Watching My Gay Husband Cheat

by Hank Wilder

  “Fuck me just like that, fuck me just like that,” my husband begins to murmur under his breath, repeating the phrase over and over again to himself in a frantic mantra. With every passing round his words grow louder and louder, until eventually he’s screaming them out at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the neighborhood. “Fuck me just like that! Fuck me just like that!”

  By now the two of them are hammering away at one another with everything they’ve got, completely lost in the moment. In a burst of inspiration, Randy pulls out of my husband and flips his over so that he’s lying on his back in the grass, his legs spread wide.

  The neighbor aligns his dick once more and then plows forward, hammering into my husband’s asshole as the two of them pick up right where they left off. No warm up is needed as their carnal cries fill the air once more.

  “That dick is so fucking good,” my husband screams. “You’re so much better than my husband!”

  He knows that I’m listening in, so there’s a bit of playfulness to this erotic diatribe, but it still hits me hard. Strangely, however, I fucking love it. I love the way that Jeremy is taking all of the power in this exchange, fulfilling himself while tossing all kinds of barbs my way.

  The feeling is incredible, even from all the way over here in the kitchen, peering through the window with my cock in my hands.

  “Make me cum! Make me cum!” my husband begins to cry out. “I’m so fucking close!”

  I watch as Jeremy reaches down his stomach and starts to frantically beat his swollen cock, his fingers pulsing up and down as his body trembles and quakes. I’ve seen this familiar shake before, and I know exactly what it means.

  The next thing I know, Jeremy is throwing his head back and letting out a wild, unbridled howl of pleasure. He’s completely lost in the moment as a powerful orgasm rips through his frame, causing his to kick his legs completely straight. He’s utterly beside himself with pleasure as jizz erupts from his shaft in pearly strands.

  “Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” my husband screams.

  When he finally finishes, Randy pulls out of him. The man stands up and walks over so that he’s directly above my husband’s smiling face. He begins to frantically beat himself off, with a little help from Jeremy. It’s not long before Randy is cumming as well, blasting his hot load across the gorgeous face of the man of my dreams.

  I watch as the hot white spunk rains down across Jeremy’s wide grin, completely covering him with the milky seed. It looks absolutely incredible to see him plastered with another man’s spunk.

  It’s in this moment that I finally allow myself a release as well, cumming so hard that I nearly buckle at the knees. Somehow I manage to stay upright, however, shaking hard as my body surges with pleasure. I completely lose myself in the moment, and when I finally return, I find that Randy and my husband are hugging one another as they say their goodbyes.

  “That was incredible,” Randy gushes.

  “Likewise,” Jeremy replies with a knowing smile.

  “Let’s do it again sometime?” Randy questions.

  My husband nods, glancing up at the window from which I watch them. “My husband works a lot, I think they’ll be plenty of chances for us to meet up.”

  The two of them part, Randy heading back over to his yard and my husband strolling up towards the house. When Jeremy pushes through the door and into the kitchen I’m waiting for him.

  “Looks like you had a good time,” my husband offers with a smirk.

  I nod. “You too.”

  “Was it everything you hoped for?” he questions.

  “Even more than I expected,” I reply. “I can’t wait for the next one.”

  TASTE TEST

  12

  Some people are content for life to just wash over them and carry them away, drifting along in a current of activities, relationships, and friendships while never much paying attention to any churning gears behind the scenes. I’m one of those people, and I find the less I think about what makes my life tick, the better. I make my choices based on a strong, basic sense of morality, but I rarely want to pull back the curtain and figure out what makes this clockwork run so smoothly.

  My husband Leo, on the other hand, is like a private investigator within his own mind and body. Every single mood that he has becomes an attempt to find some deeper meaning, to decode the world around him and then maximize his interactions with it.

  Leo works out every morning, waking up at 4 AM while I’m still fast asleep in bed. He takes a two-mile run and then does a series of routines in our living room that are specifically crafted for his body and its various intricacies and needs. Day in and day out he eats right, making sure to track his carbs and calories, and charts a variety of different vitamins that I’ve never even heard of.

  Suffice to say, he’s a very attractive man, fit and toned beyond the realm of any average, everyday citizen walking the streets. Leo would look perfectly in place on the cover of a magazine, but out here in the real world his presence can be a little jarring.

  I’m not complaining, obviously, and the small tasks like joining his for trips to our favorite specialty grocery store are a small price to pay. Sure, the food is much cheaper at the nearby megamart, but they definitely don’t have the specialized health foods that my husband is looking for.

  I pull up out front and park, Leo excitedly hooping out of the car with his reusable bag in tow.

  “I’m gonna run in and get started,” he calls back to me as he heads for the door of the specialty grocer. “That way you don’t have to wait around for too long.”

  He knows me well, and has accepted the part of me that would much rather have a thick, juicy cheeseburger than a freshly massaged kale salad.

  My husband disappears within the store as I take my time climbing out of the car. I’m not that hungry, and there’s nothing here for me in particular, but maybe I can find myself a nice candy bar to snack on while me and Leo continue with our day of errands.

  Eventually I head inside, scanning the small establishment for my husband. He’s nowhere to be found, disappearing down one of the aisles while he fills his basket with an assortment of vegetables that I can’t pronounce and vitamins I’ve never even heard of.

  At this point, I know it’s a lost cause, he’s already on a mission and I don’t want to get in the way of that.

  Instead, I head to the left, which appears to be an aisle full of tasty snacks, chips and crackers. Maybe this is where my candy bar is hiding.

  I quickly get to work looking up and down the shelf, noticing immediately that none of my familiar guilty pleasures are here. Instead, everything appears to be a strange, alternate reality version of itself. There are no puffs of mass produced cheddar cheese curls, only a strange vegan substitute that uses nutritional yeast. Instead of chocolate chip cookies in a bag there are raw, sugar free morsels crafted from some strange root.

  “Ugh,” is all that I can think to say, the word simply popping out of my mouth in an involuntary expulsion.

  Granted, there are no candy bars in this section, which means my goal could still be attainable. It would be very difficult to fuck up something as simple as a candy bar, and so long as there’s chocolate and nuts involved, I’m good.

  Continuing my hunt, I stroll down the aisle and make a sharp turn at the end, immediately stopping myself when I catch a glimpse of my beautiful husband about 20 feet away. Leo doesn’t see me because his attention is completely wrapped up in the man who stands before him, chatting away with a wide smile and a friendly, casual demeanor. The man appears to be handing out samples of something, which is a very normal interaction to witness in a store like this.

  However, the way that my husband is reacting to this handsome man is something else entirely.

  Leo and I have been married for nine years now, so I’d say that I know him pretty damn well. I can read his like a book, translating the movement of his arms and legs, the tone of his voice, or the simple angle of his posture.<
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  Yes, my husband is very interested in what appears to be a vegan, non-GMO supplemental powder that this man is selling from his makeshift booth, but he’s also interested in him.

  Honestly, I can’t blame him, the guy is objectively very attractive, with a perfectly sculpted body and a winning smile that can’t be denied.

  That doesn’t change the fact he’s a married man, though.

  I feel a surge of jealousy pulse through my body, compelling me to step forward and say something. It washes through me like a tidal wave of emotion, yet somehow I manage to stand firm against the tide. I don’t want to be that guy.

  Instead, I just stand here tucked away behind a tall shelf, gazing out at the man of my dreams and this particularly attractive salesman as they continue to interact.

  Of course, the second that I manage to relax, my husband reaches out and touches his new friend on the arm, running his fingers across his skin in a very deliberate movement that I’ve seen a thousand times before. He’s flirting.

  The jealousy surges within me yet again, and still I absolutely refuse to react. Instead, I find myself sitting in this emotion, letting it consume me and choosing to dive even deeper instead of pull myself away. I allow my body to work through the emotions that come with something like this, the anger and the envy and the confusion.

  I allow these sensations to pulse across my being, until finally they disappear and leave me with only one singular sensation in their place: arousal.

  My heart slamming within my chest, I struggle to look inward, to explain this utterly bizarre reaction to the visions of my husband flirting with another man. I should be furious right now, or horrified by the idea of what might come next, but instead I’m absolutely loving it. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been, and in my mind’s eye I imagine what it would be like if they took things even farther.

  I picture the two of them kissing passionately as they tear away at one another’s clothing, tossing the fabric to the side as they expose their bodies to each other. I imagine this new set of hands roaming across my husband’s perfect form, exploring his in a way that only I have been able to do for nearly a decade.

  Then suddenly, my husband leaves, causing these erotic visions to immediately dissipate from my mind’s eye.

  I quickly collect myself and head down the aisle, eventually finding Leo at the front counter as he pays for his groceries.

  “Hey,” I offer, strolling up next to the man of my dreams and giving his a kiss on the cheek. “You find everything you were looking for?”

  Leo nods, placing a few strange and unusual items on the counter before his as a worker scans them and places them into a bag. “Oh yeah, they always have my stuff here.”

  I realize suddenly that, in this very moment, our life can continue onward just like it always would, or I can suddenly jerk the wheel of our daily routine into the complete unknown.

  It’s a frightening thought, but also intoxicatingly tempting.

  My husband finishes checking out and the two of us head back out to the car. I watch as Leo makes one quick and final glance behind him, his eyes locking with the sample man as they exchange a knowing smile.

  Finally, I just can’t help myself. “Did you get some of that supplement?” I question.

  “What supplement?” my husband retorts, playing dumb.

  “From the guy in the back,” I continue.

  Leo smiles and shrugs. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, Nick.”

  The two of us climb into the car, but I don’t put my keys in the ignition. Instead, I just sit here in the driver’s seat, allowing my emotions of simmer.

  “What is it?” Leo questions, realizing now that something is up.

  “You don’t have to lie,” I offer, making damn sure through the tone of my voice that he knows I’m not angry or upset. I want to approach this casually.

  “I’m not lying,” my husband continues, doubling down. “I really have no idea who you’re talking about. What guy?”

  “So you weren’t flirting hard with that handsome man who was passing out samples at the back of the store?” I question. “I mean, I don’t blame you, he was really good looking. I don’t know about going for a guy who passes our samples for a living, though.”

  “He’s the owner of the company,” my husband counters.

  This news actually gives me slight pause, realizing suddenly that not only is this mysterious guy incredibly attractive, he’s also probably quite well off. Still, I push onward, and it suddenly hits me that my husband has been caught red handed.

  I burst out laughing. “I thought you didn’t know what guy I was talking about!”

  Leo turns slightly red, then rolls his eyes in acceptance. “Okay, okay. So I was flirting with Kirk a little bit.”

  “Caught,” I exclaim. “Kirk, huh?”

  “Are you mad at me?” Leo questions, putting on his puppy dog eyes now.

  I shake my head. “Actually, no. Not at all. Not even a little bit.”

  “That’s why I love you,” my husband continues, reaching across the seat and putting his arms around me.

  He pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply on the mouth, the two of us connecting in a powerful way. We stay locked in the moment for a good while, some sort of unspoken communication pulsing back and forth between us in a manner that is almost supernatural.

  “There’s something else you want to say,” my husband finally observes when he pulls back again.

  “There is,” I admit, my heart slamming hard within my chest. “When I saw the two of you flirting like that, it didn’t make me mad. It actually kind of turned me on.”

  “What?” Leo blurts, completely sidelined by my admission. “Are you serious?”

  I nod.

  “And you’re not fucking with me?” he continues.

  I shake my head from side to side.

  Leo’s expression begins to slowly transform, from one of utter confusion and disbelief, to one of deep curiosity. “How much did it turn you on?”

  “A lot,” I continue. “I was picturing what it would be like to catch the two of you making out with each other instead of just talking. Or even…” I trail off a bit, still not quite capable of saying the words.

  “Or even what?” my husband prods.

  “Or even fucking him,” I finally continue.

  Leo grins wide now, no longer trying to hide the reality of his emotions. “You know, he’s trying to get people to buy that supplement of his by doing home demos,” the man of my dreams explains. “Kirk asked me if I wanted him to come by and show me how to integrate that powder into my cooking.”

  “And what did you say?” I continue.

  “I said no, because I didn’t think my husband would like that very much,” Leo continues, “but now it seems like I might have underestimated him.”

  “Sounds like it,” I reply with a smile.

  “Do you want me to go in there and tell him that I’m in?” my husband asks bluntly, a fire in his eyes now.

  I take a moment to answer, looking deep within to see if this is really what I want, to see if this potent new fantasy I’ve discovered is really worth bringing into reality. Some stones are best left unturned to be honest, and there’s a big chance this is one of them, but I also think my new fetish will continue to haunt me until it’s satiated.

  “Yeah,” I finally say, the word sizzling in the air as it hangs between us.

  There’s a quick beat and then, suddenly my, husband is opening the car door and heading back into the store, a spring in his step. I swallow hard, wondering if I’ve made the right decision.

  Arriving home from work I make sure to park on the street, not wanting to interrupt anything and ruin the chances of this wild fantasy becoming a reality. Either way that this unfolds, I’m certain Kirk is more than thrilled to fuck my husband, but the real question is how okay he is with me watching from the shadows.

  Hopefully, he’ll never have to make that choice and I
’ll go completely unnoticed.

  Of course, there’s always the very likely option that nothing erotic is happening at all, that my husband has already called this whole thing off and has decided he’d rather not explore our wild fantasy.

  I walk around the corner and quickly find this is probably not the case, as there’s an unfamiliar car parked in our driveway.

  Immediately, my mind begins to race, but I try my best not to get too excited. I walk briskly up the driveway and then reach the front door, opening it up carefully and slipping inside.

  Usually, I’d call out from my husband when I arrive home, but not tonight.

  The lights are dim here in the entryway, but in the kitchen something lively is happening. I can sense some movement and hear two playful voices talking with one another.

  As I creep closer, I suddenly hear the familiar sound of my beautiful husband’s laugh, the man of my dreams clearly enjoying the company of the new man that he’s with.

  “Oh my god,” I say under my breath, realizing now that this is actually happening.

  Closer and closer I step until, finally, I’m right around the kitchen corner. I take a deep breath and then peer out from my place in the darkness, careful not to draw any attention to myself.

  My husband and Kirk are standing in the middle of the kitchen, their bodies much closer than any casual friendship would imply. Before them is a beautiful, colorful assortment of fruits and vegetables, finely diced up and ready to eat.

  Of course, their attention right now is focused anywhere but the food. Their gazes are locked in tight on one another, completely engrossed in this powerful moment of flirtation.

  “What do you think?” my husband coos to his new suitor, his tone dripping with seduction. “Should we taste the ingredients before we put them together?”

  Kirk picks up a razor thin slice of apple and lifts it up to my husband’s mouth. He places it between Leo’s lips as the man of my dreams begins to chew, his gaze still locked onto Kirk. “It’s good,” he says. “Anything else for me to taste?”