Friday, and I'm back with Chas and in the pub. I went Friday because we wanted to make an early start, and I couldn't wait to have his dick inside me. Chas had never wallpapered, so it would mainly be down to me. A few beers and home to bed. We settled for kissing and blow jobs. We spooned, him being the big spoon with his cock in my crack. Morning, and I'm up, douched, showered and back in bed for my morning sex. Chas had already used the other bathroom and was stroking himself, waiting for me. We kissed, I sucked him, he lubed and mounted me. It was a slow, languid fuck, with plenty of snogging. We rolled over and I straddled him, raising myself up so that he could thrust. Off him again, sucking him, and back on, several times, the wallpaper would have to wait, compared with straight sex, it was a different ball game, if you'll forgive the pun. Love making lasted close on an hour. When we finally came, it was in buckets. Breakfast and coffee, and we set to work in the nude. I had brought a trestle table with me, to use as a pasting table. Once I had shown Chas how to wallpaper, he quickly got the hang of it, and the paper went up in double quick time, him putting the paper on the walls, me following on, trimming top and bottom. We stopped for coffee at 11.00 and lunch at 1.00. By 4pm, when we stopped, three walls were done, and we sat in the garden with a glass of wine. "Do you want to go to the pub for dinner, or shall I rustle something up here?" "I'm knackered, let's order a pizza in." By 7.00 we had eaten and were sat on the sofa, watching some shit on TV. "You know Chas, I can't remember the last time I felt this happy, straight all my life, until you came along. I'm in lust with you and your dick." "You've always been my bestie, I've wanted to have sex with you for years, but thought you were out of bounds." Just talking about our relationship made us hard again, so we turned the TV off and turned in, cuddling again, more blow jobs.
We finished wallpapering in the morning and went to the pub to celebrate. Back home and we had all afternoon to make love, which is what we did, playing with each other, but not cumming, we sat back and let our erections go down, before starting again. We worked ourselves close to orgasm time and time again, until we got our timing wrong, and we shot our loads. I was starting to worry what would happen, now that the decorating was finished. We kissed and I left.
Monday evening, while the wife was in the toilet, I noticed that she had foolishly left her phone on. I took the chance to scroll through her messages, and I was amazed to find out she was having a lesbian relationship with a work colleague. Hearing her coming back downstairs, I quickly replace the phone and pretended to be reading the paper. Two wrongs don't make a right, but knowing she was also playing away, reduced the guilt feeling.
Chas called me in the week, he needed a hand to transport a fridge/freezer and a washing machine. He had hired a van, he just needed my muscles. We picked them up Saturday morning, and with a lot of heaving, shoving and swearing, managed to get them into the kitchen. Coffee and Chas had me over the kitchen table. He said he had an odd job friend, who was coming round Sunday morning to plumb the washing machine in. I asked if I could meet him, as I may learn something.
Sunday, and Chas called to say his friend would be there by 11.00. I arrived at 10.45, so that we had time for a kiss. Chas's friend turned out to be a good looking hunk, in his mid 20s, wearing a bib and brace, with nothing underneath. In order to fix the plumbing, he lay on his back under the work top. Through a gap in his overalls we could see his dick flopping towards his left thigh. Chas knelt down and gingerly stroked the penis, it quickly grew and the plumber didn't slap his hand away. He shuffled out from under the work top, pulled his dick out and said, "Is this what you want to see?" I salivated at the sight, and the thought that he may put it inside me. He stripped off and worked in the nude, Chas and I kissed, undressing as well. With the three of us now naked, we went to bed, with the plumber saying that the washing machine can fucking wait. I lay between them, not knowing which way to turn, my regular lover, or the hunk. It was the hunk who had me first. I was giving Chas a blow job, with my ass in the air. A tongue licked my hole, followed by a couple of fingers being inserted I moaned. The fingers were replaced by his cock, and he penetrated, forcing more of Chas's pole into my mouth. My first threesome, and I'm being spit roasted. He held my hips and banged away, quickly breeding me. He pulled out, I turned round, and sat on Chas, and began bouncing and jerking. Chas bred me, by which time the plumber was hard again. He had me doggy style, lasting much longer as he had not long cum. He pumped and pumped, I came unaided, and I was bred for a third time in less than an hour. We went back downstairs and the plumber finished the job and left. I should have left as well, but I wanted a little quality time with Chas, not that we had any cum left, we could still have a kiss and cuddle. I gave him a blow job, he got hard even though he had nothing left to give. I reluctantly went home, determined that I shall have it out with my wife. We still kinda loved each other, and still had sex once or twice a week, but we both had lovers. I felt that the marriage was disintergrating.
