Watching My Gay Husband Cheat

by Hank Wilder

  It becomes quite clear to me that Jeremy is in control.

  As I listen, I can feel something unexpected beginning to shift within me, a strange twist in my emotions that, at first, I can’t quite put my finger on. I’m still incredibly jealous and upset, but instead of pushing back against these emotions I begin to sit within them, allowing them to consume me. The anger bubbling up deep inside of my mind becomes comfortable, and soon enough I find myself actually enjoying it in a strange way.

  Soon enough, a new feeling joins this mixture of sensation: arousal.

  It’s crazy, I know, but eventually the feelings of attraction and lust that pour through me are just too powerful to ignore. I find myself trembling as I struggle to come to terms with my newfound fantasy, trying my best to understand what it could all mean.

  Deep down in the pit of my stomach, I actually find myself waiting my husband to lose, to put it all on the line and then end up fucking another man. My heart beats faster and faster as I imagine what it would be like to watch the man of my dreams in these taboo troughs of passion, to witness his decent into carnal gay madness.

  Is this just a fantasy, or is it something that I’d really want spilling into the real world? I’m not entirely sure.

  “Fuck,” I hear Eli suddenly blurt, then a loud clatter as the final ball falls into its pocket. “I should’ve known.”

  “Pleasure doing business with you,” my husband coos as he collects his cash. “If you wanna play again just let me know.”

  I watch as Jeremy struts his way towards the door of the pool hall, calling it a night early after his big haul. I’m so caught off guard by all of this that I almost forget to follow him, but moments later I’m snapped back into reality.

  Not entirely sure of what my plan is, I stand up and walk quickly after my handsome husband, following his out into the parking lot and then sprinting up behind his when we get far enough away from the pool hall.

  “Hey!” I cry out, stopping Jeremy in his tracks with just a single word.

  He’d recognize my voice anywhere, and she’ knows that he’s been caught.

  Slowly, Jeremy turns around to face me, a look of utter terror plastered across his face.

  “I’m… I’m just here with…” Jeremy stammers, trying his best to come up with any excuse he can.

  “I know why you’re here,” I inform him. “I saw the whole thing. I saw you hustling those guys at the pool table.”

  My husband nods solemnly.

  “I also saw what you put on the line,” I inform him.

  Immediately, Jeremy springs into action, trying his best to cover up for his actions. “I wasn’t really going to do it.”

  I scoff. “Baby, this isn’t the kind of bet that you can just joke about. That’s gotta be at least three grand in your pocket.”

  My husband lets out a long sigh, realizing that I’m not going to fall for it. “You know I’d never lose,” my husband finally says.

  Something we can both agree on.

  “I know,” I reply.

  My husband’s expression changes slightly. “You understand why I did this, right?” he questions. “I’m making so much money, and I’ve never once had to fuck anyone to get it.”

  I nod. “I understand, I just wish you would’ve told me.”

  “You never would’ve been okay with it,” Jeremy counters.

  A smile works its way across my face. “Don’t be so sure.”

  “What’s that suppose to mean?” Jeremy questions, a little confused.

  I hesitate, not quite certain I should follow along this rather terrifying path. The fantasies that I’ve been dreaming of could change the course of our relationship forever, and I’m not sure this is a box that can be closed once it’s been opened.

  I take a deep breath and then let it out, making my choice.

  “When I was in here watching you, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if you lost.”

  “I know, I’m so sorry, baby,” my husband gushes apologetically.

  “No, no,” I counter. “In a good way.”

  Jeremy is confused, narrowing his eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “It actually kind of turned me on,” I offer. “I kept thinking about what it would be like if I actually did catch you cheating on me, if you actually had to pay up on one of your bets.”

  “And you’d like that?” my husband struggles to clarify.

  I nod. “I think I would.”

  I’m not sure how Jeremy is going to react to this revelation, and at first it appears that the tables have been turned. Now it’s his chance to get upset.

  At the last second, however, everything changes. I watch as Jeremy bites his lower lip, his mind racing with possibilities.

  “Are you serious?” Jeremy questions, making damn sure this isn’t some kind of trick that I’m pulling on him.

  “I’m serious,” I continue.

  “You want me to lose to Eli?” he questions, his words sending a sharp chill down my spine.

  “As long as I get to watch from a distance,” I reply.

  My husband kisses me deeply on the mouth, pulling me close. We stay in this embrace for a long while, our touch taking on even more meaning than it normally would.

  When Jeremy finally pulls back there’s a fire in his eyes, a powerful lust that has taken control.

  “Go into the private pool room,” my husband instructs, his voice trembling. “I’ll talk to the bartender and he’ll let you in. Just stay in the shadows.”

  “What are you gonna do in the meantime?” I question.

  My husband smiles. “Something I’ve never done before. I’ll lose.”

  I’m all settled into my back room booth when I heard the shouting, a loud, deep voice celebrating in a way that’s quite rare for an adult. Clearly, back in the main pool hall someone is excited about their big win.

  It’s only a matter of minutes now, but even if I did change my mind there’s no turning back. The deal has been made and the game has been lost. All that I can do now is watch the seeds that we’ve planted unfold into beautiful flowers of lustful fantasy.

  My heart is slamming in my chest as I watch the door, aching to see what happens next.

  Suddenly, my husband and his new, muscular lover burst through, already passionately making out with one another. They’re tearing away clothes as they go, tossing this fabric to the side as their perfectly toned forms are unveiled.

  “Fuck me,” my husband blurts, breathless and out of control. “You’ve earned it!”

  They circle around the single green pool table that makes up this room, still not noticing me in the darkness of my booth until, eventually, they’re right next to me. Only then do Jeremy and I make eye contact, his breath suddenly catching in his throat as he notices my silhouette.

  I don’t say a word, just nod. Jeremy smiles in return.

  Soon enough, my husband and Eli are completely naked, their beautiful bodies exposed as their hands explore the gorgeous topography. My husband traces his fingers down across Eli’s chest and abs, lower and lower until he reaches his waist. My husband hesitates now, teasing his new lover.

  “Do you want me to touch this big fat cock of yours?” Jeremy coos.

  “Yes,” Eli groans.

  “You want me to beat you off?” Jeremy continues playfully.

  Eli nods. “Please.”

  Finally, Jeremy has mercy, reaching down and wrapping his fingers tight around Eli’s rod. Eli lets out a long, satisfied moan as the man of my dreams begins to service him, pumping his hand slowly up and down across his enormous length. Slowly, my husband drops to his knees before Eli, gazing up at him with cock hungry eyes.

  Moments later, Jeremy takes things to the next level by opening his mouth wide and swallowing Eli’s shaft within. My husband immediately gets to work pumping his face up and down his new lover’s giant cock, working him skillfully. He starts slowly and then gradually gains speed, until changing course completely whe
n he pops Eli’s rod out of his mouth.

  Jeremy licks this other man’s cock from the base to the tip, slowly dragging his tongue across his shaft and then kissing the head. The next thing I know, the man of my dreams is opening wide once more, only this time he doesn’t just suck Eli off.

  Instead of bobbing up and down, my husband takes another approach, pushing his face farther and farther across the length of his handsome new lover. Even deeper Eli’s cock plunges, diving well past the expected limits of Jeremy’s gag reflex until it finally comes to rest are his absolute hilt. The next thing I know, my husband is taking Eli in a stunning deep throat, showing off his oral skills in a second hidden talent display.

  “God damn,” is all that Eli can think to say, placing his hands against the back of my handsome husband’s head and holding him in position like this.

  Meanwhile, I reach down and unzip my pants. I begin to beat myself off, slowly stroking my dick as I bear witness to my husband and his new lover. I feel humiliated but also strangely empowered, riding an erotic rollercoaster the likes of which I’ve never experienced.

  Eventually, my husband is forced to pull away from Eli’s giant dick, gasping for air as a long strand of saliva hangs between his lips and the head of his new lover’s shaft.

  “Fuck me,” my husband demands, belligerent with arousal. “Pound my gay ass with that fat cock of yours!”

  Jeremy stands up and turns around, leaning over the edge of the pool table and spreading himself open for the muscular man behind him. My husband reaches back and slaps his ass playfully, then wiggles his rump from side to side.

  “What are you waiting for?” my husband coos.

  Eli steps up behind the man of my dreams and aligns his massive dick with his tight anal seal, teasing him for a moment and then finally having mercy as he slides deep. He plunges in to my husband with a single, powerful swoop, holding tight as he allows my handsome hubby to adjust to his size.

  “Oh my fucking god,” my husband exclaims, his fingers gripping tight against the felt below his as he braces for Eli’s weight. “That dick is so fucking big, I don’t know if I can take it.”

  “You can do it,” I softly encourage under my breath, laser focused on this erotic scene as it unfolds.

  Fortunately, Eli is a patient lover, taking his time with Jeremy and allowing his a moment to adjust to his enormity. Gradually, the muscular pool player begins to push in and out of my husband’s body, allowing his to come to terms with his giant rod.

  Soon enough, the two of them have fallen into a confident rhythm, hammering away as the pleasure begins to build between them. I match their pace with the stroke of my hand, pumping my fist up and down across my length in time.

  “Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god,” my husband begins to repeat to himself over and over again, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a blissed out mantra. I can tell that he’s truly enjoying this on a deep, visceral level, thrilled to experience to touch of a new man.

  Faster and faster Eli and my husband pump, their bodies rocking hard against the pool table below. They’re completely lost in this moment as the sensations begin to build and build.

  I can see that my husband is quaking hard now, his muscles tightening and releasing in the first hint of a blossoming prostate orgasm. He reaches back between his legs and starts to frantically beat his cock, only adding to the surges of ecstasy that shoot through his veins.

  “I’m so fucking close!” my husband screams out, not a care in the world who hears him. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard! Just keep fucking me! Just keep fucking me!”

  Suddenly, the climax hits, causing my husband to shake wildly as his body floods with sensation. It’s too much for Jeremy’s small frame to take, and he nearly collapses against the table as he struggles to maintain his hold on reality. All the while, Eli doesn’t let up for a second, plowing into my beautiful husband like his life depends on it.

  The second Jeremy finishes, Eli pushes deep into his butthole and holds tight, crying out as he unloads a massive expulsion of hot white jizz. I watch as it pumps out into my handsome hubby, filling Jeremy up to the brim and then spilling out down his legs in long pearly streaks.

  Seeing another man’s seed inside my husband like this is just too much to take, and almost immediately I erupt with a payload of my own. I cum hard, struggling to remain quiet as pump after pump of hot spunk cascades out of my rod and splatters across the floor below.

  My husband and his new lover stand up and begin to pull back on their clothes.

  “That was amazing,” my husband tells him. “Let’s play again sometime.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Eli replies.

  They exchange a quick kiss and then Eli heads out into the main room once more.

  Once we’re alone, my husband slowly turns and begins to stroll back over to me.

  “How was it, baby?” Jeremy questions.

  I stand up to greet him, wrapping my arms around the man of my dreams and holding his close. “That was fucking incredible,” I gush.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner,” Jeremy continues.

  “It’s okay,” I reply, then pull away to look his dead in the eyes. “I just can’t wait until next time.”

  My husband laughs. “You liked it that much, huh?”

  I nod.

  “You know, most hustlers pretend to be bad and then win,” he offers. “I’m gonna pretend I’m good and lose.”

  “No losers here,” I tell him.

  We kiss deeply once more, excited for whatever comes next.

  ON WHEELS

  14

  Growing up, there were always characters around this town that folks would know and love, ranging from mysterious, to funny, to strange. You’d see them going about their business and wonder what their life was like when they weren’t feeding off all this public attention.

  There was an old woman that me and my friends thought was a witch, a businessman who had a bright red briefcase and always seemed to be late, and an Elvis impersonator who never wanted to drop the act. There would always be talk about who these characters were and how they came to be, but none of it was certain.

  Now that I’m an older, married man, you’d think these urban legends would no longer be a part of my life, but I just so happened to bring one directly into my family in the form of my gorgeous husband, Aaron.

  Fortunately, Aaron doesn’t draw the same kind of negative attention that some of these other examples elicit. Instead, the eyes that drift across his as he makes his way through the day are often slightly more lustful, which I suppose is a double-edged sword.

  Aaron has a pair of roller skates that he never takes off unless he’s here in the house, and even then he removes them reluctantly (I’m worried about the hard wood floors, which I think is a reasonable concern).

  While I’d rather drive to the store for groceries, in and out without much time or fanfare, my husband prefers to take the trip in his roller skates and tiny short shorts, showing off as much leg as possible while he cruises down the sidewalk. People around here know his well, at least this public alter ego version, and they will always honk their horns or wave enthusiastically when he flies by on his skates.

  Even the older gay men who are clearly drawn in by Aaron’s breathtaking good looks will refrain for saying anything too crass, but I suppose their private thoughts are another story entirely. I’m sure they’re saying something under their breath, expressing the thing that we all secretly know as my husband passes by: he’s incredibly, incredibly sexy.

  I witness this kind of interaction first hand when I’m ordering food from a café downtown, standing at the register and taking my time as I decide between a soup or a salad. My eyes are drifting slowly across the mounted chalkboard behind the counter when I notice that the gaze of my host is getting pulled past me.

  I glance over my shoulder to see that my husband is skating over from the other side of the street, taking h
is time as he waits for the traffic to pass. We’re meeting here for lunch, so the sight is not unexpected, but getting to see my host’s reaction is a little awkward.

  I turn my attention back to the man behind the counter and find that he’s still staring in slack jawed amazement at the handsome, muscular form coming this way.

  “Have you ever seen anything like it?” the host questions.

  “Actually, yes,” I reply, not knowing what else to say.

  “God damn, he’s so fucking hot. He comes in here sometimes and flirts with me like crazy,” the man behind the counter continues.

  “Is that so?” I ask, now finding this whole thing kind of amusing, especially the host’s obvious embellishments.

  “Yeah man, he want’s me bad,” the man behind the counter continues. “The things I would do to him.”

  “Well, he’s headed over here now,” I offer. “Maybe it’s your chance to tell his how you feel?”

  “You think I should?” the host questions, suddenly shifting into a new, more serious, gear.

  I shake my head. “I’m kidding. He’s married.”

  “How do you know that?” the man behind the counter asks, curious about this insider information. “Rollerboy can’t be married!”

  Suddenly, the door behind me chimes as my husband glides inside, swooping over to the counter next to me. he wraps his arms around my neck and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Hey baby,” my husband coos. “Did you get me the salad?”

  The man behind the counter looks absolutely mortified, all of the color rushing out of his face as he suddenly realizes who he’s been talking to.

  “I was trying to remember which one you liked,” I reply. “Was it the greek?”

  My husband nods. “Yes, Logan.”

  I turn my attention back to our host. “I’ll have two greek salads and two cups of the tomato soup.”

  The guy behind the counter just continues to stare at me, staying in this awkward position long enough that I finally have to snap him out of it myself.