Edgings
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“Well, with these new rules things just got a lot hotter.”
“Should I change them back?” I said, sliding my arms around him. His cock and mine connected through our shorts as we bumped bodies. I bent my head and slanted a kiss on him, and we hugged tightly, with more than a little hip rolling grind.
“Nooo, I can handle it, if you can, just so you know Alex is hot for me. You know I have always found him really hot and sexy, but I value him as my best friend too much to screw that up, even if he gets me really hard.”
I grinned and kissed him again. “Getting hard over a hot friend is natural. I can’t quibble about that. But I need to fuck you hard tonight.”
“Ooo baby.” Dan laughed and we kissed yet again, causing my own body to respond even more. I was steely hard from watching them over my screen and I wasn’t sure I could wait till later to plunge my cock into Dan’s tight ass.
“Come on, let's make sure your bestie feels at home, but that he also understands the limits,” I said.
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Chapter 4
Dan
The shorts Jake was wearing were a pair of sheer semi opaque, dark gold, low rise lounge wear shorts, with a blue trim, no inner lining. His big balls and huge cock were clearly displayed. The shorts were also slit up the sides which meant his big cock curved down to poke at the legging edge when he wasn’t hard. Hard, his cock lifted away from exposure, but the sight of that big thing, displayed in such detail, made me nervous to see him decide to wear those, but I couldn’t think of why, until the way Alex gawked at them.
My husband was two inches taller than either Alex and one inch taller than me and two inches larger down there, too, and even flaccid, he was damn near as large as either Alex or I was hard.
I saw Alex’s eyes widen, his jaw dropped and lips part as Jake casually came into the kitchen with me. With his mane of black hair, brows deep tan and startling, beautiful grey blue eyes, my husband was a sight to behold. Though older than either Alex or I by half a decade, he was in finer shape than either of us. His broad shoulders rode over a sexily tapered torso which displayed an eight pack of chiseled abs, a deep powerful chest, large suck able nipples that I realized were somewhat hard, long powerful legs, it was not the body of a weightlifter, or a gym rat, but something more. He was delectable. He was magnificent. Thinking about it I realized Alex had never seen that much of Jake before. Always before Jake had worn a tank top and certainly less revealing shorts.
Glancing at Jake, I saw the twinkle in Jake’s amazing blue eyes, with their long, lush lashes, and the slightly lifted brows as he caught Alex’s expression. He was enjoying this, the bastard!
“Hey Alex, thanks for cooking dinner.” Jake rumbled, stepping up to my dumb struck bestie and grasping him warmly by his biceps. He ran his hands up and down Alex’s arms and leaned in to give him a kiss that lingered just a touch too long to be chaste.
“Um hunh…” Alex sort of moaned, looking pole axed. It would have been funny, if it hadn’t caused me a twinge of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.
Jake pretended to take an interest in the food preparations, and Alex gradually seemed to find some focus again, though his cutoffs continued to display his raging erection, and he seemed to breath harder.
Nursing a beer, I sat at the counter watching them interact, and I found myself thinking of our various work schedules. The thought of leaving my husband home with a man who looked like Alex and who looked at jake the way Alex did, made me very, very nervous.
Alex regained some composure. As they served up the food onto a hot plate and serving bowls, he never lost a chance to move in or brush against Jake’s side. Alex, perhaps realizing there was no hiding how hard he was, adjusted himself openly, making sure Jake saw him do it, and by the time the table was set, with me finally stirring to help, I couldn’t help noticing that Jake’s very visible cock seemed to have become incredibly rigid in his shorts. Despite his dark tan, and his parted lipped smile, deepening the dimples on either side of his mouth, he looked flushed, I was beginning to sense a lot of danger here, and had no idea what to do about it. For the moment, I just smiled and pretended to be oblivious to the flirting going on.
Our dinette table was small to fit the small kitchen, a booth we had gotten from a restaurant going through a refit, and we crowded around it with jake in the middle, and the food to be served opposite him, myself on my man’s right and Alex sliding in close on Jake’s left.
I felt Jake’s right knee and much of his thigh against my left leg, and I hooked my leg around his under the small table.
He turned to me and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back, slowly, feeling my own cock flare some more in my shorts.
“Mmm that looks so hot.” Alex said.
Jake turned back to Alex leaning toward him so that their shoulders touched. “Kissing my man is always hot, Alex. But hey there is more from where that comes from. Come here.” Jake rumbled, sexily.
Jake reached around Alex’s shoulders and sort of guided Alex into a kiss.
Alex moaned as their kiss opened into Frenching, lasting at least as long as Jake’s and mine had. I tried to adjust to the nervous knot that kept trying to form in my stomach as they all but made out.
Finally, Jake left the kiss and turning back to the table said, “This all looks great Alex.”
With that, my husband took up the pincers placing a pork chop each on our plates, then spooning out the Brockley, the green beans with bacon bits. We each helped ourselves to the salad bowl, which was a mix of kale, spinach, onions, a sprinkling of raisons, and hard-boiled eggs.
The food was great, but part way through I noticed the way the conversation kept lagging and that both Jake and Alex seemed to have trouble getting through a sentence. Then I noticed the glazed look on Alex’s flushed face and realized Jake was eating with one hand, his right hand. His left was under the table. As Jake was right-handed that, by itself wasn’t cause for alarm, or atleast, that's what I tried to tell myself.
Looking at the subtle motion of their biceps, Jakes left and Alex’s right… was Alex eating with his left hand? Wait, Alex was right-handed, wasn’t he? Were they fooling around under my nose, hiding it from me. Leaving me out? What the fuck was going on here? I had a hell of a time stomping on a sudden storm of rage.
“Ummm this food is so good" Alex moaned. Jake, in response brought both his hands to the table in order to cut into a pork chop but moaned sexily as he did. Moaning while cutting meat? Oh, come on! Suddenly, I was sure. I reached across into Jake’s lap to put my hand on Jake’s bulge. I found his huge cock poking out the top of his shorts with other fingers wrapped around it.
Alex jerked, his eyes going to me, but I pretended not to realize what I had touched, concentrating on my food. Alex’s hand had retreated.
“Mmm, Jake.” I chuckled as I pretend to discover his half-exposed cock under the table, stroking it, a lame attempt to inject myself into the rising heat going on.
Jake turned to me and smiled, “I am all yours, but easy there, baby. I don’t want to cause a mess.”
Ok, now wait just a minute. I boiled. So, Jake didn’t mind edging with Alex’s hand on his cock, but with my hand he objected?
‘I was sure Alex would be happy to lick it up,’ I thought, viciously, furious that Jake let Alex break the rules he had just laid down to me. I wanted to put a stop to this. Jake said we could make out with others, but did that mean jacking them off? That was going too far, wasn’t it?
I pulled my hand back from Jakes big dick, flinching inwardly, feeling stabbed.
I was now pretty certain from the Jakes flexing left bicep, that he was fondling and even stroking Alex under the table. As he did that, he smoothly asked Alex about his work. Alex worked as a free-lance photographer, and did wedding photos, when he wasn’t doing art photos of naked horny men. This seemed to spark my husband’s rising interest, particularly when Alex suggested Jake model for him.
"Why me?" Jake teased. "You want to ogle my hot body, eh?"
"I won't deny it."
"Well, it's right here, beside you, ogle away." Jake leaned back a little as if to display himself, but all he did was give me a glimpse of their forearms flexing slowly up and down.
"But if you model I can really concentrate on all your body parts, your chest..."
Jaked pecs flexed.
"Your arms."
Jake flexed those.
"Your big cock and abs. You know most models can't keep from getting erections." Alex husked.
I rolled my eyes.
Desperately trying to cut the rising vibe of lust in the room, I asked, "So what about this Tom guy your seeing, Alex? He must be pretty hot to cause you to cheat on Carl." Yeah, I hoped to remind Jake Alex wasn't to be trusted that far with sex.
But all that seemed to do was to give Jake and excuse to lean closer to Alex, as if he were a captive audience. Jake's back was toward me and moment by moment I felt shut out. Alex talked about the fact he had met Tom at the gym where we all trained and had started down the road toward cheating on Carl during their photo session. The thought of modeling for Alex was really getting to Jake and I could tell Alex’s right hand was probably back on Jake’s cock under the table. They leaned closer to each other, while talking, barely making a pretense of eating, leaving me out of it.
I sat there, concentrating with a lot less appetite on my food, while they continued to talk with Alex laughing too loud or giggling at Jake’s droll humor, both their voices husky with arousal.
So why was I hard as a rock? Seeing them tease and flirt, made me want to pull it out and jack right there. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Somehow, I finished my dinner, despite a lack of appetite as I became more and more upset. Their plates still had a lot uneaten. They were so focused on each other.
As I watched, their lean turned into a kiss, just a slow pressure of lips, but then it progressed into all out necking.
“Guys.” I heard myself say, softly. The damn on my emotional restraint was cracking.
“Guys.” I repeated a bit louder.
I was about to stand up and make a scene, jake left the kiss and leaned back a little. Looking down I caught a glimpse of crossed forearms and movement of wrists. Their cocks were just out of view, and doubtless close.
Jake's glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes, but said to Alex, “So Dan and I were discussing rules. You may have noticed; I am a lot more affectionate to you then I might have been your last time over here.”
‘That was an understatement,’ I thought, keeping my face still.
Alex giggled breathlessly. “I guess so, uh yes.” His eyes on Jake were adoring and glazed with heat, a little hitch in his voice as Jake’s hand on his cock out of my view, probably gave him a jolt of pleasure.
“We decided as long as we have something on, we can cuddle with others and kiss all we want. It’s ok to be hard with hot friends. But no getting naked with other men or sex. We still intend to be monogamous. And Alex, sexy and adorable as you are, we have to resist you.” Jake purred, teasingly.
“Why?”
I bit my tongue, ready to retort angrily, turning away to keep from saying something i would regret.
“Because your Dan’s best friend, and if we had sex with you would instantly become a lover, and I won’t tangle in a three-way relationship ever again. Been there, done that, sexy.” Jake said, his firm delivery somewhat marred by the husk in his own bass voice.
Alex tried to pout but with his jaw dropped from languorous pleasuring under the table, it just looked like he was searching for a kiss. Jake supplied it, moving in to engage Alex, passionately, right in front of me.
Finally they broke it for air. I just sat very still, feeling shut out, realizing Jake’s back had more or less been to me the whole fucking dinner.
“So, ummm, what is you guys' boundary anyway? Does no sex mean no stroking each other’s cocks?” Alex managed to ask, but I could hear the moans through his halting delivery. This was getting ridiculous.
Oh now, this was a question I wanted to hear answered as I was sure my man was stroking Alex’s cock. Was he going to rule that out while doing it?
Jake, however, was ready for that one.
“Well, keeping something on doesn’t apply to you, Alex,” Jake crooned. “You can prance around this house naked all you like. It just applies to Dan. So if your cock got snagged by my hand and…”
Ok Jake and I hadn’t discussed what he was now saying, and I was beyond pissed off. “No you don’t. I didn’t agree to your fondling and touching Alex’s cock, Jake.” I said, tensely. Then I thought to hell with it and went further. “And having put up with you guys stroking each other all through dinner, I am this close to walking out that door and finding a hotel. Luckily, I just happen to own one and my office has a nice little half apartment I can move into if I need to.”
Jake jerked around and looked at me, taking in my anger. There was a long tense silence which he broke. “Aww baby, don’t be dramatic I was just…”
“Dramatic? Dramatic?" Oh boy was he lighting my fires, and not in a good way. "You think I don’t see your bicep flexing all through dinner? Alex looks ready to cum.”
“Aww, now Dan, don’t jump to conclusions. I was just rubbing Alex’s leg trying to get him to relax. I’d never do anything like that, baby.”
Damn but Jake seemed so sincere. I’d never been able to catch Jake in a lie, and this time was no exception. But I wasn’t quite done. “And I felt Alex’s hand around your cock, jake. He pulled it back real fast when I touched it.”
Alex flushed for a different reason, his eyes wide on me, biting his lip.
Jake chuckled, “Yeah, Alex got a little handsy there., But that’s why I am laying down the rules, babe. You know I am all yours, my love. Easy, love. You see why I don’t want a three way relationship? Look at the drama just from a little hot flirting with your best friend?” Jake’s tone was reasonable and loving, his right hand lifting to massage my neck. Ordinarily I would have melted, but I was just too angry, and getting angrier by the minute.
“Obviously, we need to discuss your rules a little better, Jake, since you apparently left yourself some loopholes. “I snapped, noticing their forearms still moving, I hissed with incredulous fury, “And take your hands off each other’s cocks. NOW!!" I roared at them.
They did, Jake finally coming out of his sexual haze to realize how pissed I was, turning to me.
“Now you turn to me, after giving me your back for this whole fucking dinner?” I said, waspishly. “Talk about shutting out your husband and treating him like a fifth wheel.”
I was still too fucking hard to get up, but my anger, now expressed was beginning to soften my erection. I put the irony of getting so hard over their flirt to one side. I didn’t want to think about it.
Jake’s beautiful light blue eyes widened as he seemed to finally take in just how pissed I was.
“Ok, baby, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to do that to you. I love you way too much to hurt you… ever.” He said, quietly. He leaned toward me to kiss me, but I pulled back, though I was melting a little. This was in a way, a misunderstanding, right, not exactly a cheat. And it had been right in front of me. I said so.
“Ever? You just did, Jake. You just did." I stopped myself and sighed as my anger drained away a bit. "Maybe I am overreacting. It's not like we've had time to flesh out your rules in detail.” I said, deflating a little.
Alex offered me a nervous smile, clearly worried about his friendship with me. “It’s ok, if I had a man like Jake, I would be nervous and jealous as hell.”
"And yes, I am jealous, but mostly I am feeling disrespected as if I am an idiot." I said, depressed. "And if my husband keeps doing that, you can have him. I give him to you on a silver platter."
Jake looked as if he wasn't sure whether to preen over both of us fighting over him or look devastated about my last words. "Baby, calm down, I am sorry if it seemed like I was not paying you the attention you deserve."
Something about his tone, almost as if he were annoyed, bothered me, but I said, “Your right, your right. I shouldn’t get so worked up.” Still, I wasn’t going to apologize. I was really rattled.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying.” Jake went on. The thing is our rules, are for us, not you.” With a glance at me, he said a little too quickly, "You're our guest. You want to carry on naked around here, with us, you can. But, especially since Dan and I are both really attracted to your hot self, we need a barrier. Our cocks have to remain under some sort of cover particularly when we are kissing you or cuddling with you. Sometimes, considering the way we are endowed," He smirked for a moment, "We might poke out or something. These things happen." He glanced at me. "And we shouldn't jump to conclusions but get things back under control. And remember, for me Dan always comes first, right baby?” He asked, turning to me.
“I had better,” I said, mildly, but firmly.
Jake chuckled and reached out to pull me into him. He kissed me briefly. But then, dammit, Jake turned back to Alex and engaged him in a far longer kiss. Alex moaned and his body arched in his seat. I realized Jake’s right arm was under the table, his bicep moving again.
Back came my jealousy, and I thought I better get this hammered out now.
“Honey, kissing me for one second and then turning to make out with Alex and jerking him off some more, is letting me feel I am number one? Thats respecting me?” I said quietly.
Jake slowly relinquished Alex, looking distracted. “Sorry, baby, just trying to make sure Alex gets the picture and can relax with it.”
Suddenly I had enough, I got up, simultaneously pushing the table out and flicking up the tablecloth. We had never fixed the tables position in relation to the booth itself, so with a that quick move I uncovered the crime. Jake’s hand tried to retreat from Alex’s iron hard cock, but too late, while Alex’s remained on Jake's, still stroking. My bestie was too far gone to even realize the game was up.
“Apparently it's me that’s not getting the picture.” I said, almost sadly. I was near ready to cry, and I hated doing that. I was always too quick to be submissive to Jake’s notions.
“Baby… it's just a little cock petting.” Jake protested, his face showing the jig was up.
I was within one step of saying Alex had to leave, but what would that accomplish? For a moment I was poised there, unable to think. But then my brain lurched forward. I resolved, instead, to keep a close eye on the two of them and bide my time. But they had to know they crossed the line. As if to try to persuade me it was ok, Jake’s hand returned to Alex’s cock, petting it, rather than stroking. I almost laughed. “Your both still uncovered, Jake, and Alex is still stroking you.”
Alex seemed to understand he was in big trouble, now and he jerked his hand away, laughably way too late regain his usual aspect of innocence.
I rolled my eyes and started gathering up the plates. “Dessert anyone?”
“Oh, I didn’t make any,” Alex said. “Desserts and my body don’t go well together.” He said softly.
“Wise to stay away from sweets, Alex, and your wisdom shows. You’re a beautiful man.” Jake purred. Jake looked up at me and then Jake turned and winked at me in a way that kept Alex from seeing it. Well, that caught me. What was my man up to? Despite being married to Jake all this time, I couldn’t read him. I remembered that he had been in a Navy Seal and worked with the Secret Service. His body, and fitness, and handsome as hell face, screamed sexiness. But it also screamed “dangerous man", too, a man of strategy and long-range planning.”
Well, time would tell. Jake wanted me to trust him, in spite of this. Hah, we would see. I arched a brow at him and headed into the kitchen.
Behind me I heard Alex say, “Um, Jake, it's really sweet of you to tell me I can be naked, but maybe I shouldn’t go naked….”
“Shh, take it easy, Alex.” Jake purred. I kept my back to them. Despite Jake’s wink, I was furious, and I needed to watch it if our marriage was going to be in jeopardy. If Jake was going to hurt my heart like this, I needed to start building walls.
I heard a moan, and it triggered me to half yell. With my back to them at the sink, I snapped, “Just remember, Alex. Jake is mine! You push it, boy, and all that bestie shit will go out the window. Fast!”
Behind me all sexy flirting came to a halt. I pretend to pay no attention but set about rinsing the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher.
Under the sound of the faucet, and the washing, I vaguely heard them whispering and that infuriated me even more. I finished loading the washer, put soap in with shaking fingers, closed the dishwasher door and turned it on. Then I headed out of the kitchen fast. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I was tempted to go out and let them have their fucking fun.
Jake intercepted me, fast as lightning and he was chuckling as his arms encircled me.
“Baby, baby, don’t be so dramatic. Come on, what you need is a good hard fucking.”
“I might have felt that way a while ago, but not now.” I snapped. “Alex may not live under our rules, and as our guest it would be rude to make him. But if you're going to make rules for us, don't you think you should follow them? I can’t believe you were jacking him off over dinner like that.”
“Aww baby, I didn’t mean too… I can explain. It was just a little cock petting.”
“Fuck cock petting, it was too rhythmical for that, and he looked like he was ready to cum most of the way through dinner.”
Behind us I heard Alex whimper, "I'm sorry, Dan." But I wasn't listening. He SHOULD be sorry.
Jake dragged me into our bedroom, closing the door. He easily picked me up and threw me onto the bed, before jumping on me and pinning my arms out to the side, his body on mine. Despite the work outs and training Jake had given me along with other gay men at the gym to teach us to defend ourselves, I wasn’t going to try to break free, or fight back. I knew I didn’t have a chance, anyway.
Jake stared at me. I knew he hated to be found out as wrong, or to be doubted. But he knew he had been caught literally red handed, too.
He seemed to shuffle through a number of possible things to say, and then chose a stupid one. To try to make light of it.
“I do believe my man is jealous.”
“I am way beyond jealous. I am pissed.” I responded, “and frankly wondering if I can trust my husband with my best friend. Or anyone. If this is what you can get up to in front of me…”
“Depends on what you trust your husband to do, baby.”
“I can't trust you to keep your hands off my bestie at the dinner table, that’s for sure.”
He buried his head in my neck and licked me, kissing my neck, my ear, where against my ear, he whispered. “Ok, yean, baby I jerked him, but wouldn’t let him cum, baby. Look I am only making the rules fit what we can expect from him. He had his hand on my cock right away after we sat down, rubbing it so that it poked out of my shorts and then began stroking it. I was going to stop him, when I guess you did that for me.”
“So, your argument is, he started it?”
“I am not arguing, I am explaining, baby. Come on, you know at parties we both get groped and sometimes it's not easy to put a stop to someone feeling you up. But its ok, as long as we do put a stop to it. You have to trust that I will do that. Just as I trust you to do it. I could have slapped his hand away, been rude, but I didn’t want to upset you. Better to just explain things to him.”
His body as he talked had been moving on mine, his cock out of his shorts leg, rubbing over my bulge, making me stir again down there.
As I became hard under him, my resolve to stay angry with him, dribbled away into almost nothing. Fuck I was easy. But then again, at least he had heard me speak my mind.
I sighed but didn’t want to let this go. “I still don’t see why you had to stroke his cock, baby.”
“Just trying to keep him relaxed.” Jake reasoned, nibbling my jaw. “It can’t be easy for him, all alone now, living with a committed couple. And he is such a sexy little slut, Dan. Give him some slack. And while you're at it, give me some too. I promise I won’t betray your trust.”
Dammit he was making me hot, and he knew it. I caught the gleam in his ice blue eyes.
I felt myself relent and give in. Sighing, I let the anger go. Holding that kind of anger was unhealthy, anyway. “All right, baby. Just be careful. I don’t want to lose you and my bestie, both at the same time. And if you both fuck with me, and not in a good way, this will all be over. Believe me, it will.” I told him quietly.
“Shhhh,” he said, kissing me while with one arm peeling down my boxers between us. His shorts came next, and he was on me, writhing his sexy bod on mine, our cocks rubbing and rolling and prodding together. He reached into the nightstand and got out some lube, taking the time to pet, massage and then open my hole.
I knew he knew I needed a good fucking, his half smug, half determined expression made that plain. He was right, damn him, I did.
After fingering me and stretching my hold to take him, taking his sweet time, his fingers brushing over and over my prostate until I was begging to be fucked, his huge cock pressed at my gate. By now I was so turned on and hot, nothing would do but I grip his muscular ass, and feel him take me.
We fucked almost every night, usually with him in me first, then me in him, so it didn’t take him long to ease that big throbbing pole of a cock into me, it still sent a spark of pain up my body before it dissipated to be replaced by the incredible pleasure only my Jake knew how to give.
“Ohh baby, so sexy,” he growled. “Don’t worry about Alex.” He soothed as he fucked me slowly, “He is hot and sexy as hell, but baby, he is nothing compared to you. It’s you I love, Sugar, so sexy.” He was clearly getting close, husking out one-word thrusts, “baby, love…your ass, so tight, fuck, fuck… oh baby…” His voice became a ramble of sex words, almost moaning babble, the bass purr of it vibrating under my balls. God, I loved his voice, his body, his huge cock, his eyes, every bit of my Jake, I loved him so damn much.
Our rhythm gradually increased tempo and now I knew I was already getting close. He gently bit my neck, my nipples, my ears, licking me, kissing me all over, as his pelvis rocked and thrust, his balls staring to bang my flanks. If there was one thing Jake could do so well, that was to edge, to hold back cumming until his partner was ready.
“Oh baby,” he murmured dozing down into almost sleep as he often did after an intense climax, his lips by my ear. “Oh baby, so sexy, I just love your ass, Alex.”
Alex?