Watching My Gay Husband Cheat

by Hank Wilder

  WATCHING MY GAY HUSBAND CHEAT

  The Complete 15 Book Series

  By Hank Wilder

  Table of contents:

  THE TRIP

  BACK COUNTRY

  THE SHOWMAN

  AUTO SHOP

  SATAN’S PACT

  WILD SIDE

  MOVING ON

  BACHELOR PARTY

  LANDSCAPING

  PATRIOTIC

  DIRTY LAUNDRY

  TASTE TEST

  POOL SHARK

  ON WHEELS

  ROCKER

  Bonus Story

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  About The Author

  THE TRIP

  1

  As a husband, there are often times when you just know something is up, even if you don’t exactly understand what it is. In these moments I’m like a superhero, as if some sixth sense is coursing through my body that allows me to feel the emotional vibrations of the universe, especially when it comes to my husband.

  The thing is, if you were to ask me for specifics, there’s no way I could lay out for you why I’m picking up this information, which can be especially frustrating. If you try and talk about it with anyone, they end up just telling you that you’re being paranoid and you need to chill out. That doesn’t mean you’re wrong, though.

  This weekend, my husband is heading out on a trip to Cancun with his friends, and my supernatural senses have been fully pinned. There’s something about all this that doesn’t quite add up, but in an effort to be the best husband I can, I haven’t mentioned my internal struggles.

  If there’s one thing I don’t want to be, it’s jealous and overbearing, but dispute my best efforts I still can’t shake these feelings.

  “You sure you don’t want a ride to the airport after work?” I question over my morning bowl of cereal, watching as my husband rushes back and forth through our apartment in his final stages of packing.

  Kurt, my husband, stops for a moment, smiling wide at my offer. “That’s very sweet baby, but John is picking me up.”

  “Okay, okay,” I relent. “Well, just let me know if plans change. You know how late those guys can be.”

  “Thank you, Ryan,” my husband coos, strolling over and giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

  “You all packed?” I question.

  Kurt nods, showing me his passport and the boarding pass he printed. “This is the last of it. Cancun here we come!”

  I glance past the handsome man and catch a glimpse of the nearby wall clock. “Oh shit, you’re gonna be late.”

  Kurt leans in for one more kiss, then heads for the door. “I’ll see you on Monday, baby,” he calls out. “Love you!”

  “I love you, too,” I tell him, watching as the door closes behind his and leaves our place in a state of utter silence.

  Again, there’s nothing about our interaction that would make a rational person believe Kurt was lying to me, but I still can’t shake the deep, overwhelming sense that something else is going on here.

  I suppose I’ll never really know.

  Ready to start the day, I stroll down our hallway towards my home office, where my art supplies are waiting. I’m an illustrator, and I’ve got a pretty significant deadline to meet this weekend.

  I push through the door and take a seat at my worktable, ready to dive in, but instead of falling into my typical groove I find myself just staring at the blank page before me. Rather than calling forth inspiration, my mind can only circle around and around, endlessly returning to the strange feelings that my husband’s trip has given me.

  I end up sitting like this for hours, eventually breaking for lunch when I realize that I’m just not getting anything done today. At that moment, I let the waves of concern wash over me, giving into them completely. If I want to get any work done this weekend and make my deadline, then I need to do a little bit of digging. I need to know what’s going on once and for all.

  It feels weird watching my husband from afar as he leaves his office, and the second I see his a deep pang of regret surges through me. I shouldn’t be doing this.

  Of course, this sensation only lasts for a brief second, because the next thing I know Kurt is strolling over to a ride-share that’s waiting for him, some random driver providing Kurt a ride to the airport for a small fee.

  In any other situation this wouldn’t be cause for alarm, but Kurt specifically told me his friend John was picking his up for their trip together.

  Kurt’s ride pulls away and I immediately begin to follow, my heart pounding hard within my chest as I drive.

  Not knowing what else to do, I open up my phone and scroll through my contacts. I find John’s name and immediately call him, not exactly sure what I’m going to do until the man picks up, his voice booming out loudly through my car speakers.

  “Hey Ryan,” John offers warmly. “What’s up?”

  “Hi! John!” I shout, trying my best to sound normal. My mind is racing now, struggling with exactly how to play this. I don’t wanna be so weird that John calls my husband and tips his off, but I need some information. “I just wanted to tell you that I know some good restaurants in Cancun if you want any tips for your trip.”

  There’s silence on the other end of the line. “What?” John questions. “What trip.”

  I freeze, my blood immediately running cold as my suspicions are confirmed. “Oh, sorry. I thought you said you were going on a trip this weekend with… your wife.”

  John laughs. “It must have been someone else, no big plans for us. I wish we were headed to Cancun, though.”

  “Don’t we all,” I reply with a forced laugh.

  “Well, thanks for the thought,” John offers. “I’ll talk to you later, Ryan.”

  “Yep, later,” I reply, hanging up.

  I’m struggling to stay calm now, my breathing heavy as I watch my husband’s ride weave his in and out through traffic. He’s still headed towards the airport, which means there’s probably a trip at hand, it just isn’t with the people he said it was.

  There’s enough real evidence now that I could call my husband and comfort his without feeling like a lunatic, but instead I hold off.

  Yes, I’m filled with uncertainty and concern right now, but there’s another powerful emotion that’s also flooding through my system. At first, I’m not quite sure what this emotion is, but as my cock begins to swell within my pants I start to realize that the thought of my husband sneaking around like this is actually kind of hot.

  To be honest, I have no idea why, and the logic of it all makes absolutely no sense to me, but the fact remains I haven’t been this horny for a very, very long time. Sure, it’s possible that my husband could be cheating on me, but I’m beginning to realize this potential reality could actually send me into erotic overdrive. It would hurt like hell, but for some reason I actually kind of want it.

  It takes everything I can muster to completely focus on the road before me, instead of taking one hand and stoking myself off while I drive. I concentrate on the task at hand, eventually arriving at the airport-parking garage.

  I keep my distance from the car I followed, eventually finding a spot well away from Kurt and then continuing to track his on foot. The two of us make our way into the airport, several yards between us as I creep inconspicuously behind.

  Staying unnoticed is a little more difficult than I expected, to be honest, because Kurt seems to be on high alert today. Most of the time my husband has a relaxed attitude as he breezes though life, not much weighing his down. Today, however, something is clearly on his mind as he makes his moves, glancing back over his shoulder like he might be spotted somewhere he’s not supposed to be.

  Eventually, my husband a
rrives at the ticket counter, which is where it finally happens.

  The second Kurt makes eye contact with the muscular man waiting for him, all of his apprehension slips away. He smiles wide and runs towards him, opening his arms and embracing the guy with a powerful hug and a passionate kiss.

  “Oh my god,” I blurt, the words tumbling out of my mouth instinctively.

  I’d known this was a distinct possibility, but now that it’s right here in front of my face it’s a little difficult to grapple with. There are so many powerful emotions flooding through me that I’m not even sure what to do with my physical being, finally opting to sit down in a nearby chair so I don’t simply collapse to the ground and hurt myself.

  I take a deep breath and let it out, allowing myself to come to terms with the situation at hand.

  A lot of surprising things are happening all at once, but the most surprising of all is just how incredibly horny I am. I’ve carried out plenty of wild erotic scenarios in my lifetime, but none of them have felt quite like this.

  Strangely, this acceptance actually provides me with a little bit of power in a place where I might otherwise feel powerless. Even though I’ve suddenly found myself as the outsider in my own relationship, it’s not so bad out here. In fact, I actually kinda like it.

  In this moment, I decide to dive into my emotions fully, accepting this situation for what it is and going with it. I let the arousal take over my mind and body, giving in to this powerful lust

  Once Kurt and his lover head to security, I stroll over to the ticket counter.

  “This is the check-in for Cancun, right?” I ask the man in uniform who stands before me.

  “Sure is,” he offers with a smile and a nod. “Ticket number?”

  “I don’t have a ticket, actually,” I inform him. “I’d like to buy one. Are there any seats available?”

  The man behind the counter nods. “A few!”

  “Make it first class,” I tell him. “I want to board last and deplane first.”

  “I think we can do that for you,” the man replies with a smile, glad he doesn’t have to push for an upsell.

  My secret agent sleuthing quickly becomes an international affair, taking me all the way down to Mexico as I trail my husband and his handsome lover. All the while, any anger that I might have had continues to crumble away, until eventually the only sensation I feel is one of absolutely devastating arousal. At this point, it’s hard to even remember the last time my cock was soft.

  Fortunately, my husband’s itinerary is exactly what he said it would be, despite the fact that instead of four friends, he’s traveling with one handsome gay lover. Other than that, the hotel is the same, and when we arrive I have no problem checking in to the room next door.

  I may not feel hurt any longer, but the second I put down my card to pay for my lodging I do start to feel a little crazy. It suddenly strikes me that I have no idea what I’m actually doing here any more. It’s not like I’m going to confront the two of them, but I suppose I’d like to be there to see what happens when this all unfolds.

  I cautiously make my way to the room, taking a moment to appreciate this beautiful ocean view as it spread out before me. It’s late now, the full day of travel coming to an end as the sun makes its final dip along the jungle covered horizon behind me.

  For a split second I remember my illustration deadline back at home, then push it out of my head again.

  Fuck it.

  I quietly slip into my hotel room and settle in, taking off my shoes and laying out on my bed. It’s good to have a moment of relaxation after all that. Of course, this tranquility doesn’t last long.

  Suddenly, this lazy vacation atmosphere is broken by the sound of two voices in the room next to me, one deep and soulful while the other is high pitched and spunky. It’s my husband and his lover.

  My heart is slamming hard in my chest as I reach down and unzip my pants, simply holding my swollen cock within my hands as I listen to them talk. I can hear my beautiful husband, the man of my dreams, laughing loudly at something his man has said. He clearly likes him a lot, as I immediately recognize his specific flirting chuckle. There’s something unnatural about it, almost too eager, but in this moment that fact only turns me on even more.

  Eventually, their talk grows quieter, more seductive. Suddenly, I can hear the two of them move over to the bed, which is right up against the wall behind me. They’re talking softly now, and soon enough the bed below them begins to gently squeak, slowly at first and then gaining speed as they go. I can hear my husband whimpering, a repetitive set of words falling out of his mouth over and over again, growing louder and louder as they go.

  I can’t believe this is happening, my handsome husband getting plowed in the other room while I lay here next door with my dick in my hand. It’s humiliating, I suppose, but for some reason that humiliation is exactly what gets me off. I begin to stroke my dick in time with the squeaks of the bed next door, my mind flooded with all kinds of potential imagery of what could be unfolding over there.

  I sit up and turn my head against the wall behind me, hoping to hear a little something and then gasping aloud when I can finally make out my husband’s words.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he’s crying, the passionate words spilling out from his beautiful lips while another man pleasures him.

  Suddenly, the squeaking stops.

  The two of them begin talking again, and the next thing I know they are giggling loudly, moving around the room in a way that doesn’t quite make sense. The next thing I know, the door to their hotel room opens up and they head out into the unknown.

  Immediately, I zip up my pants and gather my senses. I grab my room key from the counter and take off behind them, catching a quick glimpse of the illicit couple as they make their way towards the beach.

  Sneaking along behind them is much easier now that the skies have darkened. The night has not fully arrived, but it’s close, the sky above us glows softly with a deep purple hue.

  By the time I arrive at the beach I’m almost positive that I’ve lost them, but just as I’m about to turn around to leave I hear a short yelp of laugher from the bushes nearby.

  I creep towards the sound, eventually finding my way through this overgrown jungle at the sand’s edge and arriving at a small clearing.

  I hang back, observing the erotic scene before me.

  Kurt and his lover are kissing passionately in this tiny, private oasis, most of their clothing already stripped away as they embrace one another. The sight is incredible, and I immediately pull out my aching cock once again. I begin to slowly stroke myself off, my eyes transfixed on my husband and this other man.

  I watch as Kurt’s hand drifts lower and lower across his lover’s perfectly sculpted abs, teasing the lip of his waistband and then suddenly plunging down within.

  The handsome man lets out a satisfied groan as my husband pulls his cock from its fabric prison, gracefully stroking him off as he continues to kiss along his neck and chest. Gradually, the movement of Kurt’s hand grows faster and faster, gaining speed as he beats him off until, finally, he drops down onto the sandy ground before him.

  My husband opens his mouth wide and takes his lover’s enormous dick between his lips, sensually bobbing his head up and down across the guy’s giant rod. After a brief moment of this Kurt pops the shaft out of his mouth and licks the man from base to tip, teasing him playfully.

  “Is it bigger than your husbands?” the man demands to know.

  Kurt nods enthusiastically, smiling up at him, then immediately gets back to work with a renewed enthusiasm. He’s sucking him off belligerently now, pushing his face up and down his length belligerently as he plays with his hanging balls.

  The next thing I know, my husband is taking his lover’s cock all the way down into his throat, allowing his shaft to plummet well past the expected limits of his gag reflex. Deeper and deeper the dick goes until Kurt has consumed him entirely, his face pressed up hard again
st the man’s abs while his cock sits fully impaled within his neck.

  The man places his hands on the back of my husband’s head, dominating his right in front of me while he coos with erotic satisfaction. From where I’m standing I can just barely make out the playful wink that Kurt offers his confident lover, letting him know how much he loves to submit himself to his every desire.

  When Kurt pulls back for air he comes up in a sputtering, coughing mess, struggling to collect himself while saliva dangles from his lips in a long, semi-translucent strand.

  “Fuck me,” Kurt groans, a lustful fire in his eyes. “Fuck my like my husband never could.”

  Her words send an erotic chill through my body, kicking my aching lust into overdrive. It takes every ounce of restraint I have to not just cum right then and there, but I somehow manage to hold off, reminding myself that the second I blow my load is the second that all of this comes crashing down around me. I don’t want the good feelings to end.

  I watch in awe as my husband turns around on the sand, bending over and falling to his hands and knees as he pops his perfectly toned ass out towards the handsome, muscular man behind him. Kurt reaches back and gives his rump a playful slap, then holds himself open for him.

  “What are you waiting for?” my husband snarls. “Fuck me right here on the beach while my husband sits back at home and plays with himself!”

  The muscular man climbs down behind my husband and slides into his ass with one deep, confident swoop, impaling Kurt’s body across his length. He immediately gets to work pumping in and out of him, moving slowly at first and then gradually finding a rhythm as they fall into sync with one another.

  I can tell by the way that Kurt and his lover move together this is not the first time they’ve done this, and it probably won’t be the last.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” my husband cries out, his eyes rolling back into his head while he’s taken from behind. “Oh my fucking god!”

  With this, my husband’s eyes return to normal, but the second they do they also become transfixed on mine.