Once a Cheater

If I thought about what I’d done with Bobby – and I did occasionally, even as Geoffrey and I settled into domestic bliss – I quickly put it out of my mind. I’d messed up, but I was ready to move on, and for that reason I decided Geoffrey didn’t need to know.

And then, a few months shy of my one-year anniversary, I got a text from Bobby.

“Bro, I’m moving back to the city,” he said. “We gotta get together.” We'd communicated sporadically since the wedding, and I knew from his social media that he had a fiance. I figured it was safe to meet him for dinner and brought Geoffrey along, just in case.

It was good, at first. Bobby seemed happy to see both of us. But I did find out that he and his fiance broke up.

“That’s one reason I moved back. I’m single and on the prowl,” he said, giving me eyes that made my heart race. But Bobby and I had been friends for so long that I didn't think I had anything to worry about, past indiscretion notwithstanding. We ate our meals and then I went to the bathroom. I was at the urinal when I heard someone come in. Then, I felt a hand on my ass.

“You gonna give me that again now that we’re in the same city, bro?” Bobby said in my ear.

“Bobby!” I said, trying to shake him off as I tucked my cock back into my pants.

“Ah don’t put that away,” Bobby said, and grabbed my cock. I gasped. “Mm, just as big as I remember it. You put this in my ass; remember, buddy?” he said, grasping my ass tighter.

“Quit it,” I said, and jerked away. But my dick was starting to rise. Bobby noticed it and laughed.

“You say one thing and that says another,” he said, nodding to my dick. “You know, one of the reasons I moved to this city so was that I could get another chance to fuck you,” he said. “I think about it all the time. Even with my fiance, I thought about it.”

With that, he released my ass and my cock and stepped back. “So, are we?” he said, going over to the sink to wash his hands.

“Of course not,” I said, catching my breath as I tucked my hard cock back in my shorts. “That was a mistake,” I said.

Bobby sniffed. He looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair. "C'mon man,” Bobby said to me in the mirror. “I know you want another crack at me. Geoffrey doesn't have to know, so do what you have to do.”

“There’s nothing *to* do, Bobby,” I said, self-righteously. He turned and looked at me, then walked back over and grabbed my neck. He slid his other hand down the back of my shorts beneath my underwear. I froze. Bobby found my hole and pressed his fingers into it. The tips of them slipped inside me. I gasped.

“This is mine,” he said in my ear. “It’s been mine since college. You've always wanted me. Geoffrey’s a piss ant and I know he has a small dick. You want me. Don’t fight it,” he said, and withdrew his hand. He stepped back and smelled his fingers. “Mm,” he said. Then he opened the bathroom door. “Watch what I do when I get back to the table,” he said before he left.

I shakily got myself together in the mirror and waited for my cock to go down before I walked out. Bobby and Geoffrey sat across from one another, laughing. Our desserts had arrived.

“Oh man this whipped cream is amazing. You gotta try it, Geoffrey,” Bobby said flirtatiously.

“Sure,” Geoffrey said, making room for me as I sat next to him. Bobby dipped his fingers into the mound of whipped cream on top of his brownie and held them to Geoffrey's face. “Off your fingers?” Geoffrey said, his mouth a wide-open smile.

“Sure, bro – we’re all close friends here,” Bobby said, glancing at me and winking. Geoffrey smiled his nauseatingly huge, turned-on smile and leaned over the table to lick the whipped cream off of Bobby’s fingers. But as soon as Geoffrey's mouth got close Bobby shoved his fingers between my husband's lips so that Geoffrey was forced to suck on the fingers that had just been inside my asshole. Bobby looked at me the whole time.

***

“You weren’t, like, ever attracted to Bobby. Were you?” Geoffrey said as he drove us home. I made myself look at Geoffrey’s questioning eyes. Had he tasted my ass on Bobby’s fingers? Did some part of him know?

“Of course not, babe,” I said. “Bobby’s straight as they come. I mean, I wouldn’t say he’s an unattractive guy...” I said.

“Definitely not,” Geoffrey said, smiling.

“But he’s my oldest friend. Our friendship has never been like that,” I said. Geoffrey took a deep breath and smiled confidently as he navigated the road to our house.

I fucked my husband in our bed that night and Bobby didn’t leave my mind once. I thought about Bobby's round butt, sliding down my cock. And then, of course, me bending over for him...submitting to his power...giving myself up for my hot, straight bro...his raw cock...his loads...

“Oh fuck I’m cumming,” I said, holding Geoffrey’s ankles tightly into the air.

“Open your eyes, I wanna see you,” Geoffrey whined, and as I lost my load in him I made myself stare into the loving, familiar eyes of my husband. Then I rolled over and went to sleep.

Bobby texted me the next morning.

“Come see my place tonight,” he said. I knew what that meant, but I told myself I would go to tell him that I had no interest in compromising my marriage. I didn’t want to explain it to Geoffrey so I lied and told him I had to work late. Then I took my time at the gym and had a nice, cold shower.

Bobby had moved into one of those new lofts downtown in a repurposed shoe factory. I took the elevator up to his floor and knocked on his door.

“Welcome,” he said. He wore a tank top that showed off the golden muscles in his arms and thin workout pants. He handed me a glass of wine and we sat at his kitchen counter.

“Listen, Bobby, what you did at dinner wasn’t right..” I started, but Bobby held up his hand.

“Why are you here?” he said.

“Well...to see you, and to tell you that it would be wrong for us to get together,” I said.

Bobby shrugged. “That’s what made it so fun,” he said, and he stood up. I could see his cock in his loose-fitting pants. He turned around and dropped them, revealing his hairy muscle ass. “Tell me you don’t want this again,” he said, and turned around. “Tell me you don’t want *this* again,” he said, hoisting his giant cock in his hand. It was starting to grow.

I stared at Bobby. Hadn’t I known this was going to happen? That I would cheat on Geoffrey again with Bobby in a heartbeat? I grabbed the glass of wine and downed it.

“That’s it, buddy. Give into it,” Bobby said, stroking his dick. I stood from the stool and we walked toward one another. My cock was tenting out the front of my gym shorts. “Nobody has to know but us,” Bobby said, moving toward me. We came together, opening our mouths and sliding our tongues around one another. I took Bobby’s hard butt in my hands and he moaned into my mouth and fell into me, his hard chest muscles pressing into mine.

“Fuck yeah,” Bobby said, coming apart from me and ruffling my hair. “Let’s get naked and fuck.”

“Okay, but Bobby, we have to wear a condom this time,” I said. “I can’t risk taking anything back to Geoffrey.”

“Don’t worry man, I’ve got some. Lube, too,” Bobby said, holding out his hand. I took it and he led me down the hall.

We stripped in Bobby’s dim, minimalist bedroom. Then, when we were both completely naked and hard, we came together and kissed passionately. I wound up on the bed with Bobby on top of me. He lifted my legs and pressed his tongue right into my hole. I moaned. He flipped around and sat on my face, still holding my legs up so that he could lick my ass while I licked his. We were eating each other out voraciously and moaning. When he went for my cock I went for his, somehow managing to stuff the whole thing down my throat while he did the same. We held them there, throats constricting, cocks pulsing, both of us buried deep into one another.

Bobby spun around and straddled my lap, putting my bare cock head right on his hole.

“No, Bobby,” I said.

“Relax, man, I just want to feel it against me," Bobby said, kissing the head of my cock with his hole. “Damn man, I forgot how horny this makes me. Fuck...” he said, and pressed down a little too hard, enough that I started to go inside.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “Be careful.”

“I am, man,” Bobby said, and rose off me. His cock bobbed as he walked to his dresser and came back with a condom and lube. “See?” he said.

“Cool,” I said. He smiled at me as he lubed up my dick. Then he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down my prick. “There we go,” he said, and climbed back on. “All ready for it to go...oh fuck,” he said, as he started to take it inside himself. “...inside me,” he finished, sitting down on it fully.

“Fuck, Bobby,” I said. “That feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah it does, bro,” Bobby said. He rose up and sat back down on it again. We both groaned. “This is the stuff man. You’re gonna fuck me next, you know.”

“Fuck yeah I am. Goddamn Bobby you turn me on so much,” I said.

“More than who,” he said.

“W-what do you mean?” I said.

“More than who?” he said again.

“More than my husband,” I said, reeling with lust and shame.

“That’s right. More than Geoffrey. Your husband.”

“It’s so much better with you,” I said, holding on to his hips and starting to pound it into him.

“That’s right, man, get into it,” he said. “It’s better. Cause you get this,” he said, holding up his hard cock.

“Oh fuck I want that in me,” I said.

“That’s right man. We do with each other what you won’t do with your husband,” he said.

“Oh fuck,” I said, and shoved it in him harder. “That’s right.”

“And why is that?” Bobby said.

“I-I don’t know, man...” I said. Bobby stared into my eyes. He rose up off my dick. Still staring me in the eyes, he took hold of the base of the condom and proceeded to roll it off. “Fuck, man...what are you doing?” I said, as he straddled me again.

“I just want to feel it once,” he said. “I don’t want us to have any barriers between us.”

“Okay, just once,” I said.

“That’s right,” Bobby said, and we both groaned as he sat down fully on my raw dick. “Just once,” he said, feeling up his stomach and chest. I felt his hole pulse around my dick. My dick pulsed back. “There we go. Nothing between us. No barriers. No condoms. No Geoffrey. Just me and you. The way it always should have been.”

“The way it always should be,” I said. Bobby stared at me and nodded.

“That’s right,” he said. He tweaked the head of his hard dick. “Now it’s your turn,” he said, and got off me. He rolled onto the bed and held his dick up. “Grab some of that lube,” he said. I sat up and took hold of the lube. “Get me all lubed up,” Bobby said. I massaged the slick liquid onto his towering prick.

“We should use a condom,” I said, looking in his eyes.

“C’mon man,” Bobby said. “Sit on it raw. Just once. It’s hard and ready. Then we’ll put on the condom. We don’t have to fuck or anything,” he said, and as he spoke I followed his words and straddled him, pressing his cock against my hole which hadn’t been fucked since my wedding night.

“Fuck it’s so big,” I said.

“You’ve taken it before,” Bobby said. “There ya go,” he said when the tip popped in. “That’s it. Now just slide that big boy all the way in yourself...”

“Oh goddamn,” I said, feeling Bobby’s massive prick invade my guts. “Holy Christ it’s big.”

“Yeah it is,” Bobby said. “Go ahead, sit down all the way...there you go. My raw dick is in you, bro,” he said.

“Yeah it is,” I said, staring him in the eyes.

“And why is that?” he said.

“Because we turn each other on,” I said.

“C’mon. It’s more than that,” Bobby said.

“I’ve never had better sex than I’ve had with you,” I said.

“That’s more like it,” Bobby said. “I feel the same way,” he said, and started to move his hips.

“Fuck, Bobby, you’re fucking me,” I said.

“I am,” he said, eyes never leaving my face. “I’m fucking you raw. And I’m gonna cum in you. And you in me. And you’re not gonna tell your husband,” he said.

“Oh fuck,” I said, focused on the feel of his big dick which was unbelievably sliding in and out of me. “I’m not gonna tell him.”

“No you’re not. And we’re gonna keep doing this, again and again. Because I moved here for you. And you want me, right?”

“I want you,” I said. The feeling in my ass and dick intensified. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum," I thought.

“I want you, too, bro. You’re gonna find a way to be with me any chance you get. You’re gonna cum in me and I’m gonna cum in you behind your husband’s back, and it’s just gonna get deeper, and more intense, until the two of us are ready to tell Geoffrey the truth – that I mean more to you than he ever will. That you’re mine and I’m yours,” he said.

“Oh fuck Bobby. I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby,” Bobby said, “You’re mine. All mine.” I felt my cock pulse and without me touching it, I started to cum. My cock waved around like a loose water hose, spraying our bodies with jizz. At the same time I felt Bobby’s cock start to pulse in me. He held my hips hard, staring at me as his cock shot in me again and again.

“Oh fuck, Bobby. What are you doing to me? What are we doing?” I said, cum flying all over us. Bobby pounded his dick into me again and again.

“You know what we're doing, baby,” he said, and even though he was cumming his voice was steady and clear. “We’re having an affair.”

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