“Hey honey,” I called out as I heard the front door close. It was Friday evening, and Sean was just getting home from work. Normally I’d be getting home about the same time, but lately work had been letting us out early at the end of the week, and I'd taken the extra time to make a nice dinner.
“Hey,” he said as he paused at the doorway to the kitchen, setting his bag down. He looked good in his work dress, a light blue button down and black slacks. He didn’t have to wear a tie, but his clothing was always form fitting. We weren’t gym rats, but being in our early 40s, we took care of ourselves. “Dinner’s almost ready,” I said with a smile. “Whats the occasion?” he asked, taking in the kitchen. “Oh nothing really, just wanted to make something nice.” I stepped back to the stove, putting a bit more attention to one of the pots. “Why don’t you go change, and we should be about ready to eat.”
“Sure babe,” he said, still smiling. He crossed the kitchen and embraced me from behind, kissing the back of my neck. I was a bit taller than him, but it was always nice to feel his arms around me, and he pressed himself into my back. He held me for a minute, then disappeared up the stairs.
He returned a few minutes later, just as I was plating everything and setting them down on the table. He was wearing a navy blue tank top, one that showed off his arms and shoulders, and a pair of grey sweats, that also showed off the right assets on him. This was the most we wore around the house, often just in gym shorts and no shirt, or even just underwear, but I guess he wanted to match my post work outfit, as I was wearing something pretty similar.
We sat to eat, with not much conversation between us. Sean had seemed a little off lately, but I was waiting for him to talk to me about it. I would probably ask sooner than later if he didn’t though, but for as long as we’d been together - 21 years - I knew him well, and part of that was when to let him come to me or when I should approach him.
As we finished dinner, I found out I was right, and I wouldn't have to wait long at all. But I also wouldn’t have guessed what came next in a million years. We finished eating, just sitting at the table finishing a glass of wine, still without much talking. This wasn’t too unusual, minus the silence part. During dinner we discussed our days and talked about work things, but nothing too in depth, until now.
“Matt,” he said, his tone low. I could already feel that this would not be an average conversation. “Yes hon?” I asked from across the table. “Look. I…we need to talk,” he said. “Okay,” I said, setting down my nearly empty glass. I felt my anxiety spike a bit. For as long as we’d been together, we had rarely started a talk like this. “I…” he started, before letting out a sigh, and shifting his gaze down to the table. “I cheated.”
I felt my breath leave me, and it felt like a lifetime before it started again. I almost didn’t think I'd heard him right. He looked up at me now, waiting for my response. I was feeling a ton of emotions in the moment though, and wasn’t sure I had one. “Matt…?” he asked. “I…I heard you,” I said back. “I’m just…processing it.” We sat in silence for a few minutes, as my mind went a million miles an hour, in a million different directions. Finally, I found my voice.
“When?” I asked. “A few weeks ago,” he said. My eyes bugged out. “And you waited this long to tell me?!” I replied, unable to contain myself. I was angry now. This wasn’t like Sean, to hide things from me like this. Whenever we had a problem, we came to each other right away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Not that I think it will be enough, but I am. I wasn’t…I didn't know how to tell you.” “So why now?!” I asked, my voice still raised and upset. “I…well,” he started, clearly more nervous now. “It was uh…with someone I work with, and they asked me for a drink today. And that made me realize I had to tell you, ASAP.” I sat there in silence, still taking it in.
“So you’re gonna go off and have a drink with your slut tonight?” I asked sharply. “No!” he said. “I turned him down. I told him the first time was a mistake and it can’t happen again.” “How did this happen in the first place?” I asked. Sean took in another deep breath. “It was the work trip, a few weeks ago,” he said, once again looking down at the table and unable to look me in the eye. “We have this new intern. On the last night, we were all having a few drinks in the hotel bar, and we ended up being the last two. I had one or two too many. We talked a lot about being gay in the work place. When I decided to call it, so did he, and our rooms were next to each other. In the elevator I could tell he was into me and by the time we got to the rooms we just…he ended up in my room, and didn’t leave until the morning.”
I sat in silence as I took all this in, unable to decide what to do. “Did he cum in you?” I asked. “No!” Sean replied quickly. Sean had always been a bottom. In all the time we had been together, he usually topped me a few times a year, where we would flip on special occasions like a trip or our anniversary, so the likelihood of him topping a stranger was pretty slim - and it seemed I was correct. “How many times?” I asked. “Just the once,” he said. “Yes he stayed the night, but we only did it one time. He woke up pretty early and went back to his room. We agreed it couldn’t happen again, but it seems now he only sees that as a suggestion.”
I sat for a few minutes, taking it all in, finding no calm in my thoughts. “I…I need some space. To be alone,” I said. “I…understand,” he said, standing with me as I got up from the table. “I can…I’ll go to my sister’s tonight.” “No,” I stopped him. “You don’t…I don’t know how I feel right now, but I'm not kicking you out. Not yet. I’m going to the bedroom for the night, why don’t you take the couch. Go grab anything you think you need from the bedroom, so you don’t have to disturb me.” “Are…are you sure?” he asked, seeming hopeful. “Less sure by the minute,” I replied back. “Go,” He nodded, and turned towards the stairs, pausing in the doorway. Turning back to look at me, he said, “I am sorry, and I do love you…for what that's worth,” I glared at him silently, and he turned and left.
Once I heard him hit the top of the stairs, I gulped down what was left of my wine in one swoop. I grabbed a bottle from the fridge, preparing myself for a long evening of figuring out what I was going to do. Thinking the whole situation over seemed obvious. I grabbed a few snacks as well, given that it was early in the night. A few minutes later, Sean came downstairs again, and went into the living room. Once I was sure he was there, I went upstairs quickly, and locked myself into the room.
It was barely 7 pm by the time I was settled. I disrobed first, stripping down to nothing, before tossing on a pair of pretty short gym shorts. Crawling into bed, I poured myself a glass of wine nearly to the brim, and put on some random movie for background, before losing myself into my thoughts.
More than anything, I was hurt. That was pretty obvious. As I said earlier, we had been together for 21 years. We had met in college, both attending the LGBT alliance as it was called in those days, the beginning of fall semester during my senior year, his sophomore. His striking handsomeness, combined with his dark hair and bright green eyes, drew me in immediately. I couldn’t stop taking glances, and on more than one occasion we met each others’ eyes,
At the end of the meeting, I approached him - so unaware that this would set the tone for us for many years to come. Myself, the slightly taller, slightly more sure half to his smaller, quiet half. I asked him out for coffee, and the rest, as they say, was history. We dated for a few weeks before deciding to become a couple officially. I was already looking to take a job with the university after graduation, so the first two years of our relationship were spent on campus - him moving into my apartment a year later.
In 2015, when marriage became legal for us, we quickly and decisively tied the knot. After 11 years together, we knew without thinking that this was the move for us. I proposed, of course, during a trip to Hawaii. He happily accepted. We now lived a few hours from where we met, in the stereotypical hetero dream - a house together, two dogs, the white picket fence.
Kids were never in the cards for us, we decided. We traveled, enjoyed life. Kept up with our friends in various states of life - some happily committed like us, some happy to be living the single life. At some point, we discussed opening our relationship - it was all the rage these days, and most of our gay friends who had partners were “open” with varying degrees of success. At least one couple we knew had been together nearly as long as we were and had been open for most of it, and it worked for them. Other friends stayed single, having more partners in one weekend than Sean and I had had before we met each other, combined.
We were both comfortably gay, by the time we came out. Neither of us were in the closet, even if we also weren’t the flamboyant type. I think that was a part of what drew us to each other. It wasn’t quite as safe to be out as it is now, though college campuses were still among the safest places to be, followed by big, progressive cities. We had done our experimentation with other college boys and knew who we were, and that made it easy to be together.
Sex just clicked for us as well. I had always been more of a top, and Sean leaned toward bottom, though he enjoyed his side activities as they’ve come to be known as today. We had sex about twice a week, plus blowjobs and other stuff here and there, so I felt like we’d had a healthy sex life. He did like to top sometimes too, and I enjoyed bottoming for him a few times a year. Outside of that though, our sex life was pretty vanilla. Pretty straight-forward fucking. We had friends who enjoyed all kinds of kinks, fisting, bondage, pup play; but we talked and neither of us ever really felt a pull towards any of it. We did fuck raw, being mongomous and all, and i’ll admit I think we both enjoyed unloading in each other. It felt like the ultimate act of closeness.
I was starting to feel the wine now, halfway through my second very full glass, and my cock chubbed thinking about the last part. I had such a mix of emotions about all of this. We hadn't discussed being open in quite some time, but in reality, I wasn't necessarily opposed. Sean had seemed adamant about not wanting it, and that was equally fine by me. Like I said, he had never left me wanting in bed. Greeting me home from the gym or a day at work in just a jock, or joining me in the shower. Slipping his hand in my pants while we watched a movie, ultimately sucking a nice load out of me on the couch.
My dick twitched again at the thought. I had always thought Sean was attractive. 5’ 10 to my 6' 1, he looked marginally stouter than myself, his body seeming a bit wider, even though with his clothes off we were pretty much the same. I was a tad leaner in my build, both of us usually in the 180 neighborhood weight wise. We no longer had the muscularity we had in college, but as mentioned earlier, regular trips to the gym kept us in check and prevented us from getting too soft in the middle. He was fairly smooth all over, a bit of contrast to my mildly furry chest and stomach. My dark red hair covered me in most places, and it was something he said he’d always liked about me. Our dicks matched the rest of our physicality. I was a bit larger than him at a bit over 7 inches, but he had nothing to be ashamed of with a solid 6, and he had me beat in girth by a hair. I always enjoyed sucking him off or letting him fuck me, when the mood struck.
My mind turned then, starting to worry. What had caused him to hook up with someone? If our sex life was so great, why turn elsewhere? He had said he didn’t mean it to happen, and based on what he said, that seemed plausible. But he hadn’t said anything for two weeks. Two weeks! I had fucked him several times since then. I thought back to the last time we had sex. It was a few days ago, in the kitchen. He had been making dinner, and I embraced him from behind, only meaning to be a sweet moment. He grinded back on me a bit though, which I knew meant he wanted it, and before long I was filling him with seed right there against the kitchen counter.
My cock surged again.
I thought too about when he first got back from that trip. He practically threw himself at me the minute he got in the door. I thought he was just happy to see me after a few days, but before long the kisses turned into gropes, and gropes turned into him straddling me right there on the couch, sliding down my cock and riding me until he was full, and his own load coated our stomachs and chests. Was he trying to make up for what he did without saying it? Making sure he still felt the way he always had towards me? It was all too much, but the alcohol made one thing clear for my body.
Without anything else to do and no real reason not to, I pulled the covers down and slid my shorts off, my cock springing free with a soft thwack against my stomach. I took it into my hand and gave it a few tugs, feeling it come to life in my hand to full hardness. My mind wandered about these events from the last few weeks, and before long I was unable to stop from thinking about what Sean might have gotten up to in that hotel room. Despite the anxious tug in my chest about his betrayal, I couldn’t help but lazily tug at my cock too, and I started to fall down a rabbit hole.
An intern, Sean had said. Young, I'm sure. I imagined him on his back, legs up, as a strapping young lad climbed on the bed and positioned himself on top of him. I might not have had any idea what he looked like, but I knew Sean's type. We might have been monogamous but we weren’t blind, and it wasn’t horribly unusual to share looks with each other over men in the wild that we found attractive.
A tall, muscular man - cocksure, no doubt, a grin on his face as he was about to pound his coworker into the bed. Light brown hair obscured a face I couldn't quite see as he reached for a bottle of lube, pouring it onto a big, thick cock. Sean, looking up, gripping a pair of big biceps, his face in heat as this young stud smeared lube on his hole, before leaning forward and pressing in, disappearing himself into Sean, who couldn’t help but moan as he was stretched by something bigger than he’d had in decades.
The images filled me with a level of pain, but clearly, they also turned me on, as I realized I was stroking myself faster and faster. The image in my head twisted, the man on top slowly forming into a familiar face and form. One Sean and I had once known well. My mind continued running with the imaginary sounds of slapping as Sean was fucked harder and harder. And the more I thought about it, the more this idea - watching Sean get fucked, moaning deeply from another man penetrating him. I didn’t feel less than - I knew I could still make him feel that way too, but watching him enjoy it my feelings of being turned on grew.
Maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to be the end of everything. As the images playing in my mind came to a crescendo - The top thrusting at lightning speed, Sean groaning loudly every time this hung man bottomed out, my own hand flying quickly up and down my own shaft, I thought maybe this could be an answer. In all reality, I had had a few opportunities myself to stray, and Sean was the only reason I hadn't. But maybe with some more freedom, this could continue to work.
The images in my mind reached their finale. The top buried in one last time, yelling as he shot his load deep into my husband, as Sean spilled all over himself and his intern top. And as I thought of that big dick pumping volley after volley of cum unto him, I shot my own. Moaning perhaps a bit louder than I intended, I hosed my torso in a huge load. The first hit my neck, the next several on my pecs, before the remaining however many pooled on my stomach.
I reached for the gym shorts I had shucked, using them as a makeshift cumrag, wiping myself down and tossing them in the general direction of the laundry basket. Having made up my mind on what to do next, the intense orgasm combined with too much wine dozed me off to sleep.
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I awoke a bit on the early side the next morning. A tad surprised at myself, but given that I had no idea what time I'd actually gone to sleep, I figured it was probably fair. I felt far less hungover than I expected, looking over to see the bottle of wine more empty than not. I walked to our en suite bathroom, my cock flopping to lead the way. I paused in front of the mirror, studying myself. I knew that, no matter what happened with us, I would land on my feet. Was I willing to throw away so much of my life for one possible mistake? I felt like the answer was to at least try an alternative first, so that's what I would do.
I showered quickly after downing a glass of water and a little tylenol. It was about 8 am when I stepped out. Drying off quickly, I tossed on a pair of running shorts - barely longer than the ones I'd worn last night - and a tank top. Exiting the bedroom, I quietly made my way downstairs. I peered into the living room and saw Sean laying on the couch, Blanket covering up to about his chest, out cold. Good, I still had time.
I slipped out the front door and went for a run. I didn’t do this very often, but it was still nice to do. Mostly, I needed to release the tension that had built over the last 12 or so hours. I continued to think about my decision, which admittedly had been made half drunk and full of lust, but I felt more sure of it the more I thought about it.
After a few miles and roughly an hour, I turned back onto my street. Coming to a walk on my path, then catching my breath before going inside. I felt all kinds of nerves, but even with them I felt confident in what was next, and went inside. Opening the door a bit softly, just in case he was still asleep, I let myself in and kicked my shoes off in the doorway. I smelled coffee, so I knew he must be up, and peeled out of my tank, leaving me in just my running shorts.
I crossed the foyer to the living room, where Sean was sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but the volume was so low I could barely hear it. Sean had sat up and was looking in my direction. The blanket he had slept with was pooled to his right, and the left side of his body was exposed, showing him wearing just a pair of black square cut boxer briefs. I might have been mad at him, but I took a minute to appreciate how good he looked nearly naked.
“Good morning,” he said, never looking away. He looked like a kid caught in the cookie jar, and I suppose in a way that was how he should feel, “Good morning,” I said back. I kept my tone business-like, neither cold nor inviting. In my mind, this was ultimately a business move; either an agreement, or a separation. But I would lay all of that out momentarily.
I paused a few feet from the couch, allowing the room to stew in uncertainty. His eyes flickered up and down my body, then again, and it seemed that my ploy to go shirtless - to remind him, in a way, of what he had possibly screwed up, was working. “May I sit?” I asked, again maintaining a flat tone. “Oh, of course,” Sean said, scooting over onto the blanket. He partially covered himself, likely unsure of what was coming next, but made room for me on his exposed side.
I stepped to the couch and sat next to him, not quite touching, but not too far either. I exhaled sharply, placing my hands on my knees and staring straight forward as he turned to look at me, waiting for whatever I had next. In that brief moment, I took in the house around me, around us. Everything we had built together over the years of being a couple, and being married. How much work we had put in, the highs and lows of being together for over 20 years. For a brief moment, it felt overwhelming, but I held myself together, and began to speak.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” I said, pausing again to make sure I found the right words. Sean held the space between us, but seemed to hang on every word. Perfect.
“First, and foremost, this needs to be a completely honest conversation. No matter the answers. Yes?" I turned to look at him now. “Absolutely,” he said, nodding his head. I looked down towards the floor, at him. His sinewy legs, the faint hair on them. The black underwear painted on his hips and the side of his ass.
“We’ve been together a long time,” I continued. “Really long. And we’ve been happy, yes?” I asked again. “Yes,” he said. I could still see how tentative he was, how unsure he was where this conversation was going. “Infidelity is so common these days,” I went on. “So many relationships end because of it. Tell me, Sean, if the roles were reversed, what would you do?”
He paused, and it was his turn to look away. I don’t think he anticipated me asking this kind of thing. Get mad, storm out, yell for divorce maybe, but not this. I continued looking at him, waiting for an answer.
“I…I don’t know, honestly,” he finally said, still not looking at me. “Before this? I probably would have said divorce. but…” he trailed off, staring off again, before looking at me. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you. I know I fucked up and that’s what I’ve earned, if that’s what you decide. But I really don’t know what I'd do in your position,” he said. He looked like he was about to cry, and maybe he was. I was feeling a lot of emotions myself, and it was hard not to let them take over.
We sat in silence for a moment, before I continued. “Divorce was definitely in my thoughts,” I said. “I haven’t ruled it out. It’s option A.” I started rubbing my hands up and down my thighs, working up the courage to say what I had next. “But, I did consider another option.” Sean looked at me then, a mixture of confusion on his face, waiting for me to go on.
“As I thought about everything last night, I kept bringing myself back to one thought. At first, it was hard to swallow. I kept imagining you in a hotel room, getting pinned into the mattress by some big, burly college boy,” I said. The images from last night came back to mind. “It felt like torture, at first. But as the images continued playing in my mind, I started to find I didn't mind it. I don’t know what this kid looks like, but the more it thought of it, the more it morphed into someone specific, and in my head i kept watching Bill Robinson fucking you into oblivion.”
Sean guffawed at that. “Billy? Jesus, I haven't thought about him in forever.” “Yeah, me neither,” I said. Bill was one of the leaders in the GSA Sean and I joined in college. He encouraged us both to join in the years that we did - after we’d both hooked up with him. He was a semi-closeted athlete back then. Tall, muscular, and yeah, hung too. He was the only person our history had in common. He was a senior when I was, and by the time he’d managed Sean to sign up, Bill and I were a long past fling, and just friends. But I wasn't gonna pretend he wasn’t hot as hell.
“I kept thinking about you and him, and the more I thought of it, the more I…kind of liked it,” I paused again, and Sean looked at me in surprise. “You…liked it? as in…how?” he asked, as if the implication wasn’t clear. Rather than responding with words, I reached over and grabbed Sean's hand and put it directly on my dick, which had grown hard again talking about it. When he felt my hardness, his face showed shock, but by instinct I suppose, his fingers wrapped around my shaft and he squeezed it, and it twitched in his hand.
“So, I offer an alternative," I said, as his hand continued massaging me. “We’ve talked a few times about having an open relationship. You've always shut it down, even though ironically I’ve always said I wouldn't care if we did.” I swung my arm onto the back of the couch, behind his head. “You know Sean, I’ve had several opportunities the way you did with this intern. Ones that, in full honesty, were hard to say no to, but I did, for you. Because you wanted it to be just us. Maybe, if we’d actually talked about it instead of you just shutting it down, all this could have been avoided.”
I let the words hang in the moment. He stopped squeezing me, but his hand still rested on my hardness. I knew that was a harsh jab, but it was how I truly felt, and no one said this conversation was going to be easy. “So, I present option B. I'm willing to try an open relationship before we just throw everything out the window.” I paused again, and I could see a range of emotions on his face. He was staring off a bit, towards my feet, but I could see the gears turning in his head. I went on. “I figure, maybe it’ll work, and it can be a new era for us. And if it doesn’t work, we end up back at square one with option A. But at least this way, we tried something before just giving up.”
I paused again, allowing the full weight of the offer sit. Sean still hadn’t taken his hand off my dick, and from what I could see the gears were truly turning. He probably assumed I was going to walk out no matter what, and this offer to stay, but with something he had been so against up until now, tugged at him. Absent- mindedly, he began stroking me again. I had gone down to half mast, but the renewed friction brought me back, and I looked to notice that he was hard in his underwear too.
“Okay, yeah,” He finally said, “I…I don't know how I feel about it, but I'm willing to give it a shot. We'll have to come up with rules of course, but let’s try it.” His gaze finally came to meet mine, and I smiled. I didn’t let on that I planned to steamroll that conversation, that was for later. “Okay then. Yes, we will need to figure out rules, but not now. We should both think about what we would want to implement. So let's take a few days and talk about it…Tuesday?” He thought again for a minute. “Yeah, okay, Tuesday,” he said, smiling himself. He seemed like he wanted to lean in to kiss me just then, but unsure if I would want it. I didn’t lean in, as I wasn't sure myself.
“It’s a date,” I said. I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch, feeling his own hardness in his boxer briefs. Our eyes held, in a way of seeming to say we understood each other, even if there had been hurt. Then, I stood up sharply. My hard on bulged in my running shorts, and with one quick motion I shucked them and my underwear off, my dick springing free in front of me, eager for attention, before sitting back down on the couch.
“Well, this needs to be taken care of, and I think you owe me,” I said, and my cock bounced in anticipation. He looked at it, and I saw the raw, horny hunger we had had in our early days. He looked back up at me, and I raised my eyebrows expectantly. He started to lean over, and I blocked him with my arm. “Uh-uh,” I said. “On your knees.”
Sean quickly got down on the floor between my legs. I had my left hand on my dick at this point, slowly stroking it. He leaned in to put it in his mouth, placing his hands on my upper thighs, but I blocked him again, shaking my head no. “You have to earn it,” I said. “For right now, you’re going to ask me if you can have something instead of just going for it. Got it?” He looked up at me in surprise, sitting on his knees in front of me. “I mean it,” I said firmly. I may not be kicking your ass out, but there are going to be new rules. Understood?” He nodded yes slowly. “Can…can I have it?” he asked. He looked like a slut in heat. “In a moment,” I said, stroking myself, now just a few inches from his face.
“First, I have a few more questions,” I said. I had every intention of giving him my dick, but this was turning a new page, he was going to learn. “Was it good?” I asked. His expression went back to one of confusion. “What? I- do you -” “The intern,” I clarified. “Was it a good fuck?” He seemed troubled for a moment, as if he didn’t want to answer, before nodding his head. “Yeah, it was…good.” He was looking at the couch in front of him now, unable to make eye contact. “Where did he cum?” I asked. “In…in my mouth,” he said. I got the impression he felt like this was a humiliation ritual, and maybe in some ways it was. But at the same time, a glob of pre cum oozed from my tip as he said it.
“What’s he look like?” His face crossed now, perhaps in frustration. He paused, again maybe not wanting to answer. “He’s…tall. about your height. Pretty muscular, he was a jock in college.” “Big dick?” I asked.”Big dick,” he confirmed. “Give me your phone,” I said. He looked up in protest, but said nothing. “I’m not gonna go through your messages, even though I probably should,” I said.
“I know you would have looked this guy up on instagram or something, even if you didn’t add him. I want to see. So, get your phone and pull him up.” He hesitated again, before finally getting up to grab his phone from the end table. He was hard as a rock based on his underwear bulge, and I felt more confident that this was a good decision. He turned and stood in front of me, tapping on his phone before handing it to me. I took it from him, then glanced at the spot in front of me he had vacated. His eyes followed, and he got back into position.
I grabbed the back of his head and guided his mouth to my tip. “Go ahead,” I said. Quickly, he dove on with a fervor, swallowing most of me in one go. Years of practice had gotten him used to my size, but unknown to him, things were going to change a bit this go around. But I let him be in control for now.
Keeping my hand on his head so he couldn’t fully come off me, I turned to his phone. The instagram account in front of me was pretty much what I expected. A tall, muscular blonde boy stood in various places as I scrolled. Posed with friends at bars, on vacations with family. some pics not including him but of an apartment, presumably his. I scrolled until I found one particular pic and clicked on it. He was standing on a beach in some very short swim trunks, both arms up flexing some pretty impressive biceps. No doubt, he was a stud, and part of me got turned on that Sean had taken his dick.
I scrolled a bit more and found pics from his college days. A wrestler, from the looks of it. Posing with teammates, or crouched on the mat. One in particular showed him in a singlet with a hefty bulge. “Damn,” I said. “He is a stud. I get it.” Sean looked up and tried to come off me as if to answer, but instead I held him on me. Another look of confusion as I held him down. “You’re done when I say you’re done,” I said, and I shoved my length down his throat and held it. He began to gag, but I waited before letting him up.
I moved my hands so that I was holding him by the cheeks, still not allowing him off of me fully. I thrusted into his mouth, but at the pace he had been setting, for a minute, before taking hold of his head and shoving myself down the root, and holding him there again. Immediately, he gagged hard on me, but I still held him. “Breathe through your nose. You know better,” I said, a bit demeaningly. I felt a bit out of myself, but at the same time this was turning me on big time.
He looked up to me, almost as if to beg or mercy. He gagged hard again, almost like he was trying to throw up on my dick. “Would you fuck him again?” I asked. My tone of voice was stern, conveying I wouldn't wait long for an answer. He said something around my dick, but I couldn't understand it. “Nod your head. Would you fuck him again?” He hard gagged again, and tears began forming. He paused for a second, then nodded yes. I relented, and he came off me completely. My cock was covered in slimy throat spit, and I have to admit it was pretty hot.
Sean wiped away at his mouth, but I only allowed him a short breather before taking his head again and shoving him back on. Maybe I was subconsciously administering punishment for all of this, but truthfully, I was enjoying it too. I began to fuck his throat with gusto. For the first time ever, I went at the pace and depth of my choice, and not what he could handle. He repeatedly gagged on me, occasionally a few more tears forming when I would hold him down on myself. I might not have had much more than seven inches, maybe seven and a quarter, but I had good girth, and it was thicker in the middle.
“Do you want my load?” I asked, and he nodded vigorously. Holding his head, I began to really power thrust into his mouth, shoving him all the way down on every pull. He gagged each time I bottomed out, but I wasn't holding him there any more. I could feel myself building quick. Another minute of hard thrusts and I could feel the wave coming. Quickly, I took my left hand and with a fist full of hair, yanked him off my dick. As soon as it left his lips, my right hand was on it, and after two quick strokes I started cumming. Holding his head at a backwards angle, I aimed and began shooting all over his face.
I moaned quite loudly as the first shot left me, practically yelling, as it landed on his forehead and into his hair, and a little on my hand. I kept stroking as the second shot hit his nose, and I saw his face twist in frustration as he realized I wasn't shooting it down his throat. It had been years since either of us had done something like this, but it felt like my way of regaining control. I adjusted my dick’s aim slightly as the third volley came out, and hit my target perfectly - directly into his eye. The rest of my shots landed on his cheek, and his eyes had shut instinctively after I flooded the one. He tried twisting away after that, but I held him firmly in place.
When my orgasm subsided, I finally let go of him, and his head dropped in exhaustion. My cock was covered in a very thick layer of spit. I gave him a moment to catch his breath before I put my hand under his chin and brought his face to meet mine. Without saying anything, I used my thumb to push the cum around, which had started dripping down his face. I pushed my thumb into his mouth, and he immediately started sucking my cum off. I pushed it in further before removing it, gathering up more but this time wiping it on my dick.
“Clean it up,” I said firmly. He looked at me again, but it was a different kind of unsure this time. Like he didn’t know who he was in front of. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I knew either. But this exchange - and his unspoken willingness to go with it - turned me on, and despite having just cum, I was getting hard again. He gingerly placed me in his mouth, and sucked me clean. Cum, spit, all of it. I took this time to smear what was left of my load on his face.
“You’re going to contact this intern,” I said, looking down at him in this vulnerable position, “and tell him you would love to get drinks next Friday. With your husband.” His eyebrows crossed. “You’re…we’re…what?” he asked, still somewhat out of breath, “You heard me,” I said. “We’re going to get a hotel room next friday. I am not bringing him here. We will get some drinks downtown, and then I want to watch him fuck you.”
“Are…are you sure? I mean, we don’t -" “Do you think I'd say it if I didn't mean it?” I asked. It came out kind of harsh, but it proved the point. “Monday, when you go back in. Tell him you’d like to accept. That’s all he needs to know,” I said. “So you…you wanna like, be cucked?” he asked. “No,” I said, rather firmly. “You are my man, and no other man is going to change that. But I’d like to watch you get fucked by another. Especially one as hot as him,” glancing at Sean's phone that I had set down during the blowjob.
I stood up. “I’m going upstairs to shower,” I said. He was standing on his knees now, face covered in the remnants of my load, and his dick straining in his . He reached down to grab it. “Do yourself on your own time,” I said. “You should probably go clean up though. Oh, and I’m still not ready to share a bed with you yet,” I said, turning towards the stairs. “So, plan to stay down here for a bit longer, or in one of the guest rooms. I'll let you know when I'm ready to have you back in our bed.” With that, I retreated up the stairs to our en suite shower to clean the morning off me.
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