by Hank Wilder
“I have a few ideas,” the man responds.
“Oh yeah?” my husband continues, pushing up against Kirk.
The two of them freeze here, the tension between them utterly unbearable until finally, at long last, it breaks. Suddenly, my husband and his new lover are kissing passionately, their hands excitedly exploring one another’s bodies. They begin to strip the clothing between them away, revealing beautiful swaths of skin.
Unable to control myself, I quickly unzip my pants and reach inside. Moment’s later I’m pulling forth my swollen cock and getting to work as I pump a tight fist across my length, watching as this blissfully erotic scene unfolds before me.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” my husband groans.
Suddenly, Leo and I make eye contact as he finally catches a glimpse of me from the shadows. The second that my husband sees me he freezes, thrust back into the reality of what he’s doing, but when he notices how much I’m enjoying the show, he immediately relaxes.
I give my handsome hubby a nod.
Leo quickly turns his attention back to Kirk, allowing his hands to drift lower and lower across the man’s chiseled physique. Eventually, the man of my dreams reaches Kirk’s waist, hovering here as he teases him with the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Get it out,” my husband whispers into the man’s ear.
Kirk does as he’s told, pulling forth and enormous, swollen cock and allowing it to bounce in the air before him.
My husband smiles when he sees his new lover’s formidable size.
“You want me to touch it?” Leo continues.
Kirk nods.
“You sure?” my husband asks.
“Yes,” Kirk finally says.
Finally, Leo has mercy, reaching down and wrapping his fingers tight around Kirk’s aching rod. The man lets out a started gasp the second that my husband touches him, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he reels from the sensation.
Immediately, my beautiful hubby gets to work pumping his hand up and down across the man’s length, stroking him off enthusiastically as he rocks his hips in time with Leo’s movements.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Kirk gushes.
“Just wait,” my husband offers with a laugh.
The next thing I know, Leo is dropping to his knees before the handsome man, gazing up at him with cock hungry eyes and then opening wide. My husband takes Kirk’s cock between his lips, swiftly getting to work as he bobs his head across his length. Leo knows exactly what he’s doing, trying out a variety of techniques as he orally services his new lover.
Eventually, Leo pops the dick out of his mouth and then slowly drags his tongue across his entire length, licking the man’s shaft from the base to the tip and then kissing him playfully on the head of his cock.
My husband opens wide once more, only this time he doesn’t just pump his face across Kirk’s length. Instead, the man of my dreams pushes his new lover’s shaft deeper and deeper into his gullet, allowing the dick to slide down into his absolute depths. He somehow relaxes his gag reflex enough to consume the man’s rod completely, swallowing him to the hilt as his face comes to rest pressed hard against Kirk’s abs.
My husband’s new lover places his hands against the back of his head, taking control as the man of my dreams submits himself to Kirk completely. They stay like this for what seems like forever until, finally, Leo pulls back with a sputtering gasp, struggling to collect himself while a long strand of saliva dangles from his lips.
“I need you inside me,” my husband suddenly demands. Rising to his feet with a fire in his eyes.
Leo struts past his new lover, stripping off the rest of his clothes as he goes and then arriving at the kitchen table completely naked. He places his hands against the wooden edge and then bends forward, popping his bare ass out towards Kirk and wiggling it playfully from side to side.
“You like what you see?” Leo coos.
“Looks good enough to eat,” Kirk offers playfully in return.
“Oh, I think I’m gonna need a little more than that,” my husband continues. “I need you to fuck me silly.”
The man of my dreams reaches back and slaps his perfectly toned rump, then pulls his cheeks open to reveal the goods.
“What are you waiting for?” Leo coos. “Get over here and fuck me.”
Kirk finally springs into action, stepping up behind the man of my dreams and aligning his enormous cock with his puckered butthole. He takes a moment to position himself and then finally slides forward, pushing deep into Leo’s body.
My husband lets out a startled yelp as the man enters him, his fingers gripping the wooden table before him.
It appears Kirk’s incredible size might be slightly too much for Leo to take, and although he handled him orally without a problem, this formidable rod deep within his ass is much, much more.
Fortunately, Kirk is a patient lover, taking his time with the man of my dreams and allowing his to adjust to his substantial size. For the first few moments, the two of them don’t move at all, just appreciating the fullness.
Eventually, however, Kirk begins to slowly pump in and out of my beautiful hubby, taking his time as Leo’s body adjusts to the impressive girth within.
Meanwhile, I begin to match the pace of their thrusting with the pumps of my hand across my cock. I quickly fall into sync with my husband and his new lover, an outsider looking in.
Faster and faster the two of them pulse together, until eventually they fall into a steady rhythm. It’s an incredible sight to behold, an erotic vision that I never would’ve thought possible, and certainly never would’ve expected to enjoy. Instead, I find myself completely entranced by the expressions of pleasure upon my husband’s face, amazed by the way that he looks in the heat of passion with another man.
“Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god,” Leo begins to repeat over and over again, mumbling the words under his breath in a frantic mantra. With every round the man of my dreams grows louder and louder, until finally he’s crying out at the top of his lungs, completely beside himself with pleasure as a multitude of sensations blossom within him. Soon enough, he’s screaming out these words out at the top of his lungs, filling the house with his potent erotic song. “Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god!”
My husband’s eyes roll back into his head, his body trembling and quaking hard as Kirk continues to hammer away at his from behind. Leo reaches down between his legs and begins to beat his hanging cock, his fingers rapidly moving across his swollen shaft.
My husband bites his lip, struggling to contain all of this building sensation within.
Of course, I know better, and I know exactly what that familiar expression means. He’s about to cum.
Moments later, Kirk finally pushes the man of my dreams over the edge, not letting up for a second as Leo cums hard across Kirk’s dick. The two of them are heaving against one another in a series of powerful movements, giving it their all as the mighty climax surges through my husband.
Leo throws his head back and lets out a wild shriek, semen erupting from his dick. “Oh shit! That feels so fucking good!”
I can tell by the expression on Kirk’s face that he’s getting close to the end of his journey as well. Before my husband has even finished cumming, his new lover pushes deep within his and holds, trembling hard as he finally allows the climax to overwhelm him.
“Oh fuck!” Kirk screams as hot white jizz erupts from the head of his shaft, filling my husband completely with his seed.
Watching the two of them climax together like this is simply too much for me to bear, and although I’ve been pacing myself the whole time, I feel like my erotic journey has finally come to a thrilling end. As I swiftly beat my swollen cock, I push myself over the edge and erupt in a fit of pleasure.
I close my eyes tight, trying my best to not push back against the sensations that build within me but finding this all slightly difficult. It’s only when I let go completely that I receive t
he outcome I’ve been looking for.
I grit my teeth and hiss through them as the climax erupts across my body, hot pearly spunk cascading from the head of my dick and splattering across the carpet below.
When I finally finish I stumble back into the darkness, struggling to catch my breath.
“That was amazing,” Kirk gushes from off in the kitchen.
“And healthy,” my husband offers in return. “What a workout.”
I take a deep breath and let it out, looking inward. Now that I’ve finished myself off, I’m still just as interested in exploring this newfound fetish.
I may not be as interested in cultivating the health conscious lifestyle that my husband consistently enjoys, but I’m glad I have this window into his world.
One thing’s for sure: I feel great.
POOL SHARK
13
Hidden talents are a beautiful thing; a lurking bit of charm that seldom gets to see the light of day. When the opportunity arises, however, they can completely change someone’s perception of you.
My hidden talent is simple enough, a few magic tricks that I picked up in college and never really got around to putting down. I don’t practice them much, but every once in a while I’ll find an opportunity to toss out some slight of hand in a social setting.
It always goes well.
Funny enough, this is how I met my husband, Jeremy. We were at a party and he was messing around with a deck of cards, wondering aloud if anyone wanted to play a game with him. I was lukewarm on playing, but perfectly happy to make him draw the card I wanted using a simple force. The rest is history.
Now we’re happily married, and things have never been better; or so I thought.
My husband leaves for work a little earlier than I do, and today is no exception. The only difference, however, is this morning Jeremy forgot his cell phone.
Obviously, I want to get it back to the man of my dreams, but without a way to call there’s not much more I can do. My only option is to drive it over to his office myself, and by then I’d be late for my own job.
Of course, things will sort themselves out in the end, but as I stand here staring at the little flat rectangle before me, I realize just how tempted I am to peek at what Jeremy’s been up to.
Recently, my husband has been spending a lot of time at his friend’s house, and coming home later and later in the evening. I don’t really think much of it, but now my mind is racing with all kinds of thoughts about what Jeremy might actually be doing with his time. I know that it’s crazy, that I have absolutely no reason to be suspicious of him, but still it’s hard not to let these seeds of doubt begin to bloom across my mind.
“No, I’m not that kind of guy,” I tell myself, literally saying the words out loud as I stare at Jeremy’s phone on the counter. “I’m not jealous.”
Besides, even if I wanted to see who he’s been texting with, I don’t know my husband’s password.
Suddenly, as I’m looking at it, the phone buzzes. I new text appears on the screen, forcing itself into my field of vision whether I want it to or not.
“Hey, this is Bob’s Billiards, your jacket was left here last night. Come on down to pick it up,” I read aloud, deeply confused.
Jeremy told me he was at his friend’s place last night, and while they could’ve easily gone out on the town, my husband would’ve at least informed me about this journey. He’d recapped the night with me just an hour earlier, explaining how they’d made dinner and watched a little TV before losing track of time.
It turns out Jeremy was actually playing pool.
The only part about all this that actually makes sense to me is the billiards. Playing pool is one of Jeremy’s most impressive hidden talents, an unassuming young man who appears to have no idea what he’s doing until he actually has the cue in his hard. I’ve watched as my husband takes on opponent after opponent, knocking them out one by one and laying his claim to the table for all to see. As far as I know, Jeremy has never lost a game.
He’s also never lied about heading out to the pool hall, so why now?
Immediately, all of the thoughts and feelings of jealousy that I’d been holding at bay come flooding back through my veins, filling me up with an overwhelming sense of tension. I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself, just pacing back and forth in the kitchen as I struggle to settle my mind.
Should I confront Jeremy about why he lied to me?
Being direct about this whole thing seems like the most obvious approach, but I’m not entirely sure it’s the smartest one. If there’s anything I’ve learned from doing magic, it’s to not show all your cards at once.
As I scan my mind for options, I suddenly remember that Jeremy is heading back over to his friend’s place tonight. I immediately plan to follow him, suspecting that I’ll probably end up at Bob’s Billiards halfway across town.
Suddenly, the front door opens up and my husband comes barreling into our house, going straight for the kitchen.
I jump away from the phone, trying to act natural.
“Hey baby,” my husband offers, kissing me on the cheek as he rushes past. “I forgot this.”
Jeremy grabs his phone off the counter, then smiles wide as he turns and heads back out the way that he came.
“Love you, Mark!” my husband calls back to me as he disappears.
“Love you, too!” I reply.
The second Jeremy puts on his left turn signal I gasp out loud, realizing suddenly that my suspicions had been correct. We live in a small town with only a few main roads, and there’s absolutely no reason he’d be driving this direction if he was actually heading to his friend’s place.
My husband is going to play pool.
I keep my distance, rolling along slowly and then speeding up in my car when Jeremy finally rounds the corner ahead.
The next fifteen minutes becomes a long game of cat and mouse, but it gets easier and easier as I confirm that Bob’s Billiards is, in fact, where my handsome husband is headed.
Eventually, I stop following closely and just take my time, knowing the route already. When I arrive at the pool hall, my husband’s car is parked out back exactly where I’d expect it.
I wait for a moment, making sure the coast is clear, then climb out of my car, rushing through the shadows as I make my way up to the front of this establishment. I push through the doors slowly, scanning this bar for any sign of my husband and then gasp when I see him.
Jeremy is next to a nearby pool table, taking to a gorgeous, muscular man in a very heated way. I can’t quite hear them from here, but it seems like they might be arguing. Seconds later, however, Jeremy reaches up and puts his hand on the man’s chest, letting it linger for a moment of erotic tension.
It takes every bit of discipline I can muster to keep from exploding with rage right then and there, but somehow I hold myself back. Instead, I take a deep breath and then let it out, creeping closer and closer as I pull my hood up over my head.
I’m doing my best to keep from drawing attention to myself, and somehow make it all the way over to a booth directly across from my husband’s pool table. he doesn’t notice me at all, much too focused on the man that he’s flirting with.
Now I can hear everything.
“Well, if you really think you can beat me then it doesn’t matter, now does it?” Jeremy teases.
The handsome man grins wide. “We’ve played before,” he says, “I’m not an idiot. I know you’re gonna win.”
“Little old me?” my husband continue, rocking from side to side playfully. “I mean… you’re probably right. But what if you win? Wouldn’t it be fun to fuck me?”
My breath catches in my throat as Jeremy says this. I’d seen his blatantly flirting, but up until this point I’d still held onto hope that there was some kind of reasonable explanation for all this. Now I know exactly what’s on the table here, and it fills me with a swirling cocktail of anger, sadness, and envy.
Still, I refuse to get up
from my booth, listening intently as their conversation continues.
“I would like to fuck you,” the man says, “but how do I know you’re gonna pay up?”
My husband presses himself up against the other player, smiling coyly. “Why wouldn’t I? A big strong guy like you could definitely show me a good time. It’s a win win for me.”
“Then why not just get to the banging?” the man counters, leaning in towards my husband in an attempt to kiss him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Jeremy responds, pulling back immediately. “You’ve gotta win first.”
The anger within me dissipates slightly as I get a better picture of what’s going on here. My husband is not actually fucking this man, or any other, he’s just putting his ass on the line while he plays. I’m still angry that he’s hiding all of this from me, but I can certainly see why he’s kept it a secret. There’s a lot more at stake here than I’m comfortable with, but I’ve also never seen him lose.
“Let’s play then,” the handsome man offers, finally accepting the bet.
He strolls over and grabs a pool cue off of the wall, approaching the green felt table confidently.
“No, no,” my husband protests. “Money on the ledge first, Eli.”
The man rolls his eyes, then pulls an enormous stack of bills out from his pocket. I try my best not make a show of it as I glance over, but still gasp slightly when I realize he’s carrying hundreds. There must be two or three grand sitting there.
“Happy now?” Eli questions.
“Very,” my husband replies. “Now shoot.”
The man steps forward and positions himself over the table, eyeing his shot for a good while and then finally punching the cue ball forward with his stick. I loud crack echoes out through Bob’s Billiards.
The next long while I sit here in my booth, listening in as the two of them play pool. They pass witty banter back and forth between them while the game rolls on. My husband keeps up the flirting, but he also doesn’t lose focus on his game, making sure to keep a few steps ahead of Eli at all times.