Switching Seth

by Jamie Hill

Cool, slick lube dripped over his shaft. Seth bucked his hips as she massaged it over the condom. He felt her legs press into his sides and could tell she squatted over him. At that moment, he'd have given anything for the chance to see her impale her ass on his cock. His mouth was dry, his voice cracked. “Please, Mistress. May I watch?"

  She froze then leaned forward to him. “What do you want to see?"

  He cleared his throat. “You, taking all of my cock in your ass. I want to watch it slowly disappear into your tight, hot channel."

  "Mmm.” She tugged the blindfold off and tossed it aside. “That does sound nice. Talk about it some more, Seth. Talk to me while I'm fucking you."

  She returned to position and reamed several lubed fingers in and out of her ass, stretching the hole. When she seemed satisfied she was properly prepared, she held up the shimmying vibrator.

  He watched her insert it into her pussy, making sure it was deeply seated. She grabbed his staff again, aiming it at her anus. “That's it. Take it all, Mistress. My cock is thick and full, ready to fill your hot, little ass."

  She worked her bum over the head of his erection. When it slid in, she eased herself down.

  "Ah, Jesus. That's good.” His hips thrust upwards to meet her ass.

  "Yes,” she purred, sitting on him. The expression on her face was one of pure bliss.

  "Two cocks filling both your hot holes. It looks like it feels good, Mistress."

  "It feels perfect.” Pressing her hands on his flat stomach, she raised and lowered her body.

  "I can feel the vibrations through your pussy walls. Damn, it feels nice. Too nice. I might not last long."

  She dropped over his chest, gazing at him with lust-filled eyes. “I'm coming. Oh god, I'm coming now! You can come whenever you want, Seth. Do what feels good, baby."

  He thrust upwards as much as he could with restrained hands. Her tits bobbed in his face, too far from his mouth to catch, but the image sent him over the edge. While she shuddered and gasped, he exploded, sending streams of cum into the rubber in her ass.

  Sated, she leaned forward and gave him a satisfied smile. After easing off his cock, she removed the vibrator, shut it off and tossed it on the bed. She unlocked his wrists and climbed in next to him, snuggling against his chest.

  Seth cradled her in his arms. “That was fucking perfect, Carla. Soft, gentle and perfect."

  "I thought so, too. I love you, Seth.” She buried her face in his light chest hair. “I understand you don't know what's going to happen, but I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you."

  He kissed her forehead. “You've become very important in my life. We'll figure it out.” One hand moved to her breast and squeezed. “So, do I get to play? I haven't had nearly enough of these."

  She leaned up, grinning. “What do you want to do?"

  "I want to dominate you, of course. I'll cuff you to the bed and show you how soft and gentle I can be."

  "Mmm, maybe. I thought I'd had enough, but you've got my pussy creaming again."

  "Just the way I like it.” He rolled out from under her and settled her onto the bed. Smiling down, he confirmed, “Can I cuff you?"

  "Yes, Master.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

  A thrill jolted down Seth's spine. He secured her hands to the headboard and made his way down her body with a trail of warm kisses.

  Skipping over her tits, he caressed and kneaded her stomach.

  "I'm kinda chubby,” she murmured.

  "You're perfect.” He blew a loud raspberry on her belly, and they both laughed. “I can't imagine you any other way than just as you are right now."

  Carla said slowly, “I'd given some thought to letting my tummy get bigger. For about nine months, anyway."

  "Really?” Seth was surprised. He didn't know she was considering having a baby.

  "What about you? Do you want children, Seth?"

  "Hmm?” He'd never considered it. Michael flat out said he didn't want kids. Seth had never had a chance to voice an opinion. “I don't really know."

  She shrugged. “Fair enough."

  He massaged the flesh on her belly again, picturing what it might look like, swollen and distended, with a baby inside. His cock twitched.

  Carla murmured, “I guess it's not something a gay man usually has to think about."

  Seth gazed at her full, round tits, highlighted by perfectly shaped, brown nipples. His eyes drew down to the slightly furred, definitely luscious valley between her legs. “Bisexual man, dear. I don't think there's much question about that, anymore."

  "Oh, yeah?” She grinned.

  "Oh, yeah.” His erection had firmed up, and he pressed it into her thigh. “Now spread your legs, please. I need another taste before I get started on those tits. Giving them the attention they deserve might take a while."

  Carla spread her legs and wriggled when he slipped between them.

  Seth gazed at her wet pussy and groaned with pleasure. He couldn't imagine anything better than this warm, comfortable spot. Whatever happened, he knew he didn't want to give this up. I can't lose her.

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  Chapter Ten

  Carla rushed home from work as she had every night for the past two weeks. Since she and Seth initially discussed her wanting a baby, they'd talked about it nearly every day. She was surprised how quickly he'd wrapped his mind around the idea. He'd actually gotten quite enthusiastic and had even suggested they have sex without a condom. Suddenly, she was the one dragging her feet, and with good reason.

  Michael doesn't want kids. Seth had told her that on several occasions. As much as she wanted to think Seth was finished with Michael, she knew in her heart he wasn't. And neither was she. She hadn't wanted their new relationship to end so abruptly. The threesome had been everything she'd never realized she'd been looking for. But one stupid mistake—panicking the night of their first Rose & Thorn party—might have ruined everything for them all.

  Sex with Seth was always passionate and intense. She couldn't have asked for more, but she felt that deep inside, from his perspective, he needed more. Something was missing—and for her, as well. Carla knew what it was but refused to say it out loud. They both missed Michael.

  "I'm home,” she called, tossing her handbag on the kitchen counter.

  "You'll never believe what I found out today,” Seth greeted her, more agitated than she'd seen him in a long while.

  "What's wrong?” She leaned up and pressed her lips on his.

  He ignored the kiss. “I went home to get a few more things and found Michael has another man living there."

  "He allowed someone else to move into your home? That's just not right.” The news surprised her, but an even bigger shock was her inner reaction to it. What the devil is Michael doing? How can he do that to Seth—and me?

  "Get this.” He stomped around the kitchen. “The guy is into total power exchange. His name is Spike. He wears a god damned collar around his neck all the time—that's basically all he wears—and he sleeps in a fucking cage! Michael moved a metal cage into the bedroom and he lined the fucking thing with newspapers! There's a blanket in one corner and a fucking water dish in the other!"

  "Oh my god. He joked about TPE. He never wanted that with you, did he?"

  "Hell, no. I don't think so, anyway. We teased each other about it, sometimes. But this guy is for real. Michael actually flaunted him in my face. Or my knees, anyway, because the guy never stood up. He crawled on the floor the whole time I was there."

  "Sit down.” She clasped his hands, and they sat. “This is obviously something Michael has wanted to experiment with for a while. Remember when I mentioned that guy in Phoenix with a TPE wife? Michael said it sounded interesting."

  "He was fooling around. He never seriously showed interest in TPE. I can't believe it. I don't know whether to be upset or angry as hell."

  "Go with the anger. Don't let anything he does upset you, anymore. Rise above it."

  He stared at her w
ith sad eyes and clutched her hands. “You know it's not that easy."

  She gazed back and finally pushed away. “Damn it! I know it. I don't want to know it, but I do. You miss him.” And so do I.

  "We've been together for eight years. We've worn rings the last three. I know not everyone recognises our marriage as legal and binding, but we've always felt it was. And finally, the state validated our feelings.” He smiled sadly.

  Carla sighed. “It's the kind of thing everyone wants to have someday."

  He cocked his head at her. “Do you? Do you want the ceremony and the rings, the whole deal?"

  She shrugged. “I don't know. It's hard to see into the future. I only know what I want right now, which includes you, and possibly a baby.” And Michael. But it might be too late.

  He cupped her neck. “I love the sound of that more and more each day. But damn it, I have to settle this thing with Michael. I don't know what's going to happen, but I know it's not over."

  She rubbed her cheek against his hand. “You need to talk to him—without Spike there. Find out what he's thinking, how he feels, all that stuff. You have to, Seth.” And I have to know if I can still be part of it, too.

  He closed his eyes. “I know, but I can't. Not yet. The image of that cage is too fresh in my mind. I won't go back there right now."

  "Okay.” Carla pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him. “Do what you need to do. You're a strong man. You can handle this."

  "Seeing Spike there surprised me. It was something I never expected."

  "Answer a question. If Michael had taken a lover—a normal guy—well, normal as someone who sleeps with Michael can be—"

  "Hey, I resent that.” He made a face.

  She grinned. “Shit, sorry. You knew what I meant. If he'd taken a regular lover, would you be so upset?"

  Seth seemed to think about it. “I don't know. Maybe."

  "You would!” She shook her finger at him. “How can you blame him for doing exactly what you've done?"

  "Our situation is different,” he protested then stopped. “It's not, is it?"

  "No, it's not. He knew about us, sure. But remember, he was concerned from the beginning that something like this would happen."

  "Fuck.” Seth hung his head. “I told him he had no reason to worry. I said I'd always love him."

  "We're just as guilty as he is,” she reminded him gently.

  He shook his head. “I don't know what's right or wrong anymore."

  "You have a lot to think about."

  "Great. Thanks so much.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

  "Anytime."

  He stood and stretched. “I'm in a bad mood and I don't feel like making dinner. Wanna fuck?"

  Carla smiled. “I could make dinner."

  "I'd still rather fuck."

  "Think that'll improve your mood?"

  "Undoubtedly.” He grinned. “We'll flip a coin. Winner gets to be on top."

  "And has to make dinner later."

  "Agreed.” His grin spread as he reached for a coin.

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  Michael downed the last of his soda and crushed the can with one hand. With a flick of his wrist, the container went flying into the open recycling bin in the break room of his office. It was late in the afternoon, many of his co-workers had already left for the day. He thought about leaving but knew there was nothing to rush home to. The house was unbearably quiet with Seth gone.

  He'd tried to move on, deciding in a fit of irritation one night to have an affair with a man he knew from the Rose & Thorn. Spike was into TPE, actually got off being a slave twenty-four hours a day. It only took Michael about twelve hours to realize that was definitely not what he wanted. It took another couple of days to convince Spike to take his cage and go home.

  He shuddered at the recent memory and dropped into the chair behind his desk. He had plenty of work to do. If he kept busy, time went faster than sitting home alone.

  Concentrating on his computer screen, he barely noticed the shadow someone cast across his desk. He glanced up then tried to cover his surprise. “Carla! What are you doing here?” His stomach rolled with a complex mix of emotions—arousal, hope ... and fear.

  She moved her handbag nervously from one shoulder to the other. “I'd like to talk to you about Seth."

  "I'm working.” He turned back to his computer, attempting to ignore how pretty she looked in her bright red blouse, hair loose and flowing around her neck. Uneasiness spread through him. This can't be good.

  "It's almost quitting time, isn't it? I hurried here from work. Please, Michael. It's important."

  He wrestled with himself before glancing around. There were still a few people in the office. Standing, he motioned to a back door. “Let's step outside."

  "Thank you.” She followed him out to a fenced area used for smoking.

  He checked for other employees, but at that hour, the yard was empty. “What do you want?” His heart lurched just asking the question, “What about Seth?"

  The corners of her mouth curled into a frown. “He was very upset to meet Spike."

  I'll bet he was. Stupid, stupid mistake on my part. Too proud to admit what he thought, he instead muttered, “Gee, too bad. I guess only one of us is entitled to take a lover."

  "We talked about that. He understands you're upset about the way things have fallen apart because of me. He's upset, too. So am I."

  He paced up and down the sidewalk, trying to remain calm. “Why are you here, anyway? Can't he speak for himself?"

  "Seth doesn't know I'm here. He'd probably be furious."

  Michael's heart sank. Seth hadn't sent her. “So why did you come?"

  She stared at him, gazing right through to what felt like his soul. “He misses you. No matter how close we get, he still wants you."

  He scowled but listened with interest. “How do you know that?"

  "It's not difficult. I know him. I really didn't want to come here, but he'll never be happy with me. With only me. He needs you."

  I need him. Things were complicated, and Michael couldn't see an easy way out. “I suppose you think you love him."

  "I know I do. He's a fantastic guy. I shouldn't have to tell you that."

  He sighed. “You don't."

  "That's it.” Carla shrugged. “I just wanted you to know. He's stubborn, and like I said, not too happy about Spike. He's really miserable."

  "Spike is gone. It never would have worked out. I need someone who can get dressed in the morning without my telling him what to wear."

  "Really.” Carla nodded. “Seth'll be glad to hear it."

  "So what about you? If Seth and I make up and get back together, what happens then?"

  "That would be up to him. I can tell you we've been talking about having a baby. Neither one of us wanted to do anything decisive until your relationship was resolved."

  "A baby?” Huh? He shook his head. “I'm not sure he's the same guy I fell in love with."

  "He thinks the same thing about you. Whatever. I've done what I needed to do.” She turned around, reaching for the door handle.

  "Carla.” There was so much more he needed to say but just couldn't bring himself to do it.

  She froze.

  "Thank you."

  She turned her head enough for him to spot the tears streaming down her cheeks. Nodding, she hurried back in the way she'd come, the echo of her heels clicking hollowly behind her.

  Michael took a deep breath and looked up into the late afternoon sun. It must have taken her a great amount of courage to do what she'd just done. Do I have the same strength? He wasn't sure, but knew it was something he had to figure out. And for his heart's sake, it needed to be sooner rather than later.

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  Chapter Eleven

  Seth closed the book he'd pretended to be reading and tossed it on the coffee table. Carla had to work Saturday mornings, and he was at loose ends. I should have gone to the job site. Anything to get his m
ind off the worries nagging at him.

  He got up and paced the room. Of course, he had no business going to the job site if his mind wasn't focused. Construction sites were dangerous places for preoccupied people.

  The flat's doorbell buzzed, and he jumped. Glad for the momentary distraction, he strolled over to answer it. He opened the door and was startled to see Michael. He shuffled his feet nervously, relieved to see the man he loved, yet fearful at the same time. “Hey."

  "Hey. You busy?"

  "Yeah, I am. I was just—” He stopped. Michael appeared tired and sad, yet about as sexy as he'd ever looked. “No, really, I'm not. Come in."

  Michael stepped in and glanced around. “Carla here?"

  "She's at work.” Seth closed the front door. “Want to sit?"

  "Thanks.” They took opposite ends of the sofa, staring at each other.

  Michael ran a hand through his closely cropped hair. “I, uh ... shit."

  "What's up?"

  "I don't know where to start. I can't believe you've been gone for over three weeks."

  I can believe it. Seth had been counting the days but wasn't about to let on to that fact. “Pretty amazing. Time flies."

  "No, it doesn't. It drags by agonizingly slow when you're broken-hearted and depressed."

  "Who's depressed? I figured with Spike there, you'd been too busy to think about me—or anything."

  "You know Spike is gone, don't you?"

  "How would I know that?” His heart leapt. Spike's gone!

  Michael shrugged. “It didn't work out. I'm not cut out for TPE."

  "Really? I thought you said—"

  "I said a lot of things, babe. A lot of things in anger, and a lot of things that were total bull crap. It's what I say now that counts. I'm sorry, Seth. I was so jealous of your relationship with Carla. I thought it was more important to you than ours was."

  "Are you fucking serious? Damn, Michael.” Seth felt lower than low. “It was never more important. It was something new and exciting."

  "I see that, now. Jesus, Seth. You're the best thing in my life. The only thing I've wanted for as long as I can remember. I can't believe I let you slip through my fingers."

  "What?” Seth couldn't believe what he was hearing. “No way. I'm not going anywhere."