I woke up as the sun was beginning to rise the next morning. Clint was still sleeping peacefully, and I laid there watching him sleep for a few moments, remembering his words from the night before. I wasn’t sure what the future looked like for two married men who were enjoying a torrid affair with one another. Still, it felt really nice to wake up safely snuggled in Clint’s massive arms.
Both Clint and I had some “honey-do” projects to get done before our families got back home, so I finally slipped out of his embrace and out of the bed. I gathered my clothes, slipped them on and headed out to make the “walk of shame” across the yard and back to my place. Clint was still asleep when I left.
I busied myself with the list of projects, which I actually got done quite quickly. My phone rang about an hour after I left Clint’s place, and I saw his name on the caller ID. I answered it with, “Good morning, stud!” I could hear a sense of relief in his voice as he said, “Oh, thank God! I was afraid you left because you were freaking out about what I said!”
“No,” I replied, “I just woke up and wanted to get a jump start on the projects Trish left for me to do.”
“That’s smart,” he said. “I probably need to get busy myself.”
“I do want to talk further about last night,” I said hesitatingly. “I meant it last night when I said I love you too. I just don’t know what that means for us yet, and I want to know what it means from your perspective and what you want from me moving forward.”
“Let’s get our stuff done and then we can chat,” was his reply.
“Sounds like a plan!” I answered.
We finished the call and I continued my steady progress through my chores.
About 11:30 that morning the doorbell rang. I opened it to find a smiling Clint, standing on my front steps in a tank top and shorts, looking hot as fuck. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. My heart actually skipped a beat, knowing he was expressing his affection for me. He was putting in effort to woo me. I opened the door wider as he stepped in. He once again pressed me against the door, kissing me passionately as I closed it. Pulling back after an intense kiss, he said, “I got these for you,” holding up the flowers.
“How the hell am I going to explain to Trish why you got me flowers?” I asked.
“Tell her you got them as a coming home present for her!” he said. I felt stupid that I hadn’t thought of that, but in my defense, his tongue had just been down my throat!
I took them from his hand, and walked to the kitchen to put them in water, Clint following me. As I stood at the sink, filling the vase with water, I felt Clint step up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I had done to my wife so many times. His lips pressed against my neck and nibbled on my ears as he growled, “You look so sexy!” My head leaned back against his shoulder as once again he was turning me to putty.
I turned the water off as Clint reached down and slid my shorts off. He pressed on my back to lean me over the counter as I heard the sound of his shorts hitting the floor and his spit lubing his cock. Almost immediately I felt the wet head of his cock press against and into my hole, sliding in all the way in one push. “Ahhh!” I groaned as his cock once again was docked in my hole.
“There’s the pussy I love!” Clint said behind me, already beginning a steady rhythm of pounding my hole. He fucked me just like that, calling me his bitch as he took my ass right there in my own kitchen, the flowers he gave me in the water-filled vase sitting on the counter as evidence that it didn’t take much effort for him to get me to submit. We stayed in that position, him standing behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me while simultaneously pulling me back against him. As much sex as we’d had this weekend, we were pros now at fucking, and soon I felt the familiar rise of my own orgasm as his thrusts increased, letting me know he was close too. We came together, standing at my kitchen sink, basking in the joy of sex with someone we loved.
We uncoupled and moved to the living room to talk, still naked. We agreed that neither of us wanted to uproot our lives, but we didn’t want to let go of our relationship with one another either. Before long, his girthy cock was coming to life again. This time it was me that initiated as I climbed over onto his lap, impaling myself on his cock. I wanted him to know that I was giving myself to him; it was not just him taking what he wanted from me. We kissed passionately as I slowly bounced on his lap, just enjoying our last few hours together before the families arrived home.
About 2:00 pm, my phone rang once again. This time it was Trish, letting me know that she and the kids decided to leave a little bit earlier than they originally planned, and were headed back. They would be home in about 2 hours. Clint headed back to his house, since Sonia had also let him know that she and their kids were on their way back as well. Our Labor Day weekend together was coming to an end.
When Trish and the kids got home, I helped them unload the car and get settled back into the house. I kissed her when they arrived, and though she kissed me back, she seemed a little bit reserved for a woman who hadn’t seen her husband in three days. In fact, she seemed a little tense all afternoon. Once everyone was settled in, we put on a movie for the kids, and after looking at at text message on her phone, she said, “I need to talk with you. In fact, Sonia and I need to talk with you and Clint. They should be on their way over any minute.”
My heart jumped in my throat! She knew! She had to know about what we had been doing. Why else would she and Sonia want to talk with me and Clint. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I ran through all of the scenarios about how she might have discovered our secret trysts. Maybe our neighbors had cameras where Sonia could see Clint fucking me, but I wasn’t aware of any. I couldn’t figure it out, but I steeled myself to face the fury, while still attempting to act like nothing was wrong.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Trish opened it to Sonia and Clint. The look on Clint’s face was unreadable. I guess he was also trying to remain stoic just in case this conversation wasn’t about what he and I had been doing. We all went into our living room, and sat down. Sonia and Trish took the couch, and Clint and I were in the chairs facing them. It was not lost on me that just a few hours before, Clint had been seated on the very same couch where our wives were now seated, and I had been firmly planted in his lap. The ladies looked at each other for a moment, before turning toward us. Sonia was the first to speak.
“We need to talk to you both about something,” she began. I know I was sweating, dreading the inevitable revelation of their knowledge of our infidelity. Instead, she continued: “Several months ago, quite unexpectedly, Trish and I started…” She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
“We started fooling around.” Trish finished her thought. They both looked at us for a reaction, but I couldn’t react yet. I couldn’t decide between extreme relief that this wasn’t about Clint and I, or anger that my wife was cheating (I realize the irony since I was cheating too, but it all happened so fast!), or confusion. I glanced over at Clint, but he was as steel-faced as I was.
“So,” Trish finally continued, “we created a situation this past weekend where we could have some uninterrupted time together to see if we wanted to continue.”
Sonia picked up the story: “We each dropped our kids off at our parents’ houses and then we met up and stayed at a bed and breakfast, just the two of us, to explore these desires.”
“So you’re saying you two have been having sex?” I asked, knowing the answer but playing the part of dumb husband.
“Yes,” Trish said, “and we don’t want to stop.”
“We also don’t want to keep it a secret from you guys anymore,” Sonia added.
“So are you coming to us to say you are divorcing us for each other?” Clint finally spoke up, sounding a bit hurt.
“No!” Sonia replied quickly and resolutely. “I don’t want to divorce you, and Trish doesn’t want to divorce John. We want our kids to grow up in their families, and we both love you guys and the families we have built together. We don’t want that to change! We just found out that we happened to like sex with each other too!” At this point, Sonia looked over at Trish, reached over and ran her hand through my wife’s hair, and pulled her into a kiss. They weren’t joking. They really were sleeping together.
Still trying to process this new information, I asked: “So are you lesbians now?”
“Bi would be a better description,” Trish answered as she turned from making out with Clint’s wife. “I love having sex with you, and I don’t want that to stop. I just want to be able to experience another side of myself with Sonia as well.”
I looked over at Clint, who was now looking at me with a smirk on his face. Almost simultaneously, we both burst out laughing.
“That’s not the reaction I was expecting!” Sonia said, irked at our laughter. “This is not a joke. We are very serious!”
“We aren’t laughing at you!” Clint answered.
“Then why are you laughing?” asked Trish, looking at me.
Clint and I looked at each other again for a moment, and he raised his eyebrows, his facial expression asking me if I was okay with him spilling our secret. I nodded a small nod, waiting to hear him utter aloud to our wives what we had been doing behind their backs.
“Well,” Clint began, “you couldn’t have picked better husbands than us for this situation!”
“Why is that?” asked Sonia, clearly confused by our reactions.
“Because,” he answered, “John and I have recently begun playing around ourselves…” He trailed off, waiting for their response.
“No, you have not!” said Sonia. “That’s not funny! Don’t make stuff up just to try to make us feel better.”
“I’m not joking!” Clint said quickly. “And we can prove it.” Clint stood up from his chair, took two steps to stand in front of my chair, grabbed my arm and pulled me up and into his arms. Before I knew it he was devouring my mouth, taking me in a passionate kiss that clearly had some history behind it.
“Oh my God!” I heard the ladies exclaim from behind Clint’s back. We broke off the kiss and then both sat back down, the four of us staring at each other in silence for a moment before we all four began laughing hysterically.
When we finally calmed down, Trish asked the first question that began our conversation figuring out what to do next. She wanted to know if I was gay.
“Bi would be a better description,” I echoed her response from earlier. “I still love you and want you.”
They wanted to know how long we had been playing, and we asked the same of them. Sonia knew about Clint’s college buddy, but Trish wanted to know how long I had been attracted to men. I told her I’d never thought about it until that day at the pool. Both of the ladies admitted that they had fleeting thoughts of same-sex attraction since college, but had never acted on it until now. It was actually a very healthy conversation, and oddly enough, I felt closer to my wife than ever before, because we could be truthful to each other in every way.
Trish finally uttered the question that had been burning in all of our minds. “So, what happens next?” she asked.
“What was your plan going to be when you decided to tell us about this?” Clint wisely asked.
“Well,” Sonia began, “we just wanted to get your blessing to go away from time to time, just the two of us.”
“I have an idea,” I started. “Maybe we could just swap sometimes. After the kids go to bed, Sonia you could come over here and spend the night with Trish, and I’ll go to Clint’s.”
“Yes!” Sonia and Trish said together, quite eagerly, actually.
We all decided to make that the plan, and then Clint and Sonia went home. Trish and I looked at each other, and I asked, “Are you sure you’re good with this?”
“Most definitely!” she said. She stepped up to me then, planting a kiss on my lips and pressing her body against me. “Tonight, though, you’re all mine!”
That night, we had the best sex we’d ever had as a married couple. It was passionate and fiery, athletic and animalistic. At one point, I was afraid we were going to wake up the kids! After we’d both cum, Trish wanted to cuddle and talk. Her first question was: “So do you and Clint fuck each other, or is one the top?”
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Well, just looking at the two of you together, I assume he’s the top,” she answered.
“You’d assume correctly,” I admitted. She giggled as she asked, “Does his dick match the rest of him? How big is he?”
“He’s pretty big,” I answered. She wanted to know about how it started, and what it was like. I told her the story, from the beginning. I couldn’t believe I was talking about getting fucked by our neighbor with my wife just after she and I had sex. Life had definitely taken a strange turn!
As it worked out, our lives didn’t change that much. We all still lived in the same houses, as neighbors. Our kids were still growing up together, Clint and Sonia still hosted neighborhood parties, and we were all still good friends. But 2 or 3 times per week, you could see me walking across the yard to my neighbor’s house after dark, passing his wife as she walked to mine. And on those nights, I knew that I was getting my bull neighbor’s cock pounded relentlessly into my hole. My favorite nights were the times when Clint would walk Sonia over to our house. “Have fun, ladies!” he would always say, then turn, grab me up and sling me over his shoulder, carrying me back to his bed to fuck the shit out of me!
On rare occasions, Clint and I would invite Jason to come back over and relive that Labor Day weekend we spent together. We also found we could have a lot of fun when we traveled to conferences together for work, but that’s a different story! I don’t know what the four of us will decide about our relationships once the kids are grown. But for now, I get to fuck my wife and get fucked by my best friend, and I don’t have any secrets from either of them. What a perfect life!
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