Watching My Gay Husband Cheat

by Hank Wilder

  “Is there a charge for that?” I ask.

  “Oh, yeah,” the host blurts, ringing us up quickly. “That’s gonna be twenty-one sixteen.”

  I hand the guy his cash with a generous tip, and then my husband and I take our number, strolling out onto the patio before taking a seat at a small corner table.

  “What was that about?” Aaron questions.

  I start to laugh. “Our new friend here had some choice words when he saw you skating over.”

  Aaron’s eyes go wide. “Oh really?”

  “He wants to fuck you pretty bad,” I continue.

  Now my husband and I are both laughing, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation.

  “Something tells me he’s got a little bit of wishful thinking going on,” I continue, still chuckling. “He said you come in here all the time and flirt with him.”

  When Aaron hears this his expression changes, faltering slightly.

  “What?” I question.

  A mischievous smile slowly creeps its way across Aaron’s face. “He might not be lying about that one. I get most of my food for free here.”

  I’m blown away by this revelation, not at all mad, just kind of impressed. “Oh my god!” I blurt. “Baby!”

  Aaron shrugs.

  It suddenly strikes me that my husband and I have never really discussed the fact that his habit of riding around town in next to nothing brings a lot of sexual attention his way. We’ve talked at length about how he loves the way his skates get his out in the community, and how the feeling of the wind in his hair is something that he never wants to give up, but the erotic side of this equation has never really been a topic of discussion.

  “Do you flirt with a lot of other people like that?” I ask, trying to remain light hearted but accidently allowing a subtle bit of emotional weight to creep into my voice.

  “Maybe,” Aaron finally offers.

  This revelation creates a sharp stab of jealousy within my heart, something that I actively struggle to fight against in my daily life. The key to a good relationship is to allow your partner the freedom they deserve, and I never want to come like as a jealous gay husband.

  Still, it’s hard not to feel a slight bit of envy when I think about Aaron out here with his tiny shorts and his brilliant smile, playfully winking his way through the day.

  “Are you okay?” my husband questions.

  “Of course,” I reply. “It’s just… I’m thinking about some things that I’ve never really considered.”

  “Like what?” Aaron continues.

  I search through the depths of my mind now, trying to understand this cocktail of emotions that swirl around me. If it was only a tidal wave of jealousy then I’d be set, but there’s much more going on here than I’d realized at first glance. The feelings I have are complicated and strange, and as I sit with them, something completely unexpected rises to the surface: arousal.

  “Is it weird that I think it’s kinda hot to imagine you flirting with other guys?” I finally question.

  My husband just stares at me blankly, not quite sure how to react. “What?” he asks. “Are you serious?”

  I shrug. “Yeah. I mean, I guess so.”

  Aaron seems to be skeptical about this whole thing, as though I’m playing some kind of trick on him, but as he watches me his expression begins to slowly shift, breaking out into a wide smile. “That’s… fun,” my husband finally says.

  “Everyone in town knows you,” I continue, “and they probably all want to fuck you.”

  “I’ve never really thought about it in those terms,” my husband replies.

  “But it’s kinda crazy to think about, right? You’re rollerboy. Who wouldn’t want to bang rollerboy?” I question.

  Aaron considers this for a moment. “Well, you don’t want everyone banging rollerboy, do you?”

  My heart skips a beat as I realize that my answer to this question is not quite what I expected it to be. I swallow, making sure that this is actually something I want to put out into the world. Some fantasies are better left in the realm of the imagination, and this very well could be one of them, but right now I’m just too tempted by my own potent curiosity.

  “I don’t know,” I finally admit. “Maybe.”

  The second I say this, my mind begins to fill with all kinds of erotic thoughts, imagining what it would be like to watch my handsome husband in the troughs of passion with another man. I picture them making out with one another feverously, then tearing off each other’s clothes. I picture my husband’s gorgeous body completely exposed, other than the roller skates that remain strapped tight upon his feet.

  My husband’s eyes are now narrowed slightly, shifting into a recognizable state of aching desire. He’s wearing his fuck-me face.

  “Let’s do it, then,” Aaron finally offers.

  My heart skips a beat as I’m reminded of the stark reality of this situation. This idea is no longer something that flutters past in the realm of fantasy, it’s something that could completely change our lives together.

  Still, it’s just too tempting to turn back now.

  “Okay,” I finally agree with a nod. “When you roll back home after lunch, I’ll follow you. You have my permission to do whatever you want on the way.”

  “Really?” Aaron questions, giving me one last chance to pull back. “Are you sure about this?”

  I nod. “Really.”

  “Then why wait until after lunch!” he replies with a mischievous grin.

  My husband stands up and then leans down to give me a sweet and playful kiss on the cheek. He then turns around and takes off down the sidewalk, swaying from side to side as he glides gracefully away.

  Moment’s later, our host emerges from the café with our food.

  “I’m sorry. Can I get that in a box?” I question.

  My heart slamming hard within my chest, I roll slowly down the street with my eyes peeled wide. I’m scanning the surroundings for any sign of my handsome husband, but it seems like I might’ve lost track of him. Maybe he took a different route home.

  I’m beginning to second guess my instincts on this, wondering if it was such a good idea to turn the man of my dreams loose with nothing to hold his blossoming desires in check. Who knows what he could be getting into at this very moment.

  Suddenly, I see him, I quick flash of his dark hair as my handsome hubby tucks around a corner. There’s another figure with him, a larger man who I’ve never seen before.

  I slam on the brakes, then center myself and pull over onto the side of the road. Not wanting to waste any time, I climb out of the car and begin to creep over towards the alleyway, listening intently for any sign of my husband and his brand new suitor. I peer around the corner, not quite sure what I’ll find, then quickly discover the alleyway is perfectly empty.

  “Of course they didn’t stop here,” I say to myself, the words falling out of my mouth in time with the realization as it enters my brain. “There’s too many people around.”

  We’re still in a fairly populated section of downtown, with shoppers hustling and bustling past.

  I continue forward, making my way down the alley as the sounds of the city fade away behind me. Deeper and deeper I continue, winding back and forth between the concrete twists and turns until, eventually, a strange quiet overwhelms me.

  It doesn’t last long, however.

  Faintly, I begin to hear a familiar giggle drifting across my ears, flirtatious and fun yet filling me with a potent sense of dread. I can’t believe this is actually happening.

  As I creep closer, the laughter grows louder and louder, until finally I can make out the words that come along with it.

  “My husband would be so upset if he caught me back here,” Aaron coos, laying it on thick.

  “Why? It’s not like we’re fucking,” comes the voice of an unknown man.

  “Not yet, Kent,” he replies.

  Kent, who I don’t know, begins to laugh as well, clearly enjoying himself.
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  I peer around the corner to find my husband and his new lover in each other’s arms at the end of the alley, swaying back and forth as they embrace. I’m immediately filled with a sense of powerful, visceral rage, but I use all of the discipline to I can muster to push it back down. I asked for this, and now it’s my problem to deal with.

  Still, it’s not just some simple problem with a black and white answer. The feelings that wash over me make up many shades of gray, and just swimming through them is making me more aroused than I’ve ever been.

  I watch in awe as my husband and his new lover begin to strip away the clothing from each other’s bodies, removing it slowly and then tossing it to the side. It’s not long before the two of them are standing completely naked before one another, their hands exploring with excitement as their mouths meet in a barrage of kisses. Fingers begin to creep lower and lower and then stop at the waistline as my husband teases his new lover.

  “You want me to work that fat cock of yours?” Aaron coos seductively.

  “Yes,” the man pleads with a nod.

  My husband plays with Kent a while longer and then finally has mercy, plunging his hand down and wrapping his fingers tight around the man’s giant member. Kent leans his head back and lets out a soft whimper as my husband gets to work on his cock, gently stroking him off.

  Aaron begins to glance around in the alley, searching for something until, finally, his eyes lock with mine. The two of us share a strange wordless moment, somehow trading all kinds of information back and forth with nothing more than an expression. In a split second, everything seems to stop, time slowing down around us as we connect until, finally, I give my husband a nod and a smile.

  Suddenly, everything speeds up again, Aaron dropping to his knees before his new partner and then opening his mouth wide. My husband takes Kent’s enormous rod between his lips, bobbing his head up and down across the man’s member in slow, seductive movements. He’s clearly enjoying himself, taking his time as he gazes up at him with a look of cock hungry enthusiasm.

  Meanwhile, I reach down and grab ahold of my own dick, stroking myself off in time with the erotic scene as it unfolds before me. I begin to match their rhythm, living vicariously through Kent as my husband services this other man.

  Soon, Aaron is pumping his face across Kent’s giant shaft as hard and as fast as he can, utterly belligerent with lust. He’s out of control, but just when I think he can’t take any more, he changes direction completely. The next thing I know my husband is popping the cock out of his mouth, then dragging his tongue in one long, graceful movement across the bottom of Kent’s rod. When my husband reaches the tip he kisses the head of his shaft with playful enthusiasm, then swirls his tongue around its ending in a few quick circles.

  When my husband gets back to work servicing his new lover’s cock, however, he’s all business. Aaron opens wide and takes the giant shaft within his mouth once more, only this time he doesn’t move his face up and down. Instead, the man of my dreams simply allows Kent’s dick to plunge deeper and deeper down into his gullet, somehow relaxing his gag reflex enough to slide his new lover past. The next thing I know, Kent’s fat rod has been completely swallowed in a stunning deep throat, my husband’s face pressed up hard against the man’s rock hard abs.

  Kent places his hands against the back of my husband’s head, savoring this moment as he holds my handsome hubby in a position of sexual submission. The two of them stay like this for what seems like forever, until finally my husband is forced to pull back in a sputtering gasp, struggling to collect himself.

  “Fuck yeah,” my handsome hubby groans, clearly enjoying the way that Kent has taken control of the situation. “I need more of that big cock of yours. I need you to fuck me right now.”

  “Sounds like a good idea,” my husband’s new lover chimes in.

  The man of my dreams spins around on the hard ground, finding a piece of cardboard and crawling onto it as he sways his hips from side to side. He’s playing up his sexuality in an almost comical way, but it’s definitely working. Kent’s eyes are completely transfixed on Aaron’s handsome body, lost in the moment.

  My husband stops and then pops his ass out towards Kent, wiggling his rump a bit and then reaching around to give it a playful slap. He spreads himself open for his new lover, allowing him to get a good look at his tightly puckered butthole.

  “You like what you see?” my husband questions.

  “Fuck yes,” Kent confirms with a nod.

  “Then get over here and fuck me,” Aaron continues. “Pound the fuck out of me like my husband never could.”

  Kent climbs down into position behind my husband, aligning his giant member with the tightness of his ass. He takes his time with the man of my dreams, teasing the rim of his anal entrance and then pulling back a bit. This happens multiple times until my husband is absolutely begging for it, Aaron gazing back over his shoulders and demanding that he be fucked.

  “Do it!” my husband screams. “I need that fucking cock! Pound me right now!”

  “You sure you want it?” Kent offers playfully in return.

  “Yes! I need that dick!” my husband screams.

  Never before could I have imagined this scenario, a surreal scene of my handsome hubby demanding that another man penetrate his perfect body. Even now, I’m not entirely sure where I stand with all this; all that I know is it feels so good to watch.

  Finally, Kent has mercy and slides forward into my husband’s glorious tightness, causing the man of my dreams to let out a startled yelp as this giant member is fully inserted.

  For all that begging, it appears my husband was not entirely prepared for Kent’s incredible size, gripping tightly onto the cardboard before his as he struggles to adjust to the man’s formidable girth.

  Thankfully, Kent is a gracious lover, refusing to move in and out of Aaron’s asshole until he’s able to take him. Instead, he stays exactly where he is, watching and waiting as my husband slowly grows accustomed to his mammoth rod.

  Eventually, the two of them begin to rock together, their bodies pumping in slow unison. This steady movement grows to a confident pace, and before I know it my husband and this other man are hammering into one another right before my very eyes. I quicken the pace of my own hand across my rod as they go, keeping up as the pleasure spills out through my body. I realize suddenly that I could cum at any second, but I don’t want to erupt just yet. I close my eyes and focus, desperately trying to save myself and pull back from the ledge, which I eventually do.

  Meanwhile, my husband and his new lover are having a hell of a time, perfectly in sync with one another as the pleasure passes back and forth between them.

  “Fuck me just like that, fuck me just like that,” Aaron begins to repeat over and over again, the words falling out of his mouth in a blissed out mantra as he’s railed from behind. With every passing round of words his voice grows louder and louder, until eventually he’s screaming out at the top of his lungs. “Fuck me just like that! Fuck me just like that!”’

  Apparently, Kent has other ideas.

  Suddenly, my husband’s new lover pulls out of him and stands up, lifting my handsome hubby along with him. Aaron turns around to face his muscular suitor and then, abruptly, Kent is lifting my husband up into the air.

  I watch as Aaron wraps his arms and legs around Kent’s body, then reaches back to grab ahold of his mighty, swollen rod. The man of my dreams aligns Kent’s giant member with his now reamed asshole, then drops down onto him with one deep and powerful movement.

  “Oh fuck!” my husband screams, his eyes rolling back into his head.

  The two of them immediately pick up right where they left off, grinding hard against one another as the force of gravity acts as their guide. Faster and faster they move together as Kent pumps my husband up and down, impaling Aaron’s gorgeous, muscular body across the shaft of his new lover.

  As I watch, my husband begins to shake and tremble, a recognizable sign that he
’s moving closer and closer to a powerful prostate orgasm. Aaron reaches down between his legs and begins to frantically beat his cock, these dual sources of pleasure working together within his and creating a looming tidal wave of sensation that now threatens to break.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” my husband shrieks.

  Suddenly, the building orgasm releases and hits my husband hard, Aaron kicking his legs out straight as he completely loses himself in the moment. His body is convulsing wildly as he cums, muscles expanding and contracting in unison as hot white jizz blasts out from the head of his shaft in milky payloads.

  I’ve seen my husband experience plenty of orgasms, but this appears to be the most powerful of them all.

  Meanwhile, the other man continues to pound away at the women of my dreams from below, carrying his through a sea of sensation and eventually emerging on the other side. When my husband is entirely finished, Kent pushes deep within his body and holds tight, erupting with a volcanic orgasm of his own. How he doesn’t buckle at the knees right then and there is beyond me, but somehow the man manages to stay upright as a long, satisfied groan escapes his lips.

  This is my cue to join them.

  Frantically beating my cock, I finally allow myself to tumble over the edge of orgasm, gritting my teeth as I do everything in my power to refrain from too much noise. Somehow I manage, but only when I prop myself up against the alley wall with my free hand, making damn well sure that I don’t tumble over. My jizz splatters out across the ground below me.

  When I’m finally finished I look up to see my husband and his new lover hugging and exchanging a sweet kiss. The two of them pull back on their clothes as I duck out of sight, realizing now that I’m dangerously close to getting caught.

  Fortunately, there’s a nearby crate that’s large enough for me to make my escape, and as Kent strolls past on his way out of the alley he doesn’t seem to notice a thing.

  Moment’s later, my husband comes rolling by.

  “Hey!” I cry, catching Aaron by surprise. He glides over to me and wraps his arms around my body, pulling the two of us tightly together.