by Hank Wilder
The second my husband says this, a sharp pang of jealousy shoots through my body. Of course, I’d already been well aware of my husband’s attraction, but hearing his say the words out loud is something else entirely.
Jealousy isn’t the only emotion that swims through me, however. Strangely enough, my feelings regarding Steve’s potential alone time with Blake aren’t nearly as cut and dry as I would’ve expected. Lurking deep within the envy that pulses through my bloodstream is an even more potent venom, a sensation of deep and powerful lust.
Exactly why I feel this extreme arousal, I’m not quite sure, but there’s no denying it’s there.
My husband seems to notice it, too, his eyes glancing down and taking note of the massive bulge that’s forming within my pants.
“Is this turning you on?” he whispers, a little shocked.
“I don’t know,” I continue. “I don’t really know what I’m thinking right now.”
“Well, explain it to me,” Steve offers.
I scan my thoughts, trying to sort out this strange variety of emotions. I try my best to tear down any preconceived notions I might have, hoping to let the feelings coursing through me speak for themselves.
The thought of my husband splitting off with Blake clearly gets me going, but it’s not just this separation that I find arousing, it’s the idea of what might happen right after. As my mind wanders, I realize that the closer Steve gets to infidelity, the more turned on I am. In my minds eye, I picture the two of them having an intimate chat on the trail, getting closer and closer until eventually the tension is just too much, and suddenly the two of them begin passionately making out with one another.
I imagine my husband stripping away his clothes, exposing his body to the cool forest air as Blake runs his hands up and down his perfect physique, exploring his frame.
“I don’t know…”I stammer, not quite sure how to say it. “The thought of you cheating on me with him… kinda turns me on.”
“What?” Steve blurts a little too loudly, briefly catching Blake’s attention before my husband lowers his voice once more to repeat himself. “What?”
“I know it sounds crazy,” I continue, “but there’s something about the thought of you fucking another man that really gets me going. I’ve toyed with it before, but this is the first time I’m letting it overwhelm me.”
“It’s just a fucking hike,” Steve continues. “Sure, he’s a cute guy, but I’m just having fun. It’s not like I’m gonna fuck him.”
“But if you did,” I counter. “I wouldn’t mind. I’d actually kinda like it.”
My husband just stares at me blankly, clearly trying to analyze whether or not this is some kind of bizarre relationship test.
Finally, his face softens.
“Are you serious?” Steve questions. “Like, you’re not just fucking with me?”
I shake my head. “I’m not just fucking with you.”
My husband laughs. “Well, I’m not gonna cheat on you, but maybe I’ll get a little flirty on the hike.”
My heart skips a beat as he says this, kicking my arousal into overdrive.
“I’ll tell you all about it when I get back to the cabin later,” Steve continues.
Before I have a chance to reply, my beautiful husband spins around and jogs over to Blake, who climbs up from his seat on the stump. The two of them exchange a few quiet words, then laugh as they wave back at me.
“See you soon!” Steve calls, the two of them continuing their way up the trail.
I stand in my exact spot for a good while, refusing to move until I fully comprehend what just happened. Somehow, in the course of a few minutes, my husband has ended up on a romantic hike with some handsome stranger while I’m stuck standing here on my own. Not only that, but I’m pretty sure I gave his permission to cheat on me.
After a while I find myself confronted by a powerful decision, one that weighs on me equally from either end. Do I turn back around and wait for my husband at the cabin below, or do I chase after the two of them and put and end to this wild fantasy run amok.
Finally making my decision, I spring into action, continuing up the mountain at double the pace I once had. Hopefully, I can catch up before it’s too late.
My breathing heaving, the trees begin to whip past me on either side, my eyes tightly focused on the path ahead as I struggle to catch a glimpse of my husband. Instead, I’m simply greeted by more and more empty trail, as though the two of them have simply disappeared and melted into the nature around us.
I should’ve caught up with them by now, I think, but maybe I’m not following along as quickly as I assumed. My husband and Blake are, after all, very athletic. For all I know, they could be slowly pulling ahead.
I finally break into a full on run, pushing myself onward up the steep hillside.
Of course, not being much of a hiker, this ends up being a fairly bad idea. Almost immediately, my body is completely overwhelmed with exhaustion, forcing me to finally relent as I stumble over to a nearby tree and lean against its sturdy frame. I struggle to catch my breath.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, feeling particularly out of shape.
It’s only then that I notice a familiar giggle drifting out through the trees around me. I stand up straight as I strain to hear another sound, my senses on full alert.
Moment’s later, another small segment of laugher comes drifting out though the forest. This time I get a fairly good idea of the direction, and immediately I begin making my way through the thick underbrush towards the source of the noise.
Pushing through the ferns, I finally find myself at the edge of a small clearing. I stop immediately when I see the two familiar frames pressed tightly together, my husband and his new lover locked in a tender embrace. Steve’s arms are wrapped tightly around Blake and charming man is whispering something into his ear, causing my handsome hubby to erupt in laugher yet again.
My first instinct is to burst from my hiding spot in a fury of anger and aggression, but I somehow manage to hold myself back. Instead, I let these feelings simmer inside me, allowing them time to boil until they evaporate and are, eventually, replaced by the powerful arousal underneath. This is exactly what I wanted, after all.
As I continue to stare at the two of them, my husband and I suddenly made eye contact.
Amazingly, he doesn’t seem surprised to see me at all, and instead of pushing away form his illicit lover, he pulls him even closer. Steve peeks around Blake’s broad shoulders at me, offering nothing more than a playful wink.
Feeling as though I’ve lost control of my body, I nod in response, allowing the potent arousal to take hold.
Steve smiles, then turns his head up towards Blake as their lips finally meet in a passionate kiss.
The second this moment reaches my eyes a powerful shudder makes its way down my spine. Never before have I been this turned on, my body literally trembling as I watch. I reach down and unzip my pants, pulling forth my rock hard rod and slowly stroking it as the erotic scene unfolds before me.
My husband and Blake begin passionately making out, their hands exploring one another’s bodies and tugging at their clothes. Soon enough, the fabric begins to fall down around them, gradually becoming more and more exposed to the elements until the two of them are standing in nothing but their underwear.
Now with a clear view, Blake’s muscular frame is even more impressive. The man is completely shredded, the perfect specimen to go along with my exquisitely toned husband.
I watch in amazement as Steve explores the chiseled body before him, his hands drifting back and forth across Blake’s abs as his attention drifts lower and lower. Soon enough, Steve reaches the waistband of Blake’s boxer brief’s, hesitating a moment before suddenly plunging within.
The handsome hiker leans his head back and lets out a long, satisfied groan as my husband wraps his fingers around his cock, pulling his monstrous shaft forth from its fabric prison. Steve begins to pump his tight grip up and down acr
oss the man’s rod, gradually picking up speed as he goes.
I do my best to match Steve’s movement’s while I beat myself off.
I can’t believe this isn’t just some wild dream, some playful fantasy between Steve and me as we lie in bed and talk about our deepest darkest desires. This is so much more, a fork in the road of our relationship that we can never turn back from. Of course, as frightening as all that is, it’s also what makes it so damn hot.
Seized with arousal, Steve suddenly drops to his knees before Blake, gazing up at him with his big beautiful eyes as he opens wide and takes his thick shaft between his lips. My handsome hubby begins to pump his head up and down the enormous cock before him, starting slowly at first and then gaining speed as he cradles his balls playfully.
Eventually, my husband pushes his face down onto Blake’s dick and holds, plummeting farther and farther until his member is completely consumed. The next thing I know, Steve’s face is pressed up hard against his perfect abs, swallowing the hiker completely in a gloriously performed deep throat.
Blake places his hands against the back of my husband’s head, dominating Steve as he holds him like this. Whether he knows it or not, Blake is making this move to lay claim over his lover, to exert his sexual dominance not only on my husband, but on me, as well.
Soon enough, Steve pulls back with a sputtering gasp, spit dangling from his lips in a long strand of glistening saliva.
“I need you to fuck me,” my husband gushes. “Pound me like my husband never could.”
Steve frantically strips out of his underwear, exposing his completely nude body and then turning around on his hands and knees. The muscular man pops his ass out towards Blake and wiggles it from side to side, playfully teasing him with his perfectly toned rump. He reaches back and give his ass cheek a little slap, then holds himself open for his new lover to get a good look at what he’s about to take.
“Fuck me,” my husband demands again, gazing back over his shoulder at Blake with a lustful fire in his eyes. “Fuck me up the ass right fucking now.”
Blake climbs down into position behind him, crouching like and creature of the forest as he aligns his shaft with Steve’s puckered butthole and then pushing forward in one deep, powerful thrust.
“Oh my god!” my husband cries out, still gazing over his shoulder. He makes eye contact with me once more as an expression of erotic mischief overwhelms him. “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever taken,” he snarls.
Blake begins slowly, allowing my husband to adjust to his size and then eventually picking up speed. It’s not long before the two of them find a pleasant rhythm together, rocking back and forth while my husband braces against the hard forest ground. Steve’s fingers grip tightly into the dirt, his body quaking with pleasure as the first hints of simmering prostate orgasm begin to build within him.
Meanwhile, I’m beating myself off with frantic intensity, allowing the threat of climax to creep up dangerously close to the edge, but never letting it spill over. I know that right now I’m very much enjoying this carnal parade of sexual fantasy, but I’m not exactly sure how I’ll feel about another man pounding my husband once I’ve blown my load.
“Just like that. Just like that,” Steve begins to repeat under his breath, letting the words fall out of his mouth over and over again in a blissful mantra, his voice growing louder with every passing round. “Just like that! Fuck me just like that!”
Eventually, Steve’s words evolve into a wild scream so passionate that the sound can no longer be considered a collection of real words. His hand is reached back between his legs, furiously beating his own cock as he shakes wildly.
The next thing I know, Steve’s cumming hard, a mighty orgasm ripping through his body as he throws his head back and lets out an animalist shriek. Witnessing another man giving my husband this much pleasure almost causes me to blow my load right then and there, but I still manage to hold off for the firework show that I know is just around the corner.
The second Steve finishes he turns around on the ground to face Blake.
The handsome hiker stands up above my husband and begins to beat his cock, only making it three swift pumps before a hot, pearly load is ejecting hard from his shaft. Jizz splatters down across Steve’s face below, painting his smiling expression with beautiful, milky seed. My husband opens wide to catch as much of the spunk as he can, swallowing hungrily and then going back for more.
Meanwhile, I blow my load in unison, every sense completely overwhelmed as the climax erupts across my frame. I nearly buckle at the knees as jizz spurts from my shaft, but I somehow manage to stay upright.
Once everyone his finished, Blake stands up and begins to pull back on his clothes. “Maybe I’ll make my way down to the cabin if you’ve got some alone time this weekend,” he offers.
“I’d like that,” Steve replies. “I’ll have to check with my husband first, but I think he’ll be interested.”
“Your husband?” Blake questions, a little shocked. “He knows?”
“Nature has connected us in a lot of ways,” Steve continues. “He definitely knows.”
Blake shrugs. “Sounds good to me then.”
The two of them kiss and then Blake leaves, making his way back up the trail. Once he’s finally disappeared, my husband strolls over to my hiding spot to find me smiling warmly.
“See, it’s not so bad out here in the wild after all,” Steve offers playfully.
MOVING ON
7
There are few things more difficult to navigate than the death of someone close to you, but equally awkward are the social interactions that come with comforting their loved ones. We all have to do it at some point, and the rules have been fairly well laid out, but it still seems almost impossible to get right.
According to common knowledge, a simple, I’m sorry for you loss, is all that’s needed. I’ve heard this plenty of times, yet it’s still difficult for me to get the words out when this time arrives. I can’t help wondering if my comment seems too cold and calculated, if the mourning loved one is sick of hearing this phrase over and over again throughout their day.
Fortunately, this isn’t exactly something we’re forced to consider very often. Most of the time, death is something that lurks far in the back of our minds, never showing it’s haunting face until absolutely necessary.
Then one day, out of nowhere, it arrives.
The phone rings with a familiar number. It’s my friend, Greg, who I don’t see very often but, when I do, it’s always a blast. We’ve been doing fishing trips with a few of the guys for years now, and these spontaneous weekend trips to the mountains always seem to spring out of nowhere.
“Hey Greg,” I answer with a laugh, kicking back in my chair as a warm smile makes its way across my face. “The fish biting?”
There’s silence on the other end of the line, and at first I’m worried about an error in our connection.
“Hello?” I offer, confused.
Suddenly, Greg speaks. “Hey man, I was just calling to let you know that John’s husband passed away two nights ago.”
The news hits me hard. John is one of our fishing buddies, an amazing guy who is always out for a good time. He’s the kind of friend who never fails at getting you to laugh, turning every situation into a party. It pains me to think about what kind of place this otherwise jovial man is in right now.
I’ve never met John’s husband, but I can only imagine he’s one hell of a man if he partnered up with a guy like that.
“Oh damn,” is all that I can think to say, completely blindsided by the news. “Is John okay?”
“He’s… alright,” Greg informs me. “Handling it as best a guy can in this situation. I mean, he’s devastated, but he’s pushing forward. I think he knows that his husband would’ve wanted it that way.”
“That’s good,” I reply.
“Anyway, John put me in charge of letting people know about the funeral,” explains Greg. “He’d like you and Bra
d to be there.”
“Of course,” I offer. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow,” Greg continues. “I’m sending over an Email with the details, I just wanted to call first.”
“Thanks man,” I tell my friend.
There’s a brief pause before Greg jumps back into it.
“Well, I’ve gotta keep making the rounds,” the man continues solemnly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We say our goodbyes and I hang up, plunging the home office around me into silence. It’s strange, because nothing has changed over here, yet somehow I feel as though the whole world as gotten a little quieter. My surroundings have a certain stillness that just wasn’t there before.
I’ve got a little more work to do, but for some reason any focus now seems like a far off pipe dream. I just can’t concentrate.
I stand up from my desk and head downstairs, strolling through my home until I arrive at the kitchen, where my husband is diligently preparing some kind of soup for later.
“What’s going on, Phil,” my husband questions, immediately noticing the strange expression on my face.
Brad stops what he’s doing and strolls over to me, wrapping his arms tight around my body and pulling me close. We stay in this quiet embrace for quite a while, and then eventually pull back once it feels like an eternity has passed.
“John’s husband passed away,” I finally tell him.
Brad gasps a little bit, clearly shocked, but still manages to hold himself together with grace and poise.
“That’s terrible,” Brad replies. “Is there a funeral?”
“Tomorrow,” I inform him.
“We have to go,” my husband continues.
I can tell by the expression on Brad’s face that his mind is racing now, turning over a variety of different thoughts and concerns. That’s what I love about this man, he’s always trying to fix the problem at hand, and even though death is not exactly something that can be repaired, there’s plenty of things one can do to ease the pain.