by Hank Wilder
Strangely, however, the emotions that flood through my system are much more complex than just anger or jealousy. Something lurks beneath this wave of sickness, a potent sensation of arousal that is now undeniable. I can’t help but notice how my cock has started to harden in a very real, yet unexpected way.
“What about you?” I continue, my voice trembling. “Do you like him?”
I’m now certain that something very unusual is happening deep within my mind, because as I wait for my husband’s response I find myself desperately hoping she’ll say yes. It sounds absolutely insane, but there’s something incredibly arousing about the thought of Cody desiring another man.
It’s humiliating, yes, but also lustfully intoxicating to think about. I find my mind wandering, begging for more and more of this elicit information.
Cody still hasn’t said a word, cornered and silent.
“You can tell me,” I finally coo. “I actually kinda like it.”
My husband looks very confused now. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” I stammer. “For some reason the thought of you sneaking around behind my back with this guy actually kind of…” I trail off, barely able to say the words out loud.
“What?” Cody continues, a fire in his eyes.
“It turns me on,” I admit.
“Are you sure?” my husband asks.
I look inward, double-checking with these unexpected feelings that are now flowing vibrantly through my veins. “Yeah,” I reply with a nod.
My husband takes a deep breath. “I like him,” he finally admits, “but nothing has happened between us.”
My heart is slamming so hard within my chest now that I can feel it in my ears, my senses overwhelmed by equal parts anger and arousal. The sensation is so unusual that I find myself somehow elevating above it, existing in a bizarre state of utter calm as this emotional storm rages around me.
“He keeps offering me all these gifts,” Cody continues. “He wants me to sleep with him but I’ve told him I’m married.”
At this point I have to choose my words carefully, determined to not say something I’ll regret later. The thoughts that I’m having right now seem utterly insane, but no matter how many times I try to pull away from them, they just keep coming back into the forefront of my mind.
“Maybe you should take him up on that,” I finally offer.
My husband’s eyes go wide. “What? How can you say that?”
“I’m not the one who’s cheating!” I blurt, a little to loudly. I collect myself and then lean in across the table to repeat the words in a hushed tone. “I’m not the one who’s cheating.”
Cody considers my words for a moment, biting his lower lip as his thoughts drift off to some strange erotic playland. He’s looking past me now, lost in the moment.
“Do you want to sleep with George,” I continue.
My husband nods.
“Than do it,” I offer.
Cody shakes his head. “I can’t. I can’t just leave you behind and go off with some other guy, it doesn’t matter how hot he is.”
“Who said anything about leaving me behind?” I continue.
My husband looks a little confused by this.
“Maybe I could watch,” I clarify.
A smile slowly begins to creep its way across Cody’s face. “Are you sure you’d want to do that?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, walking a tightrope of emotions. “Right now. Yes.”
I can see my husband adding something up in his head, making some kind of grand calculation. He even takes a moment to sketch out some invisible diagram on the table between us before finally speaking up.
“I have an idea,” my husband finally says. “Go get yourself a room in tower three, floor…” he hesitates, still thinking it all out. “Floor forty-five.”
“Are you going to meet me there?” I ask.
Cody shakes his head. “Nope, but keep your eyes peeled for a room in tower four with a lamp on.”
I start to respond but before I can, my husband gets up from his seat and heads off into the humming casino once more.
“Where are you going?” I call after him.
“To meet George,” Cody calls back over his shoulder. “He’s with some friends at Sage And Pine. I’ll see you after, baby.”
Not knowing what else to do, I purchased the room that my husband had suggested. From then on, the only option that I had was to wait.
I tried watching the television for a while, but the arousal that flows through my veins made things much too hard to focus.
Now I’m sitting in a chair by the window, rapping my fingers in a steady rhythm across the table next to me as I watch the sun disappear beyond the distant mountains, casting the Nevada desert in beautiful hues of purple and orange.
I’m so hard that it’s difficult to contain myself, and when my phone finally rings I nearly jump out of my skin, anxiously grabbing the device and pushing it against my head.
“Hello?” I question.
I can hear my husband’s sweet voice, but he’s nowhere near the receiver. Instead, the man of my dreams sounds faint and muffled, talking and giggling in the distance while some other, much deeper voice responds in turn.
I put my phone on speaker and then place it on the table next to me, listening intently for any clues as to what might be going on. I can hear a loud click and then the familiar creak of a door swinging open.
“I can’t believe we’re actually gonna do this,” I can suddenly hear my husband say. “My husband would lose his mind if he knew that I was here with you.”
“I bet he would,” the deep voice responds, making it abundantly clear that the tone belongs to George.
“Wait, wait,” my husband suddenly blurts, pushing back against some unseen advances.
Suddenly, across the vast empty expanse between hotel towers, I see a light turn on in one of the rooms. From here, I have a shockingly good view of the nearby suite, it’s enormous floor to ceiling windows well lit for the world to see.
My handsome husband is standing by the glass, facing out as a larger silhouette approaches his from behind. George wraps his arms around Cody and he lets out a long, satisfied moan.
“I want you so fucking bad,” my husband says. “I want you to fuck me like my husband never could.”
I know that I should be mad right now, but I couldn’t be more excited. My dick is absolutely aching to be touched, and without hesitation I unzip my pants and pull forth my shaft. I begin to slowly stroke myself off, my eyes transfixed on the incredible erotic scene as it unfolds before me.
George begins kissing his way across my husband’s shoulders and neck, caressing him with his huge, muscular arms. The man reaches down and lifts up my husband’s shirt, pulling it over the top of his head and tossing it to the side to reveal a breathtakingly muscular physique. A soft sigh escapes his throat as Cody turns around and then drops to his knees.
My husband is now gazing up at George with aching lust, unzipping his pants and then pulling forth an utterly enormous cock. George’s dick is so big that he can hardly fit his hand around it, but that doesn’t stop my handsome hubby from pumping his fist up and down across his length for a bit, starting slowly at first and then picking up speed.
“You like that?” Cody coos in a voice that, for years, had only been reserved for me.
“Fuck yeah,” George moans, clearly enjoying himself.
Suddenly, Cody opens wide and takes the man’s gigantic rod between his lips. I watch in amazement as my husband swallows him, blown away by the fact that he can fit this enormous member within his mouth.
Somehow Cody manages, and soon enough he is slowly, sensually, bobbing his head up and down across George’s length.
My handsome hubby reaches up and cradles the man’s hanging balls with one hand, only adding to the pleasure as he continues to get him off. His movements grow faster and faster with every pump.
Eventually, Cody pulls the dick from his mouth in a st
ate of lustful belligerence.
“Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s,” Cody offers, “and this room is so much nicer than anything he could afford.”
His words are utterly brutal, but for some reason I absolutely love hearing them crackling out through the phone next to me. The emotions that swim through my body are potent and complex, but the more that I let myself push deep into them, the more enjoyable this sensation becomes.
Eventually, I give in to the feelings completely, allowing myself to lose control. I stop fighting against the anger and humiliation, and the second I do this it immediately transforms into arousal.
Meanwhile, across the way, my husband opens wide and takes the giant dick inside his once more. This time, however, he doesn’t bob his face up and down across George’s shaft.
Instead, Cody pushes himself lower and lower onto the muscular man’s mammoth rod, sliding his thickness all the way down into his throat.
Unfortunately, my husband is not quite ready for George’s size, and he comes up sputtering and gasping for air. Cody struggles to collect himself, wiping his face.
“I’m so sorry, let me try that again,” my husband stammers. “I’ve got this.”
Seconds later, Cody is embarking on round two, sliding the gigantic cock deep down into his throat. This time, he somehow manages to completely relax his gag reflex, allowing George’s dick to slip well past his previous limits. Farther and farther within his this enormous member plummets until, eventually, Cody reaches the hilt, his face pressed up hard against the handsome high roller’s incredible abs.
George places his hands against the back of my husband’s head and holds him here, taking control of the situation. Cody has submitted himself to him completely, turning his body over to this other man and allowing him to do anything he wants with his beautiful form.
Meanwhile, I’m beating myself off furiously, the aching pleasure flowing through me as I watch this erotic show unfold. I could cum at any second, but I muster all the discipline I can manage just to hold myself back. I know the second I blow my load is the second all of this ends, and I’m not exactly looking forward to experiencing this wild night without a brain full of lust.
Instead, I walk the razor’s edge of pleasure, along for the ride but never quite pushing myself over to the other side.
When my husband finally runs out of air he pulls back from George’s giant dick, gasping wildly as he struggles to collect himself. Even from all the way over here I can make out the long strand of saliva hanging between Cody’s wet lips and the head of George’s shaft.
“Fuck me,” I can hear my husband demand through the phone. “It’s been so long since I’ve had another man’s cock in this tight gay asshole. It’s been so long since I’ve been truly satisfied.”
His words sweep across me like a physical punch, nearly causing me to bust right then and there. Somehow, however, I manage to hold myself back.
I watch as Cody stands up and slips out of his pants and underwear, completely revealing his sculpted nude body. He looks absolutely breathtaking, all those long hours of rehearsal paying off.
I watch in awe as George steps into position behind my handsome hubby, his hulking body looking powerful and masculine. Moment’s later, I hear my husband cry out with a startled yelp as George slips inside of him.
I can tell that Cody needs a moment to adjust to the high roller’s enormous size, his breathing heavy as it pours out through the phone. Fortunately, it appears that George is a caring lover, taking his time with my husband and allowing his to warm up as he pumps his giant dick in and out of his asshole. As the two continue to move together they fall into a confident groove, and eventually the rhythm of Cody’s breathing is perfectly in sync with the slaps of George’s hips against my husband’s perfectly toned rump.
“Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god,” my husband starts repeating over and over again, the words falling out of his mouth in a blissful mantra as George hammers into him. With every round Cody’s voice grows in volume, until eventually he’s screaming out at the top of his lungs, completely consumed by the moment. “Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god!”
I can tell the two of them are on the verge of an orgasmic eruption as Cody reaches down and grabs hold of his aching cock, beating himself off in time with the ferocious slams from behind.
“Fuck my ass!” Cody screams. “Pound me like my husband never could! Take my ass! Take my fucking ass!”
Meanwhile, I’m keeping a similar pace, hovering on the edge of orgasm but never daring to topple over. I pump my tight grip across my shaft, my focus completely locked in on the passion that courses back and forth between George and my husband.
Cody doesn’t have the same orgasmic restrictions that I do, however, and the next thing I know he’s throwing his head back and erupting in a powerful climax, throwing his head back and letting out a frantic shriek. I can see my husband quaking hard, his body spasming as every muscle within his expands and contracts. He looks deeply, truly satisfied as hot white spunk ejects from his cock, splattering everywhere.
The second that my husband finishes, George pulls out of him. Cody spins around and drops to his knees before him, gazing up with cock drunk eyes while his handsome new lover beats himself off above him. The beautiful man reaches up and cradles his balls while he pleasures himself, coaxing him onward.
“Cum for me, baby,” my husband demands seductively. “Unload that jizz all over my face. Claim me for your own.”
“Oh fuck,” George suddenly blurts, buckling forward a bit as hot white cum erupts hard from the head of his shaft.
The spunk blasts forth in a series of hot, milky ropes that I can see all the way over here, the pearly spunk cascading out across my husband’s face and glazing his cheeks and chin. Cody opens wide to catch as much of the seed as he can, swallowing hungrily, but the rest of the cum ends up running down his skin in long warm streaks.
Realizing it’s finally my time to blow, I take the plunge and push myself over the edge. I grit my teeth tight as I allow the potent sensation to sweep its way across my body, a long hiss from deep within my throat gradually transforming into a mighty yell. This is, without a doubt, the most powerful orgasm of my life. Cum spurts in powerful blasts from the head of my dick, splattering out across the hotel carpet below.
Meanwhile, in the other hotel room, my husband and his new lover have staggered away from the window, struggling to collect themselves.
“That was incredible,” George gushes.
“It was,” my husband replies. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a long, long time.”
I can no longer see the two of them, but I can hear a little more shuffling around now.
“Where are you off to so fast?” George questions. “You don’t wanna stick around?”
“I’ve got a second show tonight,” Cody informs him. “Then I’m going home to my husband.”
There’s a moment of silence.
“Are we ever gonna get a chance to do this again?” George finally questions.
“I don’t know,” my husband begins, his voice growing louder before it’s suddenly interrupted by the sound of shuffling around. The next thing I know, Cody’s tone is clear and proud, off of the speaker and holding his phone to the side of his face. “What do you think, baby?” he asks me. “Is that okay?”
“That sounds great,” I tell him. “I’d love to listen in.”
AUTO SHOP
4
My husband has a lot of interests, but cars are not one of them.
Allen drives a speedy little red Roadster, but I’ll be damned if he actually takes care of the thing. Honestly, if it wasn’t for me reminding him to get the oil changed every few months, then he would’ve blown out the engine a long, long time ago.
Allen has absolutely no space within his brain for something like automobile maintenance.
Fortunately, I find this more humorous than anything. I may have bought the car for him, but a
fter the keys leave my hands it’s no longer my responsibility. If Allen wants to drive the thing into the ground, then that’s his choice. I’m just not buying his a new one any time soon.
Besides, my husband has plenty of other things to worry about, like lounging around the pool in our backyard and working on his tan, or grabbing afternoon drinks with his friends between shopping trips. He’s on easy street, but he’s gorgeous enough that I don’t really give a damn. We love each other, and that’s all that matters.
“Where are you headed?” I ask, expecting something similar to the activities I’ve just laid out.
Allen stops in his tracks as he reaches the front door, turning around to face me. His expression is slightly awkward, but I can’t quite put my finger on why.
“I’m getting my oil changed,” he finally replies.
I just stare at Allen blankly from my seat on the couch, hoping to understand the punch line to this incredibly bizarre joke.
“What?” is all that I can manage to ask, not quite sure what’s happening here.
“I’m getting my oil changed,” Allen repeats. “On the car.”
I narrow my eyes, cracking a wry smile. “That’s what I thought you said. Didn’t you just take it in when I told you last week?”
Allen nods.
“That was almost impossible to get you to do,” I continue. “What’s the rush now?”
Allen shrugs. “I guess you were right, Travis, I’ve got a nice car and I wanna take care of it.”
Suddenly, I erupt in a fit of laugher, realizing now that my handsome hubby is utterly sincere with his automotive concerns. There’s not a drop of irony in his voice.
“Getting the oil changed a week later isn’t going to make things any better,” I explain. “I mean, I like that you wanna take care of your things, but this is a little much.”
Allen continues to stare at me, refusing to allow a change in his expression.
“My headlight’s out, too,” he finally informs me.
“Oh, well, I can fix that for you,” I explain to my beautiful husband. “It’s not that hard.”