As I stood in my kitchen table, dinner simmering, I thought back on how I got here. My cock out stroking looking out my window waiting for my husband to walk out of the neighbor's house.
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Me and My husband Sam have been together for 10 years now. He loves the outdoors, working out, anything to do with his body. He worked as a park ranger for the local nature reserve so he spent plenty of time outside sweating. He can have it, I barely have time to think let alone walk by a gym these days. Sam is about 5'10, slender with a chiseled physique. His curly, dark hair sits on top his head, and he has piercing green eyes that can either be warm and inviting or filled with unwavering anger. He's got a strong jawline and high cheekbones, with a slight cleft in his chin. Sam's body type is athletic, honed through his dedication to regular exercise. His skin is tanned from his love of the outdoors, but his best attributes are his thighs and his big perky ass.
That first evening, when I look back and realize I noticed something was fishy, I was busy with dinner, I saw Sam walking over to the new neighbor's garage. He had just gone for a run.
My heart swelled, I had felt so guilty recently. I am a lawyer and have been spending so much time at work, that I will admit I've been neglectful of my husband and myself. The newcomer must still have plenty of unpacking to do, so I didn't think much of it. In fact, it brought a smile to my face, knowing that Sam was making a connection with the man who would now be our neighbor.
I had seen him earlier that day moving boxes all by himself, so I know he was handsome. And I ran into him at the communal mail boxes and exchanged a short hello. The man looked like he exudes raw, unabashed masculinity. His rugged, bearded face is warm and friendly, The slight scruff on his cheeks and chin only serves to add to his allure. His eyes are intense deep blue, holding a depth that can't be fathomed in a single glance.
He is tall, his muscular, toned body a testament to his decently fit lifestyle. Clad in gym shorts, the fabric clinging to his form, I couldn't help but notice the sizable bulge in them. He looks like a man who's spent the better part of his day out in the elements, working hard and enjoying every moment of it.
He carries himself with a certain swagger, a sense of self-assuredness that's undeniably attractive. There's a sensual, animalistic energy surrounding him, as if he's a primal force of nature, waiting to be unleashed. His hair, unkept and unruly, only adds to this grungy, rough persona, but his raw, primal appeal can't be denied. (So yes I knew he was sexy.)
As we sat down to eat I asked "Sam, did you like the new neighbor? What's his name?" I casually inquired as we sat down for dinner.
"Oh yea, baby. I went over to introduce myself and helped him unpack some stuff. He has an amazing garage gym set up! He's pretty cool, his name is Peter!" Sam replied, taking a big bite of his food.
I couldn't help but gush to him, "I'm glad you two hit it off, you need more friends." Sam smiled and nodded. We continued to chat about the neighbor both of us commenting on how good looking he was, Sam saying how he thought he was straight and I agreed. Then we commented on how we would both like to fuck him it was getting us both pretty horny but I got too jealous of how focused on Peter he was so I just changed the subject, it was time to get Sam in the shower and ready for bed anyway, we both had work early.
As I was walking down the hall I noticed that Sam had left his work underwear in the laundry room. Curious, I picked them up to see a glistening stain on the back. My heart raced as I realized it was likely his load. My own cock started to harden as I realized he must have gotten off before dinner in his sweaty work underwear after his run.
I made sure the bathroom door was still closed and could see the steam was escaping. I licked the stain and smelled it on the fabric. It confirmed my suspicion, musky thick cum coated my mouth, and I couldn't contain my arousal any longer. His cum coupled with his ass smell made my cock throbbed as I inhaled the scent deeply. My thoughts drifted to his perfect ass, and I began to pleasure myself, I didn't have the energy to fuck or start something with him I just needed to get off. Besides he'd obviously already shot his load.
The desire to touch, to feel the warmth and fullness of his ass, to savor its perfection grew within me. I lean in, running your nose along the fabric, inhaling his scent once more. Imagining his underwear were him. He never let me sniff his ripe sweaty hole, he always had to be "freshly showered." So I had to sneak his dirty underwear when I got the chance. A shudder racks my body, the intensity of my desire pushing me to the edge of control.
When I think about my husband's ass, the first thing that comes to mind is how full and lush it is. The second this is how musky he gets. The two round, smooth cheeks are perfectly contoured, with a tight and inviting pucker in the center. The skin is taut and inviting, showing off the firm muscles underneath. , I can picture the gentle curve of his spine, leading to the peak of his ass. It's a sight that makes my heart flutter, and I can't help but think of my nose trailing down his crack.
As I stared at his underwear, the scent of his body essence intoxicating, I finally succumbed to my desires. I stroked hard and fast. As I gaze down at my small, thick cock, I can't help but feel a bit self-conscious about its appearance. Hair covers the base and low balls, adding to the overall rough, unkempt look. My slightly round belly and big bush makes it look smaller than it actually is. My cock is glistening with precum from the excitement and arousal. I wrapped my husband's underwear around my little cock and let out a low moan as I continued stroking. As I neared my climax, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation that only he could elicit. My orgasm washed over me in waves, the pleasure of fantasizing about him mingling with the guilt of not inviting him to play with me. Wishing I had the energy to put this load in his beautiful ass. I found his loaded up underwear often after that and loved the taste of him as it helped me get off.
The next week Sam stumbles into the house, sweat dripping from his forehead, after a long and strenuous run. I intercept him in the hallway, my desire all-consuming that I ignore the fact that he usually refuses to let me and say. "Babe, can I eat your ass? I'm so horny and need you to sit in my face right now please," I beg, my need palpable.
Sam, exhausted, brushes me off with a sigh, "I'm tired, honey. I need a nap. I'll owe you one later, I promise."
Frustrated, I shrug and move on, and head to my office. When I am passing by the laundry room thirty minutes later I notice Sam's soiled underwear, a wet slimy fluid revealing the evidence of a recent ejaculation. The thought of him spending himself in his underwear while I, his pig husband, was denied the same release and his ass, ignites a burning rage in me.
Without hesitation, I pick up the underwear, bringing them close to my face to inhale Sam's musky, post jerk off scent. Eagerly, I lick up his load, savoring the taste. As my hand snakes to my quickly growing cock, Irub the underwear against my shaft, reveling in the sensation of Sam's scent and the knowledge that he left me wanting. It proves too much, and I cum in a burst of pleasure, my body quivering with desire that's finally, albeit temporarily, sated.
A few months later I came home early from work. I felt like surprising Sam with a trip to the movies after school. But as I parked my car and walked through the front door I noticed Sam was no where in the house. I checked our room, my room, the back yard, and he was not where to be seen. Sam had been working out with Petter often going on runs and hikes so I didn't really think it was that out of the ordinary.
I stepped back outside to start walking across the street to look for him and froze in my tacks. I watched in disbelief as my husband, Sam, passionately kissed our neighbor in his garage door frame, Petter, gripping his ass and grinning down at him before turning around and not noticing my presence. The sight of my husband engaging in such an intimate act with a man that wasn't me sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through my body. My stomach churned, but my cock stirred in arousal.
As Sam almost skipped back towards our house, it was clear that he hadn't expected to be caught when got the out drive way he froze mid step and stood staring at me. His demeanor exuded both fear and guilt, as his shoulders slumped, his face paled, and his head hung low. However, as he approached me, a newfound determination seemed to take hold. He grabbed my hand and then proceeded to tell me of a prearranged plan they had in case they were discovered.
"I'm sorry, baby. Petter said if you ever caught us, I needed to bring you over right away to explain," Sam said, his voice quivering. "Come with me back to Petter's, and he will tell you everything."
I remained rooted to the spot, my mind frantically trying to make sense of this surreal situation. The unthinkable had just unfolded in front of my eyes, leaving me with a plethora of questions and an undeniable physical response. "Baby.... come now or I'm packing my shit." My world had been irrevocably shaken, and I knew I had no choice but to confront the situation head-on. So I started walking.
Sam leads us through the garage and kicked furiously on the door. I look around and notice the equipment and three jockstraps on the ends of the bar. Like trophies. Petter opened the door and started "Couldn't stay awa.... Oh" he smirked. And then moved back and motioned us in.
I walk into the dimly lit living room, immediately feeling a sense of unease. The heavy, cloying scent of sex, sweat, and unwashed bodies engulfs me. It's as if a pungent fog has been released, clouding my senses. A thin layer of dust covers every surface, and the once-beige couch is now a sea of stains and indistinguishable colors. It was a bachelor pad.
I notice empty beer bottles, take-out containers, and crumpled-up pieces of paper scattered around. It's clear that the place hasn't been cleaned in a while. It was making driving me nuts and I had just walked in. The television is turned on, and there is the porn playing on the screen, a twink taking a big cock from behind the angels changing every so often. The flickering light adds to the eerie atmosphere.
As I make my way through the house, the smell of man intensifies. Near the bedroom, I can see lube and sex toys. A discarded pair of boxers lays tangled on the floor, and the sheets, soaked with a mixture of sweat, cum, and other fluids, create a wretched, sticky mess.
My mind reels at the thought of someone living like this, but the more I examine the surroundings, the more I understand that it's a deliberate choice. The house serves as a perfect representation of the bachelor's disregard for cleanliness, order, and social norms.
"Look, your man needs this relationship with me, he practically begged me for it," Peter asserted, the confidence in his voice unwavering.
"What...?" I sputtered looking to my from petter to my husband.
He placed a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder, who leaned into the touch with an air of adoration. "He is my sweet, tight hole to fuck whenever I want."
I couldn't find my voice, my mind spinning with the revelation. Peter seemed to notice my internal struggle, his gaze drifting to my crotch. "What gives you the right to take another man's husband like this? Baby how could you do this to me," I managed to get out.
Peter's chuckle held a hint of amusement as he strolled down the hall to a nearby desk. And hands me a photo. It's of me in the laundry room my face shoved in my husband's underwear. Then he hands me another, and another, and another. Each one not connecting in that rage filled moment.
With a sense of dread, I just stare, a mix of horror and lust clouding my thoughts. The lines had been crossed, and there seemed to be no going back.
"You have been giving me permission right? At least that's what took your feral jerking of your little dick to be" he asked, running his fingers through Sam's hair in a tender yet possessive manner. "The first time, maybe you didn't know I'll give you that. But come one you had to have realized some point that that was his ass juice and a cum load in there after a while, a few days it was more than mine in there," he casually explained. His chuckle sent shivers down my spine as he continued, "Trust me, your man loves it, he's happy, I love it I'm happy, and form the looks of your crotch you love it too, so get off your high horse"
It appeared that I had little say in the matter, and that made me anxious, my loving husband now lay claim to an another man that apparently whored him out too? What the fuck.
"The confusion on your face tells me I haven't been clear enough, you wanna give it a try?" Petter looked to Sam with a measured tone.
Sam put both hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. I spoke clearly and said "I can't believe you're confused babe, It's been months since we've had real, intimacy. You never seemed interested in my desires or wants, whether it is fucking or having my ass eaten. You never even offered to give me head. With Petter, the chance was too tempting to pass up. And let's be real, our sex was far from satisfying. You know full well your endowment isn't impressive, and you're far too stubborn to ever bottom. I need to be filled, and Petter does that and then some. The way he fills me up, taking me completely, makes me feel like a real man. I crave that sense of fullness, of being completely at his mercy. It's a wonder I haven't done this sooner. I needed something you weren't willing to give me... well something you really can never give me. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I had to do what felt right for me."
Petter was rubbing Sam's back now encouraging him as he took his hands off my shoulders and stepped closer to him agin. "You can keep your husband man I don't want him for that, but he'll be mine, in every other sense. You'll provide for his needs, keep him healthy, and fed" Petter jiggles Sam's ass and Sam let out a giggle "and in return, I'll give him love and my cock. Just ensure to buy him sexy underwear now and again too." He added with a wink.
Sam, looked visibly disappointed at not getting to live here with him and as he started to play with Petter's painfully obvious erect penis through his thin gym shorts, Petter continued, "Think of it this way. To the outside world, you'll be a happy couple. The three of us will be the only ones who know the truth: I'm the only one who gets to fuck him. Keep him satisfied. And you'll be a cuck whose husband's holes are owned by another man."
He smirked, waiting for my response, while Sam's touch seemed to make his hips buck.
Before I could form a reply though, the bull took the opportunity to pull up his shorts lower and expose thick bush. With a hand on Sam's shoulder, Petter guided him to his knees in front of his shorts and immediately my husband started sniffing his bush. Licking and sucking on his hairs like his life depending on it. Taking in the musk of this man.
The reason I sniffed his dirty underwear in private is because he always made me take showers before we had sex and he never let me near him when he was sweaty, but he worshiped this man like this?
Petter lowered his shorts to his knees the whole cock swung out and hung down shining with the obvious cum, ass juice, and lube from their fuck right before we walked back in. As Sam began to service Petter, the deviant smiled down at me and said, "Get used to this."
My man's eager mouth bobbed up and down on Petter's cock, and I could see Petter taking a perverse pleasure in the act. As if to rub salt into my wounds, Petter glanced at my crotch, hard as fuck, as I watched the sickening display, I felt the bile rise in my throat.
Peter's cock, in all its glory, is now revealed before my very eyes. It's thick, and standing tall, easily reaching at least nine inches. The head, flushed with red veins, appears as if it's ready to burst it was so purple and engorged, a droplet of pre-cum beading at the tip.
I can't help but notice the smooth, velvety texture of the shaft, contrasting sharply with the tightness of my husband's lips now wrapped around it. The sight of my man's mouth, which usually looked so beautiful on my dick, now eagerly stretched taking in Petter's girth is enough to send a shudder down my spine.
As I watch the sickening sight unfold, I can't help but focus on the foreskin that has been pushed back, exposing the engorged glans. The foreskin looks a bit red and irritated, as if it's been pulled back countless times that day.
My gaze travels down to Petter's sack, which hangs low, the weight of it stretching the crease of his groin. Hitting my husbands chin as Petter fucked his mouth slowly keeping his eyes locked on mine. Those balls looked like they had a couple of oranges, each one of them heavy and menacing. The entire package is an embodiment of Peter's ruthless and predatory nature.
In that moment, I can't escape the image of this monster inside my boys hole. "How?" I whispered out loud. Not even realizing it. Petter just laughed and looked down at my crotch and back at me knowingly.
I tried to rationalize and understand what was happening, but my mind was clouded by everything. My eyes shifted from Petter, who was enjoying Sam's oral talents, to my husband, who was now sucking that dick like he forgot I even existed.
I couldn't bear the thought of this perversion any longer. I moved forward, determined to put a stop to it, but Petter's voice, cold and menacing, stopped me in my tracks. "You'll do as I say, or I'll make sure you meet some of my friend. I have buddy that's about to get out after 10 years. Pent up without any good hole to fuck... after he does me a solid and shoves you around just imagine what he could do to this ass." He reached over and spanked Sam. The whore moaned like this man hadn't just threatened me and I moved back.
My resolve crumbled, and I sank down in a chair, defeated. I was trapped in this vile scenario. My heart ached, knowing there was no going back and no way to save... well he didn't want to be saved. And the thing sitting in my chest that I didn't want to admit jealousy that I hadn't fucked him before this started. As Petter's smug, triumphant smile met my defeated gaze, I could only wonder what other depths of depravity I'd have to watch and endure. My cock was straining in my pants.
Petter looks back up at me and laughs "You'll learn to enjoy this arrangement." Petter reaches down and pulls Sam off his cock by his hair "I think I'm going to fuck you again bitch." My man lights up like a kid at Christmas. Petter looks at me and says "You're welcome to watch. I may need someone to help me with him. He's always squirmy when I fuck him back to back like this." Petter pulls Sam into his messy bedroom and pushes him down face-first onto the bed. I don't know what to do, but I just can't make my legs stand up form this chair and move to take me out of the house. My brain is screaming... how can you let this happen? What the fuck are you thinking? Petter yells from the bedroom, "Come in here and help me out." I walk into the room and my husband, my boy, is lying on the bed with his chest pressed against the mattress. His round, perky cheeks are in the air. That beautiful ass I love so much exposed and vulnerable.
In this position, I can see his hole, it is open and stretched gaped wide revealing a dark, pinkish interior. The edges are swollen and a very red, a clear sign that he's been fucked often and very recently. Maybe the few times I had offered to lick his hole recently this is why he had turned me down, he didn't want me to see his hole like this and know I obviously didn't do that to him.
A thick trail of cum leaks from his hole down to the bed, a testament to the carnage Petter has already wreaked on him earlier. He tells Sam "Yeaaaa push it out mmmmm let me see how I marked you earlier."
As I stand over him, I can't help but feel the full weight of this unfolding before my very eyes. My once patience kind husband now spread open, his body subjugated like a whore for Petter. My heart aches for him, but... aches for us... because I want him to bend over like that for me. To beg like this... for my dick. Panting like he is heat.
Petter, still standing next to the bed, speaks to me in a low, sinister voice. "You know, since you seem so interested in my whore, why don't you lick that cum up from the bed? It's a perfect way to pay homage to my relationship with your husband. Remember like you cleaned my cum from his underwear so many times, what's the difference in some sheets?"
I feel, something within me has been unleashed. I'm enthralled by the sight of Sam, ravaged and used. Petter's command is so alluring, pushes me to the edge. My body trembles, and I can't deny the desire that's taking over.
As if in a trance, I kneel down next to the bed, my mouth watering at the sight of the glistening trail of cum. Slowly, I lower my face, my tongue reaching out to lap up the slick, sticky residue from the sheets. I can taste the musky flavor of Petter's seed, and it's intoxicating with the scent of Sam's ass right there, so open and close to my face. Now that I know the cum is Petter's it's like my cock recognizes it for what it has been for the past few months, my jerk off inspirations.
I seem to be beyond reason. My man's used hole, and the leftover cum that clings to it, have become a perverse obsession. And in that moment, with Petter looming over us, I can't help but feel ready to embrace it. I pick my head up off the sheets and look down at that used and wrecked hole. And go to dive my nose into it. Put Peter grabs my hair and yanks me back "Wooah not so fast cuck. That hole is for Daddy to use. Not you. And I didn't give you permission to taste it directly from the source, just the leakage on the sheets." He tisked and moved me away by my hair, I let out a moan if pain.
He positioned his cock just outside Sam's hole. "Help me put it in, will you?"
I reach out with my trembling hand and wrap it around Petter's beer-can thick cock. It sends a shiver through me. I've never felt something so thick... and incredibly long, but it's thicker than anything I've ever seen.
"Line it up with his hole" Petter says as he looks me in the eye. I do as I'm told and he pushes forward. I really don't see how my son is going to take this monster. Petter seems to get what I'm thinking, "it was pretty tough the first couple times... lots of crying, some screaming, not sure how you didn't hear him across the street... but I've stretched him out good now." This explains why my man appears to be taking it all so easily and moaning like a whore.
Sam is whimpering underneath Petter as the massive cock is being pushed in and out of his used hole. He is completely lost to his dick. Incoherent. If I was standing in front of him I don't even think he could recognize me that's how fucked he was on this cock.
I can't help but think that there's no depth of humiliation I haven't reached. So, I unzip my pants and pull my engorged, dripping small dick out. A pool of pre-cum has collected at the tip, and I'm utterly soaked. Petter looks over, smirks, and locks eyes with me—a clear acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play.
Petter, moved in and out Sam, notices the pitiful state of my exposed, raging cock. He snickers and says, "I can't believe that pathetic little dick is all you've got. How did such a pathetic joke land such a beautiful piece of ass? What a joke. If only it were as powerful as mine, maybe you could've kept Sam from being corrupted by me, the like the. Maybe you could have kept your husband in your bed." He lets out a hearty laugh, and to emphasize his point he drove his cock all the way in balls deep his voice dripping with mockery and contempt. Sam shuddered his body shaking as he let out a horse moan that almost sounded inhuman. He turned back and looked at Peter and I didn't recognize the man under that dick. The malicious glee Petter derives from humiliating me, even in the aftermath of our shared debauchery, is a testament to the twisted nature of this predator. By this point I fucking loved it. I loved seeing my man like this. I knew what I was and what I couldn't give him, some part of me always had.
As Petter's breathing grows more labored, I can tell he's approaching his climax. Sam's body tenses, seemingly reacting to his lovers frenzied movements. I watch, mesmerized, as the young, stud of a man unleashes his semen into his fuck toy. Sam remains on his belly, and twitches uncontrollably , his body showing off his pleasure. He was babbling uncontrollably, almost compleltu incoherent. I never knew he could cum hands free like that. A hands free orgasm.
Petter finally withdraws his filthy, sweaty body and member from Sam's gaping hole. "He can't really form words for minutes after. I have to hold him till he comes too." He laughed. I see hsi hole quivering as it takes a long moment to close. Sam cuddles up to Petter as they resume their passionate kissing.
Petter, looks up and notices me still pitifully exposed hard ridged cock falling as I watch them jerking off and he smirks, "Sammy, darling, don't you think it's adorable how your husband trying to stroke his little pathetic excuse of a dick? But you've experienced the true power of a real man's cock haven't you baby boy. How could you ever take to something as insignificant as that? Maybe we should have pitty on him, let him slide in you after me. Get a feel for your hole after a real man owns you? Why don't you beg him for it baby?"
Petter's seductive influence on Sam is undeniable, as he turns his head to make eye contact with me. Lust and submission cloud his gaze, the intensity of his expression burning into my memory. Then, he leans back into Petter, surrendering himself fully.
"Whatever you want, Sir," Sam submits, his voice quivering with eagerness. "Baby Petter is right. You need to feel my hole after him. Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please, baby, put your cock in my hole. Please."
It's like I am clearly having an effect on Sam. He seems to doubt whether my own more average-sized penis can satisfy him. But his need is palpable, and the desperate longing in his eyes is impossible to ignore.
As he lifts his plump ass cheek, he meets my gaze with one final, irresistible plea as cum drips from his hole: "Please."
Moved by Sam's raw desire and devotion, I can't help but lunge forward, my hands closing around his hip. I overcome with the desire to satisfy this man who I now crave more than breathing, and I am eager to enter the void Petter's colossal cock has left.
Petter suddenly says, "Stop." And we both freeze "Now tell him the truth."
Sam looks at me and it's like he flipped a switch.
His face a mask of seething hatred and contempt, his features twisting as he viciously spews the truth. "I don't want it. I never want it in me again. I faked it every time you fucked me. I only moaned so hard and told you what you wanted to hear so you would hurry up and I could shower. Then I would really fucked myself with my dildo. That's how I've been living. That's how I've been satisfying MYSELF. You could never and will never satisfy me again."
The harsh words cut deep, slicing through the very essence of my being. Tears cascade down my cheeks as I absorb the shocking revelation.
I still stroked as I listened and owned this new role.
Petter started beating his dick again. Smiling from ear to ear as he looks at me cry, "You need a real daddy, not some pathetic wannabe who can't even satisfy your needs. I'll teach you the pleasures of the flesh and make sure you never feel lacking again baby boy. You'll never NEED a dildo to fuck you, just walk over here for this cock baby. Aren't you excited, sweetheart?"
Sam's response is a nod, his face flushed, and a smile of unbridled adoration for Petter. As he leans back in and whispers "I love you"
That sends a shockwave of despair through my body. I can feel the tingling of my arousal, but this time, it's a bitter reminder of how much I've been replaced.
Unable to resist the urge, I grip my rock hard, pathetic cock and begin to furiously jerk off. In the space of a few seconds, I'm overtaken by an explosive orgasm. My body jerks and convulses, and a stream of cum shoots out of the tip of my dick. I'm consumed by the intense pleasure, but it's tainted by the bitter realization that I've lost a part of my husband and my sense of masculinity and it is my fault. As the last shreds of my climax subside, I'm left with nothing but the bitter taste of defeat.
Petter eventually breaks away from his kiss and looks at me, his voice tinged with disdain. "I think it's time for you to leave. We need a few moments alone."
With a sinking feeling in my gut, I put my limp, spent cock in my underwear pull my work pants up and trudge home.
******
I snap out of my day dream as the door to the house opens and Petter walks in holding Sam's hand. "Hey guys, I made dinner."
