Married Hole

“It can’t happen again,” I tell my co-worker sternly for the third time in the last fortnight. “I’m fucking serious.” Ben looks at me full of need, with his big puppy dog eyes and quivering lip, and it’s easy to forget he’s only a year younger than me.

“Aw man,” his eyes roam across the floor as if he’s lost something. “I haven’t…” He leans in to whisper to me even though there’s barely anybody else left in the office now. I was stuck on a call past finishing time and he must have been waiting for me. “I haven’t cum since you sucked me off. It was so good, I need your mouth. Please!” His fingers dig into my arm as he holds me in place.

“That,” I step back from him and give him my coldest look. “Was a mistake.” My voice is low, quiet, but firm as I cross my arms in front of me. His frown deepens. “I’m sorry, but I never should have let it get that far. We’re both married men! Besides, I should have been home half an hour ago, so you go home to your wife and maybe talk with her about what you need.”

He doesn’t say another word as I walk away from him but  a storm of emotions pass over his face.

Rush hour is over by the time I leave the office so I make it home in good time. I fired a message to my husband Todd on the way but haven’t gotten anything back yet.

Dumping my keys and wallet by the door, walking to the living room, I stop dead in my tracks. Justin, my best friend who I’ve been avoiding ever since...well...everything happened, is stretched out naked and hard on my sofa.

“Hey buddy!” Justin says, his hand steadily stroking himself openly. “Feels like it’s been forever.” We haven’t spoken since I cheated on my husband with him and a workmate, and then lied to his husband before letting Mitch...letting him fuck me without a condom. I don’t know how I lost my self control with Justin’s husband.

I don’t know how I lost my self control with everything.

My blood is like ice in my veins and he looks absolutely carefree as he bends one of his knees, bringing his leg up and giving me a glimpse of the curve of his ass beneath him.

“What the fuck?” I drop my bag and try to control my breathing. “Where’s Todd?”

“Don’t worry,” Justin says, finally releasing his rigid dick and sitting up. “Mitch is keeping him occupied. We ran into him before and felt like we should all catch-up.” His grin is wicked and full of promise. “They won’t be back for a while.” He pats the sofa next to him. “Now, take a seat.”

I stand in stunned silence as I will this situation to just end. He pats the seat again and I obey, my legs move automatically until I’m sitting next to my naked best friend.

His handsome face grins at me and my whole body feels like it’s vibrating with nerves. What the fuck is he doing?

“I’m really disappointed, you know?” He turns so he’s facing me directly, and I try to swallow but my throat feels dryer than ever as I glance down at his rigid cock pointing right at me. “I mean...I understood that you needed to be safe.” His voice is a purr, sweet and smooth in the silence of the room, only challenged by the pumping blood in my veins as my heart quickens. “That even though I’d get to feel you inside of me, hard and throbbing when you finally exploded, it would be inside of a condom. Out of respect for, you know…” he moves in closer, his naked thigh burning mine through my work pants. “Your husband. Who you love. But knowing that you gave it up just to feel Todd’s cum inside of you stings a bit.” My face drops and the room feels like it becomes darker. He knows? “I mean, I’m your best friend. You’ll spread your legs like that and let my husband breed your married hole, but you don’t trust me enough to give me your cum?” His hand moves to my forearm and he squeezes me.

“I didn’t...I didn’t mean to.” The words sound pathetic. My face burns as the panic builds inside of me, the room closing in. “I never should have...done any of this. How did you know?”

“Todd told me. He was overcome by guilt.” A wicked smile spreads across his face. “He told me he came to you, and then...he told me he came in you. You didn’t even resist him.” He reaches out, his hand swiftly cupping my manhood, and I realise I’m rock hard as I look at my best friend. Remembering the way his husband fucked me. “You really helps us actually. We’ve talked about a lot. About our desires.”

I hadn’t been fucked in so long. The need had been building up inside of me, and when it happened I didn’t even think about stopping him to grab a condom. He needed my ass and I needed him to take it.

It should never have happened.

I stand up but Justin’s hands fly out. He takes hold of my hips, holding me in front of him. I glance down at him, his hungry eyes locking onto mine for just a moment before his attention turns to the obscene bulge in my pants.

I don’t move as he reaches for my buckle and undoes it.

“It’s okay. I understand, this is new, and you’re such a good...responsible man.” His eyes flicker back up to me as he begins to slide my zip down. “Loyal. You never thoughts you’d be in this position,” he purrs at me, sliding my pants down my legs as my breath becomes ragged and I’m trapped between the urge to help him or run away. “But you are in this position.” He flashes me a grin with a glance back up at me. “And now you’re going to pump your load into me before our husbands show up with dinner.” His fingers slide into the elastic waistband of my briefs. “Get that fucking shirt off.”

My fingers start flying across my buttons, fumbling as I undo them one by one, while he slides my briefs down. My cock finally bounces free. 

I slide my shirt off to leave me naked in front of my best friend again and he beams up at me with the same self-satisfied expression that I usually get when he wins an argument or beats me in a round of Mortal Kombat.

But now he’s claiming a different prize. He instantly swallows my hardness to the root, working it with his throat.

After only a few movements up and down he pulls off, moving off the couch and to his knees, spitting into his hand and then sucking me again as his hand disappears between his legs and under his drooling cock which juts out, hard but untouched.

Fuck He’s good at this.

His lips glide up and down my 7 inches as I stroke my hand through his silky black hair, grabbing a fistful. Without changing the pace, instead just enjoying the way he’s moving along my length, the room fills with the sound of him slurping away.

And then he stops, my dripping cock released from his grip with a loud pop.

He sits back on the edge of the couch and wastes no time in pulling his legs back and revealing the pink pucker of his asshole, surrounded by wisps of fur and glistening with his spit.

The satisfied smirk is back on his face as he watches me taking in the sight of him.

He’s fit. Slim, but with well-defined muscles and a light dusting of hair in the centre of his chest, but smooth around his pink pointed nipples.

His chest heaves with every excited breath as he waits for me.

He’s got a nice dick. Average size, uncut, and dripping in anticipation.

“Give me that load, man.” He almost sounds like somebody else. Eager, hungry...dirty. Not my best friend. “I need you.”

My body moves into place instinctively. My wet cock finds where it needs to go, pressing against his entrance, and I take hold of his thighs. Looking down at his face I begin to push forward and there’s the briefest moment of discomfort as his ass yields to me, and then my raw cock is sinking into him.

Justin’s grin becomes wider, almost giddy, as I finally bottom out. He can feel my hips against his flesh and he reaches up, his fingers clutching at my arms as his muscles flutter around the length of me inside of him.

I can’t stop myself.

My face swoops down. My lips capture his, his mouth opening in surprise as I begin to grind my hardness into his burning flesh. He whimpers into my mouth as I pull back before slamming myself back in.

The pace is ragged and mindless. All I can do is thrust, slamming myself against him as his fingers dig into my flesh and our tongues thrust at each other.

I’m breathing the air from his lungs and feeding it back to him as I grab his shoulders, pulling his body down as I pound at his hole, sweat pouring off my body onto him and then onto the couch I share with my husband.

“I-” I gasp as our kiss ends and I take hold of his legs, pushing them back to deepen my access to him. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Yessss,” he hisses, reaching down to grasp his own cock. “Do it. Breed my married hole. Fucking give it to me.”

I do exactly that.

My body shakes, a wordless roar slips from my lips, and my cock pulses as I grind it as deep as I can.

Barely a moment after I begin to flood his guts I feel him contract around me, the muscles milking me as his pleasure overtakes him, cum spraying across his chest and stomach, running down the side of his body onto my sofa.

It feels like an eternity, shot after shot erupting across his body as my own orgasm subsides.

He gasps with discomfort as I move back, my cock slipping out of him, and his legs fall to the ground as I let them go. I can barely look at him as we both rise to our feet, and he grabs his phone to send a message.

“Right,” Justin says with relief in his voice. “I’ve let Mitch know they can head back soon. I guess we should shower.”

A quick glance at his face shows a relaxed smile, and frustration grows inside of me.

Frustration at him, sure. He should never have put me in this position. But mostly frustration at myself. My weakness last time, for getting involved with my best friend and my co-worker, and then my weakness now for agreeing to fuck him. Without a condom.

It would break Todd’s heart.

“Mitch won’t...tell Todd?” I ask as I start gathering my clothes up, checking if there’s anything visible on the couch.

“No way. And neither will I,” Justin says, his voice calm and reassuring. “Especially if that happens again. And I know Mitch likes your ass.” Another wave of guilt and shame. I need to clean myself off, act normal again before our husbands get back. “I might need to try it myself.”

I move in a daze. I make Justin go shower first as I put my clothes in the basket and open some windows, then as soon as he’s out I get in myself, scrubbing off the sweat from the day. And from the fuck.

“There you are,” Todd beams at me as I walk back into the lounge all fresh and clean. “How was work?”

“Pretty rough,” I answer with a nervous smile. Just act normal. “End of month, there’s always some extra pressure with targets.”

Concern flashes across his beautiful face and he leaps to his feet, wrapping his arms around me. I’m so damn lucky.

He kisses my neck, and a shiver runs up my spine at the feel of his bear tickling my flesh. He’s a couple inches shorter than me, his body warm and soft with a layer of dark fur, and his hug helps calm me.

I can control myself. I need to, for my lil cub. His hazel eyes practically sparkle as he looks at me with warmth pouring off him.

“We got Thai. And there’s a couple movies we can choose from?” With that he walks over to the kitchen where Justin and Mitch are watching us, dishing their own plates up.

It’s a remarkably normal night. I could swear that I smell sex in the air, but nobody else seems to notice. Justin’s sitting there, my cum inside of his freshly fucked hole, acting like the perfect husband to Mitch who apparently knows all about it.

The only one who doesn’t is Todd. Sweet, kind Todd, who waves the boys off at the end of the evening and comes to bed, hungrily sucking me to completion before we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

I try to sleep, images of Justin’s body dripping in cum running through my mind. I wonder what he looks like when Mitch has him bent over, fucking him like he fucked me, sweaty and desperate.

The imaginary Justin is replaced by my husband, Todd, panting in ecstasy as Todd fucks him, opening his ass up...

I finally drift off to sleep.

———————-

It’s a completely normal day. Ben hasn’t said anything to me, he hasn’t even looked my way with pleading eyes, so I don’t know what crosses my mind...but I send him an email.

You know that favour you’ve been after? Let’s discuss it at lunch. Same place as last time.

Not even a minute later and he replies with a simple deal.

He’s gone before I leave for lunch. My heart is racing on the entire walk, my eyes darting around, as if anybody cares enough to watch me slipping down the sidewalk and through the heavy steel door.

I pay my money and then I’m walking through dark hallways, the distinctive sound of muffled porn mixing together from the different rooms.

The same cubicle as last time is empty, and when I walk in I can see movement through the glory hole on the wall.

Somebody’s looking through the other one, but a cock begins to appear through the first hole, and my mouth waters in recognition.

Ben does have a beautiful cock. 8 thick uncut inches, already rock hard through the glory hole with his large nuts hanging heavily.

I glance back at the other hole to see an eye pressed up against it, eagerly watching Ben’s cock as it waits for my attention.

I land on my knees before him, my own dick straining against my underwear, but I ignore it as I reach up. My fingers tentatively wrap around his warm flesh.

He feels so soft as I gently squeeze him, sliding the skin back to reveal the dark red head of his dick, and a bead of clear fluid grows at the tip.

I swallow nervously and let my lips fall apart, leaning forward. My tongue flicks out and I struggle not to groan as his taste hits me.

Next thing I know I’ve hungrily plunged forward, Ben’s cock hitting the back of my throat, and I gag a bit but hold it there.

I pull back so just the head is there between my lips, and running my tongue up the slit rewards me with another burst of my co-worker’s flavour before I slowly suck him deeper into my mouth and hear him groan.

“Fuck yeah man,” I hear him whisper as I get a steady rhythm. “I’ve been waiting for this.” I unbuckle my belt and release my own dick without missing a beat. “Your mouth is so hot.”

I stroke my own leaking cock after shoving my pants down around my knees, shoving my face forward all the way so that my nose is buried in his dark blond pubes. I work my throat on his length, swallowing, massaging him before I slide all the way off with a loud slurp.

I don’t know what possessed me as I spit into my hand. I take the sight of his cock, so hard, glistening with spit, illuminated by porn I haven’t even bothered to glance at.

I’m filled with nothing but need as I smear my own saliva between my cheeks, pressing it into my hole.

I don’t know how he’s going to react. My eyes are glued to his cock as it bounces along with his pulse, aching and untouched. Calling to me.

I turn my back to his wall and reach back, feeling him jerk as I grasp him again. He’s humping into my hand eager for friction, and as I move back I bend forward until I feel him pressing back and forth, probably waiting for me to swallow him once more.

The eye watching me from the other glory hole widens as he watches me take what I need.

Ben gasps with realisation as the pressure finally makes my hole submit, the head of his cock entering me.

A primal groan escapes me.

Slowly, agonisingly, I slide back onto him. It hurts, but I can’t stop until I feel the cool wall against me, and I can finally stop with all of him inside of me.

“Ohhhh,” he moans, “My god!” My co-worker’s cock twitches and throbs in my guts, pulsing, all the way inside of me as I hold him there. “Oh my god, Jake. Fuck!”

The eye moves away from the glory hole that’s now at eye level, and a dick begins to feed itself through the hole.

It’s a nice dick.

Probably just over 7 cut inches, pretty similar to mine, but the head is broadly flared and it looks thicker. I’m close enough to the wall that when it’s finally all the way through the hole it’s pushing against my lips, and I can wrap them around the piss slit of this stranger, tasting him while my ass is still pressed against the wall.

Ben seems to come to his senses, his cock easing gently out of me and then back in. I match his rhythm, moving forward to take more of this new cock into my mouth, meeting Ben’s full length on every thrust back to the wall.

My movements are desperate. Mindless. I’m hungry, my mouth sliding along one beautiful cock while the other stretches my ass open.

I don’t even know who’s groaning when, but as I work the two cocks, bouncing back and forth, never letting either of them escape me, the sounds are constant. My own cock is leaking, rigid, pressed up against my abdomen, and some of the groans must be my own.

I needed this, I realise as Ben mutters a stream of profanities behind me, his thrusts breaking the rhythm with wild jabs. I needed to feel his cock. I needed to let him fuck me. And I need to be bred.

I resisted it, but I can’t do that any more. I love my husband but I’ve ignored this part of me for too long.

But as I fuck myself on 8 thick inches, working a stranger’s dick with my hungry mouth, there’s no denying myself anymore.

“I’m gonna cum!” Ben yells behind me, and I pick up the pace, practically a blur as I move from one cock to the other. Before he does, though, the cock in my mouth swells and unloads across my tongue. I swallow it greedily as it floods my mouth, sucking and slurping as it throbs, and it’s still pouring its load into me as Ben roars.

I slam myself back at the sound and his cock feels like it doubles in size, pulsing, filling my guts as the stranger’s river of cum begins to slow, his taste still pouring across my tongue with his last drops.

Eventually the other man withdraws, his cock slipping from between my lips, slick with spit but drained of cum as it disappears from the hole.

I hold myself there, my ass pressed back against the glory hole until Ben eventually comes to his senses and tenderly pulls back.

I squeeze tight, refusing to let any of his cum escape my aching hole as I hear him pull his pants up and disappear without a word.

Somebody enters the stall next to me. I haven’t cum yet. I could offer my mouth to this new stranger...maybe earn another load or two…

I check my watch and pull my clothes back on, blindly straightening my hair and wiping my face off with paper towels before I slip out of my stall and into the bright open world once more.

I have some time on my lunch break, but I use it to try and clear my head, wandering back to the office with a few minutes to spare, only to see a new email waiting for me.

It’s from Grant.

I hear you did some good work today. I’m going to need your help with a presentation I’m running.

I can guarantee you’ll find it very fulfilling.

Hope you guys are still enjoying this one, sorry if there’s any typos, I was a bit horny with this one. Let me know if you’d like to see more In the future.