Exploring the Edge

Chapter 10

Dan and then Jake

I was washing the dishes from dinner when Dean moved in behind me and slid his arms around me, kissing my ear. “Baby, it's time for me to head out to the "rents," he said, kissing down my neck. "I’ve delayed going home too long as it is. Moms beginning to wonder what’s keeping me.”

Here it is, I thought. Days of waiting and being fucked by Dean while my husband, the PI and the policeman watched every move, were coming to an end. On one hand, I was incredibly relieved, but on the other, knowing I was driving Jake crazy was a thrill I'd started to get addicted to. 

Leaning back into his embrace I turned my head far enough to get a kiss. “I know, and you know I am in love with you, I’ll be waiting,” I said, a little shocked at how easily that lie came to me.

Dean had casually unbuttoned his shirt while we ate the lasagna I cooked for dinner.
I had dressed in some tight black jeans and a white dress shirt, and my dress shirt was unbuttoned giving him easier access to my nipples.

“You ready to let go of Jake for me, baby?”

The little fucker. It wasn’t enough he had me cheating on Jake, but he wanted me to verbally shoot Jake down, as well. It wasn’t enough he intended to steal a fortune from me. No! Oh No! He had to be assured I had broken up with Jake for him. What an egotistical shit head!

“Dean, it's not easy for me." I sighed, unable to resist teasing his fucking ego. "But" I shrugged, "It's not as if Jake has done anything to win me back. Even if I still loved him, apparently, he doesn’t love me back. He doesn't mind you taking me to bed night after night, fucking me." Oh, was I playing this up. 

Dean turned me around. “You promise you won’t go back to him?” He demanded, gripping me by the ass and pulling me into a grind. We kissed again, hotly, as if he were trying to imprint himself on me.

First thing I knew, my jeans were unbuckled, and he was sliding them down. I stepped out of them. Dean folded them and put them on a chair, saying, “you won’t be needing these.” Knowing my wallet was in the back packet, made me tense up, and I had to breath deep to stay calm. He took off his own tight jeans and put them on the chair under my jeans before coming back to me. Interesting, why not just lay his on top of my jeans? We had both gone commando, so now Dean was naked but for his socks, his cock high and throbbing as he walked back into my arms, our hard man hoods meeting and sliding together as we resumed kissing.

Oh yeah, the thought of the way our bodies were grinding made me even more aware that Jake would be watching us, and I got into it, kissing Dean back long and hard and sensuously, letting my own hands move down his back to his sexy ass. One thing I will say for Dean, he had a great ass.

We were grinding, almost dry fucking each other, rubbing cocks together when Dean pulled back. “We need to take this to the bedroom. Here let me pour us some more of this Merlot, and I’ll be waiting.” Dean purred. He got the glasses from the table that I hadn’t taken to the sink yet, and pouring what was left of the wine from dinner into them, he gave me a wink, blew a kiss at me, and sauntered sexily into the bedroom.

I hesitated only a moment, deciding to leave the last dishes in the sink and get them later. I could not help glance at my jeans folded on that chair, thinking how Dean could get to them when Dean was in the bedroom. I had made it so easy for him, but something wasn't right, here. When, the hell, was he going to make his move?

Inwardly shrugging, I went into the bedroom, shedding my socks as I went.

Dean was there, looking hot and inviting on the bed, holding out a glass of wine for me. I got on the bed, charged up with the thought of Jake watching, took the wine and guzzled it down.

My head buzzed pleasantly as I moved into Dean, kissing him passionately, moving down his noble neck to his chest, licking the valley between his pecs, nibbling on his delicious nipples, taking my time for the cameras, relaxing still more as I made him squirm, before lowering still more to lick his seven plus inches, tasting him. Such a tasty cock, I thought, maybe as good as Jake’s, just different. I marveled that cocks didn’t just feel different, but tasted so different, and it wasn’t just what a guy ate, but something about his own chemistry, his own musk. Jake’s cream was a salty sweet mix with just a hint of edge to it that I could not define, something between butterscotch and rum. Dean’s cock had no edge to its taste. It was just sweet and creamy with only a hint of salt, and a musk that was elusive.

As I went up and down, I got lost in the taste, and the sensation of my mouth and throat as I slid down to his pubes and back again, so relaxed I didn't gag at all as I took him deep, up and down and back and down, and down, and down….”

                                                JAKE

 Three nights of watching my husband get it on with Dean had not calmed my pervy delight for being a cuckhold. Three nights of Dan more and more agreeing that he no longer loved me, that he was determined to drop me for Dean, had been hard to take. Though Dan was acting it was hard not to feel humiliated in front of Sam and Bill. The only thing that saved me from really getting upset was that we knew my Dan was acting. But was he really? Watching him with Dean was really creeping me out.

Oh, I knew Dan was fibbing so we could nail this creep Dean and his spineless assistant, Patrick to the wall. But still it was hard, particularly with Sam and his BF, Bill watching, even if they did assure me how lucky I was to have such a great actor as a husband.

I was so hard sitting there as my man drank that wine. Bill had caught it, caught Dean dropping a pill into that goblet while Dan was still in the kitchen, and it was Sam who caught Dean tapping a text on his phone to Patrick who we knew to be waiting down in the spa. I'd been too busy stroking as I watched Dan agreeing to meeting Dean in bed and then working his way down Dean's sexy body to his cock... watching Dean's tongue lick, and his lips devour that handsome dick. Fuck that was hot.

“What if they hurt him?” I asked, leaning over the screen. At that moment Bill moved in and took my cock in his mouth. I was naked because Sam and Bill had been keeping me hot while we were waiting for things to heat up during Dan and Dean’s romantic dinner.

Bill cupped my ass and rubbed it, his lips popping off my cock so he could look up at me and say, . “Easy, there are no weapons, and I am pretty sure that was a light sedative. Enough to make your man sleep through the night, but not enough to make him suspicious.

Sam added, "that's right, Jake. Dean and Patrick are going to want Dan to wake up, maybe a little late tomorrow and not even think to check his wallet for hours, maybe days. As Dan said, he only uses that black Chase card once in a blue moon. Dean knows that. He is counting on it."

I nodded, but I was still nervous as hell when Dan headed into the bedroom and Dean held out the glass he had spiked. Dan took the glass and downed it in one go. Shit!

Well at least Dan didn't immediately keel over and die or something!

I could not help noticing how hard he was for Dean or Dean for him. They were NOT acting. Cocks didn’t act! For the first time in a very long time, I felt my jealousy override my pervy lusts.

Sam and Bill were both on me, keeping me calm, Bill sucking my right nipple as Sam took my balls in his mouth, his left hand stroking me, keeping me on edge. Even now it crossed my mind that I wasn't cheating on Dan if I didn't cum. Of all the ridiculous pieces of illogic!

Thats when the first real proof we had that they were acting on their plans, and that this was all coming down, happened. As we watched the door to Dan’s apartment opened and Patrick, in shorts a t and sneakers, slipped inside. He looked furtive as hell as he glanced around. Drawn by moans he moved toward the bedroom, but then stopped by the recliner. With a glance at the bedroom, he had Dan’s wallet extracted, Dan’s Black Chase unlimited card out and another presumably dummy card put in. As quietly as he came, he slipped out again.

In the bedroom, Dan was going all out on Dean’s cock, and Dean was just lying there, clearly enjoying it, but though his lips were parted with pleasure, his eyes were cold and observant. Damn, but Dean had never hit me as a snake when he worked as a Lifeguard. He sure did now. Those eyes scared me. My husband Dan’s sucking slowed, and on Dean’s lips appeared a smirk. About a half minute later, Dan's head went down on that dick to the pubes and never came back up again.

Dean took the time to lift Dan up off his cock, and to rearrange Dan on the bed, pulling the covers to Dan’s waist. Then he slipped out of the bedroom, retrieved his jeans from under Dan’s, pulled on his dress shirt, socks and deck shoes, extracted a note he placed on the counter, and was out the door.

Bill had gotten dressed in his uniform. “I will tail them,” he said. I knew from the plans that Bill had already attached a tracking device to Dean’s car. Plus, he had buddies at the police ready to tail HIM, just in case he needed back up. Most likely they will stop somewhere so, Dean can use the card. Once they have used it, document it, let me know. I will have back up, but it won’t be hard.” He said to Sam.

“We got it.” Sam said, as Bill left us. “Jake, go check on your man. If he seems to be any deeper than a simple sleep, call for an ambulance.”

I goggled at Sam! I had never been as comfortable with the idea of Dan drinking something given to him by Dean as they were!

Shit! Naked, my cock flopping and banging, I was out the door and out of that house, headed for the hotel at the run!