The Adventures of Mike and Scott
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Chapter 4
Mike----
I can't believe I just fucked Lance in our marital bedroom. I'm not sure if I should tell Scott about this though. Last time he almost didn't take it well when I confessed to him about the jerk-off incident. But again, Scott keeps giving me these mixed signals about my flirtation with Lance. Scott must have enjoyed my little affair with Lance to some degree. Man, I really anticipated Scott's ranting about the kitchen incident where Lance inappropriately fondled me in front of him. Ironically, Scott ended up giving me a blowjob instead. Imagine if I recount my fucking Lance to him, he will cream in his pants. Will he? Man, these thoughts are so wrong, but they are so right sexually. Although I wish I had given Scott more of my baby making sperms that day, embarrassingly there wasn't much left because I already gave them all to Lance. If Scott keeps silent about all this, then maybe fucking Lance around his back is not too bad? Anyway, I need to stop focusing on nailing Lance; otherwise, I won't be able to have a normal conversation with Scott as I can sense the slow rising of my penis.
"Hey baby, my clients are pushing me to get some reports out for them. They are going to provide me some help--2 interns for the next few weeks." I announce while removing my reading glasses on a sultry night.
"So you will be at their offices?" Scott asks while busying himself with something on his laptop.
"Either that or they can use our dining table. But...the clients really want these done before we take off."
Scott----
Mike startles the shit out of me when he blurts out some internship stuff. I'm not really paying attention to him or in the mood for that as I'm trying to read this fascinating article on converting a laptop into a surveillant machine.
This is not new as Mike has received such help from his clients in the past under pressed time. Afterall, that is how we met; I was an intern while he was a partner at his former company.
"I don't think the dining table is big enough for 2," I cast my doubt.
"They are from different clients...so they won't show up together." Mike answers then asks me, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just surfing the net." He cannot find out about my plan.
"So...what are their names?" I want to distract him, stopping him from asking about my activity.
For a while, I've wondered if Lance has been in bed with Mike while I'm at work. I will never forget the day when Mike committed adultery in our own marital bed. Mike is oblivious of my knowledge, and I don't intend to confront him. There's no doubt about my feelings of resentment toward them, but I think it's best to remain quiet for now as I really have nothing sensible to say. I will lose my temper and add more fuel to the tension flame if I open my mouth. That bastard wants excitement and adventures to make him feel young and alive. But, that bastard is after all my beloved husband. I have thought about filing for divorce, but how could I after what Mike has done for me in retrospect. He was the only person who financially and emotionally helped both my mom and me during my dad's passing. He was the one who took care of me when I was suffering malaria for months! It was he how showed up at 2 A.M. in the rain when my car broke down. It was he who taught me the meaning of being in love. Mike is not entirely wrong about injecting some excitement into our marriage. I cannot say I've gotten nothing out of his little affair with Lance--those related extreme jerk-off sessions of mine are intense, beyond words. We still care for each other soulfully, but I do feel the novelty has worn off. I'm not even sure if true monogamy exists. So, if a couple, whether straight or gay, doesn't fuck behind each other's back but only harbors fantasies about cheating, is that really monogamous? Does a husband have to slam his dick in an ass or pussy to be considered cheating? Anyway, I need to stop ranting and start taking action.
I get to meet one of the interns today. Wei Yin, a double major Chinese girl, is so petite--probably 4'10. So mature and polite, she excels her tasks with minimal supervision. Mike is very content with her assistance. Although she seems taken back a bit when she finds out about our gay relationship, that soon becomes a thing in the past.
We can't wait to meet Juan the next day.
"Ding Dong...Ding Dong...Ding Dong." The doorbell rings.
"That must be Juan. Can you get the door, baby? I'll meet you guys in a few." Mike excuses himself to the guest bathroom as I glance at my watch before strolling to the door. Wow...on the dot at 8 A.M.!
Three things about Juan that stand out right away as we finally meet: his voice--that baritone voice probably deeper than Mike when he greets me; his teeth--not only are they white but so perfectly lined; and his strong jawline. Actually, there is 1 more thing--the plastic bag that he carries on his right hand. I have no idea about the stuff inside it. Of course, the crotch--how could I miss that? Unfortunately, I can't see anything because he is dressed in loose pants--too big for him and quite unfashionable. He can't be more than 21 with that young, smooth face except for a light scar on his left cheek.
"Oh! it's my lunch. Hi," Juan solves my curious look.
"Oh Hi...you don't need to bring lunch. We will provide that. Please come in. Mike will be with you in a few minutes." I thought that lunch bag was kind of cute.
"Hey, I'm Mike. This is my partner, Scott," Mike introduces us to Juan.
"Oh! You guys..." Juan is surprised.
"Yes...we're a couple. Is there going to be a problem?" Mike slowly but firmly asks.
"Oh no...I just didn't expect it. That's all. Well...that makes three of us," Juan tries to ease the awkwardness.
"You are..." I think I know what he means, but I want him to convey it.
"Yeah...gay," he proudly confirms it.
Then, Mike pulls Juan away and begins the orientation. "Come here...let me show you your work area. I'll probably need your assistance for a few hours every day for a few weeks. If you're late, it's fine. I'm more interested in the quality of your work. Today, I'd like for you to go over my reports just to confirm the accuracy of calculations. You're familiar with Microsoft Excel?"
"Yes."
"Good. Just double check my formulas and make sure the formatting is consistent. When you're done, let me know."
"Yes," Juan replies.
"And, we will provide lunch."
"He brought his own lunch babe. I already told him not to bring lunch again," I interrupt Mike while looking at Juan, giving him a friendly wink.
"Well, in that case, you can take the food home if you want." Mike continues, "I'll be in my office if you need anything. And, feel free to take small breaks; you don't need to let me know."
At one point, I just have to candidly ask Juan as I can't stand those pants, "I don't mean to be nosy, but those pants don't fit you well."
"Yeah....they're my dad's. I spilled coffee on my pants this morning...so...sorry."
I nod my head.
"What do you do, if I may ask?" Juan inquires.
"I'm a nurse. Night shift. Vampire. Just kidding."
We're laughing, then I continue, "Stand up. You're what? 5'11"?"
"6 feet," Juan corrects me.
"Mike is 6'2. Maybe you can borrow a pair of his jeans or something. I hate to see you suffer in those pants."
My husband's jeans look fine on him length wise, but the waist is a bit loose. Coupled with a nice V-neck shirt, Juan looks very nice--not overly muscular but not slim either. Just right. The clump of chest hair around his breastbone is such a welcoming distraction.
Like Wei Yen, Juan is diligent in the performance of his duties. We have learned quite a bit about Juan. The fact that he has been supporting his parents and 2 siblings since he was 16 is just heartbreaking but honorable. What concerns us is that Juan is also a part-time go-go dancer in addition to having this slightly above minimum wage internship. It's crazy--how does he manage 2 jobs and school?
As days go by, both Wei Yen and Juan have proven their reliability as well as their competency. Sadly, Wei Yen has to abruptly end the internship because she has found a permanent position with WW, Inc. We are truly happy to see her progress career wise. As for Juan, he has advanced from checking formulas to assisting Mike in drafting some financial narratives and other important tasks in a short time. His major is accounting--go figure. But, he really wants to get into massage therapy. I think he still has 1 more year to go before his graduation.
Juan has earned much respect from Mike. At one time, Mike even jokes about Juan being his equal soon, if he maintains this speed of learning. I'm not too sure if Juan can rival my husband intellectually--at least not any time soon, but his physicality is another story. Although slimmer than Mike, Juan's muscles are more well defined because of his age. Those go-go dance moves coupled with a committed workout routine must have paid off. I sometimes hopelessly wonder what a scene it would play out to watch the two warriors wrestle for domination. Having said that, I'm content with seeing the two men work well together at this moment--it's a breath of fresh air.
"Good morning," Juan startles me with his deep baritone as I'm trying to fix some coffee on a typical day-off morning.
"Ha..ha...You should see your face...so cute," Juan's reaction makes me blush hard.
"Coffee..." Juan states.
"Of course, sorry for being in your way." I move aside then continue, "I heard that you're doing a great job for Mike. Good!"
"Mike said that? Heh heh...just trying to learn as much as I can in a short period of time."
"Yeah. He really respects your intelligence and dedication." I praise Juan.
"Sorry...Can you pass me that creamer up there? Can't reach...too short," I continue.
"Sure...here you go." I thought Juan was smooth when I first met him judging by his face and arms, but boy...that tight white T-shirt is unable to hide a thick patch of armpit hair under his right arm and the unkempt treasure trail as he reaches for the creamer.
"Juan, you are smart, but why go-go dancing?" I'm just being nosy.
"Because it pays well, and I need the money," Mike answers matter-of-factly.
"How do you manage school on top of the 2 jobs?"
"Well...actually 3 jobs..." Juan corrects me then goes on, "I'm also a camboy."
"A what?" I almost choke on my coffee. I don't understand why he's telling me all this given that we have just barely met.
"Camboy...you know...naked...on cam kind of thing."
"I know what it is...I mean...yeah...but why?"
"Money. It pays very well. I need the money for my family. It's just temporary...I hope."
"Why are you telling me all this? Aren't you afraid...?"
"Afraid that you might expose me? Just kidding. I'm not ashamed of my job. It's like acting...you know. Besides, I've got the goods so...mind as well flaunt them...right? heh heh..." He jokes.
"What website is it? I mean...forget it...sorry...I'm just being nosy."
"It's alright! I'll text you the link. Like I said, it's just acting with jerking and fucking only...only...when the money is good."
My gosh! This guy is not shy at all. We both laugh as Juan continues, "As long as my parents are ok with that, I'm cool."
"Your parents know!?"
He gives me a shy grin. "But...you're not going to spread the rumors, right?"
"I thought you were not afraid of being exposed?" I tease him back, sticking my tongue out.
That brief awkward conversation certainly wakes me up better than any coffee can. Horny as hell, I need to let Mike in on this.
Mike----
"Honey, you should become an investigator instead of being a nurse," I tease Scott after he has told me about Juan's side job.
"He's a camboy!" Scott murmurs to me.
"Well...you should be well familiar with that."
"What do you mean?"
"Baby, I know you've been watching hot guys on cam. I've caught you a few times."
Scott is about to talk back, but I cut him off, "But...wait, wait...I'm not done yet. It's okay. I won't get mad. You just want a little me time, right?"
Strange as it seems, seeing Scott's embarrassing face suddenly gives me a jolt in my groins.
What is he trying to do now, standing behind my chair? Hah...I remember. Every time Scott is embarrassingly turned on, he starts giving me a shoulder massage then moves on to something more intimate. As expected, he starts rubbing my shoulder muscles briefly then slowly moves to my chests playing with my muscular hairy nipples.
"Honey," Scott says.
"Yes baby." I take a deep breath.
In no time, his hands are all over my private parts.
"Ooops...sorry...the door is open," Juan stupefies us, standing at the open door with some paper in his hands while watching the entire scene.
I give Scott a light jerk trying to end his sexual innuendo, but I can tell that he's too horny to comply.
"Isn't this what you want, babe, Adventurous?" Scott is whispering to me. "Don't tell me my hunky husband is getting all jittery. Are you?"
Fuck, what is Scott trying to accomplish? What is his motive?
"I think he likes watching us. You like that? Or...would you rather have him join us, baby?" Scott boldly challenges me.
I'm so hard. Scott has never been this secretive. Juan must be the reason for Scott's sluttiness. Having said that, I've never thought that Scott would have the hots for young guys. He likes masculine daddies. My little angel at this moment is testing my audacity. Or, maybe he just wants revenge? He wants me to have a taste of my own medicine--getting back at me for having a fling with Lance? My heart is beating rapidly trying to absorb all this.
"Excuse us," I mumble nervously, but Juan interrupts me, "No worries, I've seen it all...I mean..." The flabbergasted Juan is also lost for words at the moment.
We all pause for a few seconds, then Juan tries to break the still of the room with a laugh. His laugh is so silly that Scott and I can't help it but take part.
Then, Scott whispers in my left ear, "He's a camboy, remember? He's not shy."
"Come here," Scott seductively gestures Juan to approach us with his left palm.
"No. We can't do this, honey. You are crazy," I'm panicking.
"Hush...Stand up baby." Scott directs me.
Scott-----
I have never had any sexual intimacy with two men at the same time; therefore, having Juan's bulge adjacent to Mike's makes things feel uncanny but so hot. We all are so close that I can feel their breaths! I'm about venture into the unknown, serving the cock of someone else other than my husband's. I cannot help but marvel at the outline of Juan's penis through his jeans. That tiny yet undeniable wet spot around the cockhead is starting to grow wetter. With my left hand, I nervously reach out to harvest the concealed Latin fruit. It's so firm and warm. Soon, my other hand instinctively finds its way to my husband's covered furry basket. Wow! Mike's cock is already steel hard, dying for some fresh air. Is he that turned-on by this unplanned threesome? Maybe I can use this tactic to make Mike forget Lance?
Eyes closed, Mike and Juan put their arms on their shoulders momentarily, ecstatically enjoying my hand service. Not wanting to suffer their boys any longer, I begin unbuttoning the jeans and lowering their zippers. Soon, I reach inside to liberate their joysticks.
"So thick honey, take a look at Juan's." I frantically blurt out. From the corner of my eye, I spot my husband's appalling expression. Damn...I wish I had a measuring tape to gauge the thickness of Juan's manliness.
Mike-----
This is ridiculous. I can't believe Scott is pulling this shit out of nowhere. This could ruin my reputation if words get out, and I could possibly lose future projects. But, Scott's small hand on my stiff bulge just feels so nice. Then, I hear Scott say something about "thick." I'm not really sure what he means untiI he says, "Take a look at Juan's."
Scott is damn right. That thing can seriously ruin any tight hole. Even though I'm an ass man, I can't help but start studying his member closely. It looks about ½ inch shorter than mine, but the thickness--he's got me beat fair and square, and mine is quite thick. Interestingly, his genitals are darker than the rest of his body. Dark brown? He's got 2 nice large balls, probably the same size as mine. Those 2 round fleshly buttocks are begging to be eaten.
"Here...feel it baby." Scott encourages me. Before I realize it, Scott removes his hand from Juan's cock and takes my hand, placing it on Juan's warm, throbbing member.
Ummmmm...It's smooth like Scott's but more veiny. Fuck, I can barely grab my fingers around that, and I have big hands.
"It's my money maker," Juan suddenly comments.
Scott and I both grin at the comment as I withdraw my hand.
Scott-----
In no time, my hands and mouth are in for a serious workout. Jerking, sucking, and slurping, I make sure both men receive an equal amount of service. Starting with my Mike's cock, I fellate his organs hungrily until he's about to burst. Then, I switch my focus to the Latin stud. Mike is now leaning against his desk witnessing Juan, whose hands behind my back, slaughtering my mouth. I will not let Juan cum to soon, so I withdraw and return to my husband's dick.
While my mouth is stuffed with Mike's cock, I slowly take Mike's right hand and place it on Juan's brown uncut cock. Mike has no choice but surrenders to the temptation as he slowly but firmly pushes the shaft of his assistant back to reveal a dark leaking head. The boss is now applying more force to his protégé's hardness. Mike spends a good amount of time torturing the crown, culminating in loud moans from Juan. With my furtive glance, I see the 2 manly warriors intently staring at each other. As my deepthroat intensifies, Mike quivers, gasps out loud, and is forced to retreat his stare to prep for an explosion. But then, I stop, denying him his much-needed orgasm. Mike's dong is so wet and sleek.
I quickly withdraw from Mike and focus on the Latin man's delicious cock. I moan and suck Juan's organ hungrily while directing his left hand to meet my husband's wet throbbing dick. Juan slowly jerks Mike's member. He expertly pushes the shaft back and tightly squeezes it, temporarily depriving the penis of blood, causing the cockhead to suffocate, turning large and purple. At one point, I see Juan use his index finger pressing hard on my husband's cockhead, penetrating the piss slit, marking Mike's pee hole with his signature.
Mike-----
Juan is the first to spew his seeds inside Scott's mouth. The look on Scott's face as he swallows the potent semen of the young man is a mixture of guilt and yearning. Juan must have abstained from his orgasm for days because he ejaculates so much that a good amount of the escaped jizz is spread all over Scott's face. Without asking, the handsome man/boy positions himself behind me. Using both of his hands, Juan begins to tweak my hairy nipples--all happening while Scott is greedily slurping on my shaft and jerking his own. The stimulation from both the nipples and cock is sensational. I must have moaned loudly as I sense Scott removing his mouth from my dick. He's staring up at me like a lost puppy, leaving my dick throbbingly untouched. Fuck! The nipples...I can't hold it any longer as streams of cum shoot right out of my cock on to Scott's face. I don't remember the last time my dick ejaculated without being touched! We all rest a bit after the unexpected engagement then resume our work. What a morning!
Juan----
What a blow job I just got from my boss's husband. Damn! I can't concentrate on my work. The brain keeps refocusing on those lips of Scott licking the swollen skin of my shaft and savoring the essence of my precum. No! Focus! How I wish I could suck on Mike's large hairy nipples, masterfully tweaking them hard until they give in and naturally turn pointily. Scott kisses his way to the fattened crown of my dick. Scott's drooling mouth engulfing his husband's fat cock while one of Mike's hands playing with my balls. And, that tiny, tight ass of Scott is so delectable. This is too much; I need to get the hell out of here. I walk to Mike's office to announce, "Hey Mike, something comes up. You mind if I call it a day?"
"Is it because of what just happened? That was inappropriate...what we did," Mike apologizes.
"It was my fault," Scott wants to take the blame.
"No. It's not that."
"Then, what is it?" Scott asks.
I let out a sigh then speak, "I'm afraid I enjoyed it too much. Look at my crotch."
"Oh shit!" Mike involuntarily reaches out his right hand to give my hidden dick a gentle touch as if it really needed a confirmation.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you two ever since...that was really hot! But, I'm totally out of whack today. Look at my shit face!"
We all laugh, then Mike says, "Alright, see you tomorrow."
Mike-----
"Thank you, baby. That was quite special--what we did this morning," Scott says, trying to relive the moment.
"You were literally a slut...hungry for the cocks. Having said that, I don't think we should pull that stunt again ever...at least not while Juan is under my supervision."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Scott blushes as I gaze at him.
"My gosh! You should go look at yourself in a mirror. Rosy cheeks. Anyway, I'm glad that you are happy. Let's go to bed."
Juan finishes his assignment 3 days before the schedule--he's good. He is such a joy bringing positive energy into our lives. On his last day, I want to remunerate him, showing my appreciation for the help, but he turns it down like a gentleman. He only asks if I can be used as a career reference, and he wants to stay in touch with us. That absolutely makes Scott happy.
The Cancun vacation...
Mike-----
We initially planned to fly out from Los Angeles to Cancun. Scott thought it would be more fun to just rent a car and take a 4-hour or so drive to our destination. Due to the uncertainties as to the number of vacationers, the mode of transportation, and the likes, the company decided to give me a stipend instead. We cut the trip from 1 week to a few days because of the conflicting work schedules of Scott and Jase. We tried to invite others to partake, but all seemed busy with their lives except for Lance.
I've been to Cancun a few times, but Scott hasn't. That said, Cancun always amazes me every time I'm there. It has one of the most beautiful and unique beaches with soft white sand. Located in the southern part of Mexico, this idyllic place is surrounded by a deep blue, clear water. The scenery is just breathtaking.
Scott----
So, here's the plan. On the first day, we're just going to stroll around some shopping areas to take care of souvenirs shortly after our arrival. Then, we'll meet at a Mexican restaurant around 6 P.M. for dinner. After that, we will just relax and hang around the villa preparing for tomorrow's events. I can't wait to do zip lining. The Maya city of Chichen itza must be really awesome. Let's not forget about the snorkeling. Day 2 will be a free day--no planned activities and no commitments. Mike and I anticipate enjoying the beaches, getting a good tan, and getting it on under a beautiful sunset. As for Day 3, Jase, Mike and I plan to do some hiking. The slut, Lance, hasn't committed to that yet. When evening comes, we'll hit some clubs. Then, we'll head back to LA the next day.
Nothing seems too suspicious thus far between Lance and Mike--just a tinge of annoyance. As soon as we arrive at a shopping center, Lance quickly goes his way. Good! Go away. That leaves Jase, Mike, and me strolling down the mall leisurely. We finally stop by an interesting apparel store. While checking out merchandise, Mike suddenly informs me that he needs to stop by some store that we just passed.
"We can go there together after this," I suggest.
"No. You and Jase continue. I'll catch up with you guys in a bit," Mike rushes off without waiting for my reply. Something is not right.
It' been 30 minutes, and Mike is not back yet. He's not picking up his phone when I call him. I'm getting antsy.
"Where the hell did you go? 1 hour?" I try to contain my anger when Mike finally calls me back.
"I was just looking around. I lost track of time. Where are you?" Mike asks.
"The food court. Hurry up!"
We reunite shortly, but Lance comes back with him as well.
"I spotted him at the food court," Mike explains.
I'm not sure why he needs to explain to me. And, what a coincidence. Since the trip has just begun, I don't really want to ruin it with arguments.
The dinner is good. Mike and I finally have some private moment, sitting on a patio overlooking the calm ocean. We then exchange intimate kisses in the midst of cool breezes. That eventually ends up with me giving him a nice blowjob outdoor that can be observed by a few perverted beachgoers from below.
Mike-----
Since we arrived at this villa, Lance has made a pass at me a few times. Nothing has been outright, but enough to irritate Scott definitely. I remember Lance successfully massaged my private while I was standing between him and Scott with my left arm extended over Scott's shoulders, overlooking the ocean scenery from our patio. This happened in the morning of Day 2 about 2 hours before we began the activities. His groping was sporadic but insistent. Soon, I felt his left hand slowly reached inside my pants. Fortunately, my t-shirt was long enough to hide his arm as his fingers began to fondle my member boldly. His groping was briefly interrupted by some abrupt loud horn. It also shocked Scott as he recoiled only to cause his right thigh to smack on both my growing bulge and Lance's palm. I thought Scott knew what was going on because he quickly looked down and saw the protruding bulge being serviced. Scott pretendedly ignored the action, but I could actually hear his heavy excited breathing. It was nerve racking, but I let Lance proceed since Scott seemed to be okay. Soon, Lance unzipped the pants, released just the throbbing shaft, and stroked it away. The excitement from the exposure was just insane. I successfully did my very best not to be audible, but my firm grip on Scott's shoulder muscles must have given away some hint as to my impending orgasm from Lance's manipulation. Then, it happened. I spewed cum all over the rusted divider while gripping on to Scott. As his mission was accomplished, Lance excused himself to a bathroom after he tugged my penis back inside my pants.
Scott------
Day 2 has turned out to be a fun and exhausting experience. We finish all of the scheduled activities by 5 P.M. Jase wants to pay one of his relatives a visit. He will come back to meet me the next day at the villa so we can go meet someone he has just met. . I really want to spend more time with Mike, but at the same time I don't want to let Jase down, so I agree. Again, Lance takes off after the completion of the activities.
Something has been bothering me all day long. This morning while we were standing on the patio, something didn't seem right, but I wasn't sure. I knew that Mike had a hard-on. I thought I saw something else around his bulge after my thigh accidentally crashed against his member due to some loud horn. Later on, his tight grip on my shoulder felt strange. Since Lance was also around, I didn't want to make a big fuzz over things. I planned to scrutinize the surroundings after the events because I heard some wet sound similar to an ejaculation. Somebody must have cleaned up the place as I didn't see any incriminating trace.
During one of our activities, we have come across a gay couple who stays next to our villa. Troy, whose race is a mix between Caucasian and Vietnamese, is younger than his partner, Pete, Caucasian. The New York lovers invite us and a few others back to their place for more drinking and fun. As a light drinker, I'm starting to feel the effect of the alcohol at around 9 P.M. Plus, my neck is killing me because of those activities. I tell Mike to carry on while I'm heading back to enjoy a nice soothing, warm Epson salt bath.
While soaking away cozily, I'm alerted by an incoming text from Juan. As promised, he texts me the webcam site and his username, Young_Daddy_69! I try to contain the excitement, but the dick doesn't lie. We end up chatting for minutes about my trip and shit. I normally don't go for young guys, but there's something mysterious about Juan that makes me slightly jittery inside.
It's a bit past 10 P.M., but my husband is not back yet. I hope he has not passed out or something.
"What's going on?" I text Mike.
"Still here...they got some good weed baby...Come join us."
"LOL...Na...I'm just going to rest for a bit, but come back soon."
"Alright...if you change your mind, we're outside in the back by the pool," Mike concludes.
With a binocular, I quickly spot them lounging and smoking away near the pool from our bedroom window. Feeling at ease, I let Mike have his little fun time while checking out the site Juan introduced to me. Upon typing his username, I'm brought to a screen that says "Private session in progress..." Shit! My heart suddenly skips a beat. I keep trying and trying, but he's still in private. Should I pay to join the private chat? No, I'm too timid. Some rich guys must have paid good money for a long private show with him.
I must have dozed off because by the time I'm awaken by my bladder, it's 5 minutes past midnight. Mike is not back yet so I instinctively check out the pool again. On the left corner of their outdoor furniture is Troy fucking Pete mercilessly. Thank God for the outdoor flame lights, I have a really good view of the humping. The young mixed guy looks dominant as he pumps hard into the much older partner doggy-style while pulling his hair. Since the couple looked masculine when I met them, I thought it would be the other way around, but boy...I was wrong. Mike is not part of the fucking; he's just sitting at the other corner jerking off fearlessly while observing the pounding. I'm not sure if Mike is focusing on the older man's ass or the surprisingly large penis of the Adonis. He keeps switching his focus back and forth. Then, the young Troy creams inside his older partner's manly hole, triggering Mike's orgasm, causing him to shoot streams of cum all over his stomach. It only takes me a few more seconds to spew the cum on to my left palm. Not knowing what to do with it, I mindlessly swallow down my own sweet and salty juice. When I look back at the pool, Mike is already standing right next to Troy jerking away the cock that just fucked the shit out of his partner. The jerking is only for a few seconds before Mike begins to head back home. This is madness as I'm not exhibiting any anger at all. I'd better hurry back to bed before Mike gets back.
I must have overslept as I hear Jase trying to wake me up the next morning.
"Come on! We need to go. Hurry up!" Jase is impatient.
"Can you just go by yourself? I've got this hangover."
"Here drink this. Ginger tea--your mom's idea."
I sigh, "You see my husband?"
"In the patio."
"With Lance?"
"No. You're acting weird all of a sudden. Mike said he is doing some helicopter tour."
What? What helicopter tour? We never planned that."
"I don't know...maybe he hit it off with some guy...who knows. Come on, get up!"
"Alright! Just for a few hours though. I want to spend some time with my husband."
"Yeah...Yeah..." Jase is being dismissive.
"We're going to head out for a few hours," I announce to my husband.
"You guys want me to join? I can drive," Mike offers.
"He's having a date with some guy but too chicken to go by himself. It's going to be boring, baby. I'll be back in a few hours."
"I can't believe you just said that about me after what I've done for you!" Jase rebukes me in a nonserious way.
"Yeah...Yeah...let's go." I give Mike a kiss as we head out to the shop, located within the walking distance from our villa.
So...here we are. The man is cute. Actually, Billy is quite handsome, but loquacious. He's much older than Jase. WTF? When did he start having the hots for older guys? Interesting. We stop at some book/antique store just because it's there. Spending 40 minutes at the store, I feel like the third wheel. We end up empty handed.
"Let's go get some coffee," Jase suggests.
I give Jase a fake smile and say, "Sure. Look I'm just going to hang around for another 30 minutes. Got plans...sorry."
Jase suddenly pulls me aside and questions, "What plans?"
"You're fine with him. You two are connected and adorable. You don't need me here."
"I'm nervous!" Jase whispers.
"Just text me if he molests you or something," I tease Jase.
"Funny...funny..."
Finally! I'm off the hook. While on my way to reunite with Mike, I stop by a bakery store; Mike is going to like these goodies.
Mike is not in the living room. He's probably taking a nap in our shared room, but I don't see him. I'll try the pool. Wanting to surprise my husband, I start creeping up on him. My heart stops as I'm faced with a sight of Mike squatting down beside a young, smooth body in some speedo, lying on an adjustable pool lounger. Mike is giving this person a back massage. They are oblivious of my presence until alarmed by the sound of my dropped drink and bag. Finally, our faces meet. Much to my surprise, that person is none other than Lance.
Mike-----
What an experience it was watching a couple fuck in front of me last night. I wish Scott were with me--that would have been so hot, and we would have had a dual fuck right there. Man, that Asian dude could fuck! And, he did fuck the shit out of his partner. Hopefully one day we can get together again now that I have their contact.
It's already 10 A.M., and Scott is still in bed. I want to go in there to wake him up but decide not to since it's our vacation. Trying to keep myself busy, I get out my laptop and rest away in one of the pool loungers.
While I hope the remaining trip will be drama-free as I really want Scott to have a lasting impression of Cancun, I cannot deny my turn-on from the blatant seduction of Lance, especially when Scott is present.
"Heading out for a helicopter ride. Will be back late," Lance says as he strolls past me.
"Helicopter ride?? Where did that come from?"
"Well, you've been neglecting me, so I've got to take care of myself."
"Neglecting you?" I laugh so hard. "Whatever. When will you be back?" I ask.
"Don't know. Don't wait for me."
Moments later, Jase comes back from his relative's. We exchange greetings. Damn, he looks glowing and kind of cute. I'm not sure what is going on, but he goes looking for Scott. Before I know it, Scott and Jase announce that they are heading out to some coffee shop. My confusion is later clarified by my husband that Jase is meeting someone and wants Scott's company. Now, it makes sense. I let them go and revert to my relaxation.
As I'm enjoying the soothing instrumental music in the background, a loud sound from the gate suddenly ensues. Lance looks pissed as he walks toward the house.
"Don't ask," he blurts out.
Someone must have stepped on his tail or something. Ignoring him, I revert to my relaxation.
A moment later, Lance comes out and asks rudely, "Put this on my body? I don't want to get burned."
"Didn't your parents teach you proper manners?" My reprimand shocks Lance as well as myself.
"Please."
"Get on that lounger over there," I command.
The relaxed ambience has somehow turned the innocent sunscreen application into a sensual massage. From his cervical spine to his lower back, I apply copious amounts of sunscreen oil, gently but firmly kneading away to relieve the stiffness behind his back. I must have done a good job as Lance is starting to grunt. Captivated by his horny moans, I realize my hands are starting to go lower and lower toward those speedo hidden butt cheeks. Suddenly, someone drops something that temporarily distracts our euphoria. It's Scott, who is standing there shaking. Shit! I'm momentarily paralyzed, not knowing what to do. My head keeps yelling for me to stop and reunite with Scott, but my dick has none of that. I just squat there gazing at Scott without blinking. Many things are running through my mine--the sensual music, Scott's frightened face, Lance's soft, smooth skin, and my hard-on. Then, the unthinkable happens as I inaudibly mutter to Scott, "I'm sorry" while my hands unmistakably reach for Lance's red speedo waistband.
Scott continues intensely staring at me as my trembling hands are beginning to fondle Lance's buttocks. Those fat, soft buns of Lance are starting to have a major effect on my tightened speedo as well as Scott's jeans. While still eyeing Scott, I realize my middle finger is now involuntarily finding its way into Lance's wrinkle star. The sudden intrusion causes Lance to elicit a loud yearning moan. Scott defeatedly closes his eyes, absorbing the sexual vibe.
Lance-----
I can't believe it! Mike is pulling down my speedo in front of Scott in the daytime! Look at that horny face of Scott--so wanting to watch us fuck but in denial. Like it or not, your husband is going to impregnate me, right here, right now, in front of your face. Ouch! I feel a sudden jab at my butthole--so sudden, but nice. Mike is hungrily finger fucking me while completely ignoring his husband.
I need that cock in my mouth now. Tactically, I flip over to get up. Now standing with my arms wrapped around Mike's neck, we both lovingly stare at each other while Scott is about 10 feet away in disbelief. Slowly but surely, our lips touch. Mike initially shows a slight resistance, but I won't let go. I frantically suck on his lips until Mike yields. Our make-out passion eventually grows stronger. Soon, we find ourselves tongue sucking each other under the vigilance of Scott. The sound of the wet, saliva kiss is now overpowering the whole atmosphere.
Then, I make sure Scott hear me when I say to Mike, "Lay down baby."
With Mike lying on the pool lounger, I make certain that Scott has a clear view of his husband's very throbbing crotch under my care. I start pulling off Mike's speedo. His leaking cock is so rigid that it slaps me on my left cheek. Not wanting to waste the precum, I stick my tongue out and gingerly lick the juice that no longer belongs to Scott.
Oh my god, Mike's cock is so delicious. I cannot seem to have enough of it even after 10 minutes of sucking and slurping. The warm fleshy head keeps oozing out more precum. Those hairy balls, so large and full of cum, are reserved only for me. I can't wait to have Mike's babies unloaded in my rectum--all happening right in front of Scott.
"Get up!" Mike suddenly commands.
Mike-----
I need to have that hole. With Lance on his hands and knees, I enter him from behind hard while recognizing that Scott is watching. Eyes closed briefly, I take a deep breath while holding Lance's hips firmly, concentrating on his contraction as I pull my organ partially out of his chute. Then, I push it back in until the head of my dick slips quickly past his tight sphincter once again. Lance is crying out with pleasure. Suddenly, I hear an audible breath coming from my right side to realize that it's Scott huffing and puffing. His facial expressions are a mixture of yearning and despair--wishing he was Lance at the very moment. Although I'm facing Scott, all I can concentrate on is this succulent hole, wanting to pull my cock in deeper. I keep jabbing at his backdoor. Then, with one deep push, his ass touches my hairy pubes. I'm about to cum as I withdraw my equipment with the exception of the dickhead. With my eyes still fixing on Scott, I ask him, "Do you want to see me cum in Lance?"
Scott-----
My husband is about to breed Lance in front of me! The frothy mixture of Mike's precum and spit is leaking out of Lance's hole as Mike plunges into Lance. My presence does not hinder his passion for marking Lance his. And then, I hear Mike's loud grunt. Right then, his cock is completely buried in Lance's ass. His head starts tilting back a bit as his body begins shaking, indicating the start of fertilization. Then, Mike slowly withdraws his shaft except for the head. I'm nervously excited as Mike stares at me, asking if I want to see him cum in Lance's chute. I find myself unable to speak. Reasonableness has been tainted as my head is starting to betray me by involuntarily nodding while tears are escaping from my eyes. Then, with a final thrust, Mike's pubes touch Lance's butt cheeks. He holds it there, quivering as he deposits his essence into Lance's. I cannot take my eyes away from that penis as it is slowly pulled out of the flooded hole, still throbbing and dripping with cum. The sight of Lance's stretched rectum regurgitating some seminal fluids only makes me more envious. When the horniness has died down, Mike is walking toward me.
"Get away from me." I rush to our room with tearful eyes. Mike is running after me.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Mike tries to embrace me tightly as we are standing in our bedroom. As much as I try to get away, he is just too strong for me.
"You like it. Admit it," Mike whispers to me.
"Fuck you! You piece of shit! What are you doing? Stop!" Mike is using his left hand to undo my zipper while holding me tightly.
"Let it go. Release it." My cheating husband begins pumping my forsaken cock.
"No! No!" I cry.
Without thinking, I bite him hard on his right bicep. That doesn't hinder his resolve as he continues jerking me.
"Stop! No! I hate you! Why are you doing this to me?" I cannot surrender to this humiliating lust, but I cannot control my dick! Soon, streams of spunk are gushing all over the bed. Elated but heartbroken, I spit in Mike's face, pushing him away hard.
While trying to rush to the bathroom to hide myself from the world, Mike tries grabbing my right arm to say something. Then, he slips. I try to catch his hand, but it's too late. My right fingers accidentally scratch his right cheekbone hard. Without thinking, I take a wrapped box sitting on a drawer and drop it hard on to the floor, shattering the material within. There's a thin line of blood on Mike's face as he picks up the box. After piecing the fragments together, he defeatedly sighs, "There goes your suspicion at the mall the other day." It is a decorative plate--broken--with engraved words "Mike and Scott--forever and ever." It dawns on me then that he was being sneaky at the mall that day just to get this for me as a surprise.
Not knowing what to say further, Mike puts on some clothes and leaves the room. I chase after him only to hear him say to Lance, "Let's go."
I've been crying for hours in our bedroom alone. My best friend is out there having a good time with his date. My husband took off with his lover. As for me, I have no one but this broken plate.
I'm starting to feel antsy as it's already 9 P.M., but Mike is not back yet. I've called and texted Mike numerous times without any responses. I've even texted Lance--no response as well. Then, suddenly the sound of someone drunkenly singing in the living room wakes me up from my drowse. Mike and Lance are both intoxicated, unsteadily dancing and singing as I come into view.
"You! You! Wanna dance?" my wasted husband asks.
"You two are fucking drunk!"
"You don't want to dance with your husband? Or you just want to watch? Huh?"
"You're drunk Mike." I'm trying to escort him to bed.
"Get away from me! I'm flying!" Mike continues, "Oh...I know what you want! You want to see us fuck right? You dirty slut!"
"You're not making any sense, babe. Let's go!"
"No!" With that Mike takes Lance face and kisses him hard right in front of my face.
The brief French kiss is then interrupted as Mike directs Lance, "Get over there! Sit on my dick. I want to give my baby a good show."
"Oh! You, naughty daddy," the equally drunk Lance gets excited.
Before I know it, Lance is bouncing his hole on my husband's cock. The flaccid cock keeps popping out of that dirty asshole. I've had it with their pathetic craziness, so I just leave, heading back to my room without a clue as to what I want to do. About 10 minutes later, I realize that they have passed out with Lance on the floor holding my husband limp cock while Mike is crashing on the couch. So pissed, I don't even bother to deal with them.
I keep going in and out of sleep for the rest of the night. Suddenly, I hear someone talking. I'm not sure if it's a dream or reality. But, the sound keeps getting louder. I think it's coming from the kitchen. I need to check it out. Hiding behind the wall, I realize those voices are from none other than Mike and Lance.
"Leave him. He's no good for you." I hear Lance begging.
"No!" Mike then continues, "You are crazy. I'm not leaving Scott. I fucked you because I thought Scott enjoyed it. It was a misunderstanding. I was so wrong."
"No!" Lance starts weeping. "How could it be a misunderstanding? Just last night, you told me you loved me when we were dancing at the club!"
"I was drunk!" Mike strikes back.
"You know damn right that he cannot satisfy you sexually as I can. Why are you being ignorant?" Lance argues.
"Look. You might be a better fuck than Scott. And, I'm in lust with you. But...but...Scott is the love of my life. Do you understand? It's more than just sex. He's my soulmate."
Mike pauses for a few seconds then continues, "I don't expect you to grasp it, but hopefully one day you will...when you find your true love."
"Why can't you see it? I'm in love with you!"
"I'm sorry...Fuck! I can't. I will not leave Scott!"
"He's not going to forgive you for what you did!? You fucked me in front of him, and you enjoyed it! Let's just start over. Be with me."
"It doesn't matter! Scott has every right to hate me. If he decides to leave me, that's his prerogative."
Mike goes on, "This thing between you and me, it's just sex. I'm sorry, but that's it."
"Come on! I don't want to share you with him," Lance pleas.
"You are very delusional, Lance. Can you stop touching me?"
"How could you do this to me, baby?" Lance's voice sounds like he's crying.
"Lance. Listen!"
"Stop touching me!" Lance screams suddenly. "You cannot just fuck me whenever you feel like it, you know...I have feelings too!"
"Excuse me! You come on to me every time! And, you're accusing me of seducing you?" Mike strikes back.
"Where are you going? We are leaving today?" Mike continues.
"Screw you! Don't fucking follow me!" Lance angrily runs off.
Then, I hear the door slammed. I rush back to the bedroom pretending to be asleep.
Lance-----
I've never been this hurt and humiliated in my entire life. Fuck you, Scott! Mike is going to be mine. Think Lance. Think! Mike already prefers you over his husband sexually. All you need now is make him fall for you emotionally. But how? Fuck it! I'll find someone else...there are plenty more fish in the sea. But I can't get Mike out of my head!
Scott------
It's been 20 minutes since their argument, and Mike still hasn't approached me. What's going on? More time has passed. Feeling anxious, I sneak into the living room to find that Mike is sitting there contemplating. Trying to get his attention, I pretend to make a sound as I walk into the kitchen. Mike turns.
"Hey...Can we talk?" Mike asks weakly.
"I don't think there's much to say."
"Look, what I did is detestable. I'm truly sorry. I'm so embarrassed to even ask for your forgiveness. But...you deserve to hear this. I never meant to hurt you; I will always love you no matter what happens."
Don't cry Scott. Don't cry. I remind myself.
"You love me? You love me so much that you fucked someone else in my face!"
Without a reply, Mike is defeated.
Then, tears are starting to fall down my face as I continue, "I overheard your conversation with him earlier."
I'm waiting for Mike to say something, but it looks like he's waiting for me to continue my sentence.
"Look...part of it was my fault." I'm sobbing as I continue, "I was afraid I would lose you."
"Come here." Mike is hugging me.
"Sorry for confusing you. You were right...I did get turned on by this...but I was too scared...what has happened to me? I'm a sick person!"
"No baby....shhhh...I love you...Should we go see a marriage counselor?" Mike asks.
"I don't know," I reply.
"You don't have to worry about Lance anymore...I won't see him," Mike is comforting me.
"No...baby...listen...we've been together for so long...and I dare say I know what my husband wants. I know you have a thing for Lance, but I also know you did it just because you knew that it would turn me on."
"No baby...it's just us from now on...I promise," Mike tries to reason.
"Please! No promises...You cannot make promises...because it will hurt me more if you break them!" I continue, "If you want a temporary separation, I understand."
"No. I don't want a separation!" Mike insists.
"Let's just give us more time. Let's take things slowly."
"No separation. No. I don't know what I would do without you," Mike looks frightened as he admits it.
"Fine...let's just do things together...so that everyone is happy then?" I'm not sure what I'm asking.
Fuck! I think I have done it again, confusing Mike with my words by the looks on his face. I'm going to try it again, "What I'm trying to say is if all you want from Lance is sex, then I might be able to accept that gradually...as long as you love me, and our lovemaking is not compromised. You accommodated me the other day when we were together with Juan. It is selfish if I cannot do the same thing for you. But...I just need time to get accustomed to this. The bottom line is I want both of us to be happy."
I can't tell if Mike is interested in my proposal with his expression. But, I really want to get together with Juan again or with someone else in a threesome.
"Baby, I don't think I can do that to you again. I saw your frightened face earlier!" Mike speaks in a quavering voice. "I cannot treat my baby like that."
"Look I'm ok! I really am...it was just too foreign to me. Please don't make promises that you cannot keep. Let's just take things one day at a time. Okay?"
He makes me want to weep again, but I have to get my message across, "We can expand our sex life, and it doesn't have to be Juan or Lance. It can be someone else...as long as we're both happy and satisfied, fair?"
Mike stays silent, but I think he finally acquiesces my proposal.
Giving me a peck on the forehead, Mike announces, "I think it's time to go home."
"What about Lance?" I ask.
"I'll text him; he'll probably take an Uber home."
"I'll phone Jase. What about the broken plate? Can we drop by that place again to get a replacement?"
"Well...that's going to come out of your allowance." Mike then smacks me in the ass and continues, "let's start packing."