Edgings

Chapter 15

DAN

Dean had had a conflict the day before and didn’t return for his interview until the next morning, when he had a day off. It was Jake’s day off too, and I usually joined him after checking the hotel to make sure everything was ok for the next two days.

I called home, “Hi Alex, when Jake gets up, please tell him I have to interview an applicant for work as a concierge here at my hotel and I will be a while. Hopefully I will be home for lunch, but possibly not.”

“I’ll keep anything you want warm for you, bestie.” Alex giggled. “You are interviewing someone hot?”

“Could be, could be, "I said hedging. If I had to tell Jake I had sexy Dean working for me, I needed to do It, not Alex.

“Anyway, you be good and don’t steal my man away until I get home.”

“I would NEVER!” Alex teased.

“Un-hunh,” I snorted, already getting hard at the thought of Jake alone with Alex. I had to roll my eyes at myself. Only days ago, I would have been terrorized leaving Jake home with Alex. Now, I wondered if I wasn't kind of hoping something would happen. I'd already been fooling around with my bestie. Maybe Jake and I needed to let a three-way thing happen with him.

Dean had thought he might be working on the beach today, so he arrived in lifeguard uniform, his equipment in a sack over his shoulder. He looked fantastic, and sexy as hell, and suddenly my jeans seemed a couple sizes too small in the crotch.

Still, I wanted a serious interview and I felt he did too. We retreated to my office where I had him sit down while I perched on the desk edge near him, well aware that doing that only accented my condition. His eyes went right there, too. I knew I was tempting fate, but just couldn't seem to help myself.

“All right tell me a bit more about yourself, Dean. You said you knew a bit about accounting but have a bit to grow on that side. What do you know about taking care of a pool, cooking over a grill, we offer a Sunday brunch outside around the pool which is pretty popular, and bartending,” I ticked off several other areas.

I was already pretty hard in my jeans when I decided to give him a tour of the hotel. I couldn't help noticing how his cock stretched out or up in his red speedos as we talked about different jobs. When we reached the spa, he suggested, "I'm really a good masseur. Would you like to try me out?"

"Love too." I told him, and we exchanged smiles. Damn but Dean had a fantastic smile. We moved from the weight room into the massage room and Dean hunted around for what he needed, oil, towels a scraper, while I took off my clothes. We said nothing about my hard on as I lay down on the bench, pressing my eight inches into a towel beneath me. He offered to drape a towel over my middle. but I said, considering everything a little modesty at this point would be kinda silly. After all, I had sucked him at the bar with Jake watching and fucking me. We both laughed. Dean slipped off his speedos, saying he wanted to avoid getting oil on them, and a his very nice thick seven plus inch cock lifted and bobbed out, wagging a little in front of me. Then Dean took some oil and oiled up his hands, warming them by quickly rubbing them together. Then he dribbled some on my neck and shoulders. "What I like to do is get my client to relax, by giving them a neck and scalp massage, before then moving to the feet. Once I have done, the feet, I move back to the torso, for more relaxing work, digging into the muscles around the spine, then I work the legs..." he left the rest unsaid, but I allowed that sounded great. 

Doing my scalp necessitated his standing with his cock right in front of me. As his oiled fingers brought bliss to my head, I couldn't help reaching out and sliding my fingers around his cock, which danced and lifted at my touch. "Mm, not very professional of me," Dan said, "letting you do that, but considering everything..."

We both laughed. He dribbled some oil on my shoulders, working down my neck to them, moving into me, his cock brushing my forehead. I tilted up my head resting my chin on my wrists and as if in signal his cock moved in, the tip brushing my lips. Of course, I couldn't help licking what was so close and he moaned. As his hands moved down my back, his cock seemed to press into my mouth, and I was soon sucking him for the second time. I told myself I was just kissing his cock, not really sucking, but between a deep Frenching of a cock and sucking is... well ... a very thin line. It was a feeble attempt to tell myself I wasn't quite cheating on Jake, but yeah, I was kidding myself.

My mouth and throat felt empty when he retreated and moved around to oil up my feet, taking his handsome cock away from my fun, the tease. 

Oh the work he did on my feet, pulling on the toes, massaging the arches, somehow managing not to tickle me, his hands firm, sensual, turning my surprisingly tense foot muscles into wet noodle. I was loving it. My cock relaxed under me a little bit, but not completely, only to stiffen when, after washing his hands, he oiled them up again, standing so I could ogle his trim but muscular body, and his more letting my eyes drift down his abs and sexy happy trail to plump half hard cock. I noticed he was someone who kept himself well-groomed and manscaped, the pubes around his balls and cock, trimmed back but not quite shaved. This was a man who, like Jake, took great care of himself and it showed. I wanted to lick him all over and his gentle smile suggested he knew it.

His warm hands returned to my back and arms, spending a great deal of time massaging my arms and pulling them away from my body. Then he returned to my spine working his way down to my glutes where his magic fingers relaxed me completely before again moving up my back. Finally, he moved down to my legs and worked up my calves and I grinned knowingly as his deeply caressing hands seemed to pull blood upward. 

I knew that masseurs could either pull blood down, away from the crotch, usually done in massages that were supposed to be plutonic, or up toward the crotch, with the almost inevitable result of causing an erection. His hands now began coaxing blood up my legs and my cock returned to full hardness under me. By the time his hands massaged my thighs, working up until his fingers brushed over my taint, my balls from behind, and my hole, I was throbbing and so hard it was almost painful.

"If you would turn over..." He said quietly.

I took a deep breath and die, rolling over. My eight inches of man meat stiffly met the air, spearing upward and my eyes met Dans as he took in the sight.

"Your very beautiful, Dan. Your cock is perfect," he said. "Big but not so big one can't imagine doing everything to it."

My pelvis hunched a little. "My cock loves compliments," I told him, with a grin.

He smiled and shook his head, his hazel eyes twinkling, but then he returned to the massage, spending a lot of time on my pecs, my nipples, sending shots of electricity to my cock. His hands worked slowly down my abs, his forearms brushing against my cock more and more. 

"You know I am a married man." I told him weakly.

He just looked at me and winked, as his right forearm accidentally on purpose rubbed my cock up and down while he pretended to massage a lower ab.

"Would you like a deep tissue release special? It would be my pleasure," he purred. 

From somewhere I dredged up the will power and said, "I'd better not. But if you help me up, we can take a tour of the shower where I will show you some true appreciation."

He helped me to my feet, and I pulled him in against me, our hard cocks sliding and rubbing together as we exchanged a long passionate hungry kiss, our hands all over each other's asses, pulling ourselves together. I was very close to climax, just doing this. "Shower," I croaked, and he nodded quickly.

We went back into the massage room's sole shower and got under the spray together. Soaped up hands strayed everywhere, and my own hands took our two cocks together and stroked them, as we groaned over kisses. This was getting too hot. 

Dean asked to wash my hair, and I gladly let him, my eyes closed in bliss. But I sank to my knees, and took him in my mouth to the root, slowly pulling back and plunging in, my practiced throat not gagging even though I took him deep each time. I'd had Jakes ten inches to practice on for ten years, after all, so his seven plus, though thick, wasn't too great a hardship. It was just good sexy fun. 

"Fuck I'm going to cum." 

I squeezed him at the root, just managing to hold his climax back, then I stepped out, of the shower, dripping, fetched a condom, and returned. "I'd like to show you my appreciation, I said, getting in.

He gave me a wide-eyed look, but turned his back, planting his hands on the wall, his ass out for me. What a beautiful ass, I thought taking his hips. I spent the time soaping up my fingers, before investigating how tight or ready he might be. It took a little massaging, teasing of that pucker, then entry and a little two finger scissoring before I felt he was ready. By then he was softly begging me to fuck him. 

"Now Dean," I teased. "I am, as I said, a married man, so I am only going to enter a little bit. No fucking, this is just to open and relax you a little..."

"Un-hunh." He replied pressing his ass against my cock.

I pushed in, adding pressure until my cock head snapped inside. To my surprise his ass pushed back as he moaned and in one smooth movement, he had fucked himself on my pole. I was all the way in. Then with a groan from him that sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure, he pulled himself forward, squeezing his butt cheeks and I nearly came right there.

"Now, no fucking," he teased with me lodged deep in his ass, and we both laughed. But there was no stopping us now. In the end, the rhythm built until our bodies were slamming and sucking together. After the massage and all the teasing, it didn't take long before I was filling that condom inside him and he was blasting against the shower wall. 

"Well, that was pretty decisive," I told him, afterwards. I decided to put him in charge of the hotel spa, maintaining and cleaning the small work out room, the pool, and being the on-staff masseur. In time I told him I would check out his other skills. Dean seemed good with that, so long as it could be fitted around his lifeguard shifts.

Finally, he told me, “I’d take a pay cut if you could find me a place to bunk here at the hotel without kicking customers out. My last months’ rent where I am staying has been more than I can handle and I am overdue,” he said.

I thought for a minute. I wasn’t using all of my in-house office studio space, not really, and having him use it would keep me from entertaining anyone I shouldn’t there, something I had only barely resisted since marrying Jake, and I could block off the bedroom part from the office.

“You can stay in my office suite. It has a bath and a bed, and I will have the guys put up a partition wall to give you some privacy when I am working and you’re off and need your sleep.”

“Really?”

“Of course, really, but just until you can afford your own place.”

In response he stood up and stepped into me and hugging me. “Aww thanks, Dan, you’re the best. You’re saving my butt.” We both laughed at that one.

I smiled and he kissed me. My lips opened and he was invading my mouth with his tongue, which I sucked and then gave back with mine.

He was dressed into his speedo and as we kissed, I could feel us both hardening again.

We broke off long enough for me to say, “Let me show you the office suite again.” He just smiled, recognizing where that could lead. I didn't bother dressing but led him naked with my clothes over one arm up to my office.

I worked out his contract, which he signed and then we kissed, by mutual agreement moving to the bed, where we ended up in a sixty nine position, sucking deliriously until we were close, and then Dean managed to get a condom on before fucking me.

As he rode my ass up until I exploded, I cried out "Jake!" My mind thinking of my husband, picturing him watching me with Dean, stroking his cock.

After we came down from that high, both of us, just panting in bed, Dean took my face in his and turned me to face him, nose to nose. “You cried Jake as you came.”

“I did?” I said weakly.

“Yup. That was our last one on one fuck,” he said firmly, but with a twinkle. “I won’t get between you two, unless you take me on together. I won’t let a guy fuck me when he is thinking of someone else.”

I looked at him and we kissed, gently, almost lovingly. “I think your right, Dean. Thanks.”

“No problem, sweet bro.” He said and chuckling, he tousled my blond hair. How could one not love that?

I kissed him again, and again, just enjoying kissing a sweet friend.

We shared the shower again, byt managed to refrain from more sex. I needed to get home to my man, and Dean needed to move into this suite without lecherous me in his way.

“You going to tell Jake about this?” He asked, after I had dressed in my Jeans and my shirt again.

“About you working here? Yes.” I paused. “About what we just did in that bed? I’m not sure yet. Leave that to me?”

He deadpanned, “Leave what to you?”

I laughed and left.