Edgings

Chapter 6

JAKE

Dammit, I had gotten carried away at dinner, and topped it off by trying to lie to my husband when he confronted me. Poor Dan had every right to be angry. And I knew, just from looking at him, that I had seriously pissed my baby off. Our marriage was seriously in danger, and it was all my fault.

It was just that Alex was so sexy. His bright smile, that glazed look in his eyes when he looked at me. I had a lot of guys want me, but not since my early days with Dan had anyone looked at me like that.

It made my cock so damn hard, and I wanted to fuck him so bad.

And then to say Alex’s name after saying I love you, coming down after that amazing fuck. I HAD been fantasizing fucking Alex’s sexy as hell ass while fucking Dan. Dan had caught me on that and that could lead to a shit load of hurt. During dinner, I was just getting into the mood of things. I mean fuck, did Dan have to invite his super-hot fuckable bestie to stay with us? Surely Dan knew I thought his best friend was hot.

But maybe he didn’t, and I had come home to find them making out on the couch. Stood to reason things could get a little more casually flirty.

I only meant to put a hand on Alex’s thigh and tease him by rubbing it slowly while we ate, but I’d accidentally brushed against his eight-inch cock on my way to his thigh. He had it out, and was already stroking it, probably getting off on masturbating while sitting right next to me.

Touching his dick sent a bolt of electricity to me, particularly with my husband right there, unknowing.

There was absolutely no way I could ignore that beauty, and my hand stole back to circle his cock shaft.

Alex pressed his thigh against mine in response but did a great job of not showing he was affected by my hand on his nice prick, a cock the size of Dans, but maybe a little less fat and more curved like a banana. I let my fingers massage this shaft and soon felt his right hand on my thigh. He’d casually switched hands to eat with and I hoped Dan didn’t notice.

Then his hand moved slowly up onto my big dick under the table, all right under Dan’s nose. It had been so sexy, so exciting, all those hot kisses while Dan pretended to be only half aware. I’d even seen the flush on Dan’s face and knew he was turned on.

Alex had kissed my jaw, saying how grateful he was to be given a place to stay, and I’d turned to him to say, “no problem. You're welcome to stay as long as you like,” all casual like, meeting his lips with mine in a friendly kiss, never mind that our tongues touched and wrestled a little bit right in front of Dan.

I checked on Dan and he’d just smiled, almost as if he enjoyed his bestie and me, kissing. “You don’t mind if I kiss your bestie, do ya, baby, just to make him feel welcome?”

“Not at all, baby. I want that too.”

So, I turned to Alex and gave him another kiss, this one a little longer and he’d giggled, getting into it, kissing me again a few minutes later.

We’d been close to necking, both of us getting close to spurting under the table, right in front of Dan who I didn’t think noticed our arm movements… I thought Dan was getting into watching us kiss. The kissing with Alex got sexier as I showed off for Dan.

But I was too carried away to catch when his lust turned to anger. I underestimated Dan, disrespected my man, and I was worried sick this might hurt us. And I didn’t want it to hurt his relationship with Alex either. I knew how much Dan and Alex loved each other, as friends. And maybe more. Maybe I had in the back of my mind letting them cheat on me with each other. I knew they lusted for each other.

Then it hit me. Part of the reason I wanted their relationship as “just friends” to hold was that if it didn’t, we would either be in a three way, or all of us ripped apart. If we even began to approach a three-way relationship, I would shut that down. Alex would have to leave, and I liked having his sexy self under our roof.

Dammit, I was a sick bastard. I had to reign this in. Maybe, the best thing I could hope for was to give them plenty of chances to cheat on me. But that would set up guilt feelings and conflicts that could damage us. Better, though, than to share Alex as a couple.

What the fuck was I doing? How could I jeopardize what I had with Dan? I loved the fuck out of Dan! He was hot, sexy, funny, when he wasn’t pissed, and until tonight there hadn’t been one bit of drama between us.

Yet… I couldn’t help thinking of Alex. Dan was practical, at times a bit bossy, but I liked that. He wasn’t a passive bottom but insisted on his own say. I didn’t just like that. I loved it.. I loved the give and take, and when Dan topped me, he took over and it was incredible.

On the other hand, Alex was more of a worshipful bottom to someone like me, and for me that was a huge turn on, too. It fed my ego, made me feel powerful and sexy as hell. Alex needed to be mastered, and the way he responded to his more commanding bossy bestie, Dan, was hot, too.

Damn, I was going to have to be super careful. Because no matter how I viewed it, I wanted Alex’s ass. How to get it without ruining my marriage to Dan?

Following dinner, I went back to my office while Dan and Alex changed to go out for the evening. I’d been about to turn on my spy program when Dan walked in. He had changed into a white deep cut tank and his tightest most revealing jeans. His cock was intimately hugged and revealed down his right thigh. Fuck he was going commando. He’d brushed his hair, and I smelled some spicy cologne on him.

“I am going to take a nap for an hour or two before going out, but I need to talk to Alex first. Knowing him like I do, I suspect he’s really upset.” Dan said. Damn it, Dan was still angry. It had cooled down a bit, but there was a coldness to his delivery I hated to hear directed toward me.

“Aww, what’s got him going?” I asked, asking just to cover my own alarm from what I read on my man’s face and body language. Actually, I was concerned. I didn’t want Alex hurt by any of this.

“He doesn’t like it when I get mad at him.” Dan admitted.

“Aww baby,” I said, trying to project tenderness.

Then it hit me how I could distract him, and maybe further my own lust filled plans.

“Why don’t you give him a massage. I have some stuff to do for Kevin and Bri’s wedding.” Kevin and Brian were two friends of ours who were getting married and had chosen Dan and I as their best men.

“I guess I could do that. I am pissed at him though.” Dan growled, his eyes telling me he was a lot more pissed at me.

“I know baby, but you just lay the blame on me. He is your bestie and I know you love the little shit.” I said mildly.

Dan quirked a smile. “Yeah, I do,” he said, almost defiantly. “As for blaming you, it's not like I would be lying, now, would it?”

I pretended to ignore that verbal jousting, and said, “Anything for my sexy love. Damn I love those jeans on you. I want to see you wear them tonight, but you probably don’t want to get massage oil on them.”

Dan looked down at his tight jeans and nodded. “You might be right. Ok. I’ll go do that. Maybe I’ll wear something even more revealing. Kind a hot out for long pants, isn’t it?” He mused, but then turned to leave. “But I still intend to go out. I need a little ego boosting,” a definite parting shot. Yep, he was still pissed.

My desk faced the door to the third bedroom, converted to my office. Because of that my computer screen faced away from the door, for which I was thankful as I realized just how much more important not having him see what was on my monitor had become.

I booted up my computer and coded in the program that gave me access to my house cameras and pickups, then sat back to enjoy the view.