A New House
Tim Pov
I still wasn’t convinced that what I thought I saw at Jason’s house was just an alcohol induced dream, as Gavin had suggested. He told me he wouldn’t cheat on me after 10 years of marriage, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on.
Over the next few weeks, Gavin's behaviour didn't exactly help ease my suspicions. He was coming home later than ever, sometimes not until after midnight. When I'd ask about his day, he'd give me vague answers about "client dinners" and "strategy sessions." The new cologne I'd noticed before was stronger now, mixed with something else I couldn't quite identify.
However, something unexpected happened that made me question everything I thought I knew.
"Tim, sit down," Gavin said one evening, his eyes bright with excitement. "I have some incredible news."
I settled onto the couch beside him, studying his face. He looked genuinely happy, more animated than I'd seen him in weeks.
"Jasons offered us something amazing," he began, reaching for my hands. "You know how we've always talked about getting a bigger place? Well, he's got this investment property—a beautiful house in Brighton, 4 bedrooms, 3 ensuites, a large living area, the backyard is amazing, it also has a heated swimming pool and a spa. He is offering it to us at a discounted price.
I wasn’t sure what to say, on one hand, it’s something we had both been working towards, we had worked hard these past 10 years, and it felt like the hard work was now paying off, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that this was too good to be true.
"How discounted?" I asked, though part of me already dreaded the answer.
Gavin's grin widened. "Thirty percent below market value. Tim, this place would normally sell for $4m, but Jason's offering it to us for $2.8m. He says it's an investment in his best employee."
My stomach churned. Nothing in life came that cheap, especially not from someone like Jason. "Gav, that doesn't make sense. Why would he give such a large discount like that?"
"Because he values loyalty," Gavin said quickly, his grip on my hands tightening. "He wants to make sure I'm happy, settled. It's good business sense—happy employees don't leave."
I pulled my hands free and stood up, pacing to the window. Outside, our small suburban street looked so normal, so safe. The house Jason was offering sounded like a dream, but dreams sometimes come with conditions. What else does Jason want? I asked Gavin?
Gavin's face flushed slightly. "What do you mean, what else does he want? Tim, you're being paranoid again."
"Am I?" I turned to face him, crossing my arms. "A 4m dollar house for $2.8m? Come on, Gavin. Even you have to admit that's insane. What's the catch?"
"There's no catch," he insisted, but his voice had that defensive edge I was starting to recognize. "Jason's just... generous. He takes care of the people who matter to him."
"And you matter to him?"
"Of course I do. I'm his top performer."
I studied my husband's face, looking for any crack in his composure. "Show me the house."
"What?"
"If this is legitimate, show me the property. Let's go look at it together before we make any decisions."
Gavin shifted uncomfortably, sure, he said, we can see it on the weekend.
I have to admit I was excited at the prospect of moving into a larger house, where we could invite family and friends to stay whenever we liked.
When Saturday came, Gavin seemed nervous as we drove toward Brighton. He kept fidgeting with the radio and making small talk about work, avoiding any mention of Jason or the house details.
"You seem tense," I observed as we pulled into what had to be one of the most exclusive streets I'd ever seen. "Second thoughts?"
"No, just... I want you to love it as much as I do," he said, but wouldn't meet my eyes.
When we turned into the driveway, my jaw dropped. The house was stunning—a modern architectural masterpiece with floor-to-ceiling windows and perfectly manicured gardens. It was the kind of place I'd only seen in magazines.
"Jesus, Gav," I whispered as we got out of the car. "This is incredible."
Before Gavin could respond, the front door opened and Jason emerged, wearing tight-fitting jeans and a t-shirt that looked painted over his sculpted chest and abs. Gavin hadn’t mentioned Jason being here, so I wondered what was going on.
"Ah, you made it!" Jason's voice boomed across the front yard as he strode toward us, arms outstretched. "Tim, I was hoping you'd come along. Can't make a decision this big without both halves of the couple, right?"
I glanced at Gavin, whose expression flickered between surprise and something that looked suspiciously like guilt.
"You didn't mention Jason would be here," I muttered under my breath.
"I... wasn't sure if he'd be around," Gavin replied, his voice strained.
Jason reached us and pulled me into an unexpected hug, his muscular arms enveloping me completely. I caught that now-familiar scent—the same one that had been clinging to Gavin's clothes for weeks.
"Let me give you the grand tour," Jason said, keeping one arm draped around my shoulders as he guided us through the front door. The house was spectacular, and the kitchen and living area were next to each other.
"This is the main entertainment area," Jason said, his hand moving from my shoulder to rest on the small of my back as he guided me through the space. "Perfect for hosting, don't you think?"
The kitchen was all marble countertops and stainless-steel appliances, flowing seamlessly into a living area that could easily fit fifty people. But I was having trouble focusing on the house's features with Jason's hand burning through my shirt.
"It's beautiful," I managed, stepping slightly away from his touch. "But Jason, I have to ask—why such a generous discount? This seems too good to be true."
Jason's laugh rumbled through the space as he moved closer to Gavin, casually draping an arm over my husband's shoulders. "Tim, you worry too much. I believe in taking care of my people. Gavin's been instrumental in landing some major clients. This is just good business. Besides, Gavin needs a place where he can wine and dine potential new clients."
Come and look at the master bedroom, where you and Gavin will be sleeping. As I did, he winked at me, and I blushed.
The master bedroom was even more impressive than the rest of the house. A massive king-sized bed dominated the centre of the room, facing floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked an immaculate garden and the sparkling pool beyond. The en-suite bathroom was bigger than our entire current bedroom, with a shower that could fit four people and a freestanding tub that looked like something from a luxury hotel.
"This is..." I trailed off, momentarily forgetting my suspicions as I took in the sheer opulence.
"I know," Jason said, his voice closer to my ear than I expected. He had moved to stand directly behind me, and I could feel the bulge in his pants; he was that close, his presence overwhelming. "Imagine waking up here every morning, Tim. You deserve this."
I could feel Gavin watching us from the doorway, his expression unreadable. Something in the air had shifted, a tension that wasn't there before.
"I can see you and Gavin here showering together, along with other guests, maybe.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.
I felt my cheeks burn at Jason's suggestion. "Other guests?" I echoed, my voice coming out higher than I intended.
"Just thinking aloud," Jason replied with that predatory smile. His eyes lingered on me for a moment before shifting to Gavin. "The shower's designed for multiple people. Very... efficient that way."
I cleared my throat and moved toward the walk-in closet, needing to put some distance between us. The closet was enormous—bigger than our current spare bedroom—with built-in shelving and enough space for ten people's wardrobes.
"This is incredible," I admitted, running my hand along the polished wood. "But I still don't understand why you'd practically give away a property like this."
Jason leaned against the doorframe, blocking my exit. "Maybe I just enjoy having people I like nearby. This neighbourhood is only a few streets from my place, it would be easy for Gavin and myself to get together if we needed to discuss a client, for example, he said. He took my hand and told me you have to see the backyard and the pool. I looked at Gavin, who looked uncomfortable.
Jason led me through sliding glass doors onto a sprawling patio that opened to a backyard paradise. The heated pool sparkled in the afternoon sun, surrounded by lush landscaping and a covered outdoor kitchen area complete with a built-in barbecue and bar.
"This is where the real magic happens," Jason said, his hand still firmly gripping mine. "Summer parties, midnight swims... imagine the possibilities."
I gently extracted my hand from his and walked to the edge of the pool, trying to process everything. The house was beyond perfect—exactly what Gavin and I had dreamed of but never thought we could afford. Yet every instinct told me there was something Jason wasn't saying.
"It's stunning," I admitted, turning back to find both men watching me intently. "But I still need to understand the terms of this arrangement."
Jason's smile didn't waver as he approached, stopping uncomfortably close to me. He put his arm around my waist and leant in, he kissed my ear, and he told me to relax. All he wanted to do was make sure his Favorite employee and husband were happy. Gavin looked at me and smiled.
I could see the excitement in Gavin's eyes as he watched me take in the property. He wanted this house so badly, and honestly, so did I. But Jason's arm around my waist felt too familiar, too possessive for someone who was supposedly just being generous to an employee.
"What exactly are the terms?" I pressed, stepping out of Jason's embrace again. "Payment schedule, contract details, that sort of thing."
"Very flexible," Jason replied smoothly. "We can work out something that suits everyone's needs. Maybe Gavin and I can discuss the finer points over dinner this week."
There it was again—another excuse for them to spend time alone together. My stomach knotted as I watched Gavin nod eagerly.
"That sounds perfect," Gavin said quickly. "We could meet at that new restaurant downtown, work out all the details."
"Or my place," Jason replied.
"Actually, I'd like to be part of that conversation," I said firmly, surprising myself with my boldness. "If we're talking about our future home, both of us should be involved in the negotiations."
Jason's eyebrows rose slightly, and for a moment, something like annoyance flashed across his handsome face before his easy smile returned.
"Of course, Tim. You're absolutely right." He turned to Gavin. "Family decision. I respect that."
Gavin looked between us, clearly uncomfortable. "Yeah, um, that makes sense."
Jason clapped his hands together. "Well then, why don't we discuss it now? I've got a bottle of champagne chilling inside. We could toast to new beginnings."
Before I could respond, Jason was already heading back into the house. Gavin moved beside me, his hand finding the small of my back.
"What do you think, Tim? Isn’t this place great?” he said.
"It's amazing, Gav," I said quietly, but I could hear the uncertainty in my own voice. "But something feels off about all this. The discount, Jason's behaviour, the way he keeps touching me..."
Gavin's hand stiffened against my back. "Tim, you're reading too much into it. Jason's just a physical person. He's like that with everyone."
"Is he? Because it doesn't feel like he's 'like that' with everyone. It feels like he's marking territory."
"Jesus, Tim." Gavin ran his free hand through his hair—that nervous gesture again. "Can't you just be happy about this? We're being offered our dream house at an incredible price. Why do you have to make it complicated?"
I turned to face him fully, studying his expression. "Because nothing this good comes without strings attached. And I'm starting to think those strings involve more than just looking after his favourite employee.”
Jason suggested we enjoy our champagne in the living area and looked between Gavin and myself, I hope we are all good, he said. Gavin smiled and took a glass for me and himself, let’s toast, he said, to new beginnings. Jason smiled, sounds like an agreement has been made. I’m sure you both will be extremely happy here. I know I will be happy knowing you guys are close by.
I raised my glass but hesitated before taking a sip. "What exactly do you mean by 'close by,' Jason?"
Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement as he moved closer to us both. "Well, like I mentioned, I'm just a few streets over. We could be neighbours, really. Imagine how convenient that would be for late-night... emergencies."
The way he said "emergencies" made me feel uneasy, and my cock twitched at the same time, which only confused me more. I glanced at Gavin, who was staring into his champagne like it held the secrets of the universe.
"What kind of emergencies?" I pressed.
"Oh, you know," Jason waved his hand dismissively, but his eyes never left mine. "Work crises that need immediate attention. Sometimes these things can't wait until morning. Gavin and I might need to... collaborate at any given time, it will just make our lives easier, he said.
That makes sense, I replied. We continued to talk about the terms and when we would likely be able to move into the property, after all was discussed and 2 bottles of champagne later, I was feeling a bit light-headed. I tried to stand up to go to the toilet, but staggered a bit. I didn’t realise I was that tipsy. Jason suggested I have a little nap in the master bedroom, and he would show Gavin the outdoor area.
Gavin’s Pov
As soon as Tim had gone to the bedroom to take a nap, Jason grabbed my hand and told me I had to check out the spa. He took the cover off the Spa and turned the bubbles on. He started stripping off his clothes, I asked him if we needed bathers or shorts, he laughed and told me not in this spa, we go naked. I laughed and started to strip off as well. Jason poured us another drink, and we relaxed for a bit while sipping our champagne. He leant over and kissed me, I’m so glad you’re going to live closer now, he said.
It wasn’t long until things got heated, and Jason moved on top of me, and my hard cock was rubbing up the crack of his ass. I tried to tell Jason that Tim might come out and catch us, and we shouldn’t be doing this. Jason laughed and said, 'don't worry about Tim; he’ll be out for a while.' Anyway, he needs to learn to share. If I have my way, Tim will be begging me to fuck his ass by the end of the day, and then he will watch me own your cock, I will give him lessons on how to take your big cock and make you feel good. I looked at him, getting worried, but by this stage, I was so drunk my care factor was gone; this was our 3rd bottle, the alcohol had gone to my head.
Jason was kissing me and I couldn’t help but respond, I was sucking on his tongue fuck he was hot, he was moving up and down rubbing my cock up and down his crack, I was getting hot, it wasn’t long before he grabbed my cock and put it against the opening of his hole, he slowly moved back on it, I couldn’t help but moan, I was in heaven, I’m not sure why Jason’s ass felt so good, Tim was ok when I was fucking him but Jason was next level hot.
Jason had a way of gripping my cock with his ass that caused more friction. Tim was good, but was never comfortable taking my whole 10 inches; it was like it was something he had to try to do to make me happy, for some reason, Jason could take me as deep as I could go. Jason was getting vocal now, yeah fuck me, Gavin, give me your cock, it belongs in my ass, Tim needs to fucking learn to take your cock better, he teased. I was getting close and started kissing Jason passionately, running my hands over his back and ass. He was moaning, fuck yeah, give me that load, a few more thrusts, and I let go, fuck, I shot deep in Jason’s hole. We just moved to get another drink, and Jason had his arm over my shoulder when Tim approached.
Tim, babe, you’re awake. How are you feeling? I asked, I was a bit worried he had caught us fucking, but he didn’t look angry. I’m feeling good now, he replied. I told him, you have to get in this Spa, it’s sooooo relaxing. He looked at Jason and me and laughed. You both look very relaxed and drunk, he said.
Jason told Tim to jump in the spa with us; it will relieve some of his stress. Tim said he didn’t have any bathers or shorts to wear. Jason then stood up completely naked, and Tim was just staring at his body. It was like he was frozen, and then he was blushing again but kept staring. Jason smirked at him and told him not to worry about bathers; this was a clothing-free zone.
Come on, Tim, I encouraged, you deserve some relaxation time, and this water is beautiful. He said, why not? I do deserve some relaxation time. Tim slowly slipped out of his t-shirt and pants, Jason and I both started to wolf whistle, chanting, take it off, take it off… he hooked his thumbs under the top of his underwear and slipped them off, completely naked, his ass on show for Jason and myself.
Jason was looking at Tim with hungry eyes, wow, you’re beautiful he said. Tim blushed again. I told him he looked great. I could see his cock starting to rise, and soon he was hard as a rock. Jason didn’t waste any time and hugged Tim. It was hot watching my two guys naked together, their cocks rubbing. Tim looked at me worried, I just smiled and winked at him, so he just let himself go and hugged Jason back. Jason positioned himself in the middle of us with Tim on his right, and I was to Jason’s left.
Jason poured some more drinks, and soon we were all just relaxing and having a good time. The alcohol was doing its trick, and Tim was loosening up. Jason told Tim to come over and sit between his legs so he could give him a massage to help him relax more. I was worried Tim was going to get pissed off with Jason getting all touchy, but he seemed to melt into the massage.
Soon Tim was moaning, he was really getting into the massage, I felt a tinge of jealousy watching Jason feeling and touching up my husband, knowing Jason’s cock was close to my husband’s ass, Jason was now moving has hands up and down Tim’s front, Tim was leaning back into Jason, loving it, Jason grabbed my hand and put it on Tim’s cock, Tim looked up a bit surprised but didn’t say anything, I was rubbing Tim’s legs with my other hand while Jason was massaging Tim’s front, at some stage Jason replaced my hand with his own, he was now wanking my husband. Tim didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he did but didn’t care.
Jason was moaning in Tim’s ear, fuck, you are so hot, Tim, your body is so soft and beautiful, he started kissing Tim’s neck, let yourself go, let’s have some fun. I could see Tim was conflicted; he wanted to let go and have fun with Jason and me, but something was stopping him.
To be continued….
Chapter 5 Coming soon....
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