Married Hole

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It’s Monday. A whole new week. 

I got through the rest of my weekend without cheating on my husband, just like I have hundreds of weekends before now.

I’m tense when I see Grant but he acts like nothing’s happened at all and eventually I relax. Pretty soon the phones are ringing and we’re selling intangible products to people in need, hustling to get our numbers up and earn a decent commission.

I walk into the staff room for my coffee break, and there he is on a sofa in the corner with his arm casually over the shoulder of another workmate Ben who looks at me like he’s been caught stealing from the cookie jar.

Grant’s grin widens and he whispers to Ben before waving me over, then his eyes are back on the mobile phone he’s holding between them.

When I see what’s there my heart freezes.

Justin, my best friend forever, is rocking back and forth on Grant’s monster dick while looking back at the camera with a vacant expression.

“What the fuck?” I hiss, not raising my voice even though there’s nobody else there right now.

“I’m telling you he was fucking wild.” Grant’s talking to Ben as if I’m not even there and I can’t pull my eyes away from the motion on the screen.

Back and forth, mouthing unheard words as he fucks himself on Grant, the video muted.

“Holy shit man, I can’t believe it.” Ben’s voice is awestruck and I can’t help but glance down at the bulge in his slacks. They’re dark, but I could swear it looks larger than normal.

Not that I look.

I mean, Ben’s straight, he’s married to Kelly in the training team. He’s a bit younger than me at 22 and one of our top sales guys every month. I don’t think he could even grow facial hair, he’s always smooth and clean-looking with dimples and hair that a Disney direct-to-streaming star would be jealous of.

He does wear tight pants though, they grip his thighs and cup his bulge so well it’s hard not to notice every now and again.

“I’m so horny,” Ben whispers as his hand drops to his thigh, his fingers drawing dangerously close to the hidden package there, hanging suspended in the air above it. “The wife’s not giving me anything. I just need to get off.”

“Wish I’d known, buddy.” Grant’s pressed up next to him as they watch Justin pull himself forward, Grant’s cock popping out of his hole, big and shiny, dripping in cum.

Justin’s hole is gaping open on-screen. He looks pink and raw, this must be after I fucked him on Friday night. “I’d have happily shared. Jake had the first go since they’re friends.”

There’s cum pouring from his open hole as it twitches, flexing, struggling to close, and as drops of cum fall to the sheets his grin is so...pure.

He looks so happy. And as I remember the way his mouth devoured me only hours after this video was taken I feel my own cock straining.

“No shit!” Ben looks at me, shock plastered on his young face. “Aren’t you married, dude?”

“Come on,” Grant laughs, sounding like the wisest man in the world. Or at least in this staff room. “You know a man has needs. Jake needed to fill some hole while his husband wasn’t there to take it, just like his buddy Justin needed to get breed like the hungry slut he is.”

I should stop him. Talking about my best friend like that is going over the line, even if Ben doesn’t know Justin.

Why don’t I stop him?

“Besides, it’s not like it harms anybody. Do what you need to,” Grant purrs to both of us. “Take your pleasure. Be a fucking animal.”

Ben looks like he’s lost in thought, his eyes looking off to the distance now Grant’s locked his phone and slid it into his pocket while he was talking.

“I dunno about you but my break’s over.” And just like that he’s on his feet, as casual as ever, and then he’s gone.

Ben shakes his head a few seconds later, breaking the spell, and with a hesitant look my way he throws up a lopsided smile and leaves.

I make it back to my desk with a fresh cup of coffee and Grant is already in full swing on his wireless headset, talking to somebody about the product variations that’ll apparently change their life.

Pretty soon I’m in the swing of things and before I know it it’s lunchtime. I’ve been pretty slack with Todd away, normally I’d have made something for both of our lunches, so I figure I’ll wander around the local options and find something decent.

I walk out of the office building and I hear somebody yelling my name.

“Jakey! Wait up a sec.” I look over to see Grant with Ben again. He leans in and things look serious, Ben’s eyes darting over to me before he nods emphatically and walks off. “What’s your plan?” He asks, throwing an arm around my shoulder and guiding me to walk with him.

“I...don’t know. I was just going to find a bite to eat.” I don’t know why I don’t pull away from him, go do my own thing. I already know he’s got some sort of plan cooking up in his head and I shouldn’t let myself get sucked into it.

“Perfect. You can do that after.” He starts walking me faster, and even as his arm leaves me I keep pace with his steps. “Let’s get our dicks wet.”

“What?” I throw him my most sceptical look even as I feel my pulse quicken.

“You heard me. Friday was hot as fuck but I’m still horny, man. I know you got an extra taste after I was done so don’t even tell me you’re not gonna cheat again.” His grin is easy, confident, and anybody watching us would know he’s getting his way.

“Did Justin tell you?” I ask, trying to think of a way to end it. “I can’t do this again, I...wait. Where are you taking me?”

A few minutes of walking, and no real answer later, and we were at a nondescript door down a side street behind a Turkish restaurant.

Grant walks in ahead of me, not bothering to make sure I’m following, and for some reason I do.

When I made it up the stark flight of stairs he’s talking to a bored looking man in his 40s at a counter.

“Yeah, two please mate.” Cash changes hands and there’s the electric sound of the steel door being released. Grant holds it open and I follow him into the dark hallway. “This way.”

He’s obviously been here before but I try to take in the sights. There’s a row of doors on one side, with muted lighting just giving enough detail so we won’t bump into each other, but Grant’s become little more than a silhouette. There’s some sort of flickering light at the far end and I begin to make out the sounds of moans when Grant opens a door halfway down the hall and waits expectantly for me.

It’s a small cubicle with a stool in the centre, and the only source of light is a screen showing some smooth muscled men with tribal tattoos fucking each other.

Grant claps his hand on my shoulder as he closes the door behind him, and pressure builds until I find myself on my knees, him still behind me.

“I…” I gulp, my thoughts racing in the dark room, my sight filled with the image of some built stud throwing his legs back on screen. “I thought you don’t screw the crew?”

My voice is little more than a whisper but he laughs in response.

“I don’t.” I hear his fly coming down, and with his hand on my shoulder still pinning me in place, I feel the heat of his cock against the side of my head. He taps it, gently, against my flesh and it takes all of my willpower not to turn my head and swallow it. “I’m not gonna screw you, buddy.”

I can’t decide if I feel relief or disappointment as he slaps his meat against me again, this time more firmly, and I turn my head enough to see it in the darkness. The light from the TV screen illuminates his girth and I salivate at the sight, but then he moves back out of my field of vision.

A hand strokes my hair gently and then becomes firm, turning me to face one of the walls.

And jutting out of the glory hole at eye level is a rigid cock. It looks about 8 inches, uncut, and it’s bobbing slightly with every heartbeat as it waits.

For me.

I need to stand up, I need to run away and get my lunch and ignore Grant at work. This has gone too fucking far.

But when I realise he’s no longer holding my head in place I shift on my knees, turning my body towards this miraculous disembodied hardness, and my own cock feels painfully trapped in my work pants as I shuffle forward.

He feels so hard but his skin is so soft, and I could swear it swells as I grip him. A clear bead of precum is there at the tip, and when I realise it’s inevitable I lean forward to lap at it with my tongue.

A moan fills the quiet space and it takes me a moment to realise it’s coming from my own throat as my lips close around the stranger’s cock. My tongue flickers at the slit, tasting more of his delicious fluid as I ease forward, filling my mouth with half of him before he hits the back of my throat and I gag. He’s so much bigger than my husband.

I pull back until only the head is trapped between my lips, and more of his precum is drooling into my mouth as I push forward again and feel him nudging into my throat.

I hold tight and keep the pressure up, willing myself to relax, and as I swallow his cock pushes past my limit. I hear a hissing breath on the other side of the wall, a stifled moan from this man I can’t even see as his cock invades me.

“Taste good, slut?” Grant asks and I almost jump as his body appears against mine, his slim but firm chest on my back, his hands stroking the sides of me as he presses his cock into my fabric-clad ass. “Getting what you wanted?”

I can’t answer him and I don’t want to. Yes, it tastes good. I didn’t even know I wanted this, I’ve never even thought about cheating on my husband like this. I’ve always behaved, and now I’m on my knees on my lunch break sucking dick while my sleazy workmate humps himself against me.

I can’t help it, my hips are rocking back as I work the cock in front of me. I’m building up a rhythm, slurping loudly and enjoying the sound of the other man’s moans as I worship his meat, feeling every ridge and vein as I work it over.

Grant’s hands move to my waist, holding me in position as his grinding deepens for a moment, and then he’s unbuckling my belt and opening my pants.

His body moves away from mine and I miss the heat of him, but then he’s peeling my pants down with my underwear, revealing my ass, and I’m moving my body to allow it.

To give him access.

“Fuck,” he whispers into my ear and I feel his chest on my back as his hands move across my ass. He’s stroking my cheeks reverently, his fingers squeezing me gently and then they become firmer as his breath warms my neck. “You’re lucky I can’t breed this.”

I whimper around the cock stuffing my throat, and I find myself sucking it more hungrily. The man’s thrusting now as well, sharp and desperate, and his own moans are becoming faster.

Grant’s cock, 9 inches of burning rigid flesh, finds itself between my cheeks again and we’re humping against each other desperately, his leaking cock rubbing against my entrance causing shivers to run up and down my spine.

“Oh my god!” The man behind the wall finally speaks. “Take my fucking load!” His voice sounds faint but familiar, but I can’t focus on it as I feel his cock begin to pulse inside of me. The first shots are straight down my throat as I work him with my muscles, swallowing this unseen man’s cum, but then I pull back and his taste explodes in my mouth as it flows onto my tongue.

I hold him there, the head of his cock still trapped between my lips as I suck gently, lapping at the taste of him until he has to pull out.

There’s a heavy breath on the other side of the wall and then the sound of pants being done up. Grant’s beard makes a shiver run up my spine as it tickles me.

“I needed that.” Fuck, I definitely know that voice. “See you at the office.”

It was Ben. The 22 year old sales king from my work. Grant must have told him to come here when I saw them at lunch.

Fuck.

Grant just chuckles, his body shaking mine as I lean back and his arms wrap around me. One hand is on my stomach and the other takes hold of my cock, squeezing me tightly.

“You like that?” He asks, and I nod my head. I can’t put it into words but he seems to accept it. “Yeah, you like that. You like drinking loads when your husband’s not there. It can be our dirty little secret. You didn’t even know it was him, did you? Not til you could taste him.”

It feels like I might pass out. The world is becoming narrower, but as he begins to hump his cock against me I can’t help but move my hips once more.

“You want more, don’t you?” I nod in response but this time it’s not enough. His hand abandons my cock and grips me by the back of my neck. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I breathe out after a few seconds. “Yes, I want more. I need more.” My face feels like it’s burning but it doesn’t matter here, in the dark. On my knees.

As if on queue I hear somebody else enter the next stall over and my breath catches. I lean forward, catching a glimpse of another man, but then they start moving to their knees.

“Looks like I’m up.” Grant doesn’t waste any time at all, and before their mouth is even in place he’s stood up next to me to push his cock through the hole in the wall. I don’t even get a good look at it before the lucky sucker is slurping on it.

Sure, I’ve seen it before. But I want to see it again.

I...want to taste it.

In no time at all he’s fucking that mouth brutally, owning it with his massive cock, and the man on the other side of the wall is taking it all with ease. 

I’m going to need to practice more if I really want it.

“Fuck mate, he’s good.” Grant reaches out and strokes my hair. “Not gonna be long til I’m coating that throat.” His fingers grip me there as his throatfuck quickens, the sound of his panting filling the small cubicle, and then he explodes with a roar as his whole body tenses.

He releases my head from his grip and eases his cock out of the hole, and the sight of it is stunning.

9 uncut inches, slick with spit and heavy but softening. A drop of white nectar is gathering at the tip, cum that the sucker didn’t manage to swallow, and before gravity takes hold and pulls it to be wasted on the floor Grant reaches up and collects it with his fingers.

He doesn’t say anything. He just looks down at me with a mixture of amusement and something else, maybe...contempt, and he holds his wet fingers out just in front of me.

I lean forward and he breaks out into a grin of absolute self-satisfaction as my lips wrap around his fingers and I suck, moaning as I claim the taste of him.

I can’t even look at him as I pull my clothes back on, but he’s blocking the way out so eventually I need to. There’s a serious expression on his face when he decides to say something.

“Good boy,” I feel a blush spreading as he speaks to me. “Did you like that?” I have to nod in response and a smile flickers across his face. “Yeah, I thought you would. When you’re ready we can come back for lunch. Your shout.”

“I...I shouldn’t,” I stammer as the room feels like it’s closing in on me. What would my husband say? I should tell him. We’ve never kept secrets like this. “I should never have done this.”

“Relax,” Grant purrs as he reaches up and grabs me by the shoulder. “It’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.” It doesn’t feel like it, but as he rubs my shoulder I begin to relax. “You have a need, don’t you?”

Reaching out with his other hand he grabs me by the hip and my body begins to react. I haven’t cum yet, but despite everything I’ve done now that would be too much.

“You’re a man. You need to meet those needs.” He looks so calm, so reassuring, it’s tempting to buy what he’s telling me. He leans in until his lips are grazing my ear. “The next step is to start working that married hole.” He must feel me tense. “We both know you’ll love it.”

He doesn’t say anything else. He turns and leaves the booth, and when my legs finally start working again I go to follow but he’s long gone.

But his words are still echoing inside of me.

I make it back to the office after a quick shop, stashing the brown paper bag in my backpack without anybody noticing, and neither Grant nor Ben acknowledge me at all for the rest of the day.

Back at home I shower before retrieving the brown bag to pull the contents out.

My cock’s already stirring as I handle the dildo. It’s 7” and made of black silicone, shaped like a real dick with a flared head and veins across it, and I hope it’s not too big considering my inexperience.

But I have to try.

It takes me a while, and a lot of lube, but I manage to ease the fake dick into me.

I can’t believe how big it feels. There’s no way I’d be able to take something like Grant’s cock.

But I have the urge to.

Soon enough I’m working it in and out of me, and my own cock is hard again. I picture the way he fucked the mouth on the other side of the glory hole and I begin to pump it into me, faster, pleasure building as I figure out the right angle to make my toes curl.

My moans are interrupted by a knock on the door. Fuck.

Maybe it’s Justin. I wonder if he’ll fuck me with the fake cock and then swallow my load, remembering the way his finger felt, and I try to ignore the guilty feeling that crosses my mind as I pull the dildo out and they knock on the door again.

“I’m coming!” I yell out, pulling shorts on and padding my way up to the front door.

“Jake,” the man cries out as I open the door. Fuck. “I’m sorry to come around like this.”

It’s Justin’s husband, Mitch, his blue eyes red and puffy from crying. I hold my arms out and he melts into them, his chest heaving with some quiet sobs as he tries to pull himself together.

My hardon finally starts to subside as he pulls himself away.

“Come in, come in.” He makes his way down the hallway as I close the front door and follow him.

“I had to talk to somebody,” he says after sitting in silence for a couple of minutes pulling his words together. “I’m so sorry.”

I can’t ignore the guilty feeling, and I tell him not to be sorry and to take his time.

“I think Justin’s cheating on me,” Mitch finally manages to say after I get us a beer each. My blood runs cold. “He was getting ready to go out when I got home today and he couldn’t even look me in the eye when he said he was seeing his sister.” He’s rushing through every word as if getting it all out will somehow make it feel better. “But I called her. I asked about this show we’re going to, and she said she couldn’t wait to see us both. So where was he?”

Fuck, it had only been a couple of days since Justin had been fucked by me and then Grant. Why couldn’t he wait any more? Was he really that insatiable?

“Maybe...maybe there’s some other explanation. Like he was on his way, or there’s a surprise for you.” The disbelief crosses his face and my chest tightens with another wave of guilt. “Isn’t your anniversary coming up?”

I’m gonna have to message Justin. Warn him.

“Was he even here on Friday?” He asks me, and I have to remember that I’ve promised to lie for my best friend. And for myself. If I tell Mitch that not only did he cheat, but that I fucked his husband with my hung workmate, my marriage is going to be over. Of course he’ll tell Todd.

“Yes! Yes, he was here on Friday.” I’m not lying, but I don’t know how to handle it if he pushes. “I’m sure he’s not sleeping with somebody else.” No I’m not sure. I know he’s sleeping with somebody else. I reach up and stroke his upper arm, and he looks from my hand back to my chest, letting his eyes travel down to the bulge of my cock under the shorts. 

“Sure,” Mitch says, his voice sounding calmer as his eyes bore into me. His eyes move down to my chest and I feel naked in just my shorts, lube still nestled in my ass. The same ass that Justin teased on Saturday morning, that he took pleasure in tasting before he worked a load out of me. “Sure, yeah, it’s probably nothing.”

Silence hangs between us thickly as he seems to relax, sitting back and taking another sip, his eyes back on my body.

“Would you tell me if he was?” He asks and I freeze. I’m about to deny it after a few seconds when my brain begins moving again but he continues. “Would you tell him if I did?” He asks, his voice becoming lower, the silence of the room becoming thicker. “Because I wouldn’t tell Todd.” His eyes are locked on mine as he reaches over and places his drink on the coffee table, and then he leans forward, planting his hand on the sofa behind me, his tear-streaked face coming so close I can taste his breath.

What’s happening?

“I won’t tell Todd.” He tells me and I freeze in place as his lips meet mine. My best friend’s husband kisses me, our mouths moving together as I can’t help but respond. Still pent-up from my day, my cock springs to attention as my tongue meets his and then his body covers mine. My legs open as he lays between them, our cocks grinding against each other through our clothes as the kiss deepens.

With everything that’s happened in the last few days I don’t bother to resist. If he does this, he might find peace with Justin and they’ll be okay. I can keep the secret for each of them and they can be perfect again.

Mitch’s hand strokes my exposed side, his fingers finding my nipple, twisting it and making me gasp against his mouth.

He pulls himself upright and peels his shirt off. I have to admire the sight of him, even though we’ve seen each other shirtless countless times together with our husbands at the beach or a pool.

Looking down at me with naked hunger, the words escape my lips without even thinking about them.

“Fuck me.” A grin spreads across his face and he pulls himself to his feet, leading the way to the bedroom I share with my husband.

I get there and he’s in just his underwear, stretched by a hardness that I’m eager to feel. He’s holding the dildo at the base and he throws me a roguish grin.

“Sorry I interrupted you,” I take it and throw it to the floor, pushing my shorts down and then crushing his mouth with mine as he squeezes my ass. My cock is trapped between our bodies as his finger finds my wet hole to sink in easily. “But I’m out sorry you’re all wet and ready for me.”

He pushes me to the bed and I hear him slide his underwear off before he takes hold off my hips with both hands. I want to look back, to see his cock, but it’s too late as I feel it nudging against my hole.

“Ah!” I cry out as he begins to push. Even though I’d just been teasing my hole open before he arrived I wasn’t ready for this. He feels bigger than the fake dick, and I feel like I’m about to burst into flames as the pressure builds at my entrance.

And then the head pops into my ring, the immediate pain subsiding, replaced by a dull ache.

“Fucking hell you’re tight,” he pants as he begins to rock himself back and forth, pushing further into me with each stroke. “When’s the last time you were fucked?”

“Hng,” I grit my teeth as the building fullness, trying my best to push back against his invasion. “It was...fuck. It was years. Before Todd.”

He freezes in place then.

“Oh my god,” his voice is filled with awe as his hands move to squeeze my cheeks and pull them apart before he thrusts forward. This time it’s faster, persistent, and it feels like an eternity before he’s in me to the base. “So fucking hot inside of you.”

He feels bigger than anything I’ve ever taken, not that it’s a long list, and I wonder how big he is as he begins to move again.

The discomfort gives way as these sensations I’ve never felt begin building inside of me. I can’t help but whimper as it overtakes me, and then I’m moaning as I push back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck!” He cries out as he moves behind me, the angle shifting to drive harder into me, the sound of his balls slapping against me filling my ears. “You’re opening right up. You needed this, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I can’t deny it as I clutch at the sheets below me, arching my back to feel him deeper, lost in the pleasure of him stretching me. “Fuck yes, give it to me!”

“Yeah, you want me to feed that slutty hole.” My friend’s husband growls his words at me and I become incoherent, panting and gasping as sweat drips down my body. I’m struggling to keep up the pace but I refuse to lose it.

His fingers dig into my flesh as his thrusts become wild. Desperate.

And with a roar he pushes into the depths of me, unleashing his load deep in my guts, and without even touching my own dick I explode onto the sheets below me.

He barely says a word as he pulls his clothes back into place. He doesn’t even really look at me, naked and dripping in sweat on all fours, still dazed and unable to speak as my wet hole twitches in the air.

And then he’s gone.

I come to my senses and go around the apartment, closing the windows and turning on lights, wondering exactly when it got so dark.

I open my phone up and my stomach drops as I see missed calls from my husband, Todd.

I call him back and somehow manage to sound perfectly normal as we talk about my picking him up from the airport the next day, pretending that it’s been just another regular Monday at work, and after the call’s finished my fake smile can disappear as I go and scrub my sins away in the shower.