The Adventures of Mike and Scott
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Chapter 3
Scott----
"Pound me harder!" I scream encouraging my husband, Mike, whose body is now glistened with perspiration, to impale my anal chute harder, doggy style.
"Awwww."
With a deep pump, Mike is flying me to the moon, stretching me so wide. He keeps pounding and gyrating his cock against my asshole until my little penis is about to burst.
Mike then flips me over. The copulation continues.
Suddenly, I see his sad and distressed stare. "Baby...I'm sorry...Lance..." Mike slows down. Then, he pauses.
"Huh? Just fuck me," I'm pleading.
Mike is struggling with his words, "We kind of..." A pause. "Jerked off together." Another pause but longer. "At the wine party while you were out."
My face suddenly turns red. Nonetheless, it's a relief as I assumed that they were fucking because that SOB was scratching his ass the other morning. I'm very undecided whether I should just end the fucking and start arguing with him that might end up with something worse or just have him continue pounding me.
"Why are you telling me this now? In the middle of this? Just keep pounding me!"
"We were drunk, and I didn't know why..." Mike ceases the fucking abruptly and continues talking, "It was just, you know, two guys jerking."
"You didn't know!? Of course, you did! You just couldn't control your damn dick! Why?" I'm weeping and yelling.
"I'm so sorry baby! I couldn't control it. I didn't know. He seduced me!" Mike pleas.
"So What! But you let him!"
"What are you doing? Don't withdraw! Dammit!" Mike is pulling his cock out of my bunghole.
"Fuck! Just fuck me already!" I'm crying.
"I couldn't control the situation...just like...you...couldn't control your hard-on...even when you're upset...about what Lance and I did."
Touché! I'm unable to counter that reasoning. He shuts me up.
For a moment, we are staring at each other in silence. Mike then averts his eyes toward my leaking cock, then he switches his focus back to my teary eyes. Back and forth.
"Ouuuch!" I'm caught off-guard by Mike's sudden deep jab.
I feel so full. Is this his plan seducing me into forgiving him for his indecent behavior? As furious as I'm now, I cannot allow the fucking to end.
"I'm so sorry...baby," Mike stoops down toward my face while still gingerly poking me.
"That...that would have been me sucking you...had I not been so passed out," I mumble.
"He didn't suck you, did he?" I'm more curious now.
Mike is silent.
"Of course, he did!" I raise my voice again.
Mike remains quiet but strengthens his pounding.
"Awwww...Awwww..." I pant.
"Did you fuck him?! Tell me the truth!" The weeping resumes.
"No! He was trying to sit on my lap, but I burst my nuts just right when my cockhead penetrated his hole."
Oh my god! I cum instantly hearing that. Mike hasn't. So, he keeps pounding me. In a matter of time, my cock is erect again!
"Awwww," we both moan.
"You...tell...that...bitch...that...he...can...flirt...but...you're...mine!" I'm practically screaming my lungs out as I emphasize those words while being impaled mercilessly.
Feeling somewhat relieved, Mike gives me this cute, dumbstruck face.
"What!?" I get embarrassed.
"You're feisty, eh," Mike giggles.
As manly as he is externally, Mike's demeanor is just darn cute sometimes, and it kills me. I join his giggle.
"Just don't...Awww!" My dialogue is suddenly curtailed by Mike's final push, flooding my bowel with his vital jizz. I cum right then, again.
"I can stop talking to him...if that's what you want?" Mike asks genuinely While playing with my hair as we recover.
Unable to answer unequivocally, I switch the focus and ask, "Do you love me?"
"Of course!"
"Do you have feelings for him?"
Mike gives me a weak silent, "No."
"Will you stop talking to him if I say so?"
Mike nods his head.
"I don't know...this is just too much."
As dumb as it may sound, I let Mike off the hook so easily. The truth is that I can't control myself sexually every time I hear about their latent affair. I would be lying if I didn't get any enjoyment out of their little discreet fun. But, the possibility of losing Mike is just unbearable. I finally tell my husband to break off their friendship.
We continue lying in bed naked for about 5 minutes until Mike breaks the silence. "About the Cancun trip...Did you ask your mom if she wants to go?"
"She said she's too old for that," I answer Mike.
"So, what now? Just us?" Mike asks.
"I don't know. I'm sure Jase would love to go. I thought you already invited that bitch!?" I'm being sarcastic.
"Can we drop the name calling! It was an accident! Let's not forget, you suggested the invitation." Mike continues, "It doesn't matter. I will take back the invitation and be an ass if that's what you want."
Mike looks pissed. We remain silent for a while.
Then, I feel some a string of cool air blown in my ears. That fucking husband of mine. I start pulling his chest hair playfully.
"So...you are not so upset now?" Mike tickles my rib.
"Stop it! Hah!" I cannot contain my laughter.
"Alright! Need to clean this mess. I'm gonna take a soak babe," Mike indicates.
"Ok," I reply while heading to the fridge for some energy rejuvenating juice.
"Can you get me some lavender bath soap, please," Mike yells.
Luck must be on my side as I spot his phone in the living room while gulping down the liquid.
"Here you go. 2 scoops. Take a long one...you look tired," I say as I hand Mike the supply.
As soon as the bathroom door is closed, the inspection begins.
But then, Mike has agreed to cease the friendship. I shouldn't intrude into his privacy. Just move on. But. Fuck! I want to read the texting on the night I was on the phone with Jase.
Scrolling...
Messages on 8/28 (flash back before the jerk off scene at the wine party)
Lance: Hey baby!
Mike: Hey there
Lance: I'm hungry. A drooling face.
Fucking bitch...so annoying--I'm thinking.
5 minutes later...
Mike: hah hah...go find something to eat lol
Lance: You must be busy jerking off; took you forever to reply ; -P.
3 minutes later...
Mike: LOL...not everyone is as horny as you. Waiting for Scott to finish a call to continue our flick.
Lance: Boring...
Lance: I want a big American hot dog with tons of cum... I mean mustard lol.
Mike: LOL. Come here...I got a big one just for you.
My dick is instantly on steroids reading that notwithstanding my furiousness.
Lance: I want to devour your whole cock. But...first I want to slowly peel the foreskin off to reveal the fat cockhead.
Mike: What? Peeling the foreskin off of a German sausage that is in my fridge? You are sick! LMAO.
Lance: You're so mean. A crying face.
Mike: Awww...poor baby...ok...if you behave, daddy lets you lick his sausage hah hah
Lance: : -P
Mike: Just a sec...
2 minutes later...
Lance: Hello!!
4 minutes later...
Lance: Anybody home?
8 minutes later...
Lance: A crying face.
Mike: Back
Mike: Sorry...just went to check on Scott.
Mike: hold on...
Lance: What??
Lance: Waiting....
Mike: Ok...what's up
Lance: What? What were you doing lol?
Mike: Na nothing...in the bathroom now...more private
Lance: lmfao...bad boy...sneaking behind your husband
Mike: lol...I bet you like that. : -P
Lance: Just what are you doing exactly in that bathroom, stud? Pleasuring yourself? ; -D
Mike: Why don't you come and find out, bitch! : -P.
Lance: Drooling face
Lance: Can you turn on your camera?
Mike: Why? You want to see me poop? LOL
Lance: LOL...sure! LOL
Mike: Maybe next time...Scott is around.
Lance: Oh...so nice stroking my 7-inch dick while thinking of you...
Mike: Hmmm...same here
Lance: Hmmm...What is your penis like? LOL
Mike: OMG! You are not shy...cut to the chase...eh?
Lance: Heh heh
Mike: 8 inches, thick, hairy, and tons of foreskin...
Mike: 2 hairy balls full of cum to inseminate you
My undie is now soaked, and Mike and I just had sex not too long ago.
Mike: And a fat cockhead...just for you
Lance: All for me? LOL
Lance: What about your husband?
Mike: He can have a rubber dildo...LOL
Lance: ; -D
This is so humiliating but so stimulating. I have to look away for a few seconds to check on Mike. Walking back to the bedroom with a hard-on, I see the bathroom door still closed. Then, I go back to the living room and resume reading.
Lance: Do you like my body? Is it better than your husband's?
Mike: LOL
Lance: You like my dick?
Mike: Haven't seen it so not sure...prob 3'? LOL j/k
Lance: Angry face. 7"
Lance: How big is your husband?
Mike: I don't know...maybe 5' or so but cute
Lance: Pathetic! Tiny little pecker
Mike: Don't be mean...LOL...yeah, he's pretty small.
Lance: I want us 69...that's hot!
Mike: Hmmm...thanks but na...that's not my cup of tea...
Lance: You're sure?
Mike: I'm sure...
Lance: Crying face
1 minute later...
Mike: Okay maybe a few kisses and licks...
Lance: : -)
Mike doesn't suck--well he has sucked, or should I say licked, my cock maybe 5 times, and we've been together for years! He loves tongue fuck my ass though. They must have been busy jerking off as the next text was 8 minutes later.
Lance: I'm stroking dreaming of playing with your foreskin; licking it gently; making it all wet and moist.
Lance: Until the shaft is so hard...that the cockhead is starting to force itself away from the skin...
Lance: Then with my succulent lips I spit on the head distributing the saliva throughout the knob with my tongue...
Lance: Then I start sucking on your penis...
Lance: Slurp...slurp...hmmm so hard...so nice
Lance: Once your dick is all hard, wet, and ready
Lance: I position myself over your lap while you're sitting in the toilet...teasing your dick with my ass crack...
Lance: Giving your pole a gentle tease till precum oozes out moisturizing my hole...
Lance: You like that?
There was no response from Mike.
Lance: ???
Mike: Sorry...stroking hard now...can't type lol
Mike: Go on...
Lance: Once my anus is coated with your precum, I slowly descend making sure your hard cock is completely buried in my pussy channel...until I can feel your manly bush against my butt cheeks.
Lance: Slowly I wiggle my ass. I can feel your precum is warming up my inside.
Lance: You've had enough teasing, so you firmly grab my waist with your muscular arms and press me down hard on your cock with such force that I won't be able to sit for days.
Mike: I already blasted.
Lance: Hmmm...I haven't finished my story lol
Mike: You're good, bitch lol
Lance: 1 sec...
A pause.
Lance: Ok...I just came...that was awesome
Mike: LOL
Lance: You think one day we can try this for real? ; -)
Mike: Ha ha...I don't think so...I'm married...I love Scott.
Lance: Pleaaaaseeee....
Mike: Na....that was nice...TTYL
Placing Mike's phone down, I push down my shorts and undie and start pumping my dick profusely, without giving a damn if Mike walks in. Replaying those text massages in my head, I stroke and stroke. I envision Mike holding Lance intimately with his arms while impaling that asshole hard...harder than when he fucks me. Awwwww...I spew strings of cum in seconds.
Three weeks have gone by; our daily life has returned to normal without the presence of Lance--somewhat. Lance stops coming over, and our garden suffers as a consequence. Mike is busy with his work. We have cleaned up our garage. Boring. Things seem to be on the happy side except for my workplace--I've overheard that the company is looking to streamline its operations. Actually, rounds of layoffs have already begun.
Our sex life is not as rosy as I would like . Yes, we fuck, cuddle, and talk, but it's a bit vanilla. It just lacks the sparks that Mike previously said. I'm starting to understand his concerns. Truthfully, not experiencing that heart-pumping adrenaline I'd get from seeing my husband flirt with Lance makes me feel lethargic and less sexual. Frankly, I do miss those impromptu jerk-off sessions I had while reading their text messages.
One night, while we are in bed, I express my concerns, "Babe, they might let me go at work."
"Huh? What are you talking about? What happened baby?" Mike suddenly hugs me.
"Those assholes are trying to cut cost. So yeah, some people have been let go," I sigh.
"When was this?"
"It started last week. My unit is coming up."
"But that doesn't mean you are one of them. Right? You're a hard worker!" Mike expresses his support.
"Yeah, but I'm fairly new. They usually let new people go first."
I continue, "I've been submitting my resumes, but so far, nothing."
"Don't worry, you'll be ok." Mike gives me a peck of the forehead.
"Remember Lance was saying something about his aunt working as a nurse...so I just thought maybe I could get some referrals" I suggest to Mike.
Mike-----
What a fucking day! I've just found out that my husband might be let go by his employer. As if that is not bad enough, I now have to find a way to rectify our friendship with Lance, inviting him back into house. I love Scott, but sometimes I just don't understand him. I don't know. Maybe I should stop spoiling him too much.
I don't think it will be a challenge though to reconnect with Lance. I didn't really tell him to stop coming over to our house. I didn't demand that he stop texting me. I just made excuses that I would be traveling quite a bit for a while and that Scott would take care of the garden and things. When Lance texted me, I just ignored him. Basically, Lance still does not know about this whole mess.
"Baby. Are you saying you want me to ask Lance about his aunt?" I ask Scott.
"It doesn't hurt."
"Yeah. It does. I haven't talked to him for weeks. You don't want me to hang out with him, remember?" I answer.
"I know, but can you ask him?" Mike seems desperate.
"Let me try it again. Are you saying you want me to ask him for a favor? And...and...after that, we go back to ignoring him?"
Scott shrugs.
"You can't do things like that, you know, right?" I warn Scott.
"I didn't really mean to give you an ultimatum. I was just upset at what you guys did." Scott goes on admitting, "Fine...do whatever you want; I want to see to make sure you behave."
"You want to what? You want see Lance jerk me off?"
Scott's face is now all rosy and shy.
"You are kinky baby! But, I'm going to have to charge you." We're laughing it up.
"You can also let him know his garden is dying." Scott adds.
Dialing...
"Hey Lance!" I put him on speaker.
"Oh my! You haven't returned my text or calls like forever!" Lance answers surprisingly.
"I miss you! I miss your cock!"
"Hmmm...you're on speaker with me and Scott," I'm embarrassed.
"Oh, sorry Scott; it was just a stupid flirt. You know me. Hah Hah."
"It's cool! Hey, I was going to ask you about your aunt. She's an RN right?" Scott asks.
Did I just witness Scott dismissing Lance's flirt just like that? What a shock!
I just let Scott take over the conversation.
The next day, Scott and I arrive at a Mexican restaurant and are seated at an outdoor table surrounded with elegant flowers. While waiting for a waiter, I start, "Call Scott. He has more info for you."
"Can you just get it for me?" Scott implores me while glancing at a menu cover.
"No. You call." My firm remark catches Scott's off guard.
"Hey Lance! How are you?" Scott utters.
"Hey Ya! Bored. Studying. What's up!" Lance replies.
"I hear ya...I remember those old days...listen, Mike said you have some more info for me?"
"Oh yeah! Here's her number. I talked to her already. No guarantees though. Good luck!" Lance says.
After the call, I assure Scott, "Babe, you haven't lost your job yet and you're already all stressed out. Chills...If you get fired, I'll help you out financially until you get back on your feet. So...don't fret over it."
Then, I hand Scott an envelope, "Here's something for you."
"What's this? I can't take this! Where did it come from?"
"My discretionary bonus. Remember? Cancun vacation?" I refresh Scott's memory.
"This is a lot! I can't take it."
"Yes, you can." I insist.
"Gosh! I'm like a gold digger," Scott awkwardly accepts the gift.
"You are. But I'm happy to let you dig my gold." I wink at him.
Two days later around late afternoon, Lance and his aunt, Lexie, drop by our house chitchatting a bit about jobs and stuff. We learn that Lexie's hospital prefers using temporary nurses, but the pay rate is better. A good number of RNs have been offered permanent positions before. The conversation carries on for a good 2 hours.
Lance is wearing some cologne that gives off a very strange but exotic mix of sweetness, flowers, and ocean breeze. Everyone, including Scott, occasionally takes a deep breath as if it was cocaine. A very captivating scent indeed.
"You guys want to hang around? We can order in...maybe a movie after that...unless you guys have plans," I suggest.
"That sounds like a good plan!" Lance is delighted.
"Sorry...I can't...but Lance, you can stay. I'll come and pick you up. Just call me," Lexie confirms.
"No, Mike can give Lance a ride home later," Scott suddenly recommends.
"Sure!" That's strange given the beef they have between each other. I don't know; maybe Scott has changed?
"What are we in the mood for tonight?" I ask them.
"Horror movies!!!," Lance chuckles.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Scott indicates.
"Can you go make some popcorn, baby?" Lance asks me absence-mindedly.
I absolutely certain that Scott heard the word "baby" as he left the couch. I hope I don't have to suffer the rant tonight.
"Popcorn is done." I walk back into the room with a large bowl in one hand and a 6 pack of beer in the other after turning off the light. The room is now very dark with occasional gleams coming from the TV. I pause as I realize Scott and Lance are now sitting on opposite sides of the room. Lance takes the long couch; there is just barely enough room for me there with Scott's laptop claiming a good chunk of space on the other end. Scott is in the loveseat, but there is no room for me. Shit! What should I do? Maybe I'm just over analyzing it but decide to move to the couch next to Lance.
Scott-----
This is awkward witnessing my husband sit next to Lance while I'm over here alone. They are so close--their arms are almost touching. I'm not going to let this happen. Attempting to upset the applecart, I get up to put my laptop away in hopes that, with more space, Lance can scoot over a bit. Upon my return, nothing has changed. Given the very dark environment, I can't really tell what's happening but undoubtedly my husband's right is stretching out over Lance's shoulder seemingly. This is usually our position--me laying my head on one of his outstretched arms--when we watch movies, except that this time it's someone else. I try not to make a big fuzz about it.
I'm trying very hard to spy on their movements, but it's so hard because it's so dark. The only time I have a break is when a bright scene comes on. Being a horror movie, that is usually very sporadic. Plus, the volume is set on high that basically out sounds all the noises in the entire room. I have not seen anything out of the ordinary between them every time I'm given an opportunity to peek. This goes on for a while. I'm tired due to my strained eyes, so I relent my peeps.
Mike-----
45 minutes into the movie, Fuck! Lance's hand is on my crotch. I sneak a glance at Scott. Phewwww...his eyes are on TV. The room is very dark, so I suppose it's a challenge for Scott to even discern what is going on. I did not plan for this to happen, but Lance's cologne--the scent is just so intoxicating. My nose keeps going back to his neck as if trying to devour the aroma. This is so nerve-racking; this is so obscenely erotic. As I make another attempt to sniff him, Lance raises his head up. Our lips are now less than 2 inches apart. Then, it happens. I find my lips uncontrollably lower to capture those succulent lips of Lance. Our lips touch for about 2 seconds. Then, I remember Scott. I withdraw and take another glance at him. He's still focusing on the movie. Heart pumping nervously, I have to try those lips again even though I have told myself to quit. I keep repeating this routine for a few more times. Then, magic happens--we end up French kissing lovingly under this dark, erotic atmosphere. For a moment, I've completely forsaken Scott. Suddenly, I push my tongue in Lance's mouth feeding him the wet digestive organ while guiding my right hand to his covered hole. I'm drunkenly in lust for about 5 minutes. I practically lose all sense of time and place until a loud sound on the TV jerks me back to reality. Thank God, Scott's eyes are still glued to the TV--I think.
Scott----
About 50 minutes into the flick, a creature suddenly makes an appearance on the TV creating a sustained white gleam, I jerk and inadvertently turn my head toward the couple. Right before my very eyes, my once devoted husband, Mike, and Lance are in a lip-lock. They must have been shocked by the sound of the monster as well as the couple recoiled just right after I averted my glance. But, that was an irrefutable 3-second French kiss! Or, maybe they have been sucking each other lips ever since? In any event, that romantic kiss will be ingrained in my brain forever. The sight of Lance greedily sucking on Mike's tongue while fondling Mike's crotch surely causes tension around my loins.
My body is on crack--heart pounding, butterflies in my stomach, precum leaking, lust, jealousy, and a tinge of anger. Yes, just a tinge of irritation. For the very first time ever, lust has triumphed over anger indisputably. All I want at this instance is just sit here, watching and envying their intimacy. I want to reach in my pants and jerk so desperately, but I'm afraid of being caught. I perversely wish the kiss continues on. As the saying goes, the more you want, the less you have. There are no more lip sucking moments subsequently.
As soon as the first line of closing credit appears, I quickly excuse myself to the bathroom. Under the normal light condition, Mike and Lance would undoubtedly catch my hard-on. That would be such an embarrassment--getting turned on while watching your husband make out with someone else. I hear a knock on the door.
"Babe, I'm going to drop Lance off," Mike informs me.
"Ok! Drive safely."
I wait until the house is dead silent and rush back to our bedroom. Naked on our bed I begin to finger fuck myself hard while pumping my little cock furiously. Mike must be fucking Lance in the car now helplessly. Fuck! In minutes, cum splashes everywhere on my body. I wipe the cum off with my shirt, throw it in the laundry basket, and jump in bed trying to recount the event. Shit! The kiss image keeps coming back. Is Mike in love with Lance? Why did I enjoy the scene too much? Tired and unable to sleep, I pop a few Ambien pills in my mouth and dream away.
I don't remember when Mike got back last night, but I'm greeted by his arms wrapped around me the next morning. We are cuddling peacefully with Mike's firm crotch scratching my bottom. My stirring must have awakened Mike as I hear him whisper, "Morning Sunshine."
"Morning."
We lazily lie in bed with Mike occasionally kissing my neck and right ear.
"You're naked," Mike whispers to me.
Fuck! Was I that burned out that I forgot to put my briefs back on after the solitary masturbation? Feeling embarrassed, I remain quiet, but not for long, as I feel a hand start fondling my dick. Blood stiffens the willy in no time. I'm ready for a pound now. But, there's none except that Mike keeps rubbing his crotch against my hole. My cock is feeling so good that I ejaculate shortly. Strange as it may sound, Mike was not in the mood for fucking. I don't recall him passing up a fuck opportunity every time we fool around in the morning.
A few more days have gone by, I'm still waiting for some potential employers to call. Work is now purposeless as I may be shown the door any moment. I have noticed that Mike and Lance have cut back on the texting, but they have progressed toward more physical engagements. It might be because I'm too preoccupied with the fear of termination, I don't feel like doing anything at all. So Lance acts as a substitute. Mike and I still do some errands here and there, but lately Mike has increasingly preferred to accomplish those with Lance.
One evening at the hospital...
Here we go. I knock on the head nurse's office door.
"Come on in," the head nurse, Susan, shouts.
Tension is building as I take a seat.
"Scott. I don't know how to put this, but..."
Upon hearing that, the air is suddenly so thick to breathe. I'm suffocated as my eyes are about to shed tears.
"Management wants to streamline the operations. So...changes have already happened. I'm sure you have seen people getting laid off. That has taken a toll on the remaining staff. I know we all have a personal life outside work, but we need to make accommodations during this difficult time."
Fuck! Why don't you just get to the chase. My pits are starting to sweat.
"We want to ask the remaining nurses to be more flexible and willing to do some O.T. if necessary due to a short of staff. Is that going to be an issue for you, Scott?"
What?! I'm not terminated? Suddenly, I feel 10 pounds lighter. And, life is now more purposeful. Feeling exhilarated I assure her, "I understand. Just let me know in advance, and I will make accommodations."
I cannot wait to deliver the news to Mike when I get home the next morning. Mike is sleeping like a baby holding one of my pillows between his thighs.
"Baby, they are keeping me," I whisper in his ears.
"Huhhhhhhh," Mike jerks.
"I'm safe."
Half-awake, Mike mutters, "What?"
"They are not firing me!"
"Oh good!" Mike rubs his eyes as I begin recounting our conversation at the hospital.
"That's great! Now come here," Mike suddenly grabs me. We are goofing around at this moment.
"Ummmmm...get it all wet baby," Mike encourages me as I'm choking down on his 8-inch man meat.
"Lie down baby," Mike murmurs.
With his muscular hands, Mike lifts my thighs up exposing the pink hairless hole. I feel a gentle blow tickling my chute, making me shiver. Then, Mike's tongue is all over my ass lips slurping on them. He occasionally tongue fucks his prize. Once my ass cavity is ready, Mike replaces the tongue with his dick.
We have been fucking for 10 minutes until my phone rings. It's my employer. Fuck, not now!
"Wait a second babe. Work." Mike patiently awaits with his cock still buried deep in me.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your day. Becky called in sick. I'm trying to find her sub. Still waiting for returned calls," the shift head nurse speaks.
"Okay?" I reply.
"Can you come in until I can find a backup? I understand you just finished your shift."
"Now? Ummmm..." Mike stares at me confused.
"Alright...just for a few hours though...just saying."
"I understand and thank you."
"Sorry...work...someone called in sick...and they need a sub. They couldn't get a hold of anyone else." I disjoin his cock from my ass and walk to the bathroom.
"You're serious? Screw them," Mike is pissed as evidenced by his shrinking penis.
"If I screw them, they'll screw me back. Sorry. Rain check?"
Mike rolls his eyes, unwillingly accepting the offer.
After spending about 20 minutes to clean up for work, I want to give my husband a goodbye kiss. He is making something in the kitchen as I hear the sound of our blender. As soon as I see Mike, my heart skips a beat. Right in front of me stood not just Mike but also Lance who has his right hand fondling my husband's crotch. Mike just stands there staring at me speechless, while his crotch is still being tenderly stroked for at least 5 seconds! Then, Mike jerks causing Lance to withdraw his hand. Since when has my husband become this bold?
"When did you get here?" I'm pissed but try to remain calm, but it's obvious to everyone that I'm humiliated.
"Oh...I just got here...the garden." Lance gives me that fucking straight face look.
On the dining table there are 2 BLT sandwiches. Trying to break the awkwardness and embarrassment, I instinctively reach for one of them.
"That's Lance's, baby," Mike stops me.
"Of course." Embarrassment is at a new height--My husband preparing food for someone else knowing that I have not had lunch!
"Here...you can have mine. I'll make another one," Mike offers.
"I'm going to be in the garden. Talk to you later Scott. Have a good day." The slut excuses himself to safe face.
"It's not..." Mike is trying to say something, but I cut him off instead and give him a peck on the cheek and say, "I love you." I'm stunt and literally have nothing to say.
"Love you too. See you tonight."
"We'll do." I walk out of the house pissed and hard.
Why am I so turned on? Mike kissed him the other night secretly, and now this! Right in front of my face! I was just joking when I insinuated that I'd want to see them jerk off together. Did he not think it was just that? Why was I so calm earlier? I should have had a fit when that happened. I should have kicked that piece of shit out of our house. But I didn't. Why is my dick so hard now? Thank God, another call from work interrupts me, "I'm on my way...can't talk...driving," I'm being stern.
"Hey Scott. Just want to let you know we've reached out to Susan. She's available. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, but if you want to come in, that's fine as well," the same bitch speaks again.
"That's good. I think I'm going to pass. Talk later."
"Ok! Again, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."
As soon as I hang up the call, I make a swift turn toward our home. Something then occurs to me--Lance should still be there. They had a moment earlier. Now, they area alone. Fuck! No! I need to catch their filthy act. Shit! I can't open the main gate--they'll know. I take another swift turn. As inconvenient as it is, I park 2 blocks way from the house and rush back. I scan around the surroundings making sure no neighbors see me as I approach the gate.
At the right corner of our house sits a small manual gate for emergency purposes. My heart is pounding as I quietly open the lock. "Ekkkkkkk." Fuck! That damn old gate. I stop for a few seconds just to make sure no one comes out. Perspiration is now drenched my nurse uniform. When I get a clear signal, I begin tiptoeing until I'm right outside the living room window lurking. Thank God the shutter is not entirely shut.
Mike is lounging on the couch reading some work reports with the TV muted in the background. He is shirtless and still in the same pants that were being massaged earlier in the crotch area. Where's Lance? Shit! The garden. I sneak to another corner that affords me a clear view of the garden. He is pruning some dead leaves. Opps! I jerk back as Lance turns and walks back to the house. I hope he didn't see me.
Walking back to the same spot outside the window, now I see both of them. Lance is then out of my sight. My hunch is that he is heading to the bathroom. Minutes later, Lance comes back with a bottled water and situates himself on the loveseat. They begin causally talking, but I can't make out what they are saying. Mike is reading the reports and Lance playing with his phone. Fifteen minutes have gone by, nothing is suspicious.
Then, I hear a sound, "Meowwwww." A neighbor's cat somehow ends up in our yard.
"SHHHH...Go away cat," I murmur.
Reverting my spy, I see Mike still sitting there reading, but where did Lance go? Shit! Nervously, I quickly look around. Sigh...No one. Looking through the window again, my heart skips a beat as I see Lance already stand behind Mike. His hands are on Mike's shoulders trying to give him a neck massage or something. Mike jerks, repudiating the advance. I still cannot make out what Mike is saying, but I'm happy that he finally has had enough of Lance's sluttiness. Lance tries it again to end up with another rejection. Words cannot describe my sudden joy.
The calculated Lance is now walking around the couch situating himself next to Mike. Mike just ignores him concentrating on his work. Moments later, Lance boldly places his left hand on my husband's right thighs.
Mike-----
"Lance, stop it." I'm trying to finish a financial draft for a client, but Lance keeps interrupting.
"I don't need a neck massage."
"I'm bored. Just wanna help. You know...help you relieve that tension earlier in the kitchen," Lance seductively mutters.
"I'm fine, and don't ever pull that stunt again in front of Scott."
"What stunt? You mean this?" Lance starts laying his left hand on my thigh.
"No! Stop it! I love Scott. Do you understand?" I continue, "You are an attractive young man, and I'm sure you can have anyone you want." I brush his hand off.
"You didn't stop me earlier when I massaged your...you know... You let me play with it right in front of your husband." Lance pauses for a moment then continues, "In fact, I think Scott was turned on seeing his husband being serviced by an outsider."
"I...I..." I'm trying to defend my action, but of no avail.
"I know you have feelings for me. That kiss the other night, remember? And, your husband was there too...next to us." Lance places his hand on my thigh again.
"No...Look...I'm sorry if I misled you. I wasn't thinking. It was just offhand." I brush his hand off again.
"Well...don't think...just let me do all the work," Lance whispers into Mike's ears.
Lance-----
Ugggg...my butt crack is itching. I need a good fuck. I know Mike has feelings for me, but he's playing hard to get. He wouldn't have boldly kissed me in front of his husband otherwise. I need to make a move soon.
"I'm not trying to break your marriage or something. I just want to make you feel special." I assure Mike as I try to go for the crotch this time notwithstanding the prior rejections.
Mike jerks and accidentally jostles me, causing me to fall hard on the floor. It hurts. I have never been treated in such a manner. But, seeing the angry looks on Mike just turns me on more. A married man is torn between his husband and me.
Scott----
Wow! I have never seen Mike this physical with anyone all these years. Is Lance sobbing? He looks rejected and sad, sitting on the floor face down. My husband then puts down the report, walks over to Lance, and extends his hands out. Mike is saying something--maybe an apology? He's trying to help Lance get up. The unfaltering Lance just won't give up. Quickly reaching his right hand out, he firmly grabs Mike's private parts as Mike is standing near him. Mike is trying to fend off his advance again. Lance won't have that as he tactically presses his whole face in my husband's crotch. Astonished, Mike uses both of his hands to push Lance away. Lance is surprisingly strong for a twink. They are both struggling physically at this very moment.
It looks like fortune favors the brave--I'm starting to see Mike beginning to relinquish his strength by choice. Soon, those hands that were once warding off improper advances are now just mindlessly holding Lance's head, supporting it so that its owner can gorge on Mike's meat. Outside the window, I'm watching the scene with lust and resentment. Lance briefly withdraws his face just so he can unzip my husband's pants. Now, standing before my eyes is my husband, pants and briefs down around his ankles. Although not fully erect, my husband's rod is throbbing like a running-out-of-battery clock that tries to forcibly tick. Lance starts giving my husband's loins a few squeezes. Then, slowly but surely, he closes in on Mike's penis with his mouth. My dick is soaked in precum as I witness Mike's entire shaft devoured by Lance's mouth. I have tried deepthroating Mike in the past only with partial success. Lance keeps deepthroating my husband's dick for all it is worth. Those teary eyes as he gags and spits on Mike's dick seem to captivate Mike. Moments later, Lance focuses on Mike's dickhead. With his right hand, he applies the pressure on the shaft, forcing the blood to fill the crown. The dark pink cockhead is now swollen and leaking. Then, he sucks down the ripe mushroom head with his moist lips unapologetically.
The scene is filthy and erotic. I can nervously hear my own throat swallowing down the saliva. Suddenly, the action stops. WTF? why are they staring at each other with such lust? While on his knees, Lance opens his mouth wide. What is he doing? I'm breathless. And then...Mike secretes a fat wad of saliva, spitting down Lance's hungry oral cavity. Lance hungrily swallows it all. Mike has never done such a foul but intimate act with me ever. I'm so envious of Lance, wishing I was in his shoes.
Lance wants my husband's cock more than anyone else. He's deepthroating Mike, licking the base of his cock with his tongue while Mike is deep inside his mouth. He is moaning and giving Mike lustful glances to be rewarded with more of Mike's manly spit. There's a lot of gagging, spitting, ball licking, and eye contact. As much as Mike wants the euphoria to last, he can't hold it any longer. With one final grunt, loud enough that I can actually hear it, Lance unloads his thick baby-making sperms into Lance's mouth. There is so much thick, potent cum flooding Lance's mouth that a few drops gush out from the corner of his mouth.
The insatiable Lance keeps sucking and cleaning Mike's throbbing dick that never really has a chance to deflate for minutes. Still horny, my husband uses both his arms, lifting Lance up. Once standing, Mike hastily unzips Lance's pants. Soon, the couple is standing there jerking each other off as Mike's other hand finding its way to Lance's tight hole. Shit! My bladder couldn't hold it any longer. Withdrawing my gaze, I pull down my pants and let out a stream of piss right outside the window. The urine lands everywhere as it is difficult to pee with a hardon. I hope they didn't hear that.
Then, I resume my gaze to find out that they are already naked--the clothes are scattered untidily on the floor. They are now locked in an embrace. Then, Mike gives Lance a light kiss on the lips. That soon turns into a virile kiss with Mike feeding Lance his tongue, and Lance hungrily sucks on it. Their saliva-exchanged kiss is lasting for minutes. Before I know it, Mike places his arms under Lance's knees and around his back, lifting him up and carrying him upstairs like a husband carrying his wife to bed for the consummation of marriage. Where are they going? To a guest room up there? But, they walk past it. There's only one more destination--our bedroom--the place that is no longer exclusively reserved for Mike and me. No! What should I do now?
On an impulse I rush to the main entrance. Standing outside with the housekey in my right hand, I'm tempted to sneak inside the house. Shit! What if they catch me? I don't give a shit anymore, so with my left hand at the doorknob preparing to open the door, I realize that it's not locked! Lance forgot to lock it when he got back from the garden--bummer.
Slowly and cautiously, I tiptoe upstairs. Halfway to the bedroom, I start hearing moans and some wet lube sound being rubbed on something. Fuck, I'm so hard. They were so into it that they didn't even bother to close the door. Kneeling on the floor outside the open door, fist clinched, I'm uncertain whether I should confront the couple. I might lose my marriage as a consequence. Or, I could just be quiet and let the chips fall where they may. As predictable as it is, lust always wins.
In front of me is Lance lying face down, ass up on my side of the bed. How dare you! He is wiggling his bubble butt at my husband, exposing that puckering pink hole. Mike is standing beside the bed with his right hand around the lubed cock, transfixed by the sight before him.
"I need you inside me daddy," Lance finally speaks in a seductive voice.
"Tell me how badly you want my cock, boy."
"Ummmm....That's all I can think of now," Lance moans.
Mike slowly situates himself right behind Lance's butt.
"Fuck! Your hole is so tight," Mike murmurs while using his 2 fingers trying to loosen the boy's pussy.
"Tighter than your husband's?" Lance teases.
"Yes..." Mike whispers.
It doesn't take long for the horny man to sink the throbbing meat into the boy's tight flower. Hands on Lance's hips, Mike starts sailing into the depth of his anal canal. Mike is fucking Lance so vigorously that the bedsprings begin to pop. I can hear the headboard banging loudly against the wall as Lance is biting on to my beloved pillow. With this intensity, their bed will eventually give out--not that Mike cares at this moment. Wait...I just caught myself surrendering my bed to Lance!
The humiliation just keeps getting worse as I hear Lance tempt Mike, "Whose hole is better? Mine or Scott's?"
Mike seems hesitant to answer, but Lance won't have it. The slut keeps insisting, "Whose hole is better! Who do you want to fuck most?!"
"You," Mike mumbles.
"I can't hear...louder!"
Tired of hearing the slut's winning, Mike yells out in the heat of the moment, "You!"
Mike continues, "You! This dick is only for you and no one else." Mike then hammers deep and hard all the way until his pubes scratch the boy's buttchecks.
"Only for me? What about Scott?"
"Not even Scott," Mike utters.
My brain freezes upon hearing those hurtful words from my husband. Numbness is suddenly all over my body, and I cum uncontrollably.
I continue observing their fucking, doggy-style, for at least 15 more minutes, but my dick has recovered way before then. With teary eyes, I can make out Mike's precum oozing out from Lance's asshole. Mike is sucking on Lance's neck passionately while claiming the boy's hole.
Then, the couple switches to the missionary position. Mike arranges himself in a push-up position utilizing only his hips to thrust deeply into the plump-assed bottom below him. Mike looks ecstatic as he gets to see and hear the bottom moan and shudder mainly due to his cock's wide girth.
Shortly later, Mike stands and picks up Lance, who wraps his arms around Mike's neck for support. They begin banging in the suspended congress position. Holding Lances thighs with his arms as support while standing, Mike enters Lance's bunghole with long deep glides as he tongue-kisses the boy.
"Do you love me?" the breathless Lance is trying to push the envelope.
Mike seems to be very uneasy.
"Do you love me?" Lance repeats his question.
"Shut up!" Mike instantaneously shouts while seriously penetrating Lance. Both are now panting blatantly. Then, with one final push, Mike knocks Lance up, breeding the boy's pussy hole with his potent semen again while I'm on my knees creaming inside my undie once again without touching my neglected dick. This is beyond my comprehension as I just climaxed twice within 1 hour or so.
Suddenly, my husband turns. Shit! Did he see me? I'm panicking and rushing back to my car and speeding away. I keep driving on what seems like an endless road. My heart is torn apart, and my eyes are starting to shed tears after witnessing their forbidden love. My surroundings are suddenly dull and uninteresting. Those silent teardrops soon turn to sobbing when the radio starts playing our song, "Only You."
Moments later, somebody is snapping me out of my disorientation, "Sir, are you ready to order?"
"Sorry? Ummmmm...I'll have a Frappuccino, grande." I'm not sure how I've ended up in a Starbuck's in Venice, California.
The mindless brain continues dominating my existence until I hear someone speaks to me while wandering, "Your shoelaces are undone."
"Sorry?" I look at the man who looks to be in his sixties and married as evidenced by the shiny wedding ring on his left hand, then I heedlessly take a seat next to him.
"You're not going to tie those laces?" The stranger asks again.
"None of your business." I pause then continue, "My husband is going to leave me."
"Sorry?" The stranger is puzzled.
"Nothing."
"I think he's been fucking behind my back. Sorry...for the language."
"Apology is not needed, young man." The stranger continues, "Ummmmm...he said that? He said he's going to leave you?"
"It's certain; he doesn't need to spell it out."
"Nothing is certain except for taxes and death, young man," the stranger replies.
"My wife cheated on me a number of times, and we've been together for over 50 years."
"Why?" I'm curious.
"Because I love her. She wanted an open marriage. Then, she got tired of it. So there." The stranger then says, "Love is strange...hard to describe it. But, fucking...that...that is just animalistic, eh."
I'm not sure I understand what he has said. But, whatever.
"I'm not trying to be a smart ass here, but I just felt that one day...one day she would get less horny and return to me."
"What if she fell in love with someone else?" I'm testing him.
"Then I'm fucked!" We both laugh.
"You cannot buy love with fucks." We both are laughing harder now.
"I'm already in my 70s, not much time left. I just want to be around my wife and children before it's too late. Your husband...he loves you yeah? tossing aside the fucking around?"
"I think so." Then, all of a sudden, I admit to the stranger that their fidelity turns me on.
"Well...that's a win-win situation then. He gets to fuck others and...and...you get to enjoy knowing it."
I'm not really sure if that is a joke or? Then I ask him, "Isn't that perverted? Me getting excited about my husband's infidelity?"
"Well...incest is perverted...so what? It's subjective."
"Just take it easy...go with the flow...If you keep fretting over it, you're going to look like me very soon!"
We both laugh. I actually feel appeased after having a conversation with this stranger. Wow...wife sleeping around...and 50 years later still together...
Mike is in his office when I arrive home. I don't think he saw me lurking earlier as he is acting very much relaxedly.
"Honey...Shall we continue?" I say seductively trying to get him in the mood again.
"Continue? Ahhhhh..." He puts down his pen and looks at me. "May I have an hour or two to finish this so we can get it on?"
"Ummmmm...Sure! I'm going to be in the bedroom."
"How come you're done so early?" Mike suddenly asks.
"They only needed me for a few hours." I lie.
I must have dozed off while waiting for Mike. Looking at my watch, I realize it has already been 3 hours. Horny as hell, I need to have that cock in my mouth, ready or not!
Mike is still working in his office as I approach him.
"Hey babe...you need to take a break," I begin massaging his shoulders.
"Hmmm...that's nice." Mike stops his work, leans the chair back a little, and closes his eyes.
I begin manipulating his neck muscles then slowly migrating to his anterior temporal and posterior temporal. Once Mike is fully relaxed, I turn his chair around and situate myself between his hairy thighs. Slowly but firmly, I place my right hand on his crotch and squeeze it. Once the loins are starting to firm a tiny bit, I waste no time unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. Then, I lubricate his cock with my spit, jerking it briefly. Mike takes longer to get aroused this time due to the 2 gigantic orgasms earlier I suppose. Desperately wanting his cum, I try mimicking Lance's deepthroat method. I can only sustain it briefly before the gagging overwhelms me. I can tell Mike is trying hard to give me some of his left-over cum. I keep trying and trying, and Mike is doing the same. After 15 minutes or so, Mike screams, "Oh...I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."
Right then, Mike releases what seems like watery and clear semen--not those thick, potent cloudy sperms that he impregnated deep in Lance's mouth and asshole. I'm embarrassed knowing that my husband decidedly chose Lance to be the primary caretake of his semen. I have no choice but settle for the left-over. I hope that this is just Mike's midlife crisis or something and that he will wake up soon.
"Mmmmm...Thanks babe," I fake my complement.
That night, I do a lot of soul-searching. I basically have a few choices. I can give Mike an ultimatum--stop the affair or else. This option is risky as I'm so in love with Mike. Or, I can let him have some fun and pretend not to notice and hopefully he will grow out of it. Another option is open marriage like the old man said. Maybe it's time for me to have some fun too with someone else? I don't know.
Suddenly, I hear Mike announce, "We're going to do some shopping for the Cancun trip."
For a brief moment, I'm ecstatic hearing "We." But then, I realize that Mike means "We" as in "he and Lance" because he adds "You want to join us?" Have I just been downgraded to being a guest?