Edgings

Chapter 9

DAN

Fuck, that was close, I realized, as Jake seemed to let locking the bedroom door go. But if we had left it unlocked… but then I remembered he could easily have caught us by going through the bathroom. The bathroom doors didn’t lock. Fuck!

That was it. I had to make sure Alex and I didn’t do that again. I took a moment to calm down. Everything was ok. I mean, sure Alex and I had slipped over the edge a little bit, but at least we hadn't fucked.

Anyway, it was time to get ready. I dove into my closet and drawers thinking of Jake and his almost transparent short shorts. I couldn’t believe my big handsome sex god of a husband was going to go to the club in those. Almost like he was getting the itch to be fucked. Well, I would happily do that for my baby, but I definitely wanted his big cock in me before the night was over. I was so fucking worked up by Alex.

I finally decided on sky blue Adidas shorts slit at the side but wore one of my skimpiest sky-blue thongs under it. The nylon shorts had no inner lining or pouch, so the thong was necessary, or I would have hung right out either leg. If I got hard at all, the thong wouldn’t hold me, but hey, I liked showing off. I was not as hung as Jake, but my eight plus inches did just fine, and since I was a bit of a shower too, a little risk was part of the fun. I picked a white tee shirt that I had cut the lower torso off of, to leave my abs and happy trail bare. Ok, it wasn’t my skintight jeans that Jake had admired earlier, but it was one of my more “Come fuck me” outfits. A pair of deck shoes and I was good to go. I had a clip-on bill fold that folded down and tucked into the wrist band I wore for that purpose.

Ready to head out I stepped out of the master to find Alex and Jake. They were in an embrace, and Alex was cooing, “God I can’t take my eyes off your crotch. I just love your shorts, jake. I want to get a pair like those.” Alex lifted his face and engaged Jake in kissing. I swallowed down a knot of jealousy, mentally spanking myself. How could I object to some harmless teasing between my man and Alex after what Alex and I had been up to? Alex’s butt was bare, and Jake’s hands slid down his back to cup his butt. Damn, that looked hot. Part of me wanted to see more, the conflict in me sending blood to my own cock. Here we go again, I thought, seeing how hot they were for each other.

“Hey,” I heard myself say. “You going bare assed, Alex?”

Alex broke his kiss with my husband and turned around, showing that he was not QUITE naked after all. He had on a light tan harness with decorative straps as a top, which was only a gesture of coverage for his torso. The harness seemed to frame and accent his pecs and fine ripped build, and I was reminded that Alex spent a fair amount of time every day at the gym, himself. In addition to the harness for lower gear he only wore a gold thong, the pouch of which was definitely struggling to hold in a stirred-up cock.

“Woh Alex, that is hot.” I had to say, though I wanted to pry him away from my Jake. Alex always preened over compliments, and this was no exception. He gave me a big smile, lighting up the room, a smile that almost distracted me from Jake's hand cupping his right buttock, caressingly.

“This boy knows how to dress.” Jake said giving Alex’s sexy bare ass a playful spank. Was that my imagination or was Jakes huge visible cock through that mesh even stiffer and harder looking. And was that a dig at the way I dressed?

But then Jake won my heart all over when he stepped away from Alex and came to me, gathering me in against him. "You look great, baby." he said, slanting a hot kiss on me, which I happily returned, breaking it before he could. I didn't want him to think I was that easy. The whole point of going out to a bar was to show him that I couldn't be taken for granted.

We took jake’s pickup crowding into the cab seat. Alex In the middle, Jake driving and me on Alex’s right. Alex wasted no time putting a hand casually on Jake’s muscular thigh and slowly rubbing it. Jake backed out of the drive and headed us out to the club with was several blocks away from the beach. We actually lived only ten blocks from the club, and got there in short order, pulling into an already crowded parking lot.

Getting out, Jake came around and sort of put an arm around Alex protectively, leaving me to follow. A couple of times Jake’s hand slipped down to Alex’s butt cheeks, but then moved back up. As we got to the front and got in line with other men, Jake pulled Alex close to his side, as if proclaiming possession, and yep, once again, I was furious. What was I, second banana?

It was still relatively early so the bouncer, a big powerful bear of a man was letting most people in, with no fuss. I remembered his name as Rocky somebody. He motioned to Jake, “Come on in, buddy, you and your mates are welcome.”

The line paused as we moved forward, a couple of wolf whistles following us, and a “Oh fuck” uttered from someone. I figured that was mostly for Alex, but it might have been for Jake. I sure as hell did not like being treated as third fiddle. Maybe I needed to lose these shorts and just wear the thong I had on underneath them? Well, I could decide to do that later, I supposed.

When we got inside, I was happy to see the bar wasn’t yet in full swing. There was still space between bodies. We moved up to the bar. Jake being hailed by lots of guys, and me nodding to various men I knew who patronized my “Shores” hotel guest house. Once again, I was happy I applied business before pleasure to myself in the management of my business. It was not wise to put oneself in a vulnerable position to other men, particularly when you had a husband you wanted to keep.

Alex, too was well known. Alex turned and moved into me as Jake was pulled into an embrace with a brawny somewhat older short cut blond man wearing faded short cutoffs that allowed his apparently huge cock to peek out one leg. Fuck he was hot, so hot I had to look away, and almost didn’t notice the older man pull Jake in and kiss him with tongues, or the fact that Jake looked kind of nervous, even though he seemed to enjoy the man groping Jake’s cock through his sheer short shorts.

“God who is that hot Daddy groping your man?” Alex said in my ear.

“I don’t know. I should though. He looks familiar.”

“Oh fuck, bestie, there is Carl.”

I turned where Alex was looking and saw the familiar handsome Carl, with his Latin good looks, who saw us and with a quick excuse to the man he was with stalked up to us, glaring with a sneer down at Alex’s scandalously skimpy thong.

Clearly, he was angry, but I couldn’t help noticing his build. He was not as tall as I, or even Alex, who was an inch shorter then my five foot eleven, but he was ripped, built like a grey hound, fit as a devil, wearing black leather chaps, with a leather jock strap that was eye strikingly large, tall boots. “Well at least you're dressing as who you are, cum slut.” Carl sneered.

Alex tensed up, and stepped behind me, as if for protection.

“Carl, that’s not necessary,” I said. The conversation was drawing stares from guys nearest to us.

Carl snorted at me, “Figured you would take his side, Dan. Anything to please this little shit, right Dan? Fuck I bet Alex already has your husbands big dick up his fuckable ass and you don’t even know it.”

I wanted to spit denial back, but I had seen the growing attraction Jake had for Alex. I didn’t know where it was going but, …

“Yep, you're wondering too. I can tell even you think it could have.” Carl laughed derisively.

I snapped. “First off you don’t talk about my husband like that. Second, even if he and Alex were fucking, which they are not, it’s no longer your business. You don’t agree with Alex’s choices, fine, you kicked him out. Now get on with your life and leave Alex alone. He doesn’t need your fucking drama, bitch.”

I felt my body coil and crouch slightly automatically moving into fight mode. I hadn’t studied martial arts for six years now for nothing. If he tried anything he was mincemeat on a stick.

But at that moment a large shadow stepped in between us, and I looked up to see Rocky, the bouncer.

“What’s up guys? Take any drama outside.” His eyes moved onto Carl like dark lasers. Carl backed away.

“Was nothing.” Carl said and with a last look at Alex, added, “IS nothing.” Carl turned his back and moved back to his friends, who as a group moved off into the club.

“Thanks, Rock. “Alex said from behind me.

The bouncer turned and stepping toward us, the huge man took Alex into his big brawny arms. “Hey no problem, sweet puss. You can always make it up to me and you know how. Call me.”

“Mmm Rocky, I will, I so will.” Alex promised with a huge, somewhat glazed smile.

The big man had a grin form on his craggy big boned but handsome face and turned back to the entrance.

Alex moved around me and faced me. “Oh, my sexy Bestie, you were amazing. I feel so safe with you. That Carl is an ass, but he’s also dangerous… I think. He has this big knife collection on his wall, and he’s always talking about growing up in Columbia. Thanks.”

I tried to hide a shudder. Now he tells me.

I looked around for Jake and saw him at the other end of the bar counter around the corner, leaning on it with that big tanned blond hunk holding him from behind, kissing his neck. Jake’s eyes were closed, and I felt a knot form as Jake’s jaw dropped as if from deep sexual pleasure. Below the surface of the bar counter, I had a feeling he was being stroked through his shorts by the big guy, or even openly masturbated. What the fuck?

I took Alex’s hand and led him around the bar toward Jake, determined to see what was up. Alex came along willingly, though his progress was now and then slowed by guys wanting to grope his sexy bare ass.

As we got closer, I recognized the big blond as Lieutenant Mike, Jake’s lifeguard boss. Why was Jake’s boss all but raping my apparently willing husband in public like this?