I won’t claim to be the world’s best having a history of stepping out of my marriage from time to time. We’ve been married almost twenty years. We met in college and things were much different back then. We fucked like rabbits and if I were capable, would have easily had enough kids to field a baseball team.
Somewhere along the line, life stresses got to my other half and his sex drive diminished along with his adventurous spirit.
That’s when I took to some of the more down low hook-up apps in the hopes of feeding my high sex drive and increasing appetite to experience more of my kink and fetish inclinations.
I’d met a few people here and there either in hotel rooms or at their places, mostly one and done trysts that fulfilled me for the moment until the next craving hit.
My husband and I did talk about opening our marriage but he wasn’t willing to do so. I think it was because throughout the years I maintained my physique while he kind of let himself go, and he knew I’d have no trouble getting dick while he wouldn’t have the same level of success with finding asses to fuck. I loved him too much to walk away, there was too much history I was unwilling to throw away. Well, it didn’t hurt that my husband has a very big dick and knows how to use it. However, I told myself that if I kept my liaisons to myself, he’d never find out. No harm, no foul, right?
I’d been lucky in the five years or so I’d been doing this behind my husband’s back. I only fucked around with guys I didn’t know, and the crowd we hung out get with were so strait-laced, they weren’t trolling for sex on the same sites as I had been.
Well, my good luck had finally changed. My new boss invited us for a dinner party at his house and we were to meet his husband. We walked up to the front door with a nice bottle of Caymus red and my boss greeted us at the door.
I introduced my husband and we walked into the living room. My heart stopped when I recognized my new boss’s husband. He’d had both his fists in my ass only two weeks ago at a nearby motel. We’d met on a very popular gay fisting hook up site. His name was Ray. He was Peruvian, 5’9”, a powerhouse of a man with the greatest dimpled smile and beautiful dark brown eyes. His hands were magical the way they opened up my cunt.
Ray gave me a knowing smile as we shook hands. Those wonderful hands were electric as I recalled myself sprawled out with my legs up in the motel room bed.
My boss and Ray went to open the bottle in the kitchen and brought out a charcuterie board.
Immediately, I could sense my boss knew something. The way he looked at me was different, that cheeky grin gave it away. There was no doubt Ray told him about me, about us.
After a couple of glasses of good wine, my boss came out and asked us the question that I wished he hadn’t.
“So guys, we’re not at work here. Let’s get to know each other tonight. Are you guys open, or what’s your deal?”
“No, we’re not!”, my husband blurted out.
“Huh? Really. These days it seems like everyone is open or in throuple. Heck, I even know married couples where both spouses have boyfriends. It’s a different world for us gays nowadays.”
“So you and Ray are open then?”, my husband asked. It might be helpful to note that was husband was typically the more dominant of one in our relationship, often times speaking on my behalf. I was always the more quiet one.
“Yeah, we have been for a few years. Believe it or not, we enjoy hearing about each other’s dalliances. It can be kind of hot.”
“Really? Does one of you fool around more than the other?”
My husband seemed to be suddenly interested to learn more about this and I was ready to drop the subject altogether.
“There are times when I do, other times that Ray does. It all evens out. Besides, there are some things Ray is into, that I’m not, and things I’m into that he’s not. So we both get to explore and do these things and then enjoy our sex together when we have it.”
“So it hasn’t changed your sex lives?”
“Oh, yes, it has!”, Ray said. “For the better. We communicate so much more about our needs and wants together and what we need when we’re not. I wish we’d done it years ago.”
“Huh. I guess I never thought about it that way”, my husband said.
“Just tonight Ray told me that he’d had his arm stuffed up some hot guy’s butt at a motel last week. He said the guy called off from work just to meet him. Can you imagine that?”
“So you’re into fisting, Ray? Is that your thing? Did you really have your arm inside the guy’s butt?”, my husband asked curiously.
“Oh yes, I was almost up to my shoulder and you see my two fists, they were both inside him at the same time. It was so impressive!”
I was dying inside.how could this be happening?
“Where would you even meet anyone that’s into that?”, my husband asked curiously, never suspecting it was me. I wanted to crawl and hide under the sofa.
“There a few sites, but Asspig is probably the one I use the most.”, Ray said.
“What about you, Richie?”, my boss said. “Have you ever thought about calling off work to take a fist up your ass?”
I almost spit the wine right out of my mouth!
“Excuse me? What?”, I asked in desperation to avoid answering the question.
“Richie would never be into anything like that. I think I would know.”, my husband said as he placed his hand on my knee.
“I don’t know, Chuck, you never know what people fantasize about, what they do when given the opportunity.”, my boss said to my husband.
“So, you didn’t answer Steve’s question, Richie. Fisting, or not your cup of tea?”, Ray asked looking right at me, daring me to come clean.
“I guess that would be something I’d do.”, I said sheepishly, knowing I couldn’t deny it even if I wanted to.
“You would?”, my husband asked surprisingly, removing his hand from my knee, and looking at me like I was a stranger.
“Yeah, I guess. Why not? It does look pretty awesome when I’ve watched it on the internet.”, I said with a little confidence.
“You’ve watched it in the internet?”, my husband asked in utter disbelief.
“Yeah. I watch lots of things on the internet if you must know, Chucky.”
Maybe it was the wine, but I felt like I was confessing.
“Have you ever tried it?”, Ray asked.
“What?”, I tried to avoid the question again.
“Yeah Richie, have you ever tried it?”, my boss asked.
“Of course he hasn’t tried it! I think I would know!”, Chucky said confidently.
“I don’t know about that, Chuck”, my boss said. “You never know what some people do behind closed doors on their days off. Am I right, Richie?”
Ray went to get a second bottle and more wine was poured.
“Huh? What?”, I said. I was sweating bullets now.
Chucky sensed I wasn’t myself.
“Are you ok, babe?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, I think.”
“You don’t seem fine and why do these two keep asked you about your interest in fisting on a day off? Do they know something I don’t? Whats going on here?”
“Huh? Chucky, what do you mean?”
Ray stepped in.
“Look, maybe Richie isn’t brave enough to tell you himself, but i spotted him on that fisting site a couple of weeks ago.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”, my husband was getting agitated. Richie, what is he talking about?”
“Here let me show you”, Ray said.
He pulled up my Asspig profile and showed it to my husband. It was me in various poses showing off my ass and even a couple of pics and vids with fists inside of it.
“So this is really you?”, Chucky asked clearly upset.
“Oh, it’s him alright. I would know. You see this pic over here? These are my hands, look.”
I was shaking and crying, feeling like my life was over.
Ray showed Chucky his hands to prove his point.
“Did you plan this dinner to tell me this? To ruin my marriage?”, he looked at Steve and Ray.
“No, no, I had no idea that my husband’s new direct report was the same guy I’d fisted until you got here. This was purely a coincidence.”
“I don’t even know what to say. Steve, you’re not the least bit upset that your husband was fooling around with mine?”
“Not at all. I will admit that it does bother me that your husband called out sick that day and that he lied about it, but the fisting itself, no, I’m not bothered.
“I’m so sorry Chucky. I know you’re really mad. I can tell. What can I do to make it right? What would make it better?”
“You’re damn right I’m mad! You didn’t think you’d get caught, and here you are, caught red-handed, or should I say, closed fisted! You’re a whore! I can’t even look at you right now!”
“Calm down Chucky. There’s no need to get so upset over this. It’s just sex. It’s not like your husband is attached to mine. It was purely physical. I have an idea that might settle the score.”, my boss said. Maybe he was feeling bad about the way things unfolded.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”, my husband asked defiantly.
“Well, as I see it, since your husband and my husband have already hooked up, it would only seem fair if you and I hooked up. If I let you fuck me tonight, would that make you feel better?”
I was dying inside! My boss just offered his ass to my husband! What the hell was happening here! I didn’t feel that I had any say in the matter since I was the one who cheated so I waited to hear Chucky’s response to this offer. Half of me was hoping he’d say no since he’d be fucking my boss, the other half wanted him to say yes so maybe this would open the door to a new chapter in our marriage, and maybe I’d be forgiven.
“So let me get this straight. You want me to fuck you tonight to make me feel better? I haven’t fucked anyone but my husband in twenty years! I don’t know. If I agree, when and where would we do it?”
Well, Ray could finish taking care of dinner. We could go right upstairs right now and use our sling.”
“Now? Sling? This is just so sudden. I don’t do things like this.”
“Honey”, I said, “maybe you should just do it and step outside of your comfort zone. Maybe you’ll enjoy it.”
“You’re just saying that so you’re not the only one who fucked up. I don’t really give a shit about what you think right now, Richie!”
“He’s right you know”, Ray offered.
“You know before Steve and I opened up our marriage, I was very jealous. I was very resistant, but I can’t tell you how glad I am that I decided to just go for it. I’ve had so many amazing experiences and our lovemaking is even better. Go on, give it a try. I’ll finish preparing dinner while the two of you have some fun.”
Chucky looked at me with a hint of disgust in his eyes, like he was gonna do this revenge fuck just to even the score.
“Yeah, ok, let’s do this before I change my mind.”
I couldn’t believe it!
Chucky and my boss, Steve, left me and Ray downstairs while they both ascended the stairs.
I was shocked that Chucky was going through with it.
“You look like you could use more wine”, Ray said as he poured me a third glass.
“I’m in shock I think.”
“I guess I didn’t expect this night to go like this either, but here we are.”
“I don’t know if I should be pissed or grateful? You guys basically ratted me out to my husband and at the same time may have altered the state of my marriage for the better. This is a little bit fucked up.”
“No, it’s a lot fucked up”, Ray chuckled.
“I didn’t expect that I’d be at my boss’s house tonight seeing the guy who basically arm fucked me a few weeks ago and then wait down here while my husband sticks his dick in my boss’s ass. This is nuts!”
“Very nuts. Let’s say this all goes well, when can I get my hands back in that cunt of yours again. You have to admit, it was a hot time.”
“It was. You are a talented fister, I’ll give you that.”
“And you have a very hot ass. It was my pleasure to be inside it.”
There was a momentary pause when Ray went to check on the roast in the oven and I took a sip of wine. In the backdrop, I could hear my boss faintly, “give me that dick man!”
Ray just ignored it as if it were an every day occurrence. I was horrified. How would I be able to work for this man after tonight?
They were getting a bit louder now.
“Take my dick!”
“Yeah, fuck me big man!”
Obviously, they were both in fuck lust and probably not giving any care at all if we heard them or not.
I tried not to pay attention to the sounds of the sling swinging wildly or to my boss’s grunts when my husband’s cock impaled him. They were obviously having a great time upstairs.
“Ray, how can you be ok with this? Under your own roof while you are right here? At least when we hooked up it wasn’t under their nose!”
“Richie, you gotta relax man. Be happy they are having fun. Weren’t you happy when you surrendered your ass to me? What does it matter if it’s here or a hotel room? Don’t worry about it.”
Just then I heard my husband cry out, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Ohhh fuck yeah! Ohhh fuck!”
I’d heard him scream that hundreds of times over in our years together. I was his cum receptacle. It was so strange to hear him as he seeded my boss’s ass. I tried to resist picturing it to no avail. I really tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. I wanted to look the other way, but this was my boss and my husband. I wasn’t sure I could handle it.
I did not have much time to process this. A few minutes after my husband emptied his balls, the two of them joined us at the dining room table as dinner was served.
They both looked a little disheveled.
“Richie, your husband sure is a brute. I haven’t been fucked that hard in a few weeks. Can someone pass me the potatoes? I’m hungry.”
And as if the evening was a typical dinner party, food was eaten, wine was shared, dessert was had, conversation engaging and it was time to go home.
Chucky barely said a word to me on the way home until it was time for bed.
“We need to talk”, he said as we stripped down to our underwear.
“We do?”
“Yes. I want to get something off my chest Richie.”
“Ok. Are you mad at me?”
“I was mad at you, yes. But I was fucking your boss I realized that I was holding you back. I love you, Richie. I just want you to be happy. If you want to get fisted, I don’t want to stop you. It’s not my thing but I understand it is for you. I don’t know how to explain it, but fucking your boss, seeding him, made me feel alive. I will always love you, and I will always want to fuck you, but a little variety in life may not be a bad thing.”
“Chucky, I love you so much. You are everything to me.”
Chucky and I kissed more passionately than we had in years. Chucky wiped a tear from my eye.
“Is it bad that I want to be inside you right now? I just fucked your boss but I have a big boner for you.”
“No, I’d like nothing more than for you to make love to me.”
Chucky and I had the most intense sex we had in more than a decade. Chucky jerked me off while pounding me out and filled me with his essence. We fell asleep as one, his penis still inside me. I felt safe wrapped in my husband’s arms. I hadn’t felt like this since we were younger and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it.
I made a note to thank my boss when I saw him the next morning at work. All I can say is the dinner party could have gone any number of directions, but I was sure glad it ended the way it did.
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