(This story and chapter were written by one of the filthiest, horniest writers on Nifty, James B. It was written as a one-off, but James has given permission for other writers to continue the story. I will continue the story, further changing my writing style to better match James’s storytelling voice for this series enjoy.)
Mason knows he's cheating. He had always thought marriage would settle him and his husband. He and Oliver had been together for six wonderful years and married for two. Their life was fulfilling, full of shared brunches, movie nights, working out at the gym together, spontaneous dates or trips, Mason's overly organised bookshelves and Oliver's inability to fold laundry neatly and random fights about the stupidest things that were easily resolved by their frequent, and hot, lovemaking. Their relationship was stable and warm, if not predictable.
They were the picture-perfect couple in their little city. Both were successful professionally in their respective fields, both worked out often enough that they maintained attractive physiques, and were appropriately social that they were the envy of their friend group for their lifestyle. Oliver was taller by a few inches, standing at 6'2" and about 200 lbs, heavier and more muscular than Mason's 175lb frame. Oliver always groomed his body hair, completely shaving them off or using Nair, to accentuate the muscles he worked so hard for. He had darker skin, from his Mediterranean roots, which always darkened even further whenever he was flushed, red, from embarrassment or hard effort. Mason was proud of his picture perfect, if not slightly vain, husband. Someone who always made sure his medium-length black hair was perfectly styled, even while working out. His husband always seemed to be in control and sure of his life that what came next was a bit of a shock.
When Oliver announced he was quitting his job and going back to university to finish a degree he'd abandoned more than a decade before, Mason was taken by surprise, but he supported him completely. Since they were both 37, he knew what it took to make that kind of decision at their age. Later on, once Mason had really given it serious thought, it wasn't entirely out of the blue. Oliver had been unhappy with his current career for some time, occasionally even affecting his self-esteem and physical health. But his husband always pulled himself out of it quickly enough, and they went back to their daily routine, so he never thought too deeply about these
moods. Frankly, the most worrying mood Oliver had ever been was when his best friend moved to a new city because of work, so these shorter mood swings were nothing to be worried about in comparison.
But now, in hindsight, he viewed those episodes differently. Now, Mason understood the gravitas of making the decision to start over. But he assumed it would only mean late-night studying, likely more stress, maybe new friends his husband would meet at school.
What he didn't expect was that the school Oliver wanted to go to was out of state. It was another possibility that shouldn't have been a big surprise since it was Oliver's old alma mater. It probably wasn't difficult to re-apply and get into the school, considering he had already successfully graduated there before. It was also cheaper than most other schools with the same program. And it was something he could finish in a year as opposed to other programs that took longer.
They had a long, in-depth conversation about their options. Oliver really wanted to do the accelerated program that offered the remaining courses for his degree, which would last at least a year (hopefully no more, unless he didn't perform very well). But Mason didn't want to move, loving the house that they had bought and renovated together, and the home they created in the city. Considering the strength of their relationship, Mason didn't think it'd be too big of a deal if they went long distance for the year.
Especially since Oliver could always come back during breaks and holidays. It was also only a 5-hour drive, much less if they took a flight. With their past income and current savings, it wouldn't have been difficult for either one of them to book a quick flight home every other weekend or so, if not every weekend. So Oliver chose to rent an apartment near the school.
Which led to Eli.
Eli was Oliver's 20-year-old roommate. An energetic, short and thin, twink with sharp cheekbones and a penchant for oversized sweaters that slipped off one shoulder, a head of messy raven coloured hair, and pouty ruby red lips. "He's a chaotic little twink, kind of crazy," Oliver had joked once when he was home one weekend. Mason had only smiled politely at his husband's stories of Eli.
But every weekend that Oliver came home, there was something new about him. At first, it was just his demeanour, his energy, excitement, colour, and preferences. Mason noticed that whenever Eli came up in conversation, Oliver's eyes either softened or grew intense, as if he were recalling a specific memory that forced him to stop mid-conversation only to shake it off and play it off like the break was nothing.
Eventually, even his look started to change. A change in hairstyle wasn't entirely out of the ordinary, many people did it all the time. And Mason had been trying to encourage Oliver to change his hairstyle for the past five years. So when he came home with a completely buzzed head, it was a surprising change from the previous, shoulder-length hair that he had refused to alter. Then his outfits started to change, suddenly wearing a lot more sweats, wife beaters or old shirts converted into a cut-out tank top, wearing douchey baseball hats and jewellery like thick gold rings on a couple of fingers, and even a thick, Cuban, gold chain that he never took off.
The tank top and accessories only highlighted the fact that Oliver had also stopped grooming his body hair. His chest hair spilled out of his tank tops, his armpit hairs were thick and bushy, just like the pubes on his crotch and balls. In fact, Mason had never seen him this hairy the whole time he knew him. Oliver had always shaved and trimmed them, so it never even occurred to Mason that his husband was capable of being this hairy. What was more was that he started to smell... different. He was muskier, likely because of the body hair. It wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, Mason was turned on by it. He never wore deodorants anymore, and even left a bit of scruff on his face instead of shaving it all off.
ven his personality was kind of different. He watched more sports, the way he carried himself changed into someone even more confident than he already was before. He acted more like... a man. Like the exaggerated kinds you see in movies. It wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, it was kind of a turn on for Mason.
Mason wasn't blind nor stupid. He knew what that meant. What he didn't know was how he'd react.
The day came when everything changed.
One Friday, Oliver didn't call home as was the usual plan for the weekends where he couldn't come home. No messages, either. Just silence. It lasted for the whole weekend. Mason himself tried to call him and left messages, but nothing.
Mason should have been furious.
Instead... he wasn't sure what he felt. Something warm? Something nervous in a pleasant way as he started thinking of the reason why it had happened? Mason wasn't ignorant; he even thought that Eli was attractive for a twink, and has even fantasised about him. But more and more, he started fantasizing about Eli with Oliver. It didn't help that his secret X porn account was filled with these types of fantasies of cuckolding and cheating. But that's all they were, fantasies. It was something that Mason never thought would or should become reality.
When Monday came, only then did Oliver message him, apologising for not having contacted him that weekend, making up an excuse about how busy he got for some exams and get-togethers that he was just too exhausted and it completely slipped his mind. Mason was pissed, understandably so. He had the whole weekend to let it fester. And despite his random fantasies, after he jacked off, he was left with the hole in his heart and the reality of being alone, having no idea where or what his husband was doing. Or who he was with. Or who he was doing. Resentment and anger would build up, and fantasies would form in his head. But these fantasies would eventually turn sexual, spiking his libido and again turning him on. And he would be back to jacking off to the fantasies that he had built in his head.
When Oliver finally video-called him on Monday afternoon, his hair tousled, hoodie half-zipped, cheeks flushed, Mason didn't demand answers and instead just listened patiently through all the excuses his husband offered.
He just asked, quietly, "So... where's Eli?"
Oliver tilted his head curiously and asked, "mhm? He has class Monday afternoons. So on campus, I guess? Why do you ask?"
Mason hesitated for a moment before finding the courage to ask, "did something happen?"
Oliver clearly froze for a moment on the phone; his expression seemed confused, or as if he were holding something back. His voice cracked as he mumbled through an awkward laugh, "Nothing really? Just busy, like I said. Exams are kicking my ass. And I admit, I've been partying, but I'm not young anymore. So I guess I can't party like we used to."
Mason looked into his husband's panicked eyes and realised, with a shock like lightning, that he wasn't hurt by his husband's clear lies. Over the years, Mason had already developed the ability to notice Oliver's tells whenever he lied. Just like he was doing now. He could have been angry, called him out on it and demanded the truth.
Instead, he was... intrigued.
Something was clearly going on based on the way his husband was acting on video. In some instances, he almost looked out of breath.
"Did you have a good rest of your weekend, at least? Get some rest?" Mason asked gently instead, changing the topic. Oliver looked visibly relieved, and Mason noticed him quickly and softly bite his lower lip. Something he did whenever Oliver thought he was being naughty. They talked for ten more minutes before Mason offered to go over to him next weekend instead. But to his surprise, Oliver shook his head and explained why that wouldn't be a good idea. Saying something about how he was busier than ever, and likely wouldn't be very fun for the next few weeks. He instead promised to fly back the weekend after, instead.
Oliver had cussed just before they were ending their call, lowering his head and pointing the camera up at the ceiling, making Mason worry. But when his face came back in view, he just explained that he had banged his funny bone on a table corner. Mason quietly accepted this before they both said their goodbyes.
But Mason had a plan and the means to act on it.
The moment he hung up the phone with his husband, he bought the first plane ticket he saw that would bring him to his husband.
It was just after dinner on a Friday when his plane landed. He got in a rental car and drove to the apartment his husband was renting with Eli in the city, not far from their university. He was playing on a hunch that neither of them would be home, and he was right. When he got to the
apartment they shared, a rather cheap, shabby-looking one without a doorman or a locked/or key-only access lobby door, he went straight to his husband's apartment and knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. He bet that no one would. It was, after all, a Friday in the university district of a city known for its nightlife. Considering what Mason believed his husband was doing, Oliver was likely out with Eli at this very moment. So, with confidence, Mason used the spare key to his apartment that his husband had given him and went into the apartment.
The space looked normal enough, quite homelike, anyway. It was messier than Mason and Oliver's house at home. Which made sense, considering it was Mason who usually cleaned. There was a telltale musk in the air, of old food and the telltale smell of men.
Mason moved about the empty apartment languidly, checking the kitchen fridge to find it mostly empty, save for several old take-out containers. The living room was littered with game systems and old clothes. Usually, the few times Mason had visited in the past, it was cleaner than this. He moved to what should be his husband's bedroom. The door was open and, after turning on the lights, he found it messy. Old clothes littered the ground and the bed was unmade. He easily noticed that some of the clothes on the floor were clearly not his husband's. Then when he moved to the other bedroom, what should be Eli's, he found that it was clean and neat. Almost empty. Checking that bedroom's closet, he found it mostly empty. It was clear that this bedroom was mostly unused. Going back to Oliver's room, he found the dresser and the drawers full of clothes that were not his husband's.
Then, something caught his eye, a few picture frames next to the bed. Considering he was always the one who pushed Oliver to take pictures with him and for him to print it out, buy frames to put the pictures in, and decorate their house with it, he was familiar with all the frames he had bought. These were something he hadn't seen before, and neither were the pictures that contained them.
In the frames were various pictures of Oliver and Eli with a group of people, probably their friends, and quite a few more of Eli and Oliver on their own. The pictures with the two of them were taken with romantic poses. Poses that only couples would clearly do. Mason felt a mixture of sadness, betrayal, loneliness, anger, and, not least of all, arousal at all the evidence before him. Conjecture and fantasies were one thing, but facing the reality of his husband's indiscretion was something else entirely. He thought it may have just been an affair, quick, senseless, hot
fucks. But this... this was a whole other life.
He looked around the room some more, opening and rifling through more drawers and cabinets to learn more about Oliver's life with Eli. He found more of his husband's new wardrobe, including jockstraps. Something his husband had never worn before, thingy they were trashy. But considering the amount of them that Mason found, clearly Oliver no longer thought that
way. Mason found leashes, leather, cuffs, and a wide variety of toys, emphasising the change of sexual tastes that his husband has clearly gone through without him.
Then in an off-handed decision, Mason pressed the enter key on the bedroom computer, not really thinking that it would work. But to his surprise, the computer really was just in sleep mode. More than that, Oliver hadn't even bothered setting up a password lock screen on it.
Mason sat down and rifled through his husband's digital footprint. Oliver clearly had made it easy for him, having just left the computer to go to sleep mode while everything else was open. His window had several tabs open, the current one being his email. It was an email address that he wasn't familiar with, but clearly one that his husband used. Mason searched Eli's name and easily filtered emails that featured them. To his surprise, most of the earliest results were from a dating app and going as far back as over a year ago, even before Oliver decided to go back to
school and temporarily move to this city. When Mason clicked on one of the links in the dating app email, the browser automatically opened the dating app page in a new tab.
Conveniently, he did not need to log in. Everything was conveniently still logged in.
There, he found his husband's profile on the web version of the app. It listed him as being married and only looking for friends. His main profile picture was one that they took together on their honeymoon, except Mason had been cropped out. It was a shirtless photo of Oliver on the
beach. Going into the site's inbox, Mason read through the messages, finding a lot of different messages from different people. But for now, he decided to look through his husband's messages with Eli. He found the earliest one and started from there, reading back and forth between Eli and Oliver.
He read how they flirted. How Oliver explained he was married, but was just looking for friends. He explained how listless he had become and was looking for something else in his life, something new. Eli seemed to have listened, offering advice and online companionship to my husband, and eventually was the one who suggested he should quit and go back to school. Then their conversations became something else, something more... meaningful. Now there were pockets of missing context in the messages; clearly, the two of them had taken things outside of the site and likely messaging each other online. But it was obvious from this conversation history that this affair was something far more meaningful than Mason had thought.
Switching back to Oliver's inbox, he opened the online drive associated with the account, wanting to see if his husband had put something on the account's cloud drive. And he was right. But what he saw before him was far more than what he had imagined.
There were countless videos, ranging from short clips to longer ones, of Eli, Oliver, and the two of them together doing various things. From the most mundane clips of the two of them living life, or video messages they sent to each other giving them updates of their day(s), to videos of a more sexual nature... there were plenty of solo videos that his husband had saved in this cloud account. Solo videos of Oliver jacking off to the camera, and likely shared with Eli, and of Eli doing the same. Then... there were videos of them together.
The earliest video of them together seemed to have been attached with an email that Mason found in Oliver's account. Oliver had sent it to Eli, explaining how much fun he had with him over the weekend and what it meant to him. It was a video of them together, making love in our house, on our bed. When could this have happened? Clearly, Mason wasn't home. If it happened during an entire weekend, it may have been one of the times he had been sent out of the city on a business trip. Or that one weekend where Mason visited his parents without his husband. Regardless, it was clear that Oliver had entertained Eli in their home while he was away, and before Oliver had quit his job and moved cities for school. In the video, Eli was in the frame, wearing one of Mason's bathrobes. Oliver was talking behind the camera, commenting on how good the younger man looked in it.
"Better than your husband?" Eli asked the camera teasingly, and Mason heard Oliver laughed in response.
"Oh yeah, so fucking good," Oliver asked as he approached Eli, before his face moved into frame as he leaned in to kiss the younger man.
Oliver continued filming, showing the two of them kissing passionately, yet lovingly, inserting each other's tongues into the other's mouth, with Eli's thin arms around his husband's neck.
"But you look better out of it," Oliver said huskily, disrobing Eli with one hand, revealing the twink's smooth, lithe naked body, "like how you looked downstairs in the living room. In the kitchen. In the bathroom. In the backyard..." The camera panned down, showing Eli's beautiful naked body, down to his stiffening cock with a bright pink head. Eli then moved his hands and reached into my husband's robe and pulled out his thicker, darker, hard cock into the frame, jacking him off with his soft hands.
"In here," Eli replied softly before moving down on his knees and giving the tip of Oliver's dick a soft kiss. He looked up at the camera filming from atop him with wide, blue eyes, before giving Mason's husband's cockhead a soft lick.
It got filthier from there. Eli started to give Oliver what seemed to be one of the best blowjobs he has ever had. Where Mason would usually gag and struggle to take his girth, Eli took him down with ease. Eventually, Oliver even began to fuck into his mouth. The video started shaking as Oliver filmed himself getting head, clearly enjoying it.
"Fuck, yeah, boy, suck daddy's cock," Oliver would say, one amongst the sea of filthy things he said through the video.
Eli called him daddy repeatedly, begging for his husband's cock. Eli seemed to enjoy pulling Mason into the act, asking if he did certain things better than him or if he was better than Mason in other ways. And Oliver never once refuted him, instead agreeing and encouraging the younger man, calling him the filthiest things in the process, but also the sweetest things too. He even said some things that were awful to me.
"He can't take cock like you can. You suck cock better. Your hole's sweeter. Fuck, I love you," the latter words were like a bullet to Mason's heart.
By the time they had moved to their bed, and Oliver had settled the camera, or whatever he used, to the side, dressed to film them, Mason was hard and leaking in his pants. He watched as the man he loved and married went down on the younger man, his alleged roommate, on their marital bed. Oliver never really liked giving head during their entire relationship, and he
definitely hated rimming Mason, having only done it once. But in the video, his husband ate Eli's ass with abandon, the hunger and eagerness clear on his face. Mason had to skip forward in the video, despite his desire to watch the entire thing, not knowing how much time he had to snoop around. They fucked hard, in so many positions, on their bed, in their home. They kissed lovingly, filthily, and said awfully kinky and loving things to each other that the audio in the camera barely captured. Even moments where his husband declared his love for Eli's cock, his ass, his body, his lips, and, once again, simply just him.
"Fuck, I love you," Mason barely heard Oliver's whisper through the maxed out audio as he emptied his bare cock, his married release inside of the younger man. "I fucking love you."
"Fuck, daddy, I love you too, so much," Eli said right back before pulling Mason's husband into a tender, tongue-filled kiss. It looked more like Eli was kissing his husband lovingly. They looked like they belonged together.
The other videos in the drive varied and provided glimpses into his husband's secret life. It proved Mason's suspicions of how Eli was responsible for his husband's change in habits and dress. He had said that he preferred his husband to be hairy and smelling natural, being addicted to his musk. How he bought Mason's husband the thick chain he constantly wore on his neck, and how he encouraged his husband to dress with more tank tops and trashier outfits, and more trashy jewellery. Like a real man. And Oliver clearly lapped it up, enjoying the attention, the words, and believing them wholeheartedly.
There were videos of them living life simply in this city, with other people, their friends. There were even videos of them with someone Mason knew, his husband's best friend, Theo. They had known each other since college, and even Mason had known him ever since he started dating Oliver. He even shared an apartment briefly before Oliver and Mason got married, but
he was never far. They always hung out until Theo had to move for work... move here... to this city, for work, more than a year ago now. Right around when Oliver's bouts of depression started. But it was clear here that Theo knew about Eli. But what did he think about it? Did he encourage it? Does he think Oliver and Mason broke up? Or he doesn't care?
On the other browser tabs were Oliver's social media accounts, which Mason never knew about. They were rife with photos of him and Eli together. Sometimes with Theo, and with other people, and sometimes of just food or scenery, but plenty of just the two of them together. The captions on the photos were simple descriptions of their life... as if they were in a relationship. His heart was beating fast as he went through these things, his cock hard in his pants. Mason's head was throbbing from the sheer amount of information he was going through, and the countless realisations and reveals that were occurring one after the other.
Was he angry? Yes. Did he feel betrayed? Yes. Was he scared, lonely, broken? Yes. Was he turned on? Holy fucking, yes. More than once, he had to readjust himself in his pants, and he couldn't resist the occasional stroke on his hardon through his pants whenever he encountered photos or videos that were particularly filthy. He knew he was hard and leaking in his clothes, being turned on more than he ever had been before. Even through the hurt and the betrayal.
He went through as much as he could in what was inside his husband's account, taking notes in his phone so he could look into things further in his own time if he chose to in the future. He found his husband's secret explicit X account, where he posted nude photos and clips of himself and Eli. Mason quickly followed it with his own secret porn X account. He'd take the time to go through the mounds of content there later.
He found that Oliver made money on the side by having an OnlyFans. His creator account was logged on when he turned the desktop back on. I made sure to take note of it as well. There was so much new information in his email from more people he chatted with and hooked up with. There was an entire secret life he had managed to keep from Mason for over a year, perhaps longer. He was honestly impressed with his ability to compartmentalise his life.
He had almost reached his limit when suddenly he heard the door rattling from outside, like a key being inserted. He had already lost track of time, uncertain how much time had passed since he had arrived at their apartment. That's what it was... it wasn't their apartment, or just his husband's apartment... this was their apartment, their home. Oliver and Eli's.
He quickly, and as quietly as he could, jumped to his feet and turned off the light in their bedroom. Mason quickly moved and put Oliver's computer back in sleep mode, making sure to turn off the monitor, and dragged the little suitcase he had packed and himself into the closet at the other side of the bed. He had just managed to quietly slide the closet door closed when
he heard them walk in, laughing together with another voice. Mason quietly and covertly fished his phone out of his pocket and put it in complete silent mode, suddenly paranoid it would make a sound, and he'd be found out.
Distantly, as the wounded party, he knew that he didn't have to hide. He could confront them about this and leave. It wouldn't have been difficult for Mason to start over. Although he considered himself middle aged, he wasn't that old. He had a good job, a good home, and some modicum of self-respect. He didn't have to be hiding like this, as if he were the intruder. But here he was, trying to force his breathing to be slow and quieter than it was, afraid and hard in the closet of his husband and his husband's lover's apartment.
He heard them talking outside, laughing and enjoying themselves, unaware that Mason was hiding in their closet. He heard them stumble inside to the bedroom, and through the slits of the closet door that he hoped hid him well enough, he managed to watch them entangled in each other's arms, making out as they made their way towards the bed and fell onto it.
Suddenly, Mason heard more footsteps and a voice approaching until someone came in. Oliver and Eli never stopped making out, and they both started to undress on the bed. To his surprise, a voice popped up, and a familiar man walked into his line of sight. There was Theo, standing by the doorway, looking at them and shaking his head.
"Again, damn, you two really fuck like rabbits," he laughed as he watched the two of them in each other's arms.
"Well, I can't get enough of this mouth and ass," my husband laughed toothily while Eli beamed at the compliment, "Now, get out cause I'm gonna breed my boyfriend."
"Okay, but you guys only have an hour, then we gotta go head over to Mac's party," Theo explained while checking something on his phone. "Oh, and you asked me to remind you to text your husband that you can't make it the week after next. Do it now, since we already bought the tickets to Fire Island. A few of the guys already confirmed they'll be there for the shoot, too."
Mason tried to make sense of their conversation while trying to keep quiet and still in the closet. Eli didn't stop while Theo talked, having already unbuttoned Oliver's pants and was currently nursing on his bushy cock. Oliver had his hands on Eli's head, forcing it down in rhythm on his cock while having a casual conversation with his best friend about lying to his husband.
"Let's do another shoot where Eli is riding you while you're talking to Mason on the phone. That's always so fucked up and hot," Theo said before answering a call on his phone and walking back out into the living room.
Oliver just laughed at his friend's words, before turning back his attention on the twink trying to swallow him whole.
"Call him now," Eli said after taking a quick break from his fellatio.
"Fuck, yeah," Oliver quickly and easily encouraged, fishing his phone out of his pocket and calling me. At that moment, Mason was grateful for having the foresight to put his phone on silent.
Eli didn't stop sucking him while the phone rang, even through the lengthy voicemail he chose to leave Mason on the phone. Thinking back, this likely wasn't the first time they did this, remembering some of the breathless voicemails, video and phone calls Mason had with his husband. Like the one earlier in the week. Oliver probably never hurt himself at all. It was probably Eli. Now, he forced Eli down with a restrained grunt, clearly filling up his mouth with his seed before ending the voicemail and hanging up.
Oliver then pulled Eli up into a kiss, giving a small laugh at their shenanigans, "You're so fucked up, I love you. Now turn around."
Then Mason watched his husband blow and rim the twink for the next fifteen minutes. Eli writhed in pleasure at his ministrations, and he couldn't help but be impressed at Oliver's eagerness as he sucked on the younger man's smooth cock and balls while tweaking the twink's nipples. Eli moaned obscenely in the air, and Mason could see that it turned his husband on again, and the older man, the love of his life, was hard once more for someone else.
Then, fishing some lube from his pants pocket, Oliver greased up his cock and the hole below him before lining himself up against the twink's pink, puckered, and thoroughly saliva and lube-soaked hole and pushed in, bare. Eli let out a long, sustained, sultry moan into the air as his legs intertwined around Oliver's waist in response.
"Fuck, like a glove," Oliver groaned as he bottomed out and bent down capture Eli's gaping mouth into a filthy kiss.
Oliver started pumping, hard, in a way that he never did with me. The sight of it was positively filthy, like something you would see in a porno... which likely explained some of the revelations that Mason had found tonight.
Then something that happened that was beyond any expectations that Mason had tonight occurred. He heard footsteps walk back towards the bedroom door and saw and heard Theo through the closet door slats.
"Fuck, you guys looking as hot as ever," then he walked into the room, while unbuttoning his pants and slipping out of them. Then he grabbed the lube Oliver had thrown aside and began slicking up his own, hard, long member and Oliver's hairy hole.
"Oh, fuck, T...," Mason's husband gasped as he stopped his pumping into Eli's hole, and waited with closed eyes while his best friend entered him from behind.
Mason watched with a hard, leaking, and frankly shocked cock, while his husband's best friend fucked him while he was fucking into a twink below him, sandwiched between the two lovers, never saw coming.
"Fuck, baby, I love you so much," Eli said between annoyingly breathy gasps as he looked lovingly up at Oliver, his boyfriend, who was being fucked hard, too.
"Fuck, baby, I love you too," Oliver replied before groaning and gasping out loud, the telltale sign he does before he comes. Mason watched Theo do the same shortly after, thrusting erratically into his husband, who had collapsed atop Eli's body, kissing him on the lips languidly.
"Shit, we gotta do that on camera next time," Theo joked before pulling out and patting his best friend on the back and walking out, no doubt to clean himself up.
But Oliver and Eli stayed behind, still giving each other soft, tending kisses while Oliver remained inside of him.
"We should go to Mason's next week," Eli said with a devilish smile.
Oliver looked confused at first, looking down at his lover quizzically, "I already told him I can't come next weekend. And it's kinda tight, isn't it? A few days after that weekend, we're going to Fire Island."
"Yeah, but I really wanna fuck in your bed again. We can figure out a way to get him out for a few hours. I really want you to breed me in that bed. And, maybe you guys can have dinner somewhere, and I can meet you in the bathroom, and you can breed me while he waits at the table. Or, you can say you're bringing me for the first time to visit and show me around the
place. Then, while he's sleeping, you can sneak into my bed, and we can fuck all night long. I want your cum still in me while he's cooking us breakfast in the morning."
"Holy shit, that's so fucked up," Oliver laughed at Eli's words.
"But you love me for it," Eli smiled up at his man before pulling him into another filthy kiss.
"Fuck yeah," Oliver agreed.
Theo then came back a short while later while Oliver and his lover were casually talking in bed about mundane things. Something more revealing about the extent of their relationship more than all the sex Mason had just witnessed the depravity he had discovered. He waited another fifteen minutes in the closet after they left, waiting in the dark with his own, dissonant thoughts.
When he stepped out into the dark of their bedroom, the smell of their sex became more pronounced. Mason breathed it in deep, his cock still hard from it all. He turned the lights on and looked at the mess they had made and not bothered to clean up. He distantly wondered if Oliver had ever cleaned this bedsheet, the few times he had been over, visiting during the weekend,
and slept on this bed. Or had Mason been sleeping on evidence of Oliver and Eli's filth the entire time?
Mason whipped his hard cock out and began stroking at the sign of their cruel tryst. He remembered their words, the sight of them entwined in each others arms, the things they had said and done, and the things he had discovered in Oliver's computer. It didn't take long before he came, shooting his release over and on the mess that his husband and husband's lover had made on the bed. It was thicker, more copious, than any ejaculate he had deposited before.
After Mason had come, reason started coming back to his head stronger than before, and the reality of his situation fell on him like an earthquake. Without the lust, the hurt, the pain, the betrayal was at the forefront, louder and more pronounced than it had ever been today. He
quickly grabbed his lone bag and left the apartment. He doesn't remember if he ever turned the lights back off or if he even bothered to lock the apartment door.
He got back in his rental car and drove back to the airport, crying the whole way back.
But by the time he made it back to the airport parking lot, he had already cried himself out into calm. He sat in that parking lot in a daze, wondering what to do next.
The easiest path would be to get divorced. He would be well within his rights. If he hired the right attorney, he could probably take Oliver for all he was worth as payback for the betrayal. But it seemed that enough time had already passed, allowing for that urge to come back. That little voice and itch in Mason's head that didn't mind it at all... that liked it. That loud voice in his head, which pointed out that he was no fool, and there were times in the past year and a half that Mason had wondered. The same voice who pointed out that Mason's own secret X timeline was full of these fantasies of cuckolding and cheating. It spoke that this was a prime opportunity for Mason to live the kind of life he had always fantasised about... always jacked off to. Because at the end of the day, and specifically the end of this day, he came, unloading his seed, on the evidence of his husband and his husband's lover's betrayal too, finding pleasure in the cruelty and abject reality of it.
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