Once a Cheater

(Geoffrey): When I got home after having my world turned upside down, I found that my husband, Zach, had baked me cookies.  

“Chocolate chip,” he said, with a smile. “Your favorite.” I had the desire to upend the plate in his hand, because I knew he was compensating for the guilt in his heart. I didn’t know who Zach was cheating on me with, but Bobby had shown me, definitively, that my loving husband, who I’d always known as a total top, not only took cock up his ass but took it raw, and begged for cum.  

I wanted to say: Zach, your best friend Bobby is mine now. But I looked at our beautiful house; at our seven adorable dogs that swirled around my feet. I thought of the pool we were building in the back, the new granite counter tops that were being delivered next Wednesday, and I knew what Bobby had said was right: I couldn’t be rash. I had wait until the time was right, when I could take Zach for all he had, then run off with Bobby and be happy forever.  

“How was your meeting?” Zach said, his eyes the picture of innocence. If I hadn’t just seen those eyes filled with lust as he pleaded “Plow me with that fat raw cock,” I might have been fooled.

“It was...illuminating,” I said, remembering that I’d lied and told him I was having a business dinner when I’d gone to meet with Bobby. “You know: in terms of business. I learned a lot about one of my colleagues.”  

“Great,” Zach said. “I thought, maybe, I could take a shower...” he said, with that look in his eyes. “And you could, too...”  

That had always been our code for “let’s make love,” and as aghast as I was at his audacity, I reminded myself that he’d been carrying on this charade for some time. I swallowed my disgust for him along with the bite of cookie I’d just taken, then forced a flirty smile. 

“Sure, hon,” I said. “Sounds fun.”

Zach smiled and walked upstairs. He wore a pair of tight, thin shorts and I noticed the size and shape of his butt as he walked away. Of course I knew that my husband had a great ass, but now I was noticing it differently – specifically, how it had looked stuffed with nine inches of hard, raw cock. In my mind, tables began to turn, which made my dick swell.

I grabbed a shower in the downstairs bathroom as Zach showered upstairs. I put on the underwear I knew he liked and brought out the poppers we’d bought several months ago (but had never used) in an effort to spice things up in the bedroom.

Zach emerged from the bathroom in all his thick muscle and wet, dark fur. His eyes widened when he saw me.

“Wow, Geoffrey,” he said, approaching where I stood. “Is there something different about you? Did you get a haircut?”

“No, Zach. Nothing’s different at all. I don’t even know what you mean,” I said.  

“You just look so good," Zach said, taking me in his arms and pressing his wet, naked body to mine. “Mm,” he moaned into my ear, then flicked his tongue inside. I swooned, despite myself. “Have you been doing something different at the gym?”

“Just eating differently, I guess,” I said. “It gets boring, you know, eating the same things over and over. You know what I mean?”

“I think so...” Zach said. His cock was totally hard. Mine was, too. He stared me up and down, hungrily. How long had it been since he’d looked at me like that? He kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue into my open mouth and at the same time gripping my firm ass in his hands...the ass that still had his best friend’s load dripping out of it. “I want to fuck you,” he said.

“Sure, hon,” I said. “But lie back first, I want to suck my husband’s beautiful cock.” Zach gave a sexy grin as he laid back on our bed. Three of our dogs jumped up with him but I shooed them off and outside the bedroom door, which I shut. There was my husband, laid out like a buffet, in all his glory; thick prick throbbing. I got between his legs and teasingly licked up his thighs, around his heavy nuts, up his firm, hairy stomach.  

“Wow, Geoffrey. You’ve never sucked me like this before. It’s almost like you’re not yourself...” Zach said.

“Who else would I be?” I said, giving his shaft quick licks with my tongue. “We’re married, right? We belong to each other.” I took his balls in my mouth and rolled them around on my tongue before sliding my tongue underneath them.  

“You got that right, hon,” Zach said. “Damn what a good blow...oh,” he said as I licked lower. “Geoffrey, wait,” he said, sounding apprehensive because my tongue was approaching his asshole. “Oh, babe, what are you...” he only had time to say before I found his slick hole and pressed my tongue inside it.  

“Oh fuck! Holy fuck!” he said in a tone I’d never really heard until earlier today, coming from that video on Bobby’s phone. I pressed my tongue into him deeper, making him moan louder, and rimming my husband for the very first time. He’d always discouraged me from doing it, but now that I knew what he really liked I was determined to get some for myself.  

I raised my husband’s legs in the air. He held his breath as I examined his pink hole, ringed in dark hair. I sunk my face in it again and he let out a guttural groan. “Damn, babe. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” Zach said. He sure didn’t know, but I knew what had gotten into him, and now I intended to get in there, too, for the first time.

“Flip over,” I said.  

“Okay but just to rim me though, right?” he said.

“Of course, hon,” I said. “I just want to be able to eat you deeper.”

“Like that?” he said once he’d gotten on all fours. He looked at me with some trepidation over his beefy shoulder, his muscular back splayed and arched to display his magnificent ass.  

“Just like that, hon,” I said, and cupped his ass in my palm. Then, I casually dragged my thumb across his hole. Zach shuddered.  

“Damn, babe,” Zach started to say. “You’ve never...” and I shut him up by burying my face and tongue into his ass again. “Fuck! ...did this before.”

“Just trying something different,” I said, reaching down to stroke his hard cock. “Seems like you’re enjoying it.”  

“Yeah, yeah. I mean, I didn’t think I would, but it feels really good,” he said.  

Lies, I thought, and pressed my thumb to his hole again. He moaned but jerked forward.  

“Careful,” he said. I ignored it and tongued him deeper. I started alternating my tongue with quick passes of my thumb against his hole, or the tip of my finger. Each time I did it he would seize up, but I kept at it until, finally, I sank the tip of my fingertip inside of him. He immediately jumped up.

“Hey! Babe!” he said.

“What?” I said innocently.

“I...uh, it’s just...I’m not used to that. Here, let me eat you out,” he said, and tossed me on my back. 

“Sure, babe,” I said, losing my breath a little as Zach He ripped off my underwear and threw my legs in the air. He dug his tongue into my smooth hole. I thought of Bobby’s load, still in me. To know that my husband was eating his best friend’s cum out of my ass got me really hard. Zach seemed oblivious, but he was loving it, too, licking me deep and moaning.

I didn’t want to lose sight of my goal, though. “Let me suck you while you eat my ass,” I said. Zach groaned appreciatively – it was always his favorite thing. We switched places and I got on top, sitting my recently-used ass on his face as I took his cock in my mouth again. I sucked him as he ate my ass, but soon I shifted downward so I could lick lower, then lower, until again my tongue was again in his asshole. We ate each other’s asses at the same time and Zach was loving it, moaning into my asshole which made me moan into his. I thought of what a bitch I was making him into, unknowingly eating his best friend’s load out of my ass while I shoved my tongue into his.  

I got off of him and grabbed the bottle of poppers off the nightstand.

“Want to try them?” I said.

“Sure, babe,” he said. “I never really did these before.”

“Me neither,” I said, which was a lie. I’d been a real slut in college and had done pretty much everything. I thought I’d put those days behind me when I’d gotten married but as it turns out, I still had the soul of a slut in me, I’d just needed a chance to let it loose.

I took a huff from the bottle and handed it to my husband. As he uncapped it I lifted his legs and again buried my tongue in his ass.  

Zach sniffed the poppers. I reared up and placed my cock next to his hole, riding it along his crack. “Fuck, babe,” he said as he put the cap back on. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, babe. I’m just feeling it against my cock. My husband’s got such a hot ass...”

“Well, as long as you don’t put it inside,” he said.

“I know, babe,” I said, and pushed the tip of it against him – just enough so that he could really feel it. “I just want to tease it a little. Is that okay?” I could see the poppers going to his head. His whole upper body got red and flushed.  

“Oh fuck...holy shit...babe,” he said.

“Just relax,” I said, and pushed it in a little more. The tip popped inside. “It feels good, right?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never really done this before.”

Fuckin liar, I thought, and slid more of my cock into him, feeling his tight hole give way and engulf my shaft.  

“Just imagine I’m someone else,” I said. “Take another hit of those poppers.”

“What do you mean?” he said, reaching for the little bottle.

“You know...get into a fantasy,” I said as he took another hit. “Like what if I was someone you’ve fantasized about before...what if I was Bobby?”

“Bobby?!” he said. 

“Yeah, Bobby, your best friend. I know he’s straight, but haven’t you ever wondered what it would feel like to get fucked by him?” I said, pushing the last few inches of my cock into my husband’s ass until my nuts were pushed up against him. We both groaned.  Now I was fully inside my husband for the first time, just like Bobby had been in me several hours before.

“Taking that big, straight-guy cock in your ass...” I said as I began to thrust into him. “Maybe one night after you’ve had too much to drink...”

“Fuck, Geoffrey,” Zach said. He was hitting the poppers freely now, and using his other hand to stroke his cock. “Fuck me.”

“Say that again, hon.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me!” he said.

“That’s right,”I said, rocking my hips back and them slamming my prong into him. “Show me what a little bottom bitch you can be.”

“You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Yeah, cum with that raw cock in you. Take it you fucker...” I became like an animal, pounding my husband relentlessly, faster and harder. He was groaning like an animal, too, grabbing the bed for dear life while his hand worked overtime on his cock. Finally he let it go and I watched as his cock shot with no hands, all over his hard stomach – maybe the biggest load I’d ever seen him shoot.

“I’m gonna breed you, take my load goddammit, you’ve held out on me long enough – say you’re my bitch!” I growled.

“I’m your bitch, Geoffrey. Fucking use me and abuse me,” Zach said as he continued to shoot his load. I bottomed out in him and shot pulse after pulse of thick cream, filling my husband the way my ass had just been filled by his best friend.  

It was, no doubt, the best sex we’d ever had, but there was an uneasy silence that descended as we settled in next to one another on our marriage bed, still panting and sweating. Did he know that I knew? Did he suspect that I’d done anything?

Even though I still planned to leave him, I figured I could get as much out of Zach as I could while we were still together. It was my right as his husband – to hold, and to have. 

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