Jealousy crept into my mind as I wondered if Chad had been fucking somebody else.
“The house alarm went crazy last night and wouldn’t stop. Melissa was away and wouldn’t come home, not that she’d have been able to do anything anyway.”
“I see.” My jealousy retreated.
“I had no choice but to check in here. I have no idea where the alarm documents are kept.”
I laughed. “How long is Mel away for?”
“Until tonight – so she says. I swear she’s being deliberately awkward.”
I didn’t really want to talk about Melissa. “So, you have a hotel room, and you’re free to play?” My cock was already straining against my trousers.
“If you’ve got time for me, yes. My big dick is all yours, and if you come right over, I have a little extra surprise for you.”
“Tell me.”
“Come over and I’ll show you.”
“Okay, text me the address and room number.”
“Will do.”
Seconds later, my phone buzzed and I clicked the message open. Chad sent a picture of him standing naked in front of a hotel mirror, his rock hard monster cock in his hand.
The room number and address accompanied the picture.
Desperate to wrap my lips around Chad’s cock, I rushed out of the office and jumped into the car.
I dialed Jenna’s number, hoping she felt better.
“Hello,” she said, sounding brighter.
“Hi, how are you feeling?”
“Much better,” she replied. “But feeling guilty for wasting all that food last night.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I stroked my cock as she spoke. Looking down, I could see the wet patch – pre-cum oozing through.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight – a nice cooked meal and a movie. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
“Good, and best of all, the girls are at my parents for a few more days, so we have the house all to ourselves.”
“That is good news,” I said, smirking. “Not the fact my girls aren’t there, but because I get to have you all to myself.”
“It’ll be a night to remember – I’ll make sure of it.”
“Can’t wait, but listen, I’m on my way to a meeting, so can I phone you later on?”
“Of course,” she answered. “See you tonight.”
“Love you,” I replied, eager to get to Chad’s hotel room.
Chapter Thirteen
I stood outside room 217 and tapped on the door.
“Come in,” Chad shouted.
I pushed the door open and found him lying on the bed, naked. His cock was rock hard and I noticed the leather cock ring he was wearing. “Nice cock ring.”
“Took your time,” he said, slapping his meaty dick.
“I got here as fast as I could,” I replied, looking at his handsome face.
“Not fast enough, but as punishment, look in that bag over there.”
There was a plastic carrier bag on the table. I picked it up and looked inside before retrieving a pair of stockings and a suspender belt.
“What’s this?” I asked.
He chuckled.
“I want you to wear them while I fuck you.”
“You want me to wear stockings and suspenders? Forget it,” I said, pissed off. “I’m not a fucking woman.”
“I didn’t say you were,” he said with a cocked eyebrow
“I’ll look stupid.”
Chad climbed off the bed and grabbed hold of me, kissing me gently on the lips. “You’ll look hot – please wear them. For me.” He gave me the little boy lost look and I melted.
*
I felt self-conscious changing into the stockings and suspenders in front of Chad and made a feeble excuse about having to go to the bathroom.
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “If you don’t want to wear them, it’s fine – it was just an idea.”
“No, I’ll wear them. I’ve just got to figure out how to get them on first.” I laughed along with him.
“Go on then, shy boy. I’ll be here waiting, but don’t keep me waiting too long.”
I closed the bathroom door behind me and stripped out of my clothes.
Admittedly, Chad had exquisite taste – the stockings were black, and shimmered in the light. Heightened with a lace top, they felt as good as they looked.
I pulled the suspender belt up to my hips then sat on the edge of the bath tub, easing my feet gently into the feet of the stockings – worried I’d rip them if I was as heavy handed as Jenna often accused me of being.
“Come on,” Chad called out. “Stop teasing me.”
“Wait,” I replied.
I rolled the stocking up my left leg, just past my thigh and felt my cock begin to harden.
Damn, they felt good, I thought.
I did the same with the right stocking.
I was so aroused I could have cum there and then, but I knew what Chad had in store for me, so left my cock alone.
I fastened the suspender belt to the stockings and stood up, staring at myself in the mirror.
Looking good, I said quietly to myself.
My tanned, muscular legs looked good in the stockings.
I posed in the mirror for a minute.
“If you don’t come out of there, I’m coming in.”
Chad wasn’t the most patient man in the world, so I decided to give him what he wanted.
I walked out of the bathroom.
“Fuuuuck,” he said, his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth. “Come here, you sexy cunt.”
His American accent turned me on so much.
He was wide eyed, and couldn’t take his eyes off of me.
I watched his cock stand to attention.
“Do you like?” I asked.
“You’re the hottest man in the universe – did I ever tell you that before?”
“Plenty of times. Now, you got me in these stockings -- what do I get out of it?”
He jumped off the bed, his naked body looking good enough to eat. Dropping to his knees he gripped my cock and opened his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my cock and gently massaged the shaft of my cock with his lips.
“You’ll make me cum if you suck my dick like that,” I said, trying to edge away from him.
“No, you don’t,” he said, briefly taking my cock out of his mouth. “I wanna take my time with your dick and eat your load.”
Chad rarely sucked my cock – he was usually more dominant in the bedroom, but seeing me in the stockings and suspenders seemed to have caused a total switch in his sexual persona.
He concentrated on my cock again.
I looked down and watched his mouth stretch around my fat cock. Taking the opportunity, I grabbed the back of his head and thrust my cock deep into his mouth.
He retched, but I didn’t release my grip and continued to thrust my cock until I felt it hit the back of his throat.
“Breathe through your nose,” I said.
Chad continued to retch – the gagging noises making my cock throb harder.
I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose and he stopped gagging. He was enjoying this, I could tell by the moaning noises he made.
My head rolled back as my balls slapped against his chin.
“Suck it, you dirty cunt,” I said, looking down at him. “Make me cum.”
He grunted his response, but I couldn’t hold off any longer.
I was going to cum.
“You want my load?” I asked
“Mmmm,” was all he could manage with a mouthful of my cock.
I couldn’t hold it any longer and my hot load erupted at the back of his throat. I grabbed a handful of his hair, making sure he didn’t back away, making sure he swallowed it all, then when I was sure, I stepped back.
Chad looked up at me, wide eyed -- tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Fuck,” he spluttered. “That was a big load.”
“You loved it,”
I said, cockily.
“Yeah, but I’m gonna make you pay for raping my mouth,” he said grabbing a fistful of my hair in return and forcing me down onto my knees. “Open your mouth, slut,” he commanded and I obeyed, taking his massive, veiny cock to the back of my throat.
He face fucked me for a few minutes then pulled me up by my hair, pushing me backwards onto the bed.
“I’m gonna fuck you until your ass is raw,” he said.
Chad lifted my legs, running his hands down the silky stockings, then pressed his bell end against my arsehole.
“Give it to me,” I begged, wanting to feel him inside me so badly.
“Beg for my cock,” he said. “I wanna hear how much you want it.”
“Fuck me please, Chad. Slam your cock up my arse and fill me up.”
“Good boy,” he replied, smiling at me. “You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied.
He grabbed my face and leaned in, kissing me forcefully, slipping his tongue into my mouth as his cock prodded my arsehole.
I responded, grabbing his tongue playfully between my teeth.
I let go of his tongue as I felt his cock pushing into me, my arse clamping around it.
I moaned, forgetting how good it felt when he stretched me wide open.
“Your arse feels amazing around my cock,” he said, gripping my ankles, forcing my legs back and plunging deep into me.
“Aaaah,” I cried, grabbing hold of his pecs and squeezing them. “Screw me harder.”
Chad slammed in and out of me for what seemed like an eternity.
I lay back, closed my eyes, enjoying every inch of him.
He groaned and I knew he was going to cum – I could tell by his face.
“I want it in my mouth,” I said and he pulled out, climbing over me, his hard cock in his hand.
Slowly, he pulled his foreskin back and forth, covering my face in his thick spunk.
Chapter Fourteen
We lay on the bed talking. He slipped the words into the conversation.
“I love you, ya know,” Chad said, staring into my eyes.
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my back to him.
He touched my back, but I didn’t know what to say.
“Chad, please. Not this again.” I finally acknowledged his feelings.
“You don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know how I feel. I lost you all those years ago by lying to myself, and to you, and I don’t want it to happen again.”
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. “I can’t give you what you want – you have to understand that.”
“I know, but it doesn’t stop me wishing.”
“Why waste your life wishing for something that’ll never be?”
“Because it’s all I have left, Zane.”
I turned to face him – the look of hurt on his face wasn’t something I ever expected to see
“Please don’t look at me like that.” I couldn’t stand to see the pain in his eyes.
“I’m not looking at you like anything.”
But he was lying, I knew it.
“I don’t love you like that – not anymore. I’m sorry, but the love I felt for you died when you shut me out years ago. I moved on and married Jenna, and I’ll never leave her.”
“Then what are we doing?” he hissed.
“For me, fun with my best friend.”
He sniggered. “So, I’m just a fuck?”
“You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t change meeting you again for anything, but I’ve never given you the impression this is anything more than fun. I love you, but I’m not...”
Chad interrupted me. “Save it for somebody else.”
He jumped off the bed and picked his jeans up from the floor.
“Where’re you going?”
“Anywhere you’re not.” He wouldn’t even look at me.
“Come on, I don’t wanna argue with you. I’ve always been honest with you.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier, does it?” He looked at me, and for the first time, I could see his vulnerability.
He stepped into his jeans, pulled them up and fastened them. Pulling the knitted jumper over his head then bending down to pull his trainers on, he grabbed his bag and stormed toward the door.
“Chad, please,” I shouted, stunned the mood had changed so quickly. “Come on, let’s talk about it.”
“Go home and talk to your wife.”
His words cut me to the bone and I watched as he opened the door and slammed it behind him.
I sat on the bed, naked, incredulous.
Chapter Fifteen
I needed to calm myself down before I got home.
Pulling over on the hard shoulder, I dialed Chad’s number, but after two rings, I was diverted to voicemail.
I refused to speak to a machine and angrily sent a text.
Grow the fuck up.
Seconds later, he replied.
Go home to your wife.
I was furious and wanted to call him, yell at him, tell him he was behaving like a child, but I knew he wouldn’t pick up anyway.
But, he wasn’t behaving like a child.
He was in love with me, and hurting.
I was hurting him, and besides Jenna and my girls, he was the last person I wanted to hurt.
Knowing I’d never be able to love him like he wanted, I had no other option, but to talk to him face to face and end it.
*
I pulled up outside my house, took a deep breath, and opened the front door,
The delicious smell of food cooking wafted toward me, and suddenly I was ravenous.
Jenna was obviously feeling better.
“Is that you, Zane?” she called.
“Yep,” I replied, “Just me.”
I walked into the kitchen and looked at my beautiful wife, pulled her into a hug and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“Good day?” she asked.
“Stressful,” was my reply.
“Well, go and jump in the bath – it’s just us again and I’ve cooked your favourite – roast beef.”
“I won’t be long,” I said.
“Take your time – I lent a film from Ellie. We can snuggle up and watch it after dinner, if you want?”
“Sounds good,” I replied. “I could do with a relaxing night – tomorrow’s gonna be a bitch of a day.”
*
I took the beef out of the oven and left it to rest.
Everything else was prepared and would keep until Zane got out of the bath.
Walking into the living room, I took the DVD I’d burnt earlier out of my handbag and placed it in the player.
I was terrified – my marriage was over and tomorrow morning I’d wake up and have to tell my daughters that Daddy wasn’t going to be living with us anymore.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat and set the table ready for dinner.
Chapter Sixteen
Chad pulled into the driveway and jumped out of his flashy black Audi.
Melissa was already home and thankfully the alarm wasn’t ringing, so that was a start.
He sighed – hating the fact he’d stormed off like he had.
The sex had been amazing, but every time Zane went home to Jenna it ate away at him just that little bit more.
He hated being apart from Zane, but deep down, knew his heart belonged to Jenna and begrudgingly, he respected that, even if he didn’t want to admit it out loud.
He wished his marriage to Melissa could have been as happy as Zane’s appeared to be.
But this was the life he’d chosen.
Something Zane had said weeks ago still irked him – probably because he was right. He’d walked away after University because he was in love with him. It was a mistake he deeply regretted.
He opened the boot and pulled out the overnight bag and headed toward the house. Taking a deep breath, pushing the key into the lock, he pushed the door open and stepped
inside.
“Where the fuck do you think you’ve been?” Melissa screeched from the other end of the hallway.
Chad glowered at her. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her histrionics. “Out,” he replied, heading toward the downstairs bathroom so he could shower. “I wasn’t gonna stay and listen to the alarm siren all night, was I?”
Melissa charged down the hallway. The nude coloured Louboutin’s striking the polished wooden floors as she tore toward him.
She was carrying a glass of what he assumed was Gin in her hand, and as she stormed, it sloshed over the sides and splashed onto the floor. “Out, where?” she demanded.
Turning to face her. “I don’t answer to you,” he replied, half-assed. “So why don’t you take your drink and find a mirror to admire yourself in. It can’t have been more than ten minutes since you last checked your reflection.”
Melissa pulled her hand back and cracked him hard across the cheek. So used to her behaviour, he didn’t even bother touching the place she’d struck him.
He turned away, desperate to avoid further conflict. It had been a day for it. “Don’t you dare walk away from me,” she screamed.
“We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down and sobered up,” Chad added.
“We’ll talk now, faggot,” she screamed, as he stopped dead.
His stomach flipped.
“What did you call me?” he asked, twisting around and marching back toward her.
“FAGGOT,” she yelled, spitting the words into his face. “A dirty ass munching faggot.”
“You’re drunk,” he replied, the rage building inside him. “Just because I won’t put my cock anywhere near your rancid cunt doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
“Some people would say differently.”
“Like who?” He could feel his face flush.
He knew she could see right through his protests.
She laughed, mocking him. “Too close to the truth, am I?”
Chad had never wanted to strike a woman before, but Melissa was perilously close to being on the receiving end for once.
He could feel the blood coursing around his body – he wanted to lash out, but it wasn’t in his nature to physically hurt her, or any woman for that matter.
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