👨🏼🤝👨🏽My Husband's Boyfriend - Part 1👨🏼🤝👨🏽
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“Erik?” I shouted. Relief flooded my body, and the fear swept through me as I watched the front door open. I rushed toward the entryway but froze in the kitchen threshold as he and Alex barreled into the house, thoroughly entangled.
Their bodies pressed into each other, arms wrapped around the other’s waists. Alex slammed Erik into the nearest wall, passionately kissing as if I did not exist. The stranger’s hands slipped inside my husband’s shirt, sliding up his smooth, hairless stomach. The kiss broke as Erik moaned to the ceiling, gasping for air between each deep exhale of pleasure. Alex found his nipples, frantically playing with them as Erik’s moans grew louder and higher. I inched from the kitchen and into the living room corner, unable to look away from the scene. Alex nibbled Erik’s neck, biting those extra sensitive areas behind his ear. Their crotches ground and rubbed against each other as I massaged mine.
“Fuck!” Alex growled before he released Erik’s nipple. Erik took charge and pushed Alex backward, moving them further into the living room and over the arm of the couch. Alex fell backward first, and Erik climbed on top, straddling Alex’s lap, rubbing his juicy ass against his lap, groaning in ecstasy as Alex’s cock swelled. I rubbed my hardening cock through my sweatpants, enjoying how they ignored me and enjoyed each other’s bodies.
Fucking pervert, I thought, degrading myself as I pulled out my cock and stroked.
I went unnoticed for nearly ten minutes as the two dry-humped and kissed on the couch. Alex pawed and manhandled Erik’s ass. The seams of his shorts stretched, threatening to break as he rotated his hips, rubbing the swelling bulge beneath him. Alex slapped my husband’s ass, causing him to yelp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. His hands weaseled their way into the back of Erik’s shorts, finding the edge of the jockstrap. Alex pulled it back.
SNAP
“Hey! Be nice!” Erik laughed, pulling away for the first time since he walked into the house. Our eyes met as I stroked like a degenerate in a corner of the room. Erik blushed a deep crimson. “Oh!” Erik looked down at Alex and then back at me. His eyes lowered to my cock—my aching, dripping cock. “Hey, Charlie,” Erik said, taking his first uninterrupted breath. “This is Alex.” Erik slid off the man. His extra tight shorts could not hide his arousal or the large wet spot that seeped through the cotton. They crossed the room together. I felt embarrassed, holding my wet cock as they approached.
Why did the humiliation feel so good?
Alex pushed my hand from my cock, gripped my shaft, and stroked once. One slow, agonizing up and down that sent me to the tips of my toes. I shivered, and he laughed. “Nice to meet you.” Alex shook my cock as if it were my hand. “Erik told me a lot about you. Your picture doesn’t do you justice.”
Neither did yours, I thought.
I had seen Alex’s profile well before Erik; boy, he was gorgeous. The picture didn’t catch the mischievous glint in his dark eyes or the cockiness that hid behind his perfect grin. His short black hair was full and swept away from his face. A dark five o’clock shadow played along his jawline, making him appear even more masculine. His muscles filled his shirt, threatening to pop the buttons of his shirt. His erect cock pressed down his pants leg, leaking into the denim halfway down his thigh. His cock had at least two inches on mine.
“Very nice to meet you too!” I said, returning my hand to my cock and continuing to stroke, unable to stop myself as if some perverted puppet master wanted me to descend further. Erik blushed deeper, embarrassed by my warped arousal, but Alex’s smirk widened, and the dimples at the edges of his lips deepened. Eager to see how far he could push me. “Don’t stop on my account. It was very fun to watch both of you going at it.”
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