She frowned. “I don’t understand the question. Poly?”
“Well, you’re Scott’s wife. You’re his primary partner. For now, until we decide if we want to take things further, I’m only his secondary partner.”
Now she was confused. “Can you explain exactly what you have in mind?”
“Scott and I will get tested. I know he said he’s been monogamous with you, but I prefer to do it. I am, too. I would like to ask for you to get tested as well, just to level the playing field. I will only have Scott as my partner. Scott will have you and me. And from what Scott said, right now he’s your only partner. But if you decide to date and meet someone, they’d need to get tested, too, and promise to stay monogamous to you.”
She had to digest that. “You’re okay with him sleeping with me?” Yes, Sunday evening had been a little bit of a revenge fuck on her part, but she hadn’t anticipated this.
“Yes. If he was to try to sleep with another guy, no, I wouldn’t be okay with it. But he’s your husband.”
“For now.”
“I’m not in a hurry to go rushing that,” Keith said. “I’m a realist. I’d rather, if you’re okay with it, that Scott and I take our time and get to know each other. He told me he promised you he wouldn’t divorce you unless he met someone he could love at least as much as you, and I plan on honoring that commitment, too.”
Okay, so he earned more points for that, too. “Just to make sure I’m hearing you right, you’re okay with Scott still sleeping with me?” A couple of romance book fantasies flittered through her brain and she shoved them out of her mind.
“Absolutely.”
By the end of dinner, she grudgingly had to admit she was coming to like Keith even though she resented the situation.
Scott hadn’t made a bad choice.
After Keith left a little before eleven, Scott turned to her. “Do you want to talk?”
“No, I’d rather do something else.” She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall toward their bedroom. “Guess what, buddy? You’re getting laid.”
“I am?”
“You’re the one who brought a hot guy home. I get to reap the rewards of that, such as they are.” She glanced at him. “One of my conditions is if I want sex, I get it.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” She started stripping. “Then get naked.”
* * * *
Keith couldn’t focus on work. It’d been a week and a half since his talk with Noel, and poor Scott had reported Noel was riding him like a dude ranch pony nearly every night.
The sadist in him reveled in that, but he realized what it meant. She was understandably anxious about what was going on and this was her way of dealing. He didn’t begrudge her that at all. Especially not when she had given them carte blanche to pursue a relationship together.
He’d stopped by the doctor’s office at lunch time and received his test results. He knew Scott would be getting his back that afternoon.
Negative, of course, across the board.
That meant that night they’d be crossing the final line.
He struggled to rein in his impatient cock. The last thing he needed was to walk around the marina with a bulge in his shorts. Finally, he locked himself in the head of the yacht he was currently working on and rubbed one out just to relieve the pressure.
He knew under the circumstances that getting it up a second time later wouldn’t be an issue.
When Scott showed up at his place that night at six, Keith opened the door, pulled him inside, slammed the door shut behind him, and pinned him to the foyer wall with a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless.
“Where is it?” Keith asked him.
Scott smiled and held up a piece of paper he’d had in his hand.
Keith took it from him, scanning it. He dropped it onto the bookshelf by his front door and picked up his results, handing them to Scott.
Then he grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him down the hall toward his bedroom. “Read while you walk, buddy. We have unfinished business to finally finish.”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Scott joked.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”
Two minutes later, he had Scott on his hands and knees on his bed with his collar on, a lubed ass, his own cock lubed, and was slowly sliding the knob past Scott’s tight rim with a satisfied groan.
“Oh, buddy, that’s fucking great.”
“Not that I’m complaining, Sir,” Scott gasped, “but I figured you’d have me blow you first.”
Keith waited until he felt Scott’s ass pressing against his body to answer. “Because,” he softly said, “I know that Noel will want one out of you later, and I don’t want to wear you out. I’m going to fill this sweet ass with me, then I’ll let you come in my ass. And that will take the edge off for both of us.” He’d originally envisioned an all-night romp before Noel had started using Scott.
That was okay. He’d rather defer to her, make sure she was as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and make things as easy on her as possible.
They’d have other nights to themselves where Scott could spend more time and not worry about getting nailed by her as soon as he walked in the door.
Tonight was more about claiming his boy the right way.
He slowly started fucking him, holding on to Scott’s hips, enjoying the way Scott’s ass tightly fisted his cock, the feeling far better than through a condom.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” Keith ordered, picking up the pace, fucking him hard, reaching forward, and hooking a couple of fingers through the collar to pull his head up and back toward him. “This is the first load of my cum officially ending up in your ass, and I want you to remember this night. Beg me for it.”
“Please, Sir. Please come in my ass!”
“More.”
“Please fill Your boy’s ass with Your cum, Sir! I need Your cum in my ass!”
Keith could hear the capital letters in Scott’s fervent pleas. It spun his own orgasm closer to the surface as his balls swung back and forth with every stroke. “Who owns this ass?”
“You own this ass, Sir!”
“That’s right.” He drove deep, hard, his orgasm hitting him like a train, making him gasp as he thrust one last time. He held still as his balls pumped his load into Scott’s ass, his eyes falling closed, his grip loosening on Scott’s collar.
After a moment, he pulled out. “Wait here.”
He left the bed and washed up in the bathroom before he returned to the bedroom. “On your back, boy.”
Scott immediately rolled over, his cock rigid and leaking pre-cum.
He leaned in and carefully licked at Scott’s slit, his lips slowly sliding down the man’s shaft, not enough friction to get him off but enough to draw a long, needy moan from the man.
Straightening, he picked up the tube of lube and tossed it to him before climbing back onto the bed, on his hands and knees, ass toward Scott. “Lube me up good, boy. Play with my ass.”
He felt Scott’s fingers trembling as he did, tentative at first, then more sure as Keith rewarded him with moans, praise, direction. Hell, it was even getting Keith hard again.
Finally, he sat up, turned, and took the tube back. He lubed Scott’s cock, then his own, before tossing the lube aside and straddling the man.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Keith said. “You watch me. And don’t you dare come without permission.” He grabbed the base of Scott’s cock and lined the head of it up with his own hole, slowly sinking down onto him, impaling himself all the way to the root.
Scott’s whimpers of need only served to fire Keith’s and finished hardening his cock again. He grabbed Scott’s right hand and put it on his cock. “You make me come again first, then you can come.” He smiled. “You come before I do, you’ll go home with an ass covered with cane stripes, including a couple across your balls.”
He slowly rode Scott’s cock, loving the knowledge that he was the first man Sco
tt had ever been with, the first ass Scott had fucked, the first to fuck Scott. Scott’s hand stroked Keith’s cock while Keith reached down and massaged his balls.
“That’s it, boy,” he encouraged him. “Get me off, then I’ll let my good boy put a load of cum into his Sir’s ass.”
Scott wore a devastatingly handsome look of desperation as he chewed on his lower lip and kept his blue gaze focused on Keith. His hand moved faster, harder, finally getting Keith close to the edge.
He rode Scott harder, faster, loving the way the man’s cock hit him right in the sweet spot with every stroke. “Keep going, boy. I’m almost there.”
Finally, he felt it, squeezing his balls as he let out a moan and his cum shot out all over Scott’s hand and abs. “Go ahead, boy,” he gasped.
Scott let out what was quickly growing to be a familiar moan of pleasure before his cock started throbbing inside Keith’s ass. Keith kept riding him for several more seconds, making sure Scott had finished, before falling still.
He smiled. “Now you know what has to happen, right?”
“Sir?”
He grabbed Scott’s wrist and pushed it up to his mouth. “You get to clean up the mess.
Scott eagerly licked Keith’s cum from his hand. Then Keith scooped stray drops of it from where it’d landed on Scott’s abs and chest and fed it to the man.
Scott licked and sucked it from Keith’s fingers as he did.
Maybe we do have time for one more.
He made Scott slide down the bed and straddled him, pinning Scott’s wrists over his head and slowly fucking his mouth. It didn’t take Scott long to get him hard yet again, and Keith made it a quick one. He did it hard, fast, deep, making Scott take it and enjoying the loud moan from under him as one small, final load of cum ended up inside his boy. This time, in Scott’s mouth.
Breathless, Keith climbed off him and pulled Scott into his arms, kissing him. Scott’s cock was stiff again and rubbing against Keith’s body.
He reached down and squeezed his cock, hard. “That one’s for Noel,” he said. “If she decides she doesn’t want you tonight, then you have to hold it. Don’t you dare rub one out. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In fact, from now on, you are not allowed to masturbate without permission. You want to rub one out, you either ask me, or you can do it with Noel. You have no excuses not to get sex.”
Hopefully, the added bonus would be Noel staying satisfied in bed, for now, at least, and get her used to the idea that her husband had a boyfriend.
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled, nibbling on Scott’s lower lip. “Good boy.”
* * * *
Scott could still feel Keith’s cock fucking his ass as he drove home a little after ten that night. He got why Keith was keeping him horny for Noel’s benefit, but it didn’t help that he now had a raging hard-on that wouldn’t go away.
And he was a good boy. He wouldn’t disobey Keith’s orders.
Besides, he wouldn’t put it past Keith to compare notes with Noel and check up on him. With everything out in the open, there was no reason to hide anything.
When he returned home, Noel was in bed, but awake and watching TV. He’d taken a quick shower at Keith’s to clean up before leaving, so he was able to go right to bed.
She crooked a finger at him, grabbing his cock as he climbed into bed with her.
“Did he fuck you?” she asked.
He nodded.
She squeezed his cock, almost reminding him of how Keith had done it. “He left you horny?”
“He wanted to make sure I could take care of you.”
“Well wasn’t that considerate of him.” She released his cock and, reminiscent of her Ma’am days, grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved his head toward her pussy. “Then get down there and take care of me, and I’ll let you fuck me and take care of that.”
He was just starting to lick her pussy when she added, “He called me after you left there and told me you’re not allowed to masturbate. That if you want to come, it has to be with permission, or with me. So make it good, if you want to fuck me, or you’ll go to sleep horny.”
He moaned with need, echoed by her as his lips and tongue went to work on her pussy, pulling a loud orgasm from her a few minutes later he knew wasn’t faked.
When he started to climb on top of her, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him, reaching over to the bedside table for something.
She shoved the vibrator into his hand. “Make me come one more time while I’m fucking you,” she hoarsely said as she started riding his cock.
He twisted the base, turning it on before he pressed it against her clit. She rode him hard, her eyes closed as he used the toy to get her off a second time. It was when he felt her pussy contracting around his aching cock that he finally quit holding himself back and let go, exploding inside her.
With a satisfied sigh, she rolled off him as he shut off the vibrator. “That was good. Guess he’ll get a good report from me.”
* * * *
Noel rolled over with her back to Scott, but pressed against him. Something about Keith’s tone on the phone still rolled through her brain. Hell, just talking to him had made her horny, even though he hadn’t said anything to her to do that to her.
Well, okay, what he’d said about Scott had helped make her horny.
Maybe there’s more Domme in me than I thought there was.
That wasn’t the only thing Keith had told her, though. The other part of their brief conversation was one that would stay between her and Keith.
“You always get veto power, as long as you’re married to him,” Keith assured her. “If you need us to stop or change what we’re doing.”
It had touched her, sort of, but she refused to be like that. “I’m not going to interfere with your life together.”
“If he isn’t taking care of you the way he needs to, tell me. Let me know, and I’ll make sure he’s only allowed to come when with you.”
“I appreciate that.”
And she had, even though when they’d ended the conversation she felt a little odd after.
And as she rode Scott in bed, her eyes closed, she wouldn’t deny she was imagining what it’d be like to have Keith under her, have it be his cock inside her.
Chapter Twelve
Over the next few weeks, Keith became a fixture at their house several nights a week. Noel didn’t mind so much, because the alternative was them going somewhere else, and then her mind would race, wondering what they were doing.
It was a type of mental and emotional masochism, and she damn well knew it, but she wasn’t yet ready to admit it. Especially not to them.
One evening, Keith was over, with them planning to watch a movie on TV after dinner.
Despite the men asking her to join them for dinner, assuring her it was all right, Noel retreated to the bedroom with her plate of food. She’d probably stay there until after Keith left.
She didn’t know which part stung more, that Scott seemed to have a very likely relationship choice who could be everything for him she couldn’t…
Or that the guy was hot as fuck.
Scorching hot. The kind of guy she almost wished Scott was.
Dominant.
And great mental fodder for her own sexual fantasies at the same time.
If they’d plodded along in their blissfully ignorant little lives without these wrinkles appearing—Scott’s self-realization or the BDSM—she would have been perfectly happy with Scott the way he was.
After seeing how a BDSM dynamic worked, however, she realized it was a gaping hole inside her, too.
Wanting someone strong to lean on, someone to take charge, someone to give her a mental break for a while.
Where was her shining knight? She’d thought Scott was him. Would have gone to her grave believing that.
Had she not met Keith.
She’d wanted to hate Keith, wanted to be jealous of him. But not only was he hands
ome, and dominant, he seemed to be a nice guy and going out of his way to make an effort to try to make this easier on her.
It’d be easier for her to hate him if he was a walking douchenozzle. If she could muster anger, or even irritation.
Unfortunately…she couldn’t. If she had to pick a guy for Scott, Keith would be the kind of guy she’d pick.
Hell, Keith was the kind of guy she’d pick for herself.
In the future.
Well, without the being gay part.
Lucky bastard.
She decided it’d be stupid to hide out in her room, not to mention immature. When she finished eating, she walked out to the kitchen. Scott sat alone at the table, a frown on his face. Keith, on his phone, was standing out on the lanai.
“What’s wrong?” she asked before considering the ramifications of getting involved.
“I don’t know. He’s on the phone with his landlord.”
About that time, Keith ended the call, a disgusted look on his face, and returned to the kitchen.
“Sorry,” he said, returning to his seat. “Dammit.”
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.
“Well, so much for me renewing my lease. I’ve been trying to get in touch with him for over a week because next month I’m due. He and his wife are in the middle of a divorce and bankruptcy, and that rental house, along with two others they own, are in foreclosure. I can’t renew my lease. Dammit. He swears he’ll get me my security deposit back, but somehow, I’m doubting that’ll happen.”
Noel didn’t realize she’d spoken out loud until she noticed both men were staring at her. “Move in here.”
“Noel,” Keith started, “that’s very generous of you, but—”
“No, seriously. It only makes sense. Move in here. I’ll take the guest room, and you guys can have the master bedroom.” She rinsed her dishes off and stuck them in the dishwasher.
“Are you sure?” Scott asked.
“Yeah. Look, I’m coming up on summer break here soon. Money’s going to be tight. Move in, chip in with the bills, and you guys get more time together.”
And I don’t have to lose my husband right away, and I can have Hot Damn Dom in residence all the time.
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