The Adventures of Mike and Scott
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Chapter 2
Mike---
Me: "Hey, any plans this Friday night?"
Lance: Fri -- Studying. Then head to Cabazon Outlets with some besties. Why? Want a date?
Me: Ha...Hah...Funny...Funny.
Me: Scott and I want to see if you could make it to our wine party. Just a small one...at our house. But school first. Maybe some other time.
Lance: Fuck school. I'm all in! What should I bring? I prefer beer but wine is cool. :-P.
Me: LOL. Just bring yourself here. We'll have tons of food.
Me: We want our guests to stay overnight so dress casually.
Lance: Oh, is that your plan trying to seduce me while I'm drunk? ;-P.
Me: Ha! Ha! Good one. We don't want you guys to face DUI.
Me: Alright! See you then.
Lance---
"Fuck! Mike is inviting me to his party. Oh...how I wish to suck on that thick pole...then witness that same rod impaling my tight little hole. He's married, but that makes things hotter."
I continue daydreaming, "Kiss me please, and hold me tightly. Be my boyfriend forever and divorce your husband."
I originally just wanted to flirt with Mike to kill time after becoming single. I'm starting to like this man a lot the more I get to know him. He's such a gentleman for putting up with that putz.
"Hey guys! Something comes up...can't go to the outlet on Friday. Sorry. TTYL." I text the group.
Scott---
"Hey...take a look at this," Jase is trying to show me something on his phone while I'm driving him to my place.
"I'm driving, hello!" I warn him but glance at it anyway.
"He is kind of cute. Who's that?" I inquire.
"A new employee at my workplace."
"You took his photo?! Slut! Did he know that?" I'm curious.
"Nope."
Jase likes young hot hunks; therefore, he and I are just BFFs.
"You can invite him if you want to. What's his name?" I tease.
"Rob. I wish. Hmmm...I don't really know him, but he's hot, isn't he?" Jase is having a daydream.
"What about that white dude you told me the other day?"
"Tim? He's just a friend, well...sort of. Anyway...Rob's cubicle is right next to mine. I hope one day..." Jase flashes a mischievous grin.
"Well...I can't wait to see you settle down with...you know...a nice guy who loves you. Now...will you please text Paul and see if he has left the house?" I ask Jase.
"Already at your house. Others are too." Jase replies.
The party starts.
"Those wings look very delicious. You should try both flavors," Julia, the wife of Tom, who is Mike's friend, suggests while seeing Lance having difficulty with choosing.
"Oh...hmmm...Am I in your way?" Lance startles.
"No. You are fine. I don't believe we have met."
"Julia...That's Lance...Rose's friend," Tom speaks as he walks toward them.
"He was at my birthday party."
"Oh...I apologize...we couldn't make it. Did you enjoy the indoor skydiving pass we sent you?" Julia asks.
"Oh yeah! Thanks! We haven't used it yet. I'm sure it will be fun...just waiting for Scott..."
"Is someone talking behind my back?" I join the conversation.
"Hey you! looking good as usual," Julia complements me.
"The skydiving pass," Mike reminds me.
"Oh yeah...we will...soon..." I smile and wrap my right arm around Mike's waist hoping to make Lance jealous.
"So...Lance...I suppose you're in college?" Julia switches the topic.
"Yub. 1 more year to go! Keep my finger crossed."
"What's your major?"
"Well...business with an emphasis in marketing. I'm not sure though...really. It's kind of hard to find a job in marketing nowadays."
"Heh, Mike! That's your field, right? Maybe you can help this young man out." Julia now directs her question at Mike.
"No! Mike is in finance. He can't help Lance." I quickly interject even without being asked.
"Actually...I might switch to accounting or finance...more career opportunities...you know," Lance fires back.
"Well...He's very busy with his work," I try to make a comeback.
"Well...finance ok, but accounting...eh," Mike speaks genuinely.
"Good! You can be my tutor. We can do that in your office while Scott is at work. No back out." Lance teases.
Mike's comment is just a matter of fact, somehow, I feel embarrassed and pissed. He is supposed to go along with me. I'm his spouse. I can't stand that grin on Lance's face when he just witnessed Mike inadvertently defended him again.
"Well...maybe I should go into nursing...just kidding...can't stand the hospital smell." Julia and Mike are laughing with Lance.
Lance continues, "In all seriousness...I really admire nurses like Scott...you know...for taking care of us...it's a noble thing."
What's his fucking motive here? Why suddenly praising me--I'm thinking.
The conversation ends a few minutes later.
While at the party, Jase cannot wait to show everyone Rob.
"Oh my! He's a cutie pie. Have you guys...you know...humped?" Lance cuts to the chase.
"No! Dude...I barely know him...I guess? not even sure if he's...you know...gay," Jase blushes.
"Here's what you should do...carry with you some chewing gum at all times." Everybody is looking at Lance confused.
"Wait! Here me out now. You will never know if he's going to approach you and start chatting. That gum will save your day if you happen to...let's just say have some garlic bread after lunch. And...and...just in case if you're nervous...you know...with nothing good to say, you can always offer him a piece of your gum. He'll thank you even if he doesn't want it. A good way to break the ice, eh."
"You have a point there," Jase agrees.
"And...I'm not done...try to accidentally scratch your ass. If he's into guys, you will know. Trust me," Lance jokes. We all laugh.
Everybody is enjoying Lance's company including me--sort of. At this moment, I don't really hate him per se, but I don't like him either. I guess I just want to be vigilant about his motives.
The party is going well. Even though it is a wine party, most of us choose beer and hard liquor instead.
At one point, somebody taps on my back, "Hey...sorry...you got any more ice?"
"Sure! Follow me." We both head to the fridge.
"Shit! I'm so sorry...Can you wait for a bit? I'll ask Mike to go get some," I suggest.
Mike is no where to be found. "Hey Tom, have you seen Mike?"
"Try the backyard patio lounge. He was with Jen there."
Jen is one of my cousins.
That's not my cousin! Sitting on the longue are Mike and Lance. I'm not sure what is going on, but right in front of my face is lance having his right back palm rested on my husband's left thigh--inches away from his crotch. Mike is rubbing his fingers on Lance's index finger trying to pinch something.
"Is everything alright?' I startle them but not enough for the hands to retreat.
"He got some splinter on his finger," Mike utters nonchalantly. "How does this feel?" Mike continues rubbing Lances finger.
"Ouch!" Lance screams using his other hand squeezing one of my husband's biceps. Did I just witness Mike flexing his bicep muscle in response to Lance's squeeze? Did I just see the injured hand inadvertently brush my husband's crotch when it jerked? I must have had a little too much alcohol.
I'm just standing there observing the couple fucking with their fingers.
"Yes?" Mike asks.
"Oh...ice....we're out of ice. I was just going to ask if you could drop by a store..."
"Later baby...busy right now," Mike causally replies without even looking at me.
"It's alright...I'll take care of it."
"Oh...before you go...get me a tweezer in the bathroom, will you?" It sounds like Mike's command as opposed to his request.
"Alright." As I start turning around, I take one last glance at the hand on my husband' thigh to see that it's still there--so close to his crotch.
Breathe and go ask someone else. Don't be a jealous prick. You're drunk. You can't drive. I talk to myself.
I'm a social drinker, but tonight I've been downing quite a bit of beer -- I guess I'm trying to suppress my nervousness and tension.
Most partygoers are starting to leave at around 8 P.M., contrary to our plan for them stay overnight. Julia and Tom are the first to go citing the need to check on their kids. I know Paul is not staying long so he has his brother come and pick him up. Jase is supposed to be sleeping over, but he bails out and leaves with Paul. By 10 P.M., most people are gone except for Rose, Lance, Mike, and me. We are still drinking and watching some late-night TV shows. I'm so inebriated that at one point I start puking in our living room creating a fucking mess. My head is exhaustingly pounding.
"It's okay uncle. Why don't you take Scott to rest? I'll clean up," Rose volunteers.
"Yeah, we'll take care of it," Lance agrees.
Mike---
"Shit, Scott!" My husband pukes on my polo shirt, and the vomit gets on my jeans as well while I'm trying to escort him to our bedroom.
"Are you alright? Let's walk slowly. Here...this way," I'm leading him to the bathroom downstairs instead, just in case if he needs to puke again. After giving Scott's face a gentle wash, I slowly direct him to our bedroom upstairs.
"Hold on honey. Here...lay down," I'm trying to make Scott feel as comfortable as possible.
"So sorry about the puke," the inebriated Scott murmurs.
"It's fine. You...okay?"
Scott says nothing.
"Just stay still. I'm here. I'll get you some warm water."
Scott has already dozed off when I return with the water. I place the glass on top of a cabinet then head to our en-suite bathroom trying to remove the stains from my clothes. The shirt is fucking smelly, so I decide to change into something more comfortable--gray sweats and a white sleeveless t-shirt. I'm staying with Scott for about 10 minutes just to make sure he is stable before returning to the living room.
"How's is Scott?" Rose asks me.
"He's asleep now."
"Wait you have something on your sweatpants," Lance utters as he extends his right hand out trying to remove it from my crotch. In doing so, he mindlessly touches the tip of my limp cock hidden in the sweats.
"Shit! I must have got that puke on when I changed the clothes."
Lance passes me some napkins before excusing himself to the kitchen to rinse his hands.
"Ok guys...I'm going to call it a night." Rose announces then makes a bee line for one of the guest rooms.
"Well...now just us two left. You...want to call it a night?" I ask Lance.
"Hmmm...isn't it a bit too early? Even my mom stays up later than that," Lance jokes. "Unless...you want to go in there and disturb your husband who's trying to rest and recover?"
Having to know Lance for a short period of time, I've come to realize that he's very witty, which I adore and respect.
"You've got a point. Yeah, let's just watch some TV and chilled. Go get a few Coronas and some lime, will you?"
"Yes, Sir!" Lance hurries to the kitchen as I walk back to the living room. My cock twitches very slightly upon hearing the word "sir."
I take the longest piece of the couch while Lance is sitting on one of the 2 smaller pieces adjacent to me. We resume drinking and watching some boring TV shows. We waste away for what seems to be almost 2 hours, then we switch to a flick when there's nothing else on but informercials.
It's about 2 A.M now, and I'm starting to doze off partly due to the alcohol. I feel a hand touching my shoulder.
"Mike...Mike," Lance is trying to wake me up. "You want to turn in?"
"Let's finish the movie. Can you get me another beer?" I say to Lance.
Lance comes back with 2 beers and place them on the coffee table. Instead of returning to his original seat, he is now resting right next to me.
We continue watching the flick in silence.
10 minutes later, my arms are starting to experience poor blood circulation, so I give them a good stretch then lay them flat on the upper frame of the couch. What happens next startles me--Lance scoops closer toward me and rest his head on my left shoulder!
"What are you doing?" I ask.
He just stares at me for a few seconds and whispers, "Is it ok?"
"No," I'm mumbling but not pushing him away, nevertheless. I stay quiet, so Lance takes that as my approval. We continue sitting in that position for a bit longer.
The movie switches to a kissing scene.
Out of nowhere, Lance breaks the silence and whispers, "Those two are so romantic."
I say nothing so Lance continues, "I like the smell of your hairy pits."
This is getting weird, but I keep quiet. We continue watching the movie in silence.
About 5 minutes later, I sense a hand resting on my left thigh. Instinctively, I gaze down at Lance, whose head is still on my shoulder with his eyes focusing on the flick. His hand is starting to give my thigh a very subtle pinch. That eventually turns into a light rub. With my drunken state and a lack of sex recently, I say nothing but just stare at the TV mindlessly. Lance seemingly infers my quietness as my acceptance again; thus, he boldly persists squeezing my thigh with more pressure this time. In no time, he is slowly moving the hand further toward my crotch. Before I know it, his entire hand is now resting on my soft, warm groin.
"I'm married," I remind him hoping to quell this forbidden sexual maneuver of his.
No word is coming out of Lance's mouth as he is gently squeezing my groin.
"I love Scott, and...and...he's upstairs."
Again, Lance stays quiet.
"I can't do this..." I try again.
Lance just ignores my gibberish and proceeds rubbing up and down on the confined outline of my growing penis.
"AWWW..." I close my eyes and moan. "Don't do this."
Lance manipulates my shaft until it gets rigid, then he moves down to my balls gently fondling them. His caress emits this ASMR that I wish would prolong forever. The groping is so sensual--soft, slow yet firm--probably better than Scott. I'm so hard and leaking precum as evidenced by a wet stain on my sweatpants. Without asking, Lance reaches inside the sweats and slowly strokes my dick up and down creating a friction that causes another involuntary moan from me.
"Take my cock out," I can't no longer think straight.
Lance is happy to comply and soon positions himself comfortably on the floor against my hairy legs. Slowly he pulls down my sweatpants enough to expose the solid hairy shaft and those two large saggy balls.
"It's hard and huge," he drools.
The sound of his soft voice causes my eyes to open momentarily only to witness that Lance has already pulled down his pants to his ankles revealing a nice thick cock. It really bewilders me that certain skinny guys do have big dicks. I'm bigger than Lance, but he seems to rival me in the dick thickness department, and his penis is cut with a large dark purple cockhead. Unlike Scott, Lance does have a nicely trimmed bush of pubes .
Lance---
I can't believe this is actually happening--a handsome, married hunk is drunkenly sitting here at my disposal while his husband is in the other room helpless. Mike is hard to break, but that only intensifies my determination to get in his pants.
Soon he is lost in his sexual ecstasy. I start stroking him fiercely until he is about to cum then I slow down. I occasionally stop completely just so that he can relish the sensation of his throbbing dick caused by my masturbation mastery. I can see his cockhead start leaking some precum on the slit. Without hesitation, I delicately descend my face to his cock deeply inhaling the manly aroma of his essence. Sticking my tongue out, I leisurely sample the sweet musky juice.
"Awwwww..." Mike moans.
"You like that?" I continue seductively rubbing his cock and balls and gingerly blowing some air into his cockhead just before I devour his whole cock, cramming the last inch down my throat.
"Awwwww..." Another louder moan escapes from Mike.
At this moment, I'm the center of Mike's universe. Nothing is relevant except for my seductive mouth greedily sucking on his knob. When I sense his imminent orgasm, I quickly and completely pull down my pants, turn around, and sit on his lap. Mike is so aroused that he starts ejaculating the moment his dick head lightly penetrates my asshole.
"Awwwww..." We both moans in unison.
I can feel his baby-making sperms splashing all over my pussy wall. Unable to sustain, I quickly get up and start jerking furiously. In no time, I burst cum all over his still-pulsing cock with some landed on his upper lip. Mike instinctively sticks his tongue out licking the cum clean while his eyes are closed.
Fuck! Mike is still hard. Seeing his erect cock drenched with both of our fluids, I scoot down and start jerking his cock, marinating his meat with our essence creating this wet sticky sound. It doesn't take Mike long to reach another volcanic orgasm. Just then, Mike opens his eyes staring at me attentively witnessing my cleaning our semen off my fingers. Oh boy! We are in heaven.
Mike---
I usually cum a lot, but not this much and this thick. Seeing Lance licking his cum-filled fingers while staring at me prevents my dick from going soft even after 2 orgasms. I'm so horny that I might be able to go for another round, but guilt starts to kick in destroying the mood.
"I'm going to turn in. Good night." I head to my bedroom feeling like shit for what I just did. As I lay next to Scott, the remorse starts to manifest in my head. "Why did you do it? You could have just fucking jerked off and be done. You let someone else jerk you and suck you. The tip of your cockhead penetrated his ass! You tasted his cum. What if Scott caught you? You need to come clean." I don't know how long this self-talk lasts, but the next thing I know is hearing Scott say, "Wake up sleepyhead. It's 10 A.M."
Scott---
Fuck, I must have been so wasted last night. This headache! Thank God Mike was there to take care of me. Heading to the kitchen I make myself a ginger tea. Mom says this will cure a hangover. Lance is sleeping in the sofa in the living room as I pass by him to the kitchen. Soon he is awakened by my task.
"Morning!" Lance surprises me.
"Hey, Morning! How was your sleep?"
"Good! Ouch," Lance makes a weird pain sound while reaching his left hand to feel his ass.
Did something happen last night? Why did he just scratch his ass? Did Mike fuck him in our own home while I passed out? Calm! You have no proof. But, no wonder the living room is redolent of cum smell!
Lance continues, "And how about you? You were pretty wasted last night...you know."
"Yeah...it must have been food poisoning combined with alcohol. I'm better now," I reply.
"Good! I'm going to head out. You mind if I use the restroom really quick?"
"Sure," I say.
While standing in the kitchen, I keep thinking, "Did they fuck? Mike will never do such a thing to hurt me. And, that whore is conniving. Don't get hard! Calm."
I just have to take a sneak peek at the trash bin to see if there is a condom wrapper. Nothing. Then I check the dirty clothes in our laundry basket. There's a mix of puke and semen smells. It's not unusual to smell cum in there as it could be from either one of us. I feel a bit relieved.
A little bit later, Rose takes off as well.
I make an extra cup of tea for Mike just in case if he needs it.
"Wake up sleepyhead. It's 10 A.M." I want our day to be productive.
"Hey...How are you feeling?" Mike asks.
"Like shit," I reply. "But better now. Here...drink this. I'll make you breakfast."
"No breakfast just yet."
"Ok but get out of bed!" I'm aware of my demanding tone, and I know Mike is trying to put up with me.
Mike enters the kitchen while I'm surfing the net watching some hot guys going live on a website I frequent. It's not an affair or that sort of thing; it's just my kink of spying on hot guys. I seldom chat with them; I'm just a spectator. Mike doesn't know about it, but I suspect that he does the same thing too privately. Mike startles me, but I close the browser before his suspicion.
"That was fun. We should do it again." I'm trying to act casually.
"Sure!" Mike agrees while replaying something in his head. Is he reliving their fucking moment?
"I'll clean up the mess later," Mike volunteers.
"It's okay. I'll take care of it," I assure him. It's strange that Mike takes the initiative to clean the house.
It has been a few weeks since the party. Our sex life has returned to normal somewhat. Recently, Mike has wanted me to masturbate and suck him more. I'm not complaining as I love jerking him off. He has said my hand skills are unparalleled.
Mike and Lance now exchange more text messages than before because Mike mistakenly assumes I'm okay with that? I need to find a way to access his phone just for some peace of mind.
One night, Mike and I are in bed watching some old Chinese kung fu movie. Mike loves them. I receive a call from Jase.
"it's Jase...sorry..." I say to Mike.
"Can you talk?" Jase asks me over the phone.
"We're watching a movie. Can I call you later?"
"It's okay honey. I'll pause it," Mike accommodates me.
"Sorry...I'll be right back," I excuse myself to the living room to continue the conversation. We chat for 15 minutes about this Rob. It looks like the conversation is not going to end anytime soon.
"Just a sec." I tell Jase as I walk back barefoot to the bedroom to tell my husband to continue without me.
Since I didn't close the bedroom door when I left the room, from my position, I have a very clear view of my husband on the bed with his eyes glued to his phone. He is so engrossed in whatever on the phone as confirmed by the bulge protruding from his grey briefs. I freeze; my heart is pounding. I'm helplessly standing there staring and intruding into his sexual privacy. Then it happens. His right hand reaches down and starts massaging the growing groin. I'm heartbroken, jealous, yet aroused. My left brain wants to believe that he is watching some porn--I can take that. But then, my right brain counters that, incriminating him for cheating because he is typing something. He types then grabs his crotch.
This goes on for a while. Oh my god...Is he having sexting with Lance??? Suddenly, I feel numbness all over my body except for my cock. I heedlessly reach for my bulge and give it a squeeze. I cannot explain the rationale behind my action--the scene just makes me erotically pissed. Then more squeezes ensue with more pressure. I've now completely forgotten about Jase's conversation. This is just too much so I reach inside my sweats and give my dick a few strokes. The slime of my precum is now coated my hand as I stroke away fiercely.
Abruptly, Mike puts down the phone and gets out of bed pacing toward the door. He almost catches me, but I'm faster. I rush back to the living room sofa, heart pounding, pretending to be immersed in the conversation with Jase. He is definitely aroused as I see the huge bulge swelling when he gets up.
"Hey babe...you're gonna be on the phone for while?" Mike checks on me.
"Sorry!" I indirectly give him a facial expression that this conversation is going to be for a while.
"No...take your time. I'm just going to lay in bed. Let's continue the movie some other time."
"Ok. Sure." I don't know what else to say.
With that he walks back to the bedroom and almost closes the door.
Shit...shit.... dammit...how am I going to catch him??? I'm thinking to myself. I'm so pissed at everything now for no reason...
It is surprising how curiosity/jealousy can make one do crazy things. I have got to see this. I wait for about 5 minutes then end the call with Jase. Furtively, I crawl toward the door. The door crack is sufficient for me to spot the bed fortunately. Where is he? WTF? I see an empty space on my husband's side of the bed.
I'm pushing the door in a bit just to gain a better view of the surroundings. He is not in bed. All this happens while my dick is so rigid that it will explode with cum if I touch it. Not convincing, I'm pushing the door in a little bit further. He's not there again! But...the bathroom is closed. Is he jerking off in there? I'm slowly tiptoeing to the door in hopes of discovering something. I'm hearing the texting sounds. I'm hearing some lube being rubbed on a cock. He is absolutely jerking off while texting, and I can't confront him. Instead, I am sitting on the carpet with my ears glued to the door and fondling away. My cock is bursting with cum everywhere in my underwear in seconds! Fuck! My dick is still hard after the climax. I usually need time to recharge after a massive orgasm. He's been in there for at least 10 minutes. Suddenly, I'm hearing a clear but restrained grunt. My husband must be shooting loads and loads of cum. I'm instantly shooting again without touching myself this time.
I rush back to the living room pretending to be talking with Jase. About 5 minutes later Mike comes out to wish me goodnight.
"Ok baby. I'll be there in a bit." I tell Mike showing my straight face.
The living room is now silent as I start reflecting on our relationship. Is there a problem? Is he cheating on me because I'm demanding? My internal dialogue continues, "You are bossy. Your silly demands like...making sure he closes the window curtains in a certain way--he doesn't give a fuck. He only does it because he loves you. You're pushy! And who cares if food is not well organized in the refrigerator--consider yourself lucky to have a man do grocery shopping for you, dumbass. And you watch porn behind his back--you think that's not cheating? Blah...blah...blah. And, you are very adamant about changing your way."
Am I starting to lose him? I'm worried as a few drops of silent tears are starting to roll down my cheek.
20 minutes passes by, I revert to our bedroom to retire. Mike is already asleep. Before settling in, I make a stop to the bathroom to empty my bladder. Oh fuck...the smell of his cum permeates the whole bathroom. It is much stronger near the dirty laundry basket. It's coming from his briefs. Instinctively, I start searching for the briefs, which were hidden near the bottom of the pile. The crotch panel of the briefs is still damp with cum. I literally place my nose against the crotch and deeply inhale his manly aroma. At this point, all the common sense is thrown out the window. I start licking the wet stain while my cock is engorged instantly. I haven't tasted his cum for a while because he usually ejaculates inside my rectum. I keep licking and stroking. My vision is switching to Mike and Lance fucking. My husband is bending Lance over the dining table impaling Lance's tight virgin hole with his fat 8-inch rod. Mike is fucking Lance so hard until Lance is impregnated with Mike's vital man juice that is supposed to be reserved for me exclusively. I cum again--three times in one night.
Mike---
I've been trying to come clean with Scott about the jerk-off incident between Lance and myself. Scott can be jealous at times, and I don't want to risk our relationship. That said, I have been thinking about Lance a bit more since that session--probably because it's a taboo? I don't really know. I have even asked Scott to masturbate and suck me more often just to relive that fleeting experience. I guess I should have taken some blame because I knew shit would get out of hand if I`d continued allowing Lance to seduce me. It's easier said than done though.
Scott and I are generally compatible. Although he can be a pain in the butt sometimes, he's overall sweet and caring--just bossy. He's like my little angel/devil to be loved and spoiled. We have been together for a long time, but I feel the sex has become somewhat like a chore--lacking sparks. I'm 46, so...yeah...I want some adventures to invigorate me. I want to feel young and desirable. Maybe I should take Lance's advice--being risky and adventurous to feel alive and sexual. What should I do? Maybe fuck Scott in a public bathroom? Or...maybe make him jealous as I remember how turned-on he was during our love making when he asked me about Lance? Threesomes? Scott, another bottom, and me? He's not going to go for it. Another top? But, am I prepared to be intimate with another top? I've never done it. Well...when push comes to shove, I suppose it should be a younger top. Is that going to relight the passion flame? Is that going to make Scott happy? Is that going to be enough for me? Am I really prepared if things get out of control? I hate to go down that road--losing Scott, i.e.
With Lance it's a different story. He's not someone I want to grow old with. I don't know...maybe I haven't known him that well? We usually chat either about stupid things or sex. I don't really know much about his personal life. That said, Lance doesn't give a fuck; he lives in the moment. He's like a go getter.
One evening at our dining table...
"Babe, the pork chops are delicious!" I complement Scott for his great choice.
"Yeah. Sam Woo BBQ. Their Peking ducks are also bomb. Maybe another day."
"Your mom makes good Chinese grilled pork as well...What is it called? Maybe you can ask her to teach you, and...your hubby will be a happy camper."
"Xa xiu...Na...too much work," Scott replies then quickly corrects himself, "Maybe! You're right...I should learn a few things from her just so we can eat out less and be healthier."
"Well...then someone should go to the gym with me more often if he wants to be more healthy." I make a joke knowing Scott is not a big gym fan.
"I don't want to be bulky! It makes me look even shorter!"
"I didn't say you have to be bulky...I like the way you are...Just do cardio...good for you."
Suddenly, it occurs to me--Scott wants to cook? Where's that coming from? He hates cooking. It's promising, nevertheless.
The room is silent for a minute.
"Babe...Are you happy with me?" I'm trying to start the confession.
"Of course! Babe." Scott pauses then continues, "I know I'm an asshole sometimes. And...I also know I'm a controlling freak once in a blue moon..."
I give him a dubious look and say, "Once in a blue moon?"
"Ok...ok...bossy sometimes...and...and...I know you have put up with me for a long time."
Scott pauses then continues, "Thank you."
Taking a deep breath, Scott carries on, "That's just me, and you knew that before we got married."
Scott pauses then continues, "Hmmm...I guess I should be more...you know...how should I say this...accommodating? It takes time...It's like...you know...It's like you're trying to quit smoking."
What have I just heard? That is music to my ears.
"Babe. I married you not because of your looks. Yes, you can be difficult at times, but it comes with the territory. I married you because I love you--not just the good part of you."
A pause. "But...I wouldn't mind being pampered sometimes." I tease Scott. "Come here."
We are now hugging. I continue, "I was just afraid...you know...if you were getting bored with me. I'm 46, and you are just 27. I was thinking if we could somehow make our marriage more exciting...you know adventurous...lively...just to spice things up."
"Oh! Like...going to a nude beach?" Scott guesses.
"Well...sure..." we both giggle.
"Or...like you jerk me off in a theater while we are surrounded by people."
"Pervert!" Scott quips.
"Yeah?" I whisper in Scott's ear.
"Yeah."
As we are about to kiss, my phone rings.
"This is Mike."
"Hey Mike. Steve here. Got a minute to chat?"
"Yeah. What's up!"
"Well...congratulations! Your KPG acquisition report has been approved by the board. I'm here to let you know to expect the remaining compensation to hit your account shortly. They are very pleased with your forecasting. And...you are going to get some discretionary bonus on top of your fees. I think you'll be content, Mike."
"Holy shit! Thank you," Mike rejoices.
"What?" Scott subvocalizes.
"Shzzzz..." Mike tries to hush Scott.
"Mike...How about a trip to Cancun for a week?" Steve continues.
"That's awesome! For how many?"
"Hmmm...I'm not sure about the size of your family, but...hmmm...I'm sure we can work something out. We might be able to provide for up to 5. Not sure. Just call my receptionist Becky and give her the headcount, then we'll talk."
Steve goes on, "We have some other big projects down the road that we would like to engage you in it. What's your schedule for the remainder of this year and next year like?"
"I'll take a look. We'll let you know," Mike replies.
"Fair enough. Alright I'm going to let you go...enjoy your evening with your family. Talk later." Steve hangs up.
"Well, you want to share the news?" Scott can't wait.
"Hmmm...maybe a kiss first," Mike teases.
"Come on!"
"Alright...alright...They decided to proceed with my findings. Remember the KPG project?" Mike continues, "He wanted to notify me to expect the final payment plus...plus...a discretionary bonus!"
"How much is the bonus?" Scott asks.
"Shit! I forgot to ask." I was so excited. "We'll find out in a few days."
Mike continues, "And...and...I was given a reward--a trip to Cancun. 1 week."
"For 2?" Scott asks.
"Well...that's what I thought, but they might be able to accommodate up to 5."
"Wow! Cool...we'll bring a gang there!" we both are overjoyed.
"I'm so proud of you honey," Scott gives me a hug, then a peck while his right hand slowly massages my ab leading to my crotch.
"Hmmm...that's nice...I can enjoy a nice hand job right now."
With that, I lift Scott up carrying him to the living room abandoning our food.
I'm laying Scott down on the couch then beginning to kiss him. I'm guiding his hand back to my genitals while laying back, luxuriating the sexual sensation coming from my crotch. I'm visualizing Scott's gentle massage...his adorable face...his smooth body. Suddenly, as Scott raises his head to face me, I see Lance. Soon, my subconscious mind is muddled with images of Scott and Lance flashing back and forth.
This goes on for a while. Eventually, the face of Lance and his magical hands overpower those of Scott. Lance is all I can focus now while Scott has been neglected temporarily. Lance (I mean Scott) starts going down on me with his mouth. He is pulling my foreskin back to reveal the sensitive mushroom cockhead before sucking on the crown with his succulent lips causing tingling sensations throughout my body. Slowly, he descends on my rod until he swallows 3/4s of it. He keeps sucking.
"Yeah...suck it Lance," I mumble accidentally.
"What babe?" Scott pauses trying to discern my words.
"I said suck it babe... You're doing great." I almost got busted.
The wet sucking goes on for a while. When Scott senses my imminent orgasm, he replaces his mouth with his right hand and proceeds jerking away rapidly.
The friction is just too stimulating, and I cum all over my shirt and Lance's--no Scott's hands.
"Thanks baby! I really needed that. Gonna go take a quick shower." I feel tired but elated.
"What about the food?" Scott asks while trying to clean his cum-filled fingers with Kleenex.
"Tomorrow...I guess...Come to bed soon so we can watch some movie." I tell Scott while thinking that Lance would have licked the cum off his fingers instead. What a waste!
I head to the bedroom.
Scott---
"Hey babe! I'm home." Mike is not in the living room. Putting down my murse on the coffee table, I try his office.
"Hey babe! Wingstop. Your favorite." I raise the food bag to Mike as he is busy with his work.
"Oh Goodie! You're the best," Mike blurts.
"Hey babe...I called you earlier. Was going to ask you to pick up some Head & Shoulder from Target on your way back. It's okay...We can do that later." Mike says.
"You did?" I reach inside my pocket for the phone.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! I lost my phone!" I'm panicking.
"What!? Just calm down...think...when did you last use it?" Mike tries to calm me down.
"I don't know!" I'm thinking...
"Fuck! In the bathroom...at Jase's house."
"Call him and find out," Mike suggests.
"Let me borrow your phone."
"It's on the coffee table," Mike answers.
"Be right back." I rush to the living room.
"I can't access. Passcode?" I shout out from the living room.
"Your birthdate, 0704!" Mike tries to match my scream from his office.
Then, it hits me--I have his passcode! I'm all shaking and excited instantaneously .
My phone is indeed at Jase. He's on his way to our house with the phone.
Here I'm standing in the living room thinking...he uses my birthdate as his code. That's cute. He loves you, dumb shit...just drop the whole thing. But, the horniness and curiosity won't give up. I want to start searching for evidence. This is quite risky, though, as Mike can walk into the living room any seconds. Fuck, I don't care.
I'm trembling from the excitement of what I'm about to find. As I click on the chat icon, Lance's name appears on top. Slut. My name appears underneath Lance. "Fuck!" I say out loud in my head. There are many text messages. It's going to take a while! Where to begin? I decide to start from the top. I keep gazing back and forth between Mike's office door and the phone.
Messages on 6/26 (flash back to the very beginning when Lance asked Mike to be his fake boyfriend)
Lance: Hi! Hmmm Rose said you agreed to help me with this boyfriend thing. :-P.
Mike: Oh...hey there! Yeah. Sure, I guess lol...but how?
Lance: I don' know lol...
Lance: I was thinking maybe a few snapshots of us pretending to be together...should be convincing enough? LOL
30 seconds later...
Mike: Hmmm...sure...just hop by my place tomorrow at around 10ish...you know where I'm at, right?
Lance: Yeah...I was at your birthday party, remember? ; -)
2 minutes later...
Lance: Would that be cool with your hubby? Don't want to cause any trouble...
1 minute later...
Mike: Yeah...I'll tell him...no worries...he won't be home...he works day shift this week.
That is true. My schedules are mostly night, but sometimes I need to cover others.
Lance: Cool...Thx! ; -)
Mike: LOL
I skip some meaningless chats to the messages on 6/28.
Lance: Hey...Thanks a lot for being my 5-minute HOT BOYFRIEND to help me get rid of that asshole. : -p. Those snapshots looked very convincing lol."
I recognize this message--it popped up on the day when this whole perverse journey began. I think I was lying in bed at that time.
1 hour later...
Mike: LOL... did it work?
Lance: He hasn't texted me since so... : D
Mike: LOL
20 minutes later...
Lance: You were hot in those clips. ; -)
3 minutes later...
Mike: Ha ha...thx I guess??
Lance: How I wish it would last longer than 5 minutes : -(
Lance: J/K
Mike: Ha ha...too bad...I'm taken...married
Lance: I like married men...older married men to be precise ;-P.
Mike: I'm sure you can find one easily with your charms and hotness.
Lance: You think so? ; -)
30 minutes later...
Lance: I owe you one. How about lunch on me?
Mike: It's cool...don't need to...
5 hour later....
Lance: I'm bored!!! LOL
5 minutes later...
Lance: Sorry to annoy you with all this texting...I'll stop
Mike: LOL...no...it's cool...freedom of speech, right? I mean text...lol
Mike: I'm trying to finish this project...
Lance: Oh!! Sorry
Mike: No...done now...what's up!
Lance: My dick! LOL ; D
Mike: Ha ha...same here
Lance: Really!! Drooling face.
Mike: J/k lol
Mike: You are such a little pervert! Lol
Lance: Well...you said it! I just wanted a confirmation. : -)
Lance: And oh...I'm not that little down there just an FYI
Mike: lmao...slut
Lance: A photo of his fat butt sent
Lance: You can sample this anytime
Mike: LOL...I don't think so...
Lance: Well...at least it's not an outright no. ; -)
10 minutes later...
Lance: You there!?? Knock knock
Mike: Yeah...I was just chatting with Scott.
Mike: LOL...you're unbelievable!
Lance: My ass?! : -P
Lance: You texted me while he's in the room. : -O.
2 minutes later...
Mike: LOL...he's cool...besides...nothing's going to happen.
Mike: Alright buddy...we're heading out to lunch. TTYL.
I'm so soaked with precum in my pants. This SOB was obviously trying to seduce my husband. Mike seemed to go along with him.
I can't continue reading like this with a hard-on. Mike is going to catch me.
I wait until my willy deflates a bit, then walk back to his office.
"Yeah...Jase has my phone...He's coming over." I hand the phone back to Mike.
"Babe...I'm gonna take a quick shower."
"Okie dookie," Mike responses.
As soon as the bathroom door is locked, I strip off my clothes. Then, I turn on the shower and let the warm water wash over my body. With my right hand, I instantly grab my dick and jerk away. I'm repeating their texts in my head... "What's up!" "My dick!" "Same here." "Bubble ass." "Sample at any time." I'm so aroused. Without thinking, I start fucking my ass with my index and middle fingers while jerking away. Within seconds I ejaculate.
When the horniness ceases, reasonable senses return. I'm contemplating while standing under the shower head. Is my husband cheating on me? Why has he allowed Lance to flirt with him like that? Maybe it's nothing but just a harmless flirt? And...have I given him the ok? Maybe I'm overly sensitive? Jealous? No...I don't know....need to read more of their text messages. Feeling defeated, I get out of the shower and join my husband.