I excuse myself to a nearby bathroom. I get in a bathroom stall, lock the door, pull down my pants, and jerk my cock rapidly. I don't want to cum though because I don't want the euphoria to end.
Pulling up my pants, I give my face a rinse then return to my seat. Mike sees me as I approach him. We glance at each other while he is inadvertently scratching his crotch with the right hand.
"You're okay baby?" He whispers.
"Yeah. Let's continue watching," I assure him.
The show was just okay, but the acting was great. We are now waiting outside the auditorium for Lance to come out to say goodbye.
"You guys want to join us for a play party," Lance asks.
I instinctively jump in and decline, "I think we'll pass this time, but great show."
Lance then looks at Mike, who then turns glancing at me. I can sense the disappointment on Mike's face as he announces, "Yeah, next time."
That night as we are settling in our bed, Mike asks, "Did you have fun? What do you think about the play?"
"Yeah...it was refreshing. I don't remember the last time we were at a play. I mean to be honest the play was just okay, but the actors were good. Lance was great though--so energetic and lively. He was very into his character. Maybe we should invite him over sometimes. You know you, me, him, Jase, Linh, and a few others...it'll be fun...And you don't have to worry about running out of things to say with Lance around." I laugh at the last sentence but also realize I have just accidentally expressed my welcoming Lance to our house!
"Great! I'll tell him that. Our place is big enough to throw some serious parties. And just for the record, I hated my seat--fucking dirty and sticky."
We both laugh at that. A flashback of Mike's crotch adjustment at the play hits me.
"Yeah. Let's invite him to our wine party!" I suggest. Currently, I have a mixed feeling toward Lance. I don't want him to socialize with my husband that much, but I want to test my husband's loyalty. Or maybe I'm acting in such a way because this secrecy is turning me on?
"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, baby. Don't you think he's too young for wine?" Mike is not sure.
"Well...If he can jack off, then he's ready for anything." We both laugh my statement.
"I think he's old enough. Besides, consider it a thank you for his play invitation." I finish my sentence.
"I don't know. I'll ask him. Who else is coming?" Mike asks.
"Well...Linh is not coming. Jase and Paul, yes. Paul can't stay over though," I reply to Mike.
"If we add Tom and his wife to the list, I think that's enough. After all you just want a small gathering," Mike responds.
While in bed that night, I'm beginning to probe Mike's feeling for Lance (not really sure why), "Hey babe, has Lance found a new boyfriend yet?"
"Na...I wish so he can stop pestering me." I suddenly feel elated hearing that from my devoted hubby.
"You mean all those text massages he has sent you?" I'm trying to keep the probing going. "What does he want anyway?"
"Oh...He is really picky. He wants a daddy to spoil him just like somebody I know." With that Mike looks at me, and I blush.
Mike continues and pretends to sound like Lance, "Do I look good in these? You should try to go beardless? Am I fat? What do you think about that? This? Blah...blah...blah..."
"Hah...hah..." I'm pretending to laugh with Mike at Lance. "Yeah...maybe he likes you...you know as a companion or?? Daddy-type eh." I'm teasing Mike while rubbing my hands on his slightly hairy abs.
Mike then faces me and teases back, "Why...are you jealous, baby? Yeah??" He suddenly grabs my dick with his right hand. "Something looks kind of firm down here. Or should I say the competition is turning you on?"
I turn red, but I won't give in. "Stop it. Can't we have a serious conversation for once?" I'm just trying to hide the obvious.
"Alright, I'll tell him to cut back, if that makes you happy."
"Well, don't do that on my account. I can't imagine having to go through a breakup, you know. You cannot really judge a book by its cover. You can be happy on the outside by miserable deep down. If it helps him, just go along. It's not like you two are fucking or something."
"What did you just say?" Mike laughs
Then I realize that I have just given Mike my permission to continue his chatting with Lance.
Dumbfounded and confused, Mike questions, "Mr. Philosopher, what are you really trying to say? That I should continue chatting with Lance? Even if he's..." Mike pauses trying to come up with appropriate words to say.
"Yes...even if he's flirting with you...What I'm trying to say is that it's just text." I finish the sentence for him.
Mike smirks and continues his tease, "Yes, sir!" Fondling my hard crotch, Mike goes further, "You like it if Lance calls your husband -- daddy?"
"Awwwww," I moan and blurt out on an impulse, "You like his ass?"
"I'm not telling you," Mike teases.
"Come on!" I beg.
"Well, you saw it yourself earlier," Mike says while gingerly kissing my left earlobe. "Those fat, plum butt cheeks. A fantasy of many men."
"Yours too?" I ask, but Mike keeps quiet.
Mike starts kissing gently my forehead then works toward my mouth. We then exchange a brief French kiss.
I release and ask, "Have you seen him naked?"
"Of course." Mike whispers in my left ear, pauses for a few seconds, then chuckles and continues, "No baby. I was just teasing you. Why don't you come here and sit on my boy? It needs your attention now more than ever."
With that I jump on top of Mike eagerly pressing my ass onto his thick hairy cock. I ride him for a while until he flips me over with my back resting on the headboard. While standing on the bed with his knees, Mike places his left hand behind my head to guide it toward his rod. I kiss the head of Mike's cock. The kiss is wet saturating with suppressed desire. Slowly my tongue begins working down in hot precise circles. Then I take my husband's entirely in my mouth, squeezing my lips around the root, sliding up and down. My anus clenches, yearning for attention. Shortly after that, Mike turns me around and slowly guides his schlong into my boy hole once again, fucking me doggy style.
"Yeah...fucking tight ass... take my fucking big dick, slut" the sweaty Mike controls me.
"Slut??" That's a first as I'm thinking.
"You like my fat dick splitting your tight little hole, boy? Tell daddy what you want!?" Mike keeps pumping hard and deep. His 8" canon is now fully deposited in the depth of my prostate as I feel his thick pubes scratching my buns.
"Yes!! Fuck me, daddy...I want...I want to..." I don't know exactly what I'm trying to convey to him. I just want him to keep pounding me while my little dick is dripping with precum.
"You want to what baby?? Tell me!!" Mike is very dominating now physically and verbally.
"I want to be owned by you! I want that cock all to myself!! Fuck me!" I'm confessing.
"Yeah??? I thought you were turned on by the thoughts of me and Lance, huh?? How about I give him a taste of my big fat a cock?? You like that?" Mike teases.
"No! No! No! Keep fucking me, daddy." I'm very incoherent at the moment.
With a few more hard pushes, Mike empties his thick nutritious juice in my bowel. I cum so hard without touching my own cock. He collapses on top of me then gently bites into my ears then whispers, "Don't worry baby, I'm only for you just like you are for me." With that Mike gets up and walks to the bathroom to clean himself. I'm just lying there in bed feeling satiated and loved.
Lance is starting to hang around with us more frequently at our place over the next 2 months. He is now part of our inner circle of friends. Jase and Linh seem to accept him as a friend as well. That said, Lance and I just don't have much to say except for my little dying garden that I have very much neglected. He initially volunteers to take care of the garden for me. I let him attend to my garden as a means of him paying us back for eating our food for free. Of course, I don't say that to Mike. Lance starts out with numerous brief visits to our house just to water and prune leaves. Sometimes it makes me wonder what else he is doing at our house while I'm at work. I haven't found anything unusual yet so I cannot incriminate him.
Slowly Lance is starting to exert control over my garden! I hate it, but since one of my tomato plants starts to bloom, I just let it go. He then starts referring to my garden as his! One afternoon Lance, Mike, Rose, and I are in the living room watching Family Feud, Lance abruptly announces, "You know what guys, I think I'm going to get rid of those zucchini plants and replace them with Spanish lavender."
Those are my plants even though they pose a lot of pest-related problems.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I hear the lavender requires daily watering and care," I want to claim back control of my garden.
"True, but I'm the one who takes care of it, and I'm not complaining. Besides, have you seen all the spider mites around the zucchini plants?" he challenges me.
He and I keep jabbing back and forth with words trying to outspeak the other. Anyone who is in the room can see that we are having a dialogue war.
"Scott, I think Lance has a good point. Maybe we should try his idea. I mean if the lavender will wart off other unwanted insects, that's a good thing, isn't it? What do you think uncle Mike?" Rose is trying to take part of this discussion.
Mike stays quiet.
"Okay, let's have a vote--raise your hand if you think my idea is better," Lance says.
Lance raises his hands. Then seconds later Rose raises hers. Now all eyes are on my husband Mike.
"Baby, you don't even care about the garden. Lance has been working hard to turn it around. Sorry but I'm going to go with Lance," Mike finally speaks as he raises his right hand.
"Lance, with possession comes the responsibilities...you are going to take care of your garden from now on."
Did I just hear my husband referring to my garden as Lance's garden? Not only is my loving husband siding with someone else over me, but he's also taking what is mine and giving it to someone else he has just met in my face!
"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you if it doesn't work out," I'm so embarrassed and jealous.
That night when Mike is trying to initiate sex. I reject him just to get back at him. I think he senses that.
"Okay. Good nite!" He causally kisses me on the forehead.
We haven't had sex for 5 days now even though we are acting like normal.