Watching My Gay Husband Cheat

by Hank Wilder

  “Sorry about that,” Nick offers. “I didn’t mean to be a dick. I was just messing around.”

  “I know,” I tell him.

  The two of us gaze out of the gang of partiers as they laugh and chat excitedly, a multitude of different social groups all blending together under the watchful eye of Nick. He really is amazing at putting these things together.

  We stand like this is silence for a moment, taking in all the sights and the sounds as the barbeque sizzles before us. There’s something perfectly and quintessentially summer about this moment.

  “Hey guys,” comes the voice of my husband from the cabin doorway behind us.

  Nick and I turn around slowly and stop as we see Peter, completely blown away by the glorious vision before us.

  My husband has changed into the skimpy outfit he’s been talking about, and it’s even more breathtaking that I imagined. Almost every square inch of his gorgeous body is on display, perfectly toned and glowing in the afternoon light. What little is covered up has the red, white and blue print of an American flag across it’s fabric.

  “What do you think?” Peter questions. “Am I wild enough for you yet?”

  My husband saunters towards us slowly, rocking his hips from side to side as we watch in dumbfounded amazement. Nick and I are completely at a loss for words, unable to collect our thoughts now that the majority of our senses are being so vigorously stimulated.

  My husband stops just a few feet away from us, then smiles. “I’ll let you think about your answer,” he finally continues with a slight smirk, then strolls off down the deck to join the rest of the party.

  Our eyes linger across Peter’s beautiful ass as he leaves us, and for a moment I find myself floating in a haze of overwhelming homosexual bliss. The second I realize that Nick is right here with me, however, I’m torn back into reality.

  I suddenly finally myself flooded with a powerful sense of jealousy and anger. It’s one thing to imagine my husband showing off like this in some vague sexual fantasy, but it’s another thing entirely to experience it in real life. Now that I’m actually standing here in the presence of another man ogling the guy of my dreams, I don’t know what to do with myself.

  I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to muster up all the emotional discipline that I possibly can. I visualize myself rounding up the wrath that I feel and the pushing it away, letting it float into the air as it becomes a weightless cloud. Now I can see what’s underneath, and soon enough I’m letting this new sensation overwhelm me; a sensation of powerful, aching lust.

  I know exactly what I want to say, but something is stopping me, my brain unable to connect to my jaw as Nick and I continue to stand here in utter silence.

  Finally, I somehow manage to push out a single sentence. “He looks pretty good, huh?”

  Nick glances over at me from the corner of his eye, trying to read my motives.

  “Yeah man,” he finally offers with a fair bit of caution.

  I laugh. “It’s okay, you can admit it.”

  Nick finally relaxes. “I stand corrected. You guys are pretty fucking wild.”

  Suddenly the two of us are cracking up, realizing just out crazy this entire situation is. The moment is actually very comforting, making me realize that no matter what happens, or how deep into this strange new fetish of mine that I want to push, things will probably stay relatively the same between Peter and I.

  The desire to take things even farther hits me hard, like a physical force that nearly doubles me over. I realize now that this strange new desire within me is not just some passing phase, and it has grown to the point that it simply cannot be ignored.

  I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, centering myself for a moment as I decide on how to play this.

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell my friend.

  I turn and head back down the deck, making my way through the crowd of revelers towards my husband. I can see his across the yard, clearly enjoying the attention that he’s getting from men and women alike. It appears that both of us have discovered a brand new fetish; me watching, and him being watched.

  Finally, I arrive at Peter’s side. He smiles wide when he sees me, breaking off from his current conversation as he wraps his arms around my body and kisses me deeply on the mouth.

  “Having fun?” I ask playfully when he finally pulls away.

  Peter nods.

  “I’ve got an idea that I think you might like,” I continue, my voice trembling slightly.

  My husband and I step farther away from the crowd as our voices drop, both of us realizing that whatever comes next is going to be a bigger deal than just a little harmless flirting.

  “I like seeing the way they look at you,” I offer. “I like watching you flirt.”

  Peter smiles. “Good, baby.”

  “I might even like it if you…” I begin, hesitating slightly.

  I’m not exactly sure I can say the words as they stick in the back of my throat.

  “You can tell me,” my husband coos seductively, egging me onward.

  “I might even like it if you did more than just flirt,” I finally say. “I might like watching you fuck someone else.”

  My husband’s eyes go wide, physically reeling as I cross over this sacred line. Up until this point, everything we’d been saying and doing had a certain playful air to it, a sense that this was all just a bit of fun and games. Now, Peter realizes just how serious I really am, and is forced to grapple with the fact that I might be willing to take this to its natural conclusion.

  “Okay,” Peter finally replies, the single word sending a sharp chill of arousal down my spine. “What’s the plan?”

  I glance back up towards Nick, who has diligently returned to his job flipping burgers.

  “Let’s just say that if you happened to pull Nick away from the party, and things happened to get out of hand in our upstairs bedroom… I wouldn’t mind,” I offer.

  My husband is both shocked and aroused. “Really?” he questions.

  I nod. “As long as the door is cracked open enough so that someone else might get to watch.”

  The longer Nick and my husband are gone for, the harder my heart slams within my chest. I’m literally shaking with anticipation, struggling to act natural as I give them time to begin.

  Who knows? Maybe nothing is going to happen. Maybe Nick is going to turn down my husband’s advances.

  Based on the way Peter is looking, however, I doubt it.

  Finally, after what seems like forever, I head inside. Within this cabin, the outside party seems to be raging far, far away, the sound muffled and muted.

  Instead, I can faintly hear another distinct sound drifting across my ears.

  I creep towards the stairs, then slowly head up, listening intently as the soft whimpers of my husband grow louder and louder. I reach the top and then round a corner, suddenly coming face to face with a vision that I never thought I’d see in a million years.

  There, through a crack in the door to our guestroom, is my husband and Nick, the two of them kissing passionately as they begin to strip away one another’s clothing.

  My breath catches in my throat, but this time the anger that I’ve grown accustomed to doesn’t even have a chance to start. Instead, I find myself flooded with arousal, completely consumed by my desire to watch this erotic scene unfold. I quietly creep closer and closer to the crack in the door, peering through as I pull my rock hard cock from within my pants.

  “Are you sure we should be doing this?” Nick whispers.

  “Fuck yes,” my husband replies confidently.

  The clothes keep coming off, thrown to the side as more and more of their bodies are exposed. Eventually, Peter and Nick are completely naked before me, their hands exploring the topography of these perfectly sculpted forms.

  My husband is clearly happy with what he has found, unable to keep himself from smiling as his hands drift lower and lower across Nick’s chest and abs. Eventually, he come
s to rest at the man’s waist, teasing him for a moment with the promise of what’s to come.

  “You want me to stroke that big fat dick of yours?” Peter coos.

  Nick nods.

  “Beg for it,” my husband demands.

  “I want you to stoke that cock,” Nick says, the words falling out of his mouth in a long sigh.

  My husband looks over and makes eye contact with me through the crack in the door, finally noticing I’m there. He smiles and gives me a slight nod, this brief connection filling me with a powerful assurance.

  “Okay,” Peter finally says, turning his attention back to his new lover.

  My husband finally makes his move, reaching down and wrapping his slender fingers around Nick’s thick rod. The man lets out a long groan as Peter begins to pump his grip up and down across his shaft, starting slowly at first and then gradually gaining speed. The two of them begin to move together, rocking back and forth as their lips meet for a barrage of passionate kisses.

  Eventually, the desire within them grows too large to contain.

  My husband suddenly drops down to his knees before Nick, gazing up at him for a moment as he drags his tongue slowly across the man’s enormous shaft. It’s an incredible sight to witness, my loving husband with another man’s rod projecting out towards him. Honestly, it’s enough to make me blow my load right here and now, but I somehow manage to hold myself back with all the discipline I can muster.

  Peter continues to tease Nick orally, sucking his hanging balls for a bit before finally returning to the task at hand. The next thing I know, my husband is opening wide and taking his new lover’s enormous cock between his lips, immediately getting to work as he bobs his head up and down across his girth. Faster and faster Peter continues to pump, servicing him belligerently as Nick moans and groans above him.

  Eventually, my husband takes things to the next level, pushing his face as far as he can across this giant rod. Nick’s cock slips deeper and deeper into Peter’s throat, the man of my dreams somehow relaxing his gag reflex enough to allow Nick’s thick dick past. The shaft plummets into my husband’s depths, finally coming to a rest at its absolute hilt.

  Nick places his hands on the back of my husband’s head now, savoring this moment of complete sexual control. I can tell that Peter loves submitting himself to him, giving himself away in this stunningly executed deep throat.

  The two of them hold like this for what seems like forever, until finally Peter is forced to pull back with a loud gasp, spit dangling from his lips in a long, semi-translucent strand.

  “Oh my fucking god,” Peter blurts, struggling to collect himself.

  There’s a crazed belligerence in my husband’s eyes now, a cock hungry lust that must be satiated.

  “I need you to fuck me,” Peter snarls. “Pound this tight gay ass right fucking now.”

  My husband immediately turns around and falls forward onto his hands and knees, popping his butt out towards the muscular man behind him. Peter wiggles his bare rump from side to side a bit, playfully showing off the goods. He reaches back and gives one cheek a loud slap.

  “What are you waiting for?” my husband continues. “Get over here and fuck me like you mean it.”

  Nick climbs down into position behind the man of my dreams and aligns his enormous rod with his puckered anal tightness. The second he’s in position, he thrusts forward in one deep, powerful swoop, filling him up completely.

  “Oh my fucking god,” Peter screams out, his fingers gripping tight against the floor below him. “That dick is so fucking big.”

  I can tell that my husband is having trouble with Nick’s enormity. While taking the man’s giant rod between his lips had been one thing, this is something else entirely, his body stretched well beyond its limits.

  Fortunately, Nick is a kind and understanding lover, taking his time with my handsome hubby as the two of them begin to grind slowly. Nick allows Peter to adjust to his size, and as I watch the two of them rock together, the expression on my husband’s face begins to transform into one of pleasant acceptance. Gradually, all of the discomfort slips away and becomes a warm, powerful ache.

  “Fuck me just like that, fuck me just like that,” Peter starts to repeat under his breath, the words spilling out of his mouth over and over again in a blissed out mantra. With every passing round he grows louder and louder, until eventually he’s screaming them out at the top of his lungs, not a care in the world about who might hear him. “Fuck me just like that! Fuck me just like that!”

  Nick is hammering away at Peter’s beautiful body with everything he’s got, slamming his rock hard cock deep inside of his with reckless abandon. As I watch this other man take my husband, I begin to match the movements of his slams with the pumping of my hand, getting myself off at the same pace.

  Never before have I hovered on the edge of orgasm for this long, every second feeling as though it could be my last as I powerful tidal wave of pleasure seems to endlessly hover above me, threatening the crest.

  Still, it doesn’t yet fall, just continues to build as my body trembles and quakes with a desire for release.

  Meanwhile, Nick pulls out of my husband and flips his over, so that my handsome hubby is now lying on his back with his legs spread wide. The handsome man repositions himself and then slides into Peter, who doesn’t need to a warm up this time.

  The two of them immediately fall back into sync with one another, slamming away as the sensations pass back and forth between their bodies, building in an ever-escalating loop of passion.

  As I watch, I see my husband’s stomach begin to clench and release, an easily recognizable sign that he is reaching the limits of his physical body. The sensations within his are just too much to contain. My husband reaches down and begins to frantically beat his swollen cock.

  “Oh my fucking god!” Peter screams, throwing his head back in a moment of unbridled enthusiasm. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”

  The next thing I know, my husband is erupting in furious display of orgasm, completely losing himself in the moment as he spasms below Nick. Nick, on the other hand, doesn’t let up for a second, continuing to hammer away at my husband’s asshole as he carries him across the finish line. How white jizz erupts from Peter’s shaft.

  When Peter finally finishes, Nick pulls out of him, climbing to his feet once more as my husband scrambles to get under him on his knees. Peter gazes up with that same cock hungry gaze as before, grabbing ahold of Nick’s cock as he beats him off with wild enthusiasm.

  “Cum all over me,” my husband demands. “Blow your fucking load all over this face. I need your fucking jizz.”

  It only takes three pumps of his tightly clenched fist before Nick is erupting like a volcano, his hot white spunk blasting out across the smiling man below him. My husband opens his mouth wide, catching as much of the splattering cum as he can and swallowing hungrily. What Peter doesn’t manage to get just covers his cheeks and chin, running down his skin in pearly streaks of white.

  Realizing this is my moment, I finally push myself over the edge as well. I cum hard right there in the hallway, allowing my jizz to cascade out onto the carpet below. The orgasm is so incredible that I nearly buckle at the knees, struggling to stay upright as my entire body reels from the sensation.

  When it finally passes, I stumble back, making my way into another room so I can catch my breath.

  “That was amazing,” I hear my husband tell Nick, winded and breathless.

  “It was,” he agrees, clearly at a loss for words.

  “We should get back to the party,” Peter continues.

  I can hear the door to their room open fully as Nick makes his way down the stairs.

  “I’ll be out in a second,” my husband calls after him. “I need to clean up a bit.”

  When silence falls once again I creep slowly out from my hiding place, as my husband does the same. We meet in the hallway.

  “Hey baby,” Peter coos, his face still covered in a
nother man’s cum.

  “Did you have fun?” I question.

  My husband nods. “Did you?”

  “That was the best sex of my life,” I offer, “and I wasn’t even the one fucking you.”

  Peter laughs. “Well, maybe there’s time for a little more,” he offers slyly. “This weekend is just getting started.”

  DIRTY LAUNDRY

  11

  My husband, Jeremy, is as gorgeous as they come, and now that the two of us have finally settled down for the quiet life of the suburbs, that has become even more apparent. Back in the day, the two of us spent all of our time out partying in the clubs, staying up until dawn as we danced the night away and made the usual mistakes of drugs, booze and sex. Back in those days we were just friends, but eventually became closer and closer as our party life faded into the distance behind us.

  Now, you’d never know it, but the drop dead gorgeous looks of Jeremy still keep us from ever really fitting it. It seems weird to say, because there isn’t anything in particular about the suburbs that would make someone more or less attractive, but he still sticks out like a sore thumb.

  It never quite feels like my husband belongs here, as though he’s been cut out of a magazine and pasted into this reality.

  The thing is, people notice. When Jeremy’s out watering the front lawn, there’s bound to be a neighbor or two who peeks around the corner or glances up over the hedge nearby.

  Fortunately for me, there’s nobody in the neighborhood that I’d have to worry about in that regard. Obviously, I trust my husband, but it certainly helps that we don’t have any other spectacularly good-looking or successful gay guys hanging around.

  Until today.

  I stroll outside to grab the newspaper this morning and immediately notice that an enormous moving truck has been parked in the driveway of the house next door. Its presence is so startling that it actually stops me in my tracks, not prepared to have something so large and intrusive appear during my usual daily routine.