The Adventures of Mike and Scott
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Chapter 6
Scott-----
"Guys, I need to make an announcement," Jase looks serious as he joins us in the living room.
"Come on! What is it? You're making us all nervous," I get impatient.
"I...ummm...I have lost 3 pounds! Woohoo!"
"Ugh. Here I thought you were in trouble or something," I sigh.
"Thanks, Scott, for the workout suggestion...well...basically for everything heh heh."
"Awww...Come here. Congratulations!" I give him a hug even though I don't really deserve the recognition.
"I think you should thank that man standing over there. He's your source of motivation," I'm pointing to Mike.
"Mike, thank you," Jase says as he extends his arms out to hug Mike. Mike accepts it with open arms. Is it my imagination? The hug seems to last longer than it should be, but I dismiss it.
"I got a bunch of strawberries the other day. Who's in the mood for a strawberry shake?" I offer trying to break the hug.
"Is it fattening? Just kidding! Can you add less sugar in mine?" Jase asks.
"Sure. Mmm...your back?" I casually ask Jase as he places his right hand behind his back.
"Oh, nothing serious. I might have strained my back from the jogging. It's a bit sore and stiff. I'll survive, hah hah."
"Hey honey, why don't we let Jase borrow our heating pad. That might help," I say to Mike.
"Sure. Maybe a back rub and a warm bath will help. Go to your room, I'll give you one," Mike casually and innocently offers.
What?! My husband's impromptu offer stirs me up a bit, but he is correct. A good rub with some essential oil should help relax the muscles. As much as I want to put this thing between Mike and Jase on the back burner, I cannot ignore how congenial these two have become. Before Jase's moving in, Mike was oblivious to Jase's well-being. My husband did not hate him per se, but they just didn't seem to click. At times I had tried to refrain from talking about Jase excessively when Mike and I had discussions because I knew Mike would find the topic boring and would just pretend to agree with me.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but I'm dying to see how things have progressed between them. So far, I have not observed anything unusual, but in fairness my work schedules have not afforded me the time to be around them as much as I would like. Mike doesn't seem to be so sneaky with Jase, but I can tell that Jase does exhibit some tension toward my husband. I'm not sure what it is. Is Jase trying to hold back his lust for Mike because he is afraid that I might not approve of it? Or, it could be that I'm just insecure, overanalyzing stupid things given my recent experience with Lance. Anyway, life has been great. I've been having hot sex with Mike. We've added Juan to our lovemaking once in a great while. Talking about Juan, I haven't chatted with him much lately. He hasn't even replied to the text I sent him last week. I'm not sure what is going on with him. With that said, I must confess that I do miss something in my life--those sporadic out-of-this-world jerkoffs elicited from my husband's interactions with Lane. To this day, I still cannot explain the immense turn-on derived from spying on my husband. Thankfully, Mike doesn't know that. Hmmm...I should google this so-called fetish to see if it's normal. Enough with the self-talk, I need to act normal and stay on course with this sudden back-rub conversation.
"Yeah! That's a good idea, honey. I'm going to go make some shake. You want some too?" I ask Mike.
"I'm fine, baby. I'll get some supplies. Meet you at your room, Jase."
Minutes later, I approach Jase's bedroom to let him know his shake is ready, I hear my husband and Jase giggle.
"I can't rub your back if you keep moving," Mike complains in a nonserious way.
"Sorry. It tickles," Jase titters.
"This is tickle," Mike is being flirtatious.
"Oh, stop!" Jase cries of joy.
Mike must have gone all out as Jase cannot contain his loud, silly laugh. I really don't want to disturb their fun moment as I embarrassingly and secretly enjoy eavesdropping their intimacy outside the room. Nonetheless, I'm just too curious to find out what is actually happening in there.
"Hey guys! Jase, your shake is ready. It's in the fridge. Is everything alright?" I interrupt them.
"Yeah! Thanks," Jase replies.
"We're good, baby," Mike adds.
"Your husband is mean. He tickles me. Ahh," Jase resumes laughing as Mike continues poking his fingers all over Jase's back in my presence.
They seem to have fun horsing around and ignoring my existence. It feels weird to be a third wheel watching them like that.
"I'll be in the living room," I quietly excuse myself before realizing that I've accidentally closed the door on my way out. Acting like 2 grown-up kids, they don't seem to pay much attention to my announcement.
Shit! Dummy. Why did I close the door? Now, I can't spy on them. Silly! Why do I want to spy on them anyway? Stop it! Show some confidence, I remind myself mentally. Even with the door closed, I still hear occasional laughs with my ears placed against it.
It's been 15 minutes, and Mike is not done yet. I keep staring at the closed door impatiently. What has taken them so long? Instead of knocking on the door, I do something stupid and irrational, sneaking up on them through Jase's bedroom window just to see what the hell is going on. I suppose jealousy makes people do foolish things.
Breathe. Breathe. I feel so nervous and anxious, probably more than how I felt months ago when I spied on Mike and Lance. Could it be because my husband is fooling around with my best friend? Then, I'm reminded that we have agreed to an open marriage. Shit, this is so wrong--spying on Mike. I should just embrace my husband's little extramarital interest as he did for me when I was with Juan. It's not the same, though. Those were threesomes, and Mike was there too. Wait, did I coerce Mike into having the threesomes? Did he participate in them just to appease me? I don't really have an answer. Shit, the jealousy is just unbearable. Plus, my dick seems to betray me at this very moment, supporting the spy and overriding my decency.
Fuck! I can't believe I'm doing this in the daytime. I hope I won't get caught by a neighbor as that would be awkward and humiliating to justify my action. Slowly, I climb on a piece of concrete, raise my toes, and peek through the window. Everything seems normal. Mike is slowly and firmly rub Jase's back. Oh, Jase is now in his boxer briefs! He was in shorts earlier when I last saw him. I'm starting to sweat while glancing at them for minutes. Hmm...nothing really convinces me of an affair though. Opps! Mike raises his head, but he's not gazing toward my direction. It looks like Mike is done as he playfully slaps Jase's butt, signaling the end of the massage.
"This is so good! I don't want to get up," Jase whines.
"Oh yeah?" Mike says then quickly begins tickling Jase under his pits.
"Ha! Ha! Ok! Ok!" Jase laughs then turns his body around.
Mike definitely enjoys his torturing of Jase a bit too much. It looks like Jase is trying to gamesomely retaliate. Soon they go against each other tickling away like 2 lovers. WTF! Why am I turned on watching them tickle each other? Mike is just too strong for Jase. Soon, he has Jase's arms pinned above his head. In doing so, Mike's face ends up just a few inches from Jase's. They are now intensely staring at each other. Are they going to kiss? I don't really know what to make of this situation as my heart is pounding rapidly. Why do I feel so calm but angry, disappointed, and hard at the same time? I should barge into the damn room, slap the shit out of Jase, and kick him out of our house! I do none of those things but continue staring at them. They are just staying still in that position for at least 5 seconds, looking into each other's eyes. Then, Mike is interrupted by Jase's soft words, "You're hurting my arms."
"Oh sorry," Mike releases his grasp, gets up, and extends his right arm to help Jase up.
"Thanks."
"Yeah. Sure. You should use the pad tonight. It should help with the soreness," Mike says then leaves the room.
I literally have to run back to our kitchen through the backdoor pretending to be busy with rearranging stuff.
"Hey, baby. How was your shake?" Mike asks.
"Good. I made some extra just in case you change your mind."
Mike says nothing but just gives me a peck on my forehead then makes a beeline for our bedroom.
"Where's my shake?" Jase asks a moment later.
"Here. How is your back?"
"Mmmm...a bit better. Hey...ummm...I want to ask you something," Jase starts talking as we walk toward the living room.
"I've been thinking about going back to school to finish my B.S. What do you think? You think it's a good idea? I hate school, but I can't survive on my current salary," Jase dreads.
"Oh. I don't really know, Jase. It's nice to have a degree, but that doesn't really guarantee a good job. It took me a while to find one after graduation. You were there, remember? So, I don't know. Why don't you pursue a career for which you have a passion? Even if the money is not there, at least you enjoy it. Trust me, your workdays will go by much quicker."
"Well, I enjoy sex so maybe I should become a whore, hah hah," Jase jokes.
While talking about Jase's future, my focus keeps shifting back to the probability of him and Mike getting it on. I want to be upfront with him about this, but it's easier said than done.
"How about another part-time job?" I suggest.
"I don't have technical skills like you, and I don't really want another clerical job," Jase says.
"You might want to try something online like, ummmmm, network marketing?"
"Nah. It's just not interesting, and there are so many scams out there. I need quick money now," Jase sighs.
"Why? Are you in trouble financially?"
"No. I just want some financial security. I want to have my own place soon, you know. I don't want to keep taking advantage of you guys. I just want to be debt free," Jase answers.
"Sure? You're not hiding anything from me?"
"Yeah," Jase answers.
"Don't worry. You can stay here for as long as you want until you're ready."
I hope I won't regret later.
Mike-----
Standing right next to the bathroom sink in our master bedroom, I replay the scene that just happened in Jase's room after splashing some cold water on my face. I'm quite certain something happened earlier while I tickled and pinned Jase down on his bed. What was that? Honestly, I've been trying to help the kid lose some weight just because that will make Scott happy. I don't really care much about Jase let alone having a sexual interest in him. What was that all about, though? It's not like I have been deprived of sex with Scott.
"Are you okay in there, baby?" Scott knocks on the door.
"Yeah! I'll be right out."
"No rush! Jase and I are heading to Target. Do you need anything?" Scott asks.
"Yeah, shaving cream. Thanks babe."
"You got it," Scott replies then leaves.
"Look at you! Crazy," I nervously laugh at my reflection in the mirror. Fuck, I need a beer.
Scott-----
I keep replaying that moment when Mike and Jase were about to kiss. If Jase hadn't blurted out, would Mike have sealed the kiss then? What would that mean though if they had actually kissed? Was it their first time? Oh gosh, my dick is starting to respond to these naughty thoughts already. It's strange because I don't feel hurt; I just feel uneasy and protective. I keep asking myself if I really want Mike to come out to me with his relationship with Jase? The possibility that I might end up sharing my husband with my best friend is just weird. I'm sure it will be awkward for them as well since we are under one roof. I suppose a better course of action for now, assuming that there is something going on, is to just keep quiet and see how this will unfold.
An opportunity to spy on them presents itself one night. We all are watching the horror movie, Bird Box, in the living room. Suddenly, an idea comes up. My plan is that I excuse myself to bed early citing not feeling well from the popcorn. It's trite, but who cares. Mike and I usually go to bed at around midnight on most weekends. If my husband is not in bed by then, there might be something going on. And so, I wait until around 11 P.M. to execute the plan.
"Baby, I got a strong headache. I'm just going to go lie down a bit."
"Are you alright? No fever. Okay. We can continue it tomorrow," Mike is concerned.
"No. You guys keep going. I'll catch up later after I feel better."
"I agree with Mike. We can continue this later, Scott. It's not like we have to finish it today," Jase says.
Hmm...They don't seem to see this as an opportunity for them to get it on. I can't back out now.
"Come on, you guys, it's Saturday. No one goes to bed early. I'll be fine. I'll take a Tylenol and rest for a bit."
"Are you sure?" Mike asks.
"Yeah," I reply.
I quickly retreat to our bedroom. I deliberately leave the door open a tiny bit just so I can sneak out without making a squeaky door sound. I plan to creep downstairs 30 minutes later, but the excitement has gotten the best of me. Instead, I find myself crawling and hiding behind one of the stair step supporters spying on them just 15 minutes later. Nothing unusual happens--they are still in the same position as before. After a few minutes of spying, I get bored and return to the room. Then, 5 minutes later, I can't help it but repeat the creeping. As usual, they're just sitting there watching the movie, so I return to the bedroom. At around 11:50 P.M., Mike surprises me when he enters the room. I quickly close my eyes pretending to be asleep.
"How are you?" Mike whispers.
"Uhh...I feel a bit better? What time is it?"
"Midnight. We're going to watch another flick. Are you up to it?" Mike asks.
"I think I'm going to turn in but go ahead and continue. I'm a big boy. I can sleep by myself," I joke.
"Ok. Call me if you need anything," Mike kisses me on the lips then leaves the room.
It looks like something might finally happen. My stomach is jittery anticipating the action. After 20 minutes of tossing and turning, I decide to sneak up on them again. Much to my chagrin, nothing sexual happens. Maybe there is nothing going on between them. Maybe I've been overanalyzing the entire situation. I quit the peek after my second fruitless attempt.
Feeling somewhat relieved but tired, I begin to doze off shortly. Somewhere in my sleep, I'm awaken by an outside noise. It's Mike who is snuggling behind me.
"Hey. Did I wake you up?" Mike asks.
"Yeah. Sort of. What happened?"
"Jase fell asleep, so we just called it a night," Mike answers.
"Oh."
"You're feeling better?" Mike asks.
"Yeah. Good night."
"Goodnight," Mike whispers.
Jase-----
A few weeks later...
I haven't told anyone yet about my new side job as a camboy ever since Scott elaborated on Juan's camboy job. I've been secretly doing this myself for weeks at night. Although I haven't made the kind of money that Juan has, I'm quite happy with making $60, give or take, on each occasion. It certainly helps with the bills given my depressing low paying job. I'm still shy with revealing my identity on cam, so I always wear a mask just to disguise my face. Plus, I don't want people to recognize me in the street. I think I might be able to make more money if I reveal my face. For now, camming with a Batman's Robin mask on will suffice.
There is a bit of a problem today though as I have accidentally revealed to the viewers that I'm sharing a house with a gay married couple and that one of them works at night on most days. I have also told them that the one who leaves for work happens to be my best friend. Someone offers me 300 tokens to bring my best friend's husband, Mike, on cam. That's $30 to just have Mike show up without doing anything! I don't know how to approach Mike about this, but the money is good!
Mike is not in the living room, so I try his office. I'm so nervous. Am I crossing the line? Mike and Scott have been nothing but nice and welcoming. I keep debating with myself. It's not like Mike is going to be naked or something, so it might be okay, right? Plus, Mike is easy-going. Fuck, let's just try it. I knock on the door.
"Yeah?! Come on in" Mike shouts.
"Hi. Are you...busy?" I ask.
"Not particularly...why?" Mike asks.
"Uhmm..."
"Why are you so nervous? You're shaking! Are you not feeling well or something? Sit down," Mike is concerned.
"Please don't judge me for what I'm about to say," I plea.
"What's going on?" Mike feels uneasy now.
Taking a deep breath, I begin, "I've been camming for money for a few weeks at your house. Sorry."
"And? Why did you apologize?" Mike laughs then continues, "I don't care about what you do in your privacy as long as you're not doing anything illegal. Just curious...why?" Mike asks.
"My job sucks, and it doesn't pay well. I have bills to pay so I need money. I'm tired of having 50 bucks in my savings account. Scott told me about Juan and his cam job. I just thought I would give it a try," I explain.
"Ok. So...how has it been going? Have you made money yet?" Mike asks.
"A bit, but it's better than nothing, right? I'm ok with the outcome."
"Ok. Good for you. Anything else? You are here because you are afraid that I might not approve of your side job because it's at my house?" Mike asks.
I'm just staring at his face nervously.
Mike continues, "Look, I don't judge you. You pay rent. You clean the house. It's basically your space to do anything you wish as long as you don't damage the room, heh heh."
It is a relief to finally hear Mike giggle.
"Aren't you afraid that people might recognize you in the street?" Mike asks.
"I wear different masks. My identity is absolutely protected. I think?"
"Ok. We're cool. Go on and do your thing. I'm okay with all this," Mike assures.
"Ummm...I've told my viewers that I'm sharing this house with a married couple...and...and...that one of the husbands is here with me. They...ummm...they offer me 300 tokens to bring you on cam."
"Oh no. I'm not going to be naked on cam. Sorry, buddy. It's not going to happen," Mike quickly answers.
"You're not going to be naked! You don't even have to show your face. They just want to see you appear on my cam."
Mike-----
What the hell? I don't know what to make of all this when Jase, my husband's best friend, asks me to appear on his cam. I don't care if he cams for money, but being on cam with him has never aroused my interest. Damn, I might not even do that for Scott let alone for this kid.
"I'm sorry, kiddo. I can't help you with that. Find someone else. Bring a friend on," I sincerely say.
"Ok. Sorry," disappointed, Jase quietly closes the door as he leaves my office.
Fuck! Why am I feeling culpable all of a sudden? I hate to turn my buddies down when they ask for favors, but this is an unusual request. I don't know how but this annoying guilt is eating me internally as I find myself having a hard time concentrating on my work.
Jase-----
Cam chat box starts...
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Hey guys! I tried to get my married friend on cam, but no success...sorry.
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Next time hopefully
Cody4stud: Awww...that would be hot...
Bashful119: Push harder...show him your ass...maybe he'll join...lol
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL na
MrticklesCA: tipped 20 tokens
MrticklesCA: Can you bend over and show your hole?
MrticklesCA: Nice
Bisexualking73: Wow...nice!
Davebigd95: Drooling...
Aaron_woodman_40: Can you stuff a cucumber up there for 100 tokens?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): What? LOL...no cucumbers in the house
Cam chat box ends...
After resuming my cam show for about 15 minutes, I hear a knock on my bedroom door. Fuck! I rush to put my undies back on, mute the camera, and yell out, "Yes!?"
"Can I come in?" Mike asks.
What? What does he want? I don't know what to say so I just mumble, "Sure."
Mike opens the door and points to the camera.
"It's on mute," I reassure him.
"You're naked," Mike is surprised.
"I'm not naked. I'm in my undies. You're here?"
"Umm...look, can we make it quick?" Mike asks.
"What? You mean...you appear on my cam?"
"Yeah. Don't ask any more question. The clothes stay on," Mike answers.
Cam chat box starts...
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Hey guys! I have my married friend here.
Cody4stud: :O
Davebigd95: Nice jeans and bulge...the husband
Kinkyboy18: Show your pits daddy
Davebigd95: tipped 100 tokens
Joshttttt29: tipped 100 tokens
Man_latino: tipped 50 tokens
Rich_slut69: tipped 300 tokens
Voyeurguysf: Wow! 300 tokens
Bisexualking73: Wow!
Bisexualking73: Wow...so hot...the husband's jeans lol
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL
Cam chat box ends...
Scott-----
At the hospital...
"What did you bring for lunch?" One of my coworkers asks.
"Left-over lasagna," I reply.
"Mmmm...enjoy."
"Thanks."
I will definitely enjoy my lunch time, or I should say my cam time. Lately, I have been obsessed with watching live cams. This new kink has a lot to do with the obsession of spying on Juan. Sadly, the Latin hunk hasn't come on as often as I would like. Nevertheless, spying on other hot guys or hot fucks suffices for now. I love the horny feelings I have after lunch as it somehow prevents me from falling asleep after the meal. Mike knows I watch cams, but he does not know the magnitude of my obsession. I visit the site almost daily, whether at home or in my car during lunch breaks.
After logging in with my username, CuteRicePie, I watch away. I usually scan through cams with more views first as they are typically more popular. Again, Juan is not on today so far. I suppose he has found a better way to make money. While cruising around, I spot a cam with a background that looks familiar. It's quite popular with over 600 viewers. The username is TwinkleLittleStar. I recognize the fruit basket painting on the wall. We have one exactly like that in one of our guest rooms. My husband bought it years ago when we first moved in. Wait! That looks like Jase's room. The color of the wall matches his room as well. Oh shit! That's Jase! Despite the Robin mask he wears, I can identify the little happy/sad faces tattoo on his left chest. And then, someone else appears in the cam next to Jase wearing jeans with a tucked in polo shirt. That's my husband! Instantly, I feel furious and betrayed. This heart-stopping moment causes my body to uncontrollably shake. Butterflies are everywhere in my stomach. Why is my husband in Jase's room? Why is Jase camming? I'm trying to process this thing. I remember casually telling Jase about the cam thing when I told him about Juan, but I never thought that Jase would be bold enough to do it. Why? Fuck! Why am I sweating? They haven't done anything yet!
"Fucking whore! I took you in, and you're stealing my husband!" I scream out loud sitting inside my car in a parking lot.
Cam chat box starts...
Bisexualking73: Wow...so hot...the husband's jeans lol
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL
Davebigd95: Boy...how can you resist that bulge? Touch it. The hubby wants you to feel it. We'll tip!
Hot4Asian80: What's the husband's name?
bigdaddy76969: Agreed...touch
Davebigd95: Touch the cock of your best friend's married husband
Bisexualking73: Touch
Rich_slut69: Touch and I'll throw in 200 tokens
MrticklesCA: Touch
Dirtyxboyxxx: Touch
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): No touch guys. He's married.
Dirtyxboyxxx: Touching is not cheating. Come on...make us happy please
AsianLover49: The married guy, tell the boy to massage you.
Bisexualking73: Touch or kiss...do something lol
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Ok, Mr. M said he'll touch himself for a few seconds, happy?
Twinkie_Redhead: That's nice daddy, touch your bulge
MrticklesCA: No! You touch
Dirtyxboyxxx: Yeah, you touch lol
Davebigd95: Touch
Cam chat box ends...
Since Mike's appearance, the chat room has become much more busy. I have made every effort to dissuade the couple's action even though nothing sexual has happened yet. I have tried to trash the show. I have tried to instill guilt in them that it is not cool to go behind your friend in such a manner. Trust me, I have turned myself into a troll. I might have been overly jealous, but I'm just trying to protect something that belongs to me! Sadly, I don't think Jase and Mike are aware of this as the chatting moves so rapidly. At some point some, a few other users suggest having me kicked out of the room. Fuck! That can't happen so I grudgingly seize the ranting and basically sit there and shut up.
I can definitely sense the tension escalated in the room. It's been 15 minutes, but nothing sexual has happened yet, still. As much as I want to see how this will unfold to test my husband's marriage commitment, I can't deal with the unfair pressure thrown at him and Jase. It seems like no matter what happens or will happen between them, there is always this sincere love and caring I have for both of them. Simply put, it's akin to a mother finding out that her son has done some heinous act. No matter how disappointed she feels, deep down inside he's still her precious child. I know my rationality is crazy because just minutes ago, I was all upset and vindictive. I think my mind is playing trick on me, trying to rationalize this just to disguise the fact that my dick is currently so hard. The human mind is so complicated, I'm not going to try to decode it.
I can't really read Mike's face as it is not in the camera, but I keep hearing him decline viewers' requests. Even Jase has constantly reminded them that Mike is married and here just to chat without doing anything sexual. Maybe that's all Jase and Mike want--chatting and maybe PG-13 requests. I know Jase needs money. My husband is probably just trying to help out the kid. I would do the same thing for Jase if I were there. Maybe I'm overly sensitive about the whole situation. Now, Jase seems very uncomfortable with all the requests. Ughh! I catch myself panting seeing Jase's face so close to Mike's jeans-covered bulge. I'm so torn between wanting and not wanting to see the action. My rage has died down significantly after hearing the refusal from both Mike and Jase; however, something else is starting to dominate my existence. My crotch and ass are starting to feel tingly.
The demand keeps getting louder and louder. People just don't shut up or give up. At one point, Jase feels very nervous and obligated as tokens keep rolling in despite the fact that they haven't done anything erotic yet. I hear Jase constantly ask the audience to make reasonable requests. That somehow convinces me that Jase has no evil intension to break up my marriage. He just happens to be in an awkward position. On the other hand, is Mike getting excited about the pressure from the audience? His bulge is definitely starting to protrude out a bit. He is getting aroused by the pressure! Unbeknownst to me, I get turned on by the situation as well. Again, I cannot justify what is going through my mind as I've found myself going along with the audience, encouraging Jase to touch my husband's crotch! I'm so confused and horny. I was so belligerent at the beginning, but now I'm cheering them on! Have I lost my mind? Shit! My lunch break will be over in 15 minutes! Do something! I can't deal with missing out on the action.
"What are they saying now?" Mike asks.
"They still want me to touch your crotch," Jase says.
"Ha ha. No," Mike quietly replies.
"They say your fruit basket looks so delicious and ripe...what a waste," Jase reads the chat.
"Heh heh. I'm married. Tell them."
"I have...a hundred times. They won't give up. I don't know," Jase is anxious.
"Na. This is weird," Mike gets nervous.
"200 tokens," Jase reads.
"What?" Mike asks.
"20 bucks," Jase says.
"20 bucks for you to touch my crotch?" Mike asks.
"Yeah, 200 tokens."
"Serious? No way! 20 bucks just for touching? No nudity. Nothing," Mike asks again.
Jase nods.
About 5 minutes later, Mike, out of the blue, announces, "Alright. Make it quick. It's late. I've got to go back to finish work."
I cannot believe this. For the very first time, right in front of my face is my best friend's right hand fondling my husband's loins. This drives the room wild, and more tips roll in madly. The groping is timid and subtle initially, but soon Jase's hand is all over my husband's bulge, squeezing with force. Everyone can see that Jase is in love with rubbing the expanding outline of Mike's shaft. I first thought it was just a quick touch, but Jase has been at it for at least a minute! After a while, I can absolutely testify that Mike's dick is starting to harden. There's a tiny spot of wetness around the cockhead! People are cheering for Jase to undo the zipper. It takes a while and more tokens to finally turn the request into reality. I'm literally hyperventilating, breathing so hard and sweating, as Jase begins to lower the zipper. Without being asked, Jase reaches inside the open jeans and fondles Mike's private. Thankfully, Mike wears underwear. I'm so envious.
Jase keeps jerking my husband's hidden cock passionately, but the audience wants to escalate the situation, demanding that Jase pull the jeans down, but Mike firmly says "no." Quickly, Mike pulls up his zipper, waves a good-bye to the audience, and leaves the room. Shortly after that, Jase announces that he will be offline soon because he needs to work the next day. I'm a bit disappointed with the ending, but I feel somewhat relieved that Mike did not give in to the room pressure and his temptation. Maybe Mike has changed as I know him very well to be a horndog? I don't understand, though, why Mike would not want to have fun knowing that our marriage is open. In any event, I need to find out when Jase is going to be online again before he signs off. I rush to send him a private message.
Private message box starts...
CuteRicePie (me): Hi. Just want to say that was a great show. You two are a very nice couple.
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL. Thanks. We are not a couple.
CuteRicePie (me): Oh! He seemed to be into you though heh heh.
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL. He's the husband of my best friend.
CuteRicePie (me): Wow! That makes it hotter : D. That was so hot when you grabbed his dick!
CuteRicePie (me): How did it feel?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Thanks. Hard...I guess LOL.
CuteRicePie (me): LOL...He likes you. Bring him on again :D
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL. He's married. I will try, but he doesn't really like to cam.
CuteRicePie (me): He's just camera shy. He'll join you if you ask. ;D. Does his husband know about it?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): No, of course. It was his first time. Any way, they have an open marriage.
CuteRicePie (me): That's hot! So now you don't have to feel bad about messing around with your best friend's husband.
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL. Hey, I gotta go...glad you enjoyed the show.
CuteRicePie (me): Wait! When is your next show?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): I think this Friday, same time...should be a longer show :P
CuteRicePie (me): Ok. I'll look for you.
Private message box ends...
Shit! I'm working this Friday night! Fuck it. I'm going to call in sick. I can't be at home though. Mike is absolutely not going to participate if I'm there. Maybe I'll stay at a motel for the night? Another thing that concerns me is that since they are now offline, what's going to happen at home? Thinking about the possibilities, I so desperately want to pull my nurse pants down and pump my cock hard, but the damn lunch break is over! Based on what happened earlier, I don't think they will fuck behind my back, though. Hmmm...will they...since we have an open marriage? Ughh! The rest of the workday is such a drag as all I can focus on is Mike and Jase.
Guilt and insecurity have been eating me up inside. I may have made an impulsive decision regarding our open marriage. I'm not sure if I can accept Mike with another lover even though the excitement from seeing my husband with another guy is insanely hot. I've been debating whether to call an end to this. This also means the end of our sexual encounters with Juan and possibly others. It's very difficult, but I've made my decision. The next day after the cam incident, I plan to make the announcement to end this while we are in bed watching a very poignant movie about a husband waiting for his wife to wake up from a coma that has already consumed 10 years of her life. I find myself unable to speak momentarily. When my words are spoken, they are not what I have planned in mind.
"Baby, can you pass me some Kleenex? The movie is just too sad. The guy waited for 10 years for his wife to wake up. She ended up dead," I share my feelings with Mike, but part of my crying is undeniably related to my fear of losing my husband.
"Yeah. It was a tragedy. I would do the same thing for you, baby," Mike consoles me.
"You would?"
"Absolutely," Mike gives me a kiss on my forehead.
"I wouldn't want you to wait for me like that, though. Just talk to my vegetative body once in a while. Otherwise, I would prefer that you order the doctor to put me out of my misery. You have to continue with your life, and you deserve to live happily. Besides, it would be such a waste, right? I mean there are many cute guys out there who would love to have a relationship with you."
"I'm not sure I agree with your logics, baby. Love is difficult, and I'm picky. You can have all the sex, but, ehhh, that's not really a lasting relationship. That's not love. That's sex," Mike says.
"Yeah, but it's hard for a relationship to last without sex as well," I challenge Mike.
"Touche."
I feel a sudden boost of confidence after this talk. I hope my husband truly means that. Just come back to me in the end no matter what happens.
Jase-----
I can't believe we made almost $300 in what seemed like an hour and a half! That's almost as much as my weekly salary. It looks like the audience prefers group cams. This is interesting. I need to let Mike know and give him his share of the profit.
"Hi," I greet Mike in the living room.
"Hey! There are some Subway sandwiches in the fridge. Help yourself," Mike says.
"Thanks. Here," I hand him a check.
"$150. What's this for?" Mike is confused.
"Your share of yesterday's show," I explain.
"No. You keep it. Wait! How much did you make?" Mike is intrigued.
"Almost $300."
"For doing nothing?" Mike laughs.
"What do you mean for doing nothing? I actually went nude and showed my ass before you showed up. Also, you drove the room wild, and you didn't do much, ha ha. They seemed to like you a lot, though. I don't know why? You're just mediocre," I tease.
"You call this mediocre? It's big and thick," Mike suddenly stands up and grabs his crotch suggestively.
"Here, take it," I insist while trying to hide my drooling face.
"No, I don't want it. I was just there because I couldn't deal with your sour-puss face," Mike jokes.
"You're mean!" I blush.
"I wouldn't do that for you if I were mean, eh?" Mike teases.
"Stop it," I blush.
"Come on! Take it. I don't want to rip you off."
"Hah hah," Mike laughs then continues, "You are not ripping me off. Just save the money, kiddo. I'm fine."
"Can I make a request?" I ask.
"What now? Don't ask me to fuck you on cam because it's not going to happen," Mike jokes.
I choke momentarily, "No. It's not that. I was thinking if it would be okay if I did the cam thing in the living room. I want a change of scenery once in a while. I don't want to bore my audience. Pretty please?"
"Alright, but wait until, maybe, 10 PM to do it. You can have the living room when I'm done with it," Mike approves.
"You don't have to leave. In fact, I was going to ask if you wouldn't mind to just sit there on the couch. "
"No. Absolutely not! I don't want to be on your cam all the time. That was just a one-time thing," Mike opposes.
"The camera is not focusing on our faces. I got some of these. You can put one on so your identity won't be revealed," I try to reason.
"What are these masks? Batman, Captain America, Spider man, Cinderella? You are really serious about this cam thing, aren't you?" Mike is flabbergasted.
"Like I've said, you don't have to do anything. Just sit there. Your presence attracts more views," I beg.
Mike-----
I don't know what to say to Jase as he keeps pressuring me to appear on cam with him. I understand that money is his main motivation, but I still think that this cam thing is just weird and unreliable. Maybe I'm too old-fashioned.
"So, yeah?" Jase begs.
"Nah. You are fine by yourself," I keep resisting.
"Come on, I made like 60 -- 70 bucks, but with you we made 300 bucks! Please! You don't have to do anything. No sex. No nude. Just sit there a potato."
I cannot help it but laugh out loud with his interpretation. There's something about this kid that just makes me feel so relaxed.
"So no nude, no sex, just sit there like a potato?" I repeat his quote but can't contain my laughter.
"Yes, and I'll buy food and beer," Jase adds.
"You'll buy food and beer?" I ask.
"Yes."
"You do this every day?" I ask.
"Nope. Maybe once or twice a week," Jase answers.
"I don't know," I'm still not sure.
"We split the money, and I'll buy food and beer. Pretty please!" Jase begs in a whiny tone.
"Don't pretty please me," I playfully mock his cute feminine demeanor.
"Come on. If I make enough money, I'll buy your husband a few A|X beanies. I know he loves them. This way he's happy and won't suspect our little secret," Jase is trying to cajole me into this cam thing.
"You are such a character. Alright, just so that we are clear, I will not have sex with you on cam. I'm just going to sit here doing my normal thing, watching my shows, and not being part of your cam. Also, Scott cannot find out about this, and don't buy him anything. I don't want to create any misunderstanding. Deal?"
"Of course! Deal!" Jase is cheerful, dancing all over the living room.
"You can keep the money. Put in in your savings. Just supply food and beer."
"Yes, sir!"
Jase is so goofy at times. I can't believe I have agreed to this. Why am I such a sucker for cute twinks?
Scott-----
Time has gone by so slowly since Monday, the day on which I caught my husband and Jase on cam. My mind has been bombarded with naughty images between them while I'm at work. I've even put my surveillant cam app to use. The app allows my laptop to appear turned off while the camera is recording the surroundings. I originally found this app just right before we left for Cancun. Who would have thought I'm using this gadget to trace my best friend's action as opposed to spying on Mike and Lance? I place the laptop on a bookshelf in the living room on Tuesday, but nothing happens. In fact, they barely hang out together after the jog. Unconvinced, I set it up in our bedroom the next day. Again, there is nothing. The footage doesn't even show Jase entering our bedroom. Wednesday and Thursday are the same, no developments. Maybe my assumption is right that there is nothing going on between them. Mike is just helping Scott out as a friend. Why would they do such a thing to me? Then, it dawns on me--why am I judging Mike since we've wanted an open marriage? Why is it okay for me to get it on with Juan but not him? Uhh...whatever...I don't care.
Friday is finally here, and the agony will end soon. Will it? I don't know; I can't think straight. In fact, I've been a hot mess for days even though I have tried to put on a straight face. I'm not sure if Mike has noticed that since I have declined his sexual requests for days. If there have been some clandestine sexual activities going on between Mike and Jase, they deserve an Oscar for their great acting as I have not been able to detect a trace of cheating. They have been acting very normal.
"Ok baby, heading to work," I give Mike a kiss.
"Ok. Don't work too hard. It's Friday," Mike replies.
"I wish. Why do I have to go to work on Friday?" I whine.
"You can call in sick, baby. We can have fun all night long in bed, eh," Mike teases.
I know Mike is very horny because I've been holding off on sex with him for a number of days. My staying at home will ruin the plan, and I can't do that.
"I know, baby. Let's save it for Saturday. You have fun too. Don't work too hard. Go to eat with Jase or something," I suggest.
"Drive safe," Mike reminds me.
"Bye. Have fun, Friday!" I casually say to Jase, who is sitting in the living room, on my way out.
"Bye. Go safe lives!"
This is crazy. I can't believe I have actually rented a room just to spy on them. My insides are like jelly waiting impatiently for Jase to sign on. It's 9:40 P.M., and he's still not logged on yet. Fuck, my burger and fries are now cold. I have been restraining from touching myself for days. I wish Juan was on right now to keep me busy. Uh! I want to text Jase so bad, but I'm not sure how to approach this. He cannot find out about my spying on him. Another hour has passed! Fuck.
Me: Hey you!
Jase: What's up! Driving
Me: Oh! Where to?
15 minutes later...
Jase: Hey! Sorry. Yeah, I'm at a supermarket getting some junk and liquor. You want anything?
Me: Umm...I'm cool. There's a bottle of Vodka in one of the cabinets
Jase: Yah, saw that. Doesn't hurt to have more eh... lol
I want to ask him why the liquor, but I don't want to cause any suspicion.
Me: Ha ha...you're right...just checking in to see if there's any Lance news
Jase: Ha ha...nope...he's probably moved on to a bigger fish
Me: Alrighty...back to work...TTYL
Jase: XOXO
I'm so impatient and nervous, preoccupying with the possibilities that might happen when booze is involved. Where are you, Jase? It's already 10:20 P.M. Just when I'm about to empty my bladder, his cam comes on. It's our living room! What is going on? I only see the empty couch; they are not on cam. About 5 minutes later, Jase finally appears by himself and fully dressed, hidden in that green Robin mask.
Cam chat box starts...
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Hi Guys! Miss me?
socalman00001: Hi
justint19: Hi
geekbear1969: Hey cutie
socalman00001: Where's your friend you brought on the other day?
justint19: Go get your friend plz...
MrticklesCA: Hi! You're back...hooray!
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): My married friend is busy with work...probably won't be on tonight...sorry
Dirtyxboyxxx: Hi. Can you show your ass?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): 25 tokens for ass
MrticklesCA: tipped 25 tokens
AsianLover49: tipped 25 tokens
Dirtyxboyxxx: You got 50 tokens, so you need to show ass 2 times lol
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): LOL
Cam chat box ends...
It's been 30 minutes, and Mike hasn't shown up yet. Fuck! I cannot let my sick day and the hotel charge go to waste.
"Hey babe. What are you doing?" I call Mike.
"Hey! Lunch time?" Mike answers.
"Yub. We had a blast here celebrating a coworker's birthday," I lie giving him the impression that my day has been great.
"That's nice! I'm about to wrap things up now," Mike says.
"Good! It's Friday. Bring Bill over so you, Bill, and Jase can party," I joke knowing the married dad will not come over.
"Bill? Ha ha. Over his wife's dead body," Mike jokes.
"Okay, baby. They call me. I'll see you in the morning. Love you ," I rush to end the conversation.
"Love you more," Mike says.
I want to send Jase a private message.
Private message box starts...
CuteRicePie (Scott): Hey there. Remember me?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Not really but what's up :D
CuteRicePie (Scott): Where's your married friend?
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Working lol
CuteRicePie (Scott): OMG. It's Friday! Go get him ;D
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase): Ha ha...I wish
CuteRicePie (Scott): Serious...you guys made the crowd go crazy the other day. :D
CuteRicePie (Scott): It looks like you don't have to go get him; he's walking toward you!
Private message box ends...
"Hey! Come and join. The cam is on," Jase speaks to Mike.
"Shit! I'll sit over here. Don't mind me," Mike replies.
"No. Sit over here. Here put this on," Jase impatiently waits for Mike to put on the mask then holds his right hand leading him to the main couch.
"Oh my! This is silly," Mike laughs.
"Who cares. Say hi to your fans," Jase encourages Mike.
"Hi guys! Miss me?" Mike speaks to the microphone.
Cam chat box starts...
MrticklesCA: Welcome back Mr. Married...you just missed your friend's cute butt flash heh heh
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase) speaks: Shut up...hah hah...
Dirtyxboyxxx: Hi Mr. M
Davebigd95: Hey Mr. M
CuteBoyAZ: Hi Mr. M...too many clothes on ya :D
socalman00001: Your boy said how much he missed you and your dong heh heh
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase) speaks: I did not say that.
Scott's POV: Jase told the truth, but in my opinion, he did miss Mike. With Mike here, the chat picks up rapidly.
Dirtyxboyxxx: Remove your shirt daddy, plz...Mr. M
Geekbear1969: Yeah, show us that nice body hidden underneath your polo shirt lol
TwinkleLittleStar (Jase) speaks: Guys, Mr. M is here just to watch T.V. so no nude from him unless he wants it, of course.
Dirtyxboyxxx: Come on! Let's see the furry chests
BobBoy22: You 2 look perfect as Batman and Robin :D
Rich_slut69: How much for the shirt to come off? Put up a menu plz...
Rich_slut69: TwinkleLittleStar, you still owe us an ass flash from earlier :D
Scott's POV: Even though Mike is sitting at a corner of the couch, I can see his eyes gazing at Jase's plumpy butt cheeks as soon as Jase flashes them. My husband does not need to say one word as his facial expression convinces everyone his fascination with the ass.
BobBoy22: Shirt off plz...any rich guy here can pay to have the married guy take the shirt off?
Rich_slut69: 100 tokens for shirt off? Tip menu?
"They ask you to remove your shirt for 100 tokens," Jase says to Mike.
"Is that a buck?"
"10 bucks," Jase replies.
"150 tokens...then I remove my shirt," Mike speaks to the audience.
Scott's POV: Well, that doesn't take long to reach the goal. Soon Mike is shirtless, making the crowd in the room wild. At one point, Jase is playfully standing behind Mike using his hands to cover Mike's chests. In doing so, he unknowingly massages the hairy chests. I can attest to it that Mike is starting to loosen up rapidly. A few minutes later, my husband gets up and leaves the room. Upon return, Mike carries with him a bottle of Vodka, a can of Miracle Whip, and a basket of strawberries. Jase must have told him to get these as he was muttering something in Mike's ears earlier. What the hell are they trying to do? It seems like Mike has forsaken the TV and is now more involved in the camming.
"Ok guys. 25 tokens for one of us to feed the other a creamy strawberry. 50 tokens for a shot," Jase announces to the audience.
Rich_slut69: Feed with the mouth? Be specific lol
Jase speaks to the audience: No, with the hand lol
Dirtyxboyxxx: No...feed with mouth for 50 tokens
BobBoy22: Yeah! Feed with the mouth
LawyerBob40: Feed with the mouth
"50 tokens for you to feed me a strawberry with your mouth. You want to do it?" Jase asks Mike.
Mike speaks to the audience: 60 tokens for me to feed this kid with my mouth!
Scott's POV: Tokens start to roll in after Mike's offer. In about 45 minutes, they finish the basket of strawberries! Mike tries to be careful not to touch Jase's lips with his own when feeding Jase, and he has seen success with it initially. Things are starting to go south after a number of Vodka shots going down my husband's throat. I'm not dumb. Viewers pay to see Mike drunk to loosen him up. I can see Mike is starting to get a bit tipsy judging by his loud tone and slight red face. At this point in time, it is hard for Mike's lips not to collide with Jase's during the feeding. Shit! I'm taken back when my loving husband tries to rid some whipped cream on Jase's lips by quickly licking it up with his own tongue! It's a very brief moment, but it certainly makes me leak with precum. Their teasing is making everyone including myself on edge. Even though Mike still has his pants on, I'm starting to feel annoyed by the whole thing because, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm starting to feel jealous of Jase. I should be the one to be fed with the strawberries by my husband! I should end this before it's too late knowing that Mike is a fool when he's drunk. Dammit, pick up the phone! I can hear it ring through the cam, but why is Mike not picking it up?
"Who's that?" Jase asks.
"Hold on," Mike goes to get his phone.
Finally! Why is Mike not answering the damn phone after picking it up? Huh?
"It's Scott," Mike says to Jase.
"You want to answer that?" Jase questions.
"It's okay. He's probably going to bore me with some party at his work. Let's continue," Mike says then lets the voice mail takes over.
Words cannot describe my anger after witnessing what my once devoted husband just did. All of a sudden, I might not be the most important person in his life! No, that's not true. Mike is just horny and drunk like shit. He acts like a fool every time he is drunk! I know! It is so hurtful, though, to hear him say that I'm bored! Fuck! My dick is so hard now! Why? I need to stop them through the chat. I don't care if I get banned from the chat. Just right before I'm about to type something vile, a viewer offers 500 tokens for Jase to remove Mike's Pants! My fingers suddenly become so stiff, refraining me from typing! My heart is beating so hard. I think I have forgotten to breathe for at least 10 seconds waiting for Mike's response to the offer. Then, my brain becomes numb when my husband counteroffers with 600 tokens for Jase, my best friend and someone for whom Mike didn't care months ago, to remove his pants.
Cam chat box stops...
To be continued...