by Hank Wilder
Suddenly, I realize this is all really happening. I’d been putting off the thought of this day for so long, and now that it’s finally here I’m not exactly sure how to handle it. Potent jealousy floods through my veins, but at the same time something else has started to simmer within me. At first, I’m not quite sure what it is, the cocktail of emotions just too strange and unfamiliar to comprehend. The longer that I watch Damien and my husband flirting, however, the more any jealousy starts to slip away, revealing the mighty ocean of arousal that lurks underneath.
“You know, your husband once told me you were allowed to cheat on him, but only once,” the handsome man informs my husband. “Did you know that?”
“Is this true?” Jason questions, finally glancing over at me.
I swallow, my cock rock hard and aching within my pants. “Yeah,” I finally reply.
“Think you’d like to cash that in?” Damien continues.
To my dismay, my husband nods.
The next thing I know, the two of them are kissing each other passionately, right here in the middle of the kitchen. Jason and Damien are frantically exploring one another’s bodies, their hands roaming as clothing is torn away and tossed to the floor.
Jason begins to take control, overwhelmed with arousal as he pushes his new lover back into the living room behind them.
Suddenly, they’ve disappeared through the door. Leaving me to turn off the stoves that have been left on.
“Wait!” I stammer, not quite sure what to do with myself.
When I push through the door into the living room I’m shocked to find that the two of them are now in their underwear, their perfectly sculpted bodies completely exposed as my husband’s attention drifts lower and lower. he runs his fingers along Damien’s abs for a bit, then suddenly plunges his hand deep within. The man of my dreams wraps his grip tight around this other man’s cock, pulling him forth and then quickly getting to work as he beats him off.
All the while, I watch in stunned silence. Part of me wants to explode in anger, but another, much more powerful part of me is actually kind of enjoying this in my own strange way. My eyes transfixed on the erotic scene, I walk over and have a seat on the couch, unzipping my pants and pulling out an aching rod of my own. I start to beat myself off, pumping my hand in time with Jason’s movements.
My husband and I lock eyes for a moment, communicating without words as the two of us smile at one another. This is a wild ride that will change our relationship forever, but it’s a ride that we’re both enjoying for the time being.
Suddenly seized with arousal, Jason drops to his knees before Damien. My handsome hubby gazes up at his new lover passionately before opening wide and taking his giant cock between his lips. Jason immediately gets to work bobbing his head up and down the man’s formidable length, cradling his balls as he services him.
Meanwhile, the devil himself leans his head back and lets out a long, satisfied moan, clearly enjoying his end of this deal. He’s wracked with pleasure, absolutely relishing this moment of sexual deviance.
After a good while of this, Jason pushes his head down as far as he possibly can onto Damien’s rod, allowing his girthy cock to slip well past the expected limits of his gag reflex. Deeper and deeper the shaft plunges until finally my husband finds his face pressed up against his new lover’s chiseled abs, the dick completely consumed in a stunning deep throat.
Damien places his hands against the back of my husband’s head and holds his like this, asserting his dominance as I watch in complete awe.
My husband has always been skilled in the bedroom, but never before has he taken my cock with this kind of ravenous enthusiasm.
Eventually, my husband pulls back, gasping for air as saliva hangs between his lips and the head of Damien’s shaft in one long, glistening strand. My husband is completely consumed with lust now, his eyes wild as he pulls off his underwear and spins around on the ground. Completely naked, Jason pops his ass out towards Damien, wiggling his cute, toned rump from side to side.
“Fuck me!” my husband demands. “Slam this tight gay ass right in front of my husband.”
Damien climbs down into position behind Jason, chuckling to himself confidently as he aligns his enormous cock with his anal tightness. He hesitates just long enough for my husband to truly crave it, then suddenly thrusts forward in one powerful, deep push.
“Oh my god,” Jason cries out, glancing back over his shoulder. “You’re so fucking huge. You’re so much bigger than my husband!”
Jason’s words seer deep into my soul, and while there’s a part of them that hurts me, the surge of arousal that comes along with it is more than worth the pain. I’m relishing every depraved moment of this.
The devil gets to work pumping in and out of my handsome hubby, slowly rocking his hips and then gradually gaining speed as the two of them fall into a pleasant rhythm together. It’s not long before they’re perfectly in sync, the pleasure passing back and forth between their bodies in an ever-escalating feedback loop.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Jason starts to repeat under his breath, the words falling from his mouth over and over again. His blissful mantra grows in volume with every passing round, until finally he’s screaming out at the top of his lungs. “Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!”
Jason reaches back between his legs and starts to beat his swollen cock, his fingers moving in rapid circles as his body starts to tremble and quake. I’d recognize those powerful spasms anywhere; Jason’s about to cum.
Meanwhile, I continue to beat my dick with unbridled enthusiasm. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life, and it takes every ounce of discipline I’ve got to keep from blowing my load right then and there. Still, I somehow manage to hold back, reminding myself that the second I cum is the second I’ll have to face the real life consequence of this illicit encounter.
I’m happy to ride this wave for as long as possible.
My husband doesn’t have such restrictions, however, and the next thing I know he’s shrieking loudly, completely giving into the epic climax that surges through his body. His eyes roll back into his head as he lets out several long, guttural cries.
When Jason finally finishes, Damien pulls out of his and stands up straight. The handsome, muscular man furiously beats off his cock above my husband, although Jason is quite happy to reach up and play with his hanging balls for support.
Regardless, it only takes a few seconds before Damien is erupting across Jason’s face with a glorious rope of hot, pearly jizz, the cum cascading down either cheek as he smiles warmly. As the milky seed continues to spill forth my husband opens his mouth wide, catching as much of the cum as he can and then swallowing hungrily.
With visions of Jason covered in another man’s spunk, I finally decide to blow my load as well. I push myself over the edge and erupt with a volcanic blast of semen, the jizz shooting out across my hands as I throw my head back and let out a long, satisfied moan.
When I finally sit back up, I notice that Damien has completely disappeared. My husband rests nude and cum covered in the middle of the room, but he’s just as confused as I am.
“What the fuck was that?” Jason stammers.
“An old friend,” I reply.
We just stare at one another in complete silence, struggling to gather our thoughts.
“That was… fun,” my husband finally continues. “I hope he visits again soon.”
“You know what? Me too,” I reply, cracking a wry grin. “I think I got a pretty good deal.”
WILD SIDE
6
My husband and I seem to have a different definition of what camping is, and while we both love the great outdoors, our tolerance for discomfort couldn’t be farther removed from one another.
Sure, I like taking the weekend and sleeping out under the stars, but only if there’s running water and hopefully a nice bed and breakfast just around the corner when it’s finally time to hit the hay. I hate sleeping on the ground, and the bugs always
seem to come after me before they move on to anyone else. I’ll sit around the campfire for a bit, but not too long, and certainly not without a cozy place to retire afterwards.
According to my husband, Steve, this isn’t even camping. Not even close.
“It’s not camping unless you’re sleeping out in a tent under the stars, in the middle of nowhere,” he explains. “That’s the whole point.”
“What about a cabin?” I counter.
This gives Steve pause. “I guess a small, rustic cabin would be fine. If that’s the comprise I’ve gotta make.”
Obviously, Steve’s vision of the camping experience couldn’t be more different than mine. Not only does my husband enjoy nature, but his preference is to become one with the wild along some grueling journey. Steve likes to hike out into the wilderness and find himself surrounded by the natural elements, whether or not that means tackling through rain, sleet or snow. If it was up to my husband, only the bare essentials would be brought along for the ride.
Suffice to say, I’m thankful he’s considering a compromise.
“A cabin, huh?” I reply, smiling as I open up a new tab on my laptop.
I begin searching through the nearby National Parks, checking out their accommodations and noting happily that most of them have an area with small, but reasonably comfortable cabins. I’m just thankful for anything with four walls.
Yosemite is very close to us, and that’s my personal preference for the weekend destination. Thankfully, it’s also the place with a few available cabins on such short notice.
“Yosemite?” my husband questions, sliding onto the couch next to me as he takes a look at my bright computer screen. “I thought we wanted to do Sequoia this time.”
“Yosemite has cabins available,” I inform him, then click through a few pages. “And look, they’re very spread out. It’s like you’re deep in the woods, where nobody can find you for miles and miles.”
My husband narrows his eyes skeptically, but as we scroll through the photos of glorious woodland scenery his expression begins to soften.
“Listen, I know you’d rather we were out in the middle of nowhere, but I think this is a great compromise. We can sleep comfortably, but during the rest of our time we’ll get some serious hikes in.”
“Really?” Steve replies, cracking a smile.
“I’m thinking a few awful, grueling outdoor expeditions,” I continue, teasing him. “I wanna walk until my feet fall right off of me.”
“Sounds like my kind of trip,” my husband counters with a laugh, then kisses me deeply.
As we load our stuff into the cabin, I can tell that even Steve is impressed by just how adorable it is, despite the fact that it’s just a few yards up from the road and, if you look closely through the lush forest, you can spot a ranger station right down the hill.
Of course, his high spirits could also be due to the fact that we’ve been driving for hours, and after all that travel our meeting with the crisp outdoor air has finally arrived.
It’s hard to be disappointed with anything out here.
“Hurry up,” Steve says, huffing past me and carrying another bag over his shoulder as he continues to unload the car. “We’re losing light. I want to get a hike in before sundown.”
“Tonight?” I counter. “Aren’t you tired from the drive?”
Steve shakes his head. “I’m restless from the drive!”
I let out a long sigh and then heed my husband’s words, kicking into double time as I continue to carry my bag up the trail.
It’s not long before all the supplies are unloaded and sitting in our fresh new log cabin. Steve grabs his small daypack and swings it over his shoulder. “You ready? Let’s go.”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna just settle in the first night?” I ask. “Have a campfire or something?”
“Hey, you know where we’d be if it was up to me,” Steve continues, then strolls over to the window, pointing up at a snow capped mountaintop that climbs high above the trees. “Up there!”
“I know, I know,” I sigh.
“This is the compromise,” my husband reminds me. “We’ll hike halfway up the trail, then head back.”
“You’re right,” I confirm, gathering my senses and struggling to push myself out of this mental resting state.
Soon enough, we’ve laced up our hiking books and are heading out the door, briskly making our way up the nearby trail with a spring in our step. The sun is still high in the sky, but it’s beginning its decent.
As Steve and I walk, the shadows begin to grow longer and longer behind us, casting the entire forest in a thick, cool shade as our elevation climbs.
Still, my husband was right to push us in this direction. There’s no denying how beautiful it is out here, especially when you get this deep into the forest. There’s no other living human for miles and miles, just me, my husband, and the creatures of the forest chattering wildly around us.
The second I think this, however, I notice something strange. The birds have stopped chirping completely, leaving my husband and I in the midst of a strange, deafening silence.
“Do you hear that?” Steve questions, already way ahead of me, much more attuned to the natural habitat than I am.
I nod. “Nothing.”
“Someone’s coming,” Steve offers. “Guess we’re not so alone out here after all.”
Second’s later, a large man comes strolling around the bend, smiling and waving when he sees us. He’s not at all surprised, clearly noticing the silence of the birds like we had.
“Hey there,” he calls out.
“Hi!” I reply, glancing over at my husband when he offers nothing.
Immediately, I notice a strange look on Steve’s face. He’s stunned, still reeling from the presence of this handsome man before him.
This is a rare occasion for my handsome hubby, a man who is unquestionably a ten out of ten when it comes to physical appearance. He’s used to making his way through life as other gay guys fall all over themselves to talk to him, not the other way around.
“Hey,” I whisper, breaking Steve out of his trance.
“Oh, hi!” my husband suddenly blurts as the hiker arrives next to us and slows to a stop.
Up close, I can absolutely see what Steve finds so alluring about our new friend. He’s rugged and breathtakingly handsome, with a perfectly sculpted body that only a frequent outdoorsman or dedicated gym rat could maintain. Still, despite his manly features, the hiker has a fun, boyish quality to him.
“You’re gonna want a few more supplies if you plan on camping at the top,” the man offers, grinning as he nods towards my husband’s tiny backpack. “It’s getting cold up there.”
“Oh, no,” Steve stammers. “We’re camping in the cabins down below. This is just a day trip.”
The hiker’s eyes go wide, clearly impressed. “Wow, most of the cabin folk don’t make it up the trail this far before turning back.”
I glance over and notice Steve literally blushing, swaying from side to side as he bashfully takes in the praise.
“Alright, well, we should get going,” I blurt, starting to head past before my husband stops me in my tracks.
“What’s your name?” he questions.
The hiker grins. “I’m Blake, nice to meet you.” He shakes both of our hands with a firm confidence.
“Trevor,” I inform him, “and this is my husband, Steve.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” my husband offers.
“How much farther are the two of you headed?” Blake continues. “I was just about to turn around and head back up if you’d like some company. I know you’re not going to the top but, maybe just part of the way.”
“No thanks,” I reply.
“Of course,” says my husband, almost simultaneously.
The two of us exchange glances as Blake laughs.
“Just a bit farther?” Steve begs me.
I can tell that my husband’s interest in continuing up the trail i
s two fold. On one hand, he’s clearly attracted to Blake, but on the other hand he’s actually loving this climb and, if it was up to him, we’d keep going until we reached to top.
Hell, if it were up to him we’d be camped up there.
I’m not threatened by Blake, mostly thanks to the wedding ring around my husband’s finger and the commitment we made long ago, but I honestly don’t know if I can physically make it much higher up the trail.
“I don’t think so,” I reply.
“No worries,” Blake offers, turning back around and beginning his trek up. “It was nice to meet you two. Nice work out here! This is a serious hike.”
I watch the look of disappointment spread across Steve’s face as the hiker strolls away. It’s an expression I’d rather never have to see his make, a face of longing and disappointment that my husband simply doesn’t deserve.
“Wait!” I cry out, stopping Blake in his tracks.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I give my husband one final look, hesitating for a moment before finally continuing with my plan. “We’ll just split up,” I tell him. “You guys head up for another hour or so, and I’ll meet Steve back at the cabin later.”
My husband is clearly excited by this idea, trying to hide his gleeful expression as he turns to me. “Are you sure about this?” he whispers in a hushed tone.
I nod. “Of course, unless you don’t want to. He seems harmless enough.”
We both glance over to find that Blake is patiently waiting by a stump. The man climbs up onto it and takes a seat on the massive wooden stool, pulling a protein bar out of his pocket and giving it a bite.
“Don’t mind me,” Blake calls over. “I could use a little break, actually.”
My husband turns back to me. “I’m so confused,” he continues under his breath. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I question.
Steve rolls his eyes. “Come on, baby. I know you’re not stupid. This guy is super hot.”