The following is a fiction about a gay marriage filled with seduction and hot sex. If you are under the age of 18 or reading such material is illegal in your jurisdiction, please don’t read it.
Scott—-
After a long, exhausting, 12-hour shift, I finally reach the destination–our house. I park the car then walk to the mailbox. It’s a humid morning of July. As I’m getting the stuff from the mailbox, Darla, a neighbor who lives right across from us approaches me.
“Hmmm…I’m not sure if I should say this but hmmm…yesterday I saw your husband with some guy horsing around. It was a brief encounter, but I think they were hugging or something.”
Darla pauses while I’m just staring at her in disbelief.
“I should have just minded my own business. Maybe that was nothing. Sorry,” Darla, a gossip queen in the neighborhood, whispers in my ear.
“No. No. I appreciate it. But…what do you mean? What are you saying? What does he look like? I mean…did you hear them say anything?” I’m so angry, but I try to compose myself.
“Sorry sweetie…I didn’t hear anything. He’s just like you!!! Skinny and small. About 5’6″. You should eat more! Any way…he’s blond…quite attractive. Sorry. Maybe it was nothing.”
We are just standing there in silence for about 10 seconds, but it seems like minutes.
“Well thank you Darla…Hmmm…Can you keep this between us until I find out what’s going on, please? I’m sure it’s nothing like you said.”
Darla nods her head and slowly walks back to her house.
I’m so confused and angry, but I’m also experiencing this unexpected sexual adrenaline rush. What the hell is going on with my body? My husband might have been cheating on me, but my penis is slowly expanding wanting to escape from the confinement of my jeans.
Pacing back and forth in the living room, I’m trying to recollect my thoughts. We do know people and friends who are blond, but I doubt that they would fit in the category of what my husband would call “hot.” I’m thinking to myself. Mike likes twinks, especially Asian–thin, smooth, and slightly feminine. That’s why we are a perfect match–I suppose.
I continue pondering…could it be the guy at our party 3 weeks ago? It was Mike’s 46th birthday party. Lance? That annoying blond who came to the party with one of Mike’s nieces, Rose. I know he is a college student and very chatty. He’s just a kid in his early 20’s–too young! But he’s a twink–a gorgeous one indeed. Then I snap back to reality–I’m only about 7 years older than him if he’s 20. Someone at the party said he has a boyfriend who is twice his age! Shit…is he like me, having the hots for daddy-type guys?? But like Mike, Lance is Caucasian, not Asian.
These involuntary, nonsensical thoughts are bombarding my already exhausted mind while my never-this-stiff-before penis doesn’t want to soften. What to do? I ponder. Fuck let’s just keep quiet and see what he has to say, or maybe I should just spy on them to see what the fuck is going on. Our sex is great, though. What the hell?
I wait until my 5 1/2″ dick has deflated enough then enter our bedroom. Mike is already in the bathroom cleaning. Normally I would just change my work clothes, kiss Mike, and hit the sack after a long 12-hour shift, but I can’t. I’m restless and horny. Who could just sleep away after hearing this forbidden stuff about your spouse? The love of your life is reportedly sharing intimacy with someone else. I’m just lying in our bed numb-headed staring at the wall. Time seems to pass by ever so slowly.
Suddenly I hear a buzz from Mike’s phone. It’s an incoming text. After checking to make sure the bathroom door is still closed, I istanbul travesti attempt to access Mike’s phone. I have no luck because the phone is password protected, but the text message is somehow shown after I press down on his phone.
“Hey…Thanks a lot for being my 5-minute HOT BOYFRIEND. I hope it’s enough to get rid of that asshole. : -P. Those lips look very convincing BTW. I mean clips lol.”
WTF…oh! Maybe Mike was just helping a friend out like the text says–I analyze. Still, he should have discussed with me, but he didn’t. We are honest with each other. And…what clips? Nude?
I don’t recognize the phone number, so I jot it down quickly just for future references. What am I doing? This is so not me. I’m desirable, but why am I behaving like a reject?
“Hey, morning babe,” my husband cheers as he exits the bathroom with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist revealing a mouth-watering outline of his thick cock. Mike gets closer to me trying to French kiss me. I jerk causing the kiss to hit my right cheek. I hope my rage and jealousy are not too obvious.
“Long day babe?” Mike asks.
“Yeah…kind of tired…just want to lie here.” I really don’t know what else to say. I’m waiting for Mike to fucking tell me about the incident. Nothing is said.
“Okay babe…I’ll let you rest. I’ll catch you later in the afternoon.” That is all Mike has to say before dropping the bath towel to change.
I catch a glimpse of his naked body. What a man! John Hamm resemblance but with a little bit more muscle on the shoulder. Roaming over his body from the hairy chest to a nice thick treasure trail attached to those slightly 6-pac abs leading to a thick, unkempt bush of pubes lying on top of that 6-inch thick, flaccid cock that will expand to 8 inches when hard, I drool. For the first time ever, I am starting to worry about the possibility of losing him.
I’m restless because of this perverse turn-on caused by the purported infidelity. I desperately want to find out, but how am I going to do it? My brain gives up, so I doze off for a while.
Mike is working on some F he’d work. He loves long weekends too. We do things together most of the time. I love him, and I’ve been supporting him financially and morally with no complaints. Scott’s dad passed away when he was about 7. Before our marriage, he lived with his mom. I have talked with him about having his mother live with us, but the lady has declined. We’ve joked about her having the hots for one of her neighbors. We’ve been having sex more than usual–I’m not sure what happens, but I won’t complain.
Something does feel kind of weird lately. Scott seems preoccupied with something. I’ve tried to engage him in conversations, but his focus seems to be elsewhere at times. As for me, I honestly feel younger and more relevant. I know it may be wrong, but it’s refreshing to be complemented by someone else other than your spouse, especially when you are 46. I’ve been living with Scott for good number of years. I hope the novelty is not going to wear off–it’s easier said than done though.
Lance and I have chatted more lately. He does most of the talking. He is a slut, and I’ve told him that. However, I’m not sure how much longer I can abstain before falling into his casual seduction. That said, Scott is the love of my life, and I intend to have a family with him.
I feel kind of awful sometimes when I see Scott’s disapproving gesture as he witnesses my engagement in texting with Lance while Scott and I are together. In all fairness, Scott also texts his friends too–a lot.
Lance sends me a text inviting us to one of his school plays.
Lance: I’m istanbul travestileri in a play tomorrow at 4 PM at my school. Wanna come and watch?
Me: What? You!!? LOL.
Lance: What do you mean? I’m a good actor. ; -).
Lance: Come on…it’s gonna be fun…I’m so nervous.
Me: Alright…I’ll ask Scott.
Lance: What? Oh ok. I was just thinking…
Me: Scott is cool. We all should hang out together more.
Lance: Yeah. Yeah. A wimp he is j/k
Me: Be nice…lol
“Babe, Lance has invited us to one of his plays tomorrow.” I ask Scott, who is sitting in the loveseat adjacent to me playing with his own smart phone.
“I don’t know. I’m meeting Jase and Linh tomorrow.”
“You see them all the time! It’s not like they’re going anywhere. Come on it’s just a play.” I must have raised my voice a bit. I don’t know why I did it, but I hope Scott doesn’t take it the wrong way.
“What time? Alright…I’m not going to lie if it sucks,” Scott reluctantly agrees.
“Baby, you need to have some fun. Where’s the Scott I used to know.” With that I jump on him, tickling him.
I continue, “Also, sometimes later, we need to do something with all the cheap wine your cousin gave us. How’s he doing at that wine company?”
“I don’t think he likes it there. He’s just not a salesperson per se. I think he wants to venture into real estate or something,” Scott speaks.
“That’s selling too,” I remind Scott.
“I know! I really don’t know what he wants,” Scott sighs.
“I mean we’ve given away the wine to friends already, right? Maybe just donate the rest?” Scott suggests.
“To whom? We still have like about 5 cases and a half,” I laugh out loud.
“Or maybe we’ll have a wine party? Eat, drink, games, movies, drink some more. Heh…heh…Just a few of our close friends though. I don’t want to clean up the mess after the party. You know what I mean. And they can stay for the night since we all, I’m sure, will be drunk like shit,” Scott suggests.
“Well…I’m ok, but you’re not a drinker. You’ll be turning into a wild Samantha after 3 glasses,” I tease Scott.
“Well…if I pass out, then you’re gonna keep them company. And…also, don’t forget about the clean-up,” Scott is trying to pass that drudgery on to me.
With my right hand, I turn Scott’s head around and gently kiss his forehead. Using both of my arms, I then lift him up carrying him to our bed.
I’m extra horny tonight because Scott hasn’t attended to my sexual needs for 2 days due to his work schedule. To make it worse, Lance keeps sending naughty texts.
As I lay Scott down on our bed, I slowly remove his shirt and start licking his right nipple making it all wet and sensitive. Hovering over him, I use my left hand to raise his head for a French kiss. I claim his mouth momentarily while massaging his other nipple.
I need my big fat rod sucked so I break the kiss and take his hand guiding it to my crotch. Scott fondles my shaft with his hand until it gets rigid. Then…he starts licking the outline of my cock through my jeans.
“Take it out,” I command.
Scott complies, and soon his mouth is all over my cock. He deepthroats me until he gags, drooling with saliva.
Once my fat dick is all hard and wet with a mix of my precum and his saliva, I turn Scott around and hit home. I fuck him hard and slow. With my right hand, I reach down to find his little cute hard cock and jerk it away.
I’m so horny; therefore, it doesn’t take me long to flood his rectum with my man juice. Scott cums just right after being bred.
Scott—
“Morning baby,” I say.
Mike yawns and just lays there.
“Come travesti istanbul on…get up, you, lazy head.” I reach down and feel his crotch. This is one of the fastest ways to get his attention.
“Yeah, keep doing that.” In no time the monster becomes so stiff that it sticks out on the left side of his boxers. I stop, get up, and say “I’ll make you breakfast.”
“No fun,” Mike complains.
We walk for a few minutes to the auditorium after Mike parks his BMW. Lance spots us first. Fuck the guy literally runs to Mike and hugs him without regard to my presence. I can sense Mike feeling awkward, but he accepts it anyway. I’m just standing there like a stranger watching these love birds reunite for a few seconds. Then Lance raises his right palm up to say hi to me.
“I’m glad you two can make it. Come, follow me,” Lance exhilarates. We all start walking to the auditorium with Lance leading the way. I casually peak at my husband as we walk and catch him occasionally staring at those bouncing butt cheeks of Lance; he is dressed in some tight beige-colored spandex play outfit.
Lance has long curly sandy blond hair that almost touches his shoulder coupled with those gorgeous ocean blue eyes. I’m envious of that fat ass. We are both same size, but how is that possible that his globes are thicker?
Lance is a good actor, very lively on stage and into his character. We are fortunate to be seated in the second row. You can actually see the details of the uniforms of the actors and hear the conversations clearly. The only drawback is that it’s a little brighter than those rows behind due to the stage lighting.
After watching for 30 minutes, I need a little stretch, so I turn my head casually in my husband’s direction with my face inadvertently facing his crotch. Right there I witness what looks like a healthy size bulge. I then peek at his face to find out that he is gazing in Lance’s direction.
My heart is beating rapidly while my head is starting to tickle due to my witnessing of Mike’s seeming arousal. I want to just tell my husband that we should just leave by making up some excuses. However, the pressure coming from my dick is just too stimulating. I need some fresh air, so I excuse myself to a nearby bathroom. I get in a bathroom stall, lock the door, pull down my pants, and jerk my cock rapidly while being upset. I don’t want to cum though because I don’t want the euphoria to end.
Pulling up my pants, I give my face a rinse then return to my seat. Mike sees me as I approach him. We glance at each other while he is inadvertently scratching his crotch with the right hand.
“You’re okay baby?” He whispers.
“Yeah. Let’s continue watching,” I assure him.
The show was just okay, but the acting was great. We are now waiting outside the auditorium for Lance to come out to say goodbye.
“You guys want to join us for a play party,” Lance asks.
I instinctively jump in and decline, “I think we’ll pass this time, but great show.”
Lance then looks at Mike, who then turns glancing at me. I can sense the disappointment on Mike’s face as he announces, “Yeah, next time.”
That night as we are settling in our bed, Mike asks, “Did you have fun? What do you think about the play?”
“Yeah…it was refreshing. I don’t remember the last time we were at a play. I mean to be honest the play was just okay, but the actors were good. Lance was great though–so energetic and lively. He was very into his character. Maybe we should invite him over sometimes. You know you, me, him, Jase, Linh, and a few others…it’ll be fun…And you don’t have to worry about running out of things to say with Lance around.” I laugh at the last sentence but also realize I have just accidentally expressed my welcoming Lance to our house!
“Great! I’ll tell him that. Our place is big enough to throw some serious parties. And just for the record, I hated my seat–fucking dirty and sticky.”