Married Hole

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“Married hole,” Grant’s grin is broad as his eyes lock onto me, and it feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes as his filthy grin deepens. “Nothing fucking like it. Especially if it’s not married to you.”

Grant winks as heat creeps up my neck.

How the fuck did we end up here? Me and my best mate Justin met up for drinks after work, it’s been a crazy week so we needed to unwind. My husband’s out of town for a conference so I don’t even have a curfew.

Next thing I know Grant spots us and he’s loudly introducing himself to my friend, shouting the first round and they’re getting along like a house on fire.

“He’s harmless,” I muttered to Justin when Grant walked up to us beaming. “The new guy from work. He’s just a bit full-on.”

He seems like an alright guy. I helped show him some of the systems and he picked them up alright. His sense of humour’s a bit crude, but when he noticed I was a bit uncomfortable with the jokes about a co-worker’s skirt length he actually knocked it off and apologised. 

“Ah shit, sorry if that’s a bit crude for ya.” His lopsided grin and my tipsy state put me at ease, but before I could decide if it’s crossed the line Justin is back with the next drinks. 

“What’s crude? I like crude.” Justin asks as he plants beers in front of us. 

“I was just getting carried away. Haven’t been laid all week, I could do with a nice hot piece of ass about now.” He winks at me as he beams up at my best friend, bringing the beer to his lips while Justin takes his seat. “Fuck you guys are lucky.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, my voice pitching up a bit.

“You know. Gay guys. It’s always so much easier to get some with horny men, and they know exactly what to do with a big fat cock.” He sounds like the voice of experience as his hand drops to cup himself just out of my line of sight behind the table. But I notice Justin’s eyes dip down to watch.

“We’re both married, Grant.” I roll my eyes and gulp back some beer. “And Todd’s away for business. You’ve probably gotten laid more recently than me.”

“Well yeah, but you know…” he lets the silence linger as his eyes move from Justin to me. His leer makes my stomach flutter. “Men don’t really care. We have needs and we take what we need. You aren’t telling me you’re always faithful?”

“I mean,” Justin leans forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “I might have slipped a couple of times.” My jaw falls open. “Don’t give me that look, Jake. Fuck you can be uptight sometimes.”

“I’m sure we could loosen him up.” My eyes dart to Grant whose expression is tight and unreadable, his eyes watching me as I take a deep gulp.

“I’m not so sure,” Justin says with a laugh in his voice, his cheeks rosy from the drink. “He’s always been the goodest boy.”

“I need to piss,” I mutter to myself, and push up from the table.

The room sways around me gently but I wander to the hallway and down to the toilets.

Relief. My eyes are closed as I let it flow at the urinal, and I almost jump at the voice next to me.

“Fuuuuck, that’s better.” Grant’s voice is a growl, and it sounds like he’s aiming a firehose at the steel trough. I glance down without thinking and my eyes almost bulge out of my skull.

He’s huge, even though it’s dangling there in his other hand obscenely, a torrent of piss flowing from the head. The foreskin has been slid back to reveal a fat head, and it looks so heavy in his hand. Maybe 5 thick inches of soft uncut dick.

“You wanna take a picture, Jakey?” He asks and I finally look up to see him watching me with that filthy smirk.

Grant’s not a looker but he’s not really ugly, he’s got a rough-looking face that’s “full of character” and a strong nose that looks like it’s been broken a couple of times. I’d guess he’s in his 40s with buzzed hair and a salt and pepper beard that needs a trim. He’s about 5’8” and his body is wiry but strong looking, and I can’t help but wonder what he’d look like naked.

He’s not my type at all, but that monster of a dick must look even bigger against his small frame.

My eyes drift back down. I should say something smart in response and play it off like some kind of joke, but my mouth has gone dry as his stream ends and he starts to shake off the last drops of piss.

He slides the foreskin across the head of his cock slowly, back and forth, turning his body towards me, and I realise I’m not pissing anymore either.

He takes half a step in my direction. My breath catches as I watch him swell.

I’m so fucking hard.

I think about reaching out to touch him, to just feel that thickening meat in my hand, and as my fingers twitch he deftly packs himself away and strolls out to the bar.

My blood is rushing through my veins. My heartbeat is louder than the music thumping, undefined through the walls. I come to my senses and manage to stuff my own junk away. My dick hurts at the sudden confinement as I stagger to the sinks.

Splashing water on my face, I take a cold hard look at myself.

I’m not bad looking. 23, pretty fit, with ginger curls I need to cut short again and constant stubble. My brown eyes look a bit panicked as I catch my breath.

Fuck. I’m a married man. Todd is my everything, and there I was just staring at some other guy’s dick.

My erection finally subsides and I dry my face to stroll out of the bathroom.

“There you are, Jakey!” Justin gleefully shouts as I come back, and I can’t help but notice that the two of them have gotten closer. Justin’s pressed up against Grant who’s got his arm wrapped around Justin’s waist. “Drink up. We should head somewhere else, it’s getting a bit crowded here.”

“Yeah, somewhere quiet sounds good.” Grant’s eyes burn straight through to my soul as he leans in and whispers something to Justin, who smirks and glances back at me before his face grows serious.

“Right!” Justin stands, moving away from the other man, looking flushed. “Let’s go. We can go to Tribe,” he says, and he chuckles at the dismissive look I give him at the mention of the rowdy gay club. There’s no way I’m going there. “Or maybe Drive Bar,” he suggests, and I think of the dark bar with porn playing in the corners and a leather curtain leading to a back room.

No way.

“We could just go to your place,” Grant says to me as he stands and throws his arm around Justin’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You said your husband’s out of town, right? So we can go get comfortable, have a few quiet drinks…” and then he’s whispering into Justin’s ear again, continuing his sentence as a private thought between them.

“Yeah…” Justin says, distractedly, his eyes on the ground and his ear tilted to Grant. “Yeah, let’s go to yours.” His eyes look up at me, pleading, and saying no doesn’t even cross my mind.

The boys grab a bottle of wine each from the liquor store on the way, and after a quick walk we’re at the apartment I share with Todd.

My husband.

I pour some wine after putting music on, and my step falters as I walk back into the living room, to see Grant sitting in the middle of the couch with his leg thrown over Justin’s leg, and an arm over his shoulders. My married best friend is pressed against him, his gaze locked to the ample bulge between Grant’s spread thighs.

“Yum, thanks.” Grant pats the couch next to him and grabs his glass, but I force myself to take a seat on the chair to the side.

Grant chuckles.

“So what’s your husband think you’re doing tonight?” Grant asks Justin, who smiles up at him.

“Oh, he knows I’m out drinking with Jake.” Justin becomes brazen, his hand moving up to rest on Grant’s firm belly, and he strokes him with his long finger. “And he knows I’ll be home late.”

“Oh really? Is that where he thought you were the other times you cheated on him?” Grant asks, with a wicked edge to his question.

“One time, yeah. We had been out drinking but Jake had to go home,” Justin’s voice is low and soft as he begins his story. “I said I was doing the same but I wasn’t ready yet.” Grant brings his hand up to the back of Justin’s neck, taking hold of him and stroking him, matching the pace of Justin’s fingers on his torso. “But there was this guy at the bar. Every time I walked past him he’d watch me. So after Jake left I made sure he watched me walking to the bathroom.”

“Oh yeah?” Grant asked, and my brain spun at the revelation that my best friend had cheated on his husband Mitchell so readily. And I have no doubt that he’s about to cheat again. “Did he fuck that pretty ass of yours?”

“I sucked him,” Justin admits, his face angling up to align with Grant’s. They must be able to taste each other’s breaths, they’re close enough to kiss. “It was quick and dirty. I fell to my knees in the bathroom and he wasted no time.”

I watch as Justin’s finger traces down, closer, almost to Grant’s crotch…

“But there was another time.” Justin’s finger drifts back up towards Grant’s chest. “I was so horny. We were staying with Mitch’s parents, and hadn’t been able to fuck in days.” Now his hand finally lowers down to rest on top of that denim-clad mount between Grant’s thighs.

“And you needed to get fucked, didn’t you?” Grant asked him, his voice a hypnotic purr.

“Yes I did.” Justin’s hand tightens on Grant’s package. “I do.” He strokes the outline of my co-worker’s manhood, and I just want him to unzip those pants and reveal it for me. “So I went to this park near their family home. There’s a path through the trees and it didn’t take long to find somebody there with his cock out, ready for me.”

“He fuck you there in the open?” Grant asks, his grip on my friend’s neck tightening. “He take that married hole and open it up?”

“Yesss,” Justin hisses, and then their lips finally crash together right in front of me. My friend whimpers as Grant’s tongue pushes into his mouth, and I can’t help but become hard as I watch Justin’s grip tighten on the thick tube of my co-worker’s cock.

“If you’re gonna keep watching,” Grant says when the kiss finally breaks apart, “Either buy a ticket or come to the front row.” Justin’s eyes widen as he looks at me, suddenly remembering I’m in the room with them.

What the fuck am I doing?

I stand up and both their eyes move to my tenting jeans, and I resist the urge to readjust myself and draw more attention.

I walk to the couch, but before I can sit down Grant stops me.

“I wanna see your ass first,” Grant announces, and confusion washes across my face. “I’ve been watching it at work. Didn’t expect I’d get a closer look.” He waves his fingers in a circle, and I don’t know why I obey, but I turn to face away from him.

“Fuck, that’s a nice ass.” He reaches up to squeeze me. “Ain’t it, Justin?”

“Yeah,” Justin says, his voice a breathless whisper as he takes hold of the other cheek and they knead my ass together. “It’s a beautiful ass.”

“Slide your pants down,” Grant growls and my hands move to obey without hesitation. “I need to see it.”

I unbuckle my belt and undo the zipper then slide them down along with my briefs to feel the warm air on my flesh.

“Fuck.” Grant’s voice is almost reverential and I feel both hands return to my naked skin, squeezing me again, making my cock throb in the open air. Their fingers dig into the meat of my ass and both of Grant’s hands are on me now, pulling the cheeks apart and revealing my sweaty hole. “You’re lucky I don’t screw the crew.” He slaps my ass and then their hands are off me. “Now sit down. You’ve earned a ticket to watch.”

Yanking my briefs back up but leaving my jeans halfway down my legs, I turn around and collapse into the seat next to them. I’m not quite touching Grant’s body but his warmth is radiating through me.

Justin’s eyes are watching my tented briefs, and his eyes are empty of everything but hunger for the growing wet patch.

I’ve let myself get swept up in their fucked up attraction, and learning that Justin’s cheated has somehow made me bold.

I won’t cheat on Todd. I’d never do that. Though if you asked me this morning I’d say that I’d never do something like this. I’d never show off or let other men touch me. And here I am…

Justin’s hand slides up into Grant’s shirt as they kiss again, the sound of their lips smacking mixed with moans, and my eyes watch the shirt ride up to reveal a thick layer of dark fur on Grant’s tightly toned stomach.

“Ahh!” Justin’s moan is high and loud as Grant’s mouth latches onto his neck, and I wonder if he’s going to mark him.

Grant’s body turns further towards Justin, whose hands move up to grip Grant by the shoulders, and I’m almost disappointed I don’t get to see more of my co-worker as he positions his body on top of my best friend’s.

They grind against each other, bumping against me, and I think about moving but then Grant is pulling himself up.

Justin watches, his eyes wide and his chest heaving with each breath, as Grant stands up between us.

The movement pulls my eyes to his fingers as he slowly, agonisingly, unbuckles his belt and then pops the button on his jeans. I realise my breath has caught in anticipation as he slides the zip down, revealing a thick bush of dark hair, and I realise he’s not wearing underwear as the base of his cock comes into view.

He moves closer to me and steps up to the couch. I breathe in and can smell his musk, filled with stale sweat from a long day and something heavy and masculine that makes my cock pulse. I know the pool of precum will be spreading in my briefs.

His hand whips out and grasps my best friend on the top of his skull, and he effortlessly pulls his face in against his bush.

Justin’s body collides with mine at the sudden movement, and he reaches up to grasp at the denim-clad thighs, and after a deep breath he releases it with an audible groan.

Breathing in again, he reaches up and hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling the jeans down to reveal the prize inside.

“Oh my god,” Justin whispers as Grant’s monster is released. He must be over 9 inches and uncut, with an angry red head, and precum is drooling from the tip of him. “It’s beautiful.” Justin reaches up and grasps the cock by the base.

I watch him, almost in slow motion, as his lips part and his mouth becomes an o. His tongue pokes out, a pink triangle, reaching for the strand of clear fluid and he moans as it hits his tongue.

He laps the precum up by the source, then his lips wrap around the head, but as he forms a seal around the flared head Grant pushes him off with an audible pop.

“Get up here, Jakey.” I finally look away from his cock, and Grant’s eyes are burning straight through me. After a moment I realise he was speaking to me, and I scramble to my feet next to him. “Get that shirt off.”

Grant yanks his own shirt off and I follow his lead, and as he wraps his arm around my shoulders I’m assaulted by his smell again, thick and powerful as I feel his wet armpit against me. My cock jerks as he reaches down, sliding his hand into my waistband.

“I think you should get first use of his mouth.” Without actually touching me cock, his fingers move through my ginger pubes and he pushes my briefs down to release my own 7 cut inches. “I mean, you guys have never played together, have you?”

Justin’s eyes are now glued to my cock, and he shuffles over on his knees until he’s positioned in front of me. He reaches up and grips me with his free hand, his other one now stroking Grant’s massive erection.

“N-no,” I say, and Justin leans in and presses his nose against my crotch, inhaling me deep. “Never. We’re...friends.” Looking down, my best friend’s eyes meet mine as he pulls back and then swallows my cock in one stroke. His lips are at the base of my cock, his nose buried back in my pubes, and his throat is making swallowing motions, massaging my cock.

“Shit, looks like he’s good at that.” Grant whispers, his lips pressed to my ear, and I shudder as Justin pulls back without breaking eye contact. “Your friend a good cocksucker?”

“Yes!” I pant, and he plunges forward again, taking my length with ease. “Fuck yes,” he begins moving with a rhythm, taking me deep on every stroke. “He’s a good cocksucking whore.” I reach down and run my hands through his black hair, his needy eyes never moving away from mine. “Cheating on his husband, hungry for cum. He knows how to suck a dick.”

Grant chuckles into my ear and I almost feel disappointed as he moves away from me. My eyes finally leave Justin’s as I watch him pushing his jeans all the way off, and he stands there proudly naked, looking at my best friend slurping on my cock for his amusement.

Grant’s body has no fat on it, and his body has a dark carpet of fur from his shoulders down to his ankles. That big dick of his sways as he moves around, and he moves Justin to the side, whose mouth stays latched on my cock as his throat works me over.

Kneeling down behind Justin, my co-worker presses his body against my best friend and runs his hands across his body, forcing Justin’s mouth to break contact as he pulls his shirt off him.

My cock is pulsing, wet with spit, every vein shining with the soft lighting.

Justin hungrily lunges forward once more, swallowing me to the root and working me over while Grant peels his pants down.

Justin moves onto his hands and knees, revealing his firm muscled ass to Grant. He’s got a nice butt too.

Mine’s a bit rounder, thicker, while Justin’s is lean and pert with deep dimples. I’ve definitely caught myself watching it as he leans forward in shorts that are too tight, ordering at a bar while we’re out with our husbands.

I never thought I’d see it stripped bare as Grant grabs him by the hips and lowers his face to it.

The effect is immediate.

Justin’s moaning around my cock, his mouth becoming frantic and desperate as his tongue strokes up and down my length, his greedy sucking intensifying. I can feel my load building up as I watch Grant, the co-worker I thought was straight, with his eyes blissfully closed while he munches on Justin’s ass.

It looks like he’s lapping at the flesh there, his face moving up and down, and Justin whines as he pulls back with a loud smacking sound just as I was almost at the point of no return.

“Oh my god!” Justin pants, and he reaches back to grip the tightly buzzed hair on Grant’s head, clutching at him to try and pull him deeper in.

Justin looks back up at me and my heart skips a beat. There he is, my best friend since forever, with spit running down his swollen pink lips and his black hair sticking up. I reach out and stroke the side of his face, his eyes fluttering closed as he emits an anguished groan.

My other hand moves to the other side of his face, and my grip becomes firm, holding his face in position as I move forward to plunge my cock into his mouth.

Holding his skull in place, I’m filled with a burning need as I start to thrust, forcing his throat to open back up for me as I use him.

Grant pulls his mouth off my friend’s ass and he looks up at me, his face wet with sweat and spit, and as he watches me fuck Justin’s face a broad grin breaks out.

“Fuck yeah. I told you man, married hole is the fucking best.” His voice is coarse as he tells me to come kneel next to him.

I reluctantly withdraw my cock from Justin’s mouth, and as I let my grip on his skull go he tries to lunge forward to taste me again.

“Fucking look at that,” Grant growls when I finally join him. “Beautiful.” He reaches up and strokes his finger on the wet puckered hole surrounded by wisps of black hair. His fingertip nudges against the hole and seems to be drawn in further. “Feel how hungry he is.”

I swallow and reach up, replacing Grant’s finger with my own, and I start tracing gentle movements around my best friend’s exposed entrance.

Sure enough, when I press against Justin’s hole my finger begins to sink into him, Grant’s spit helping it slide in with ease.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s you Jake?” He asks as I rotate my finger gently, withdrawing then pushing in just a bit further. “You’re...fuck...you’re inside me, buddy.” he pants, and I plunge my finger in deeper until it hits the knuckle. “You’re fingering my ass.”

“Yeah, you wanted this, didn’t you slut?” Grant asks as he moves around to take my place in front of him. “I saw you eyeing him up all night. How long have you wanted your friend’s dick?”

Justin moves to take Grant’s cock into his mouth, but Grant plants his hand on Justin’s head and stops him.

“I asked you a fucking question.” Grant sounds severe suddenly, and I feel Justin’s hole fluttering as I continue working my finger in and out of him before pulling out completely to elicit a groan.

“Years! Fuck, I’ve wanted his dick for years.” Justin’s admission comes as a huge shock to me and I place two fingers at his entrance and begin to push again. I never imagined there’d be anything there, but there he was with my taste on his tongue and my fingers sliding into his ass.

“Fuck yeah. Open that married hole up, he’s gonna fuck you.” And with that Grant was stuffing my best friend’s throat full of his cock, and I’m amazed he was able to take it all, as my fingers sink all the way into him.

Justin gasps for breath when Grant’s monster unceremoniously withdraws out of his mouth and I time it so my fingers pull out at the same time.

“You want that, don’t you?” Grant asks, his hand gripping my friend by the hair, forcing him to look up as he struggles to catch his breath. “You want your best friend’s dick in your guts?”

“Yes!” Justin yells, no hesitation at all in his voice. “Fuck me, Jake! Please fuck me.”

I walk off to the bedroom, my feet carrying me on auto-pilot as I grab condoms and lube, and then my cock guides me back to them. Grant is fucking Justin’s face now, and the room is filled with gulping and slurping as he tries to cope with the size of my workmate.

Justin’s hole looks pink and perfect, so tight and wet, and I can’t take my eyes off it as I roll the condom onto myself.

“Sure you don’t wanna breed him, buddy?” Grant asks, not missing a beat as he pumps his cock into Justin’s throat. “Feel that ass opening up to your raw dick?” He thrusts a couple more times then pulls his dripping cock out of my friend’s mouth. “You want that, don’t you slut?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Justin pants between us. “I’d love it.” The moment he had his answer Grant plunged forward again.

“I...can’t.” My face becomes warm as I spread lube across my cock, fingering it into Justin’s ass. “I need to play safe.”

“That’s fine buddy, you do what’s right for you.” Grant withdraws again and comes to stand next to me, watching as I line the tip of my cock up with my best friend’s hole. “As long as you give him that dick.”

“Yes,” Justin pants, “Just fuck me. I need it.”

Grant places his hand on the small of my back and pushes, guiding me into my best friend whose body tenses as the head of my cock starts to stretch his hole.

“That’s it, boy. Give him what he wants.” Grant moves in behind me, his hands moving to my hips and continuing the push forward.

It felt like an eternity, but eventually I’m all the way inside of him. It feels incredible.

“You like that?” Grant asks and his body melts against mine, his fur on my back, the throbbing of his warm cock taking its place between my legs, pressing up against my taint.

He moves back and I slide myself out until only the head of my cock is inside of Justin, my fingers digging into his hips. Grant moves forward with me, his cock rubbing against my taint, and I stop there to enjoy the tight heat of my best friend around me as Grant’s cock begins to slide against the sensitive flesh between my legs.

“That married hole feel good?” He asks, his voice little more than a whisper, his lips on my ear and his beard tickling my neck. His cock is now sliding against my hole and I shudder, knowing he’s not talking about Justin any more. “You like it?”

“Yes,” I whisper as he moves in gentle circles, sliding easily with the copious amount of precum leaking onto my ass. He begins rocking, back and forward, nudging at my entrance just slightly, and I realise I’ve been neglecting Justin’s ass as he begins to move himself forward so he can thrust back onto me. “Fuck!”

Justin’s movements, back and forth, faster and faster, are forcing me to move against Grant and it feels like any moment he could just thrust into me with the slightest effort.

I don’t know if I’d stop him.

Justin moans, mindlessly, his body working for my load underneath me, and my thrusts are dictated by Grant’s hands on my hips as his cock pushes into me, gently, further and further.

“You like that big dick?” He asks, and I do. I really do.

“Yes!” Justin screams as he slams back against me, the force of his movement pressing Grant just a bit further into me.

It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’ve been with Todd for 5 years, married for three of them, and he’s a complete bottom. I feel like I’d barely gotten to enjoy it before I got swept up in my relationship, and I’m happy with my husband, but I love the way it feels.

My husband. Who’s at a hotel somewhere, sleeping alone with no idea that I’ve let myself become...this.

Grant’s wet cock pulls back, tracing circles around my hole again, and then it returns to the centre and the pressure begins to build. If I push back now I can take it. I can finally feel the head of his cock pop into me, sealing the deal by letting myself get fucked.

Almost as if he’s read my mind, Grant pulls away and I shiver at the absence of him. I was so close.

“You wanna taste my load?” He asks, Justin grunting out a yes instantly, and Grant stands in front of him to face us both, taking his cock in hand and letting his hand slide up and down it as his eyes meet mine. 

I feel my nuts tighten as the familiar tingle begins to build, and as I watch Grant’s climax hit, his cum spewing out onto Justin’s upturned face, I roar and my orgasm hits me.

My thrusts are sharp and deep as I unload, feeling the warm of my best friend as his ass milks me while Grant’s load drips into his open mouth and he swallows it hungrily.

I’m panting, fingers digging into Justin’s hips as I come down from the rush, my cock pulsing with the last drops of my load when Grant’s fingers are at my mouth.

They’re wet with cum and I let him push them into me, my tongue swiping across his fingers, his taste exploding across my senses as I snuck at his digits.

Eventually I ease myself out of Justin, and when he moves I realise he’s blasted his load across my carpet. I peel the condoms off my softening dick and offer them my shower.

“Nah don’t bother,” Grant answers for both of them. “You can shower at mine. Just put your clothes on.” Justin moves to obey, unable to even look at me, and then they’re at the door waiting for their ride.

I don’t know if our friendship can recover for this, I think, as I watch Grant pull my best friend in close to him at the doorway.

“See ya Monday,” my co-worker says with a wink as he pulls the door shut.