u/Psychological_War940

They started off timid before Matthew stuck his tongue between Shawn’s lips. I heard Shawn whimper as Matthew groaned into his mouth. Matthew removed himself from between my legs and pressed Shawn to the wall. The cool stone made Shawn open his mouth to a brutally quick gasp. Matthew’s hands started to explore, lower and lower…

“Ah um,” I coughed somewhat awkwardly, feeling sidelined.

Matthew turned quickly, dropping Shawn from his arms and kissing me with reinvigorated ferocity. I moaned loudly as he began to mark my neck, his hands easily lifting me off the ground for claiming. Over his shoulder I stared into Shawn’s eyes.

Matthew started rubbing the tip of his dick against my anxiously anticipating hole. I shudder at the sensation, but don’t break eye contact with Shawn. His eyes were wild with hunger, his mouth slightly falling off its hinges in shock.

The world faltered into a state of slow motion. Shawn’s breathing matched the pace of my own. His eyes blinking in tune with mine.

Familiar crashed into the unknown as the sensation of being filled engulfed me in this state. I was drowning in it. Hands, sweat and gazes exchanged in a frenzy. My back met the cool wall in a jolt or adrenaline that made my hairs stand on end.

There they were. My husband and Shawn. Kissing. Curiosity and rage melted and then mixed into envy and lust. Matthew’s touch was pure electricity, his hips rotating ever so slightly with every mind numbing insertion. One of his hands was holding onto Shawn, muscles flexing as he groped his ass roughly.

His eyes fluttered between open and closed states as he shifted focus rapidly between both of us. All while never letting up his perfectly timed individualized pursuits. In this way we started to blend with the cacophony of pleasure around us. Self weaving into the dimly painted tapestry with ease.

Without even touching myself I felt my orgasm rising. Matthew’s rock hard body making my ass recoil in time with him.

“Stop.”

My voice got drowned out in the musical weaving surrounding us. I brought my hand forward. Squeezing Matthew’s chin to break their kiss and make him look at me. When he did, I slowed my breathing to a halt.

“Stop.”

“Oh my god babe I’m so sorry I didn’t realize something was wrong I just couldn’t hear over the music and,” he frantically searched for the right words.

“No, no it’s just… I almost came.”

He froze at my words. Then he turned his head to Shawn who held the same bewildered look in his eyes. In that moment it seemed that everyone was unsure of what to do next. The moans around us created the perfect cover as my pre cum sputtered out onto the floor.

I was the first to speak, hesitant and unsure. The perfect twisted reflect of what I had been previously.

“Let’s take this party home.”

Shawn stood for a moment as I began to walk away with Matthew in tow. My hand found my belt loops in the dim lighting and I hoisted my pants up as I turned to look at him.

“That includes you too.”

I touched his arm lightly as he shook himself out of a daze. Then I grabbed him gently and yanked him with us toward the exit.

Matthew fumbled with the keys in his excitement as the noises behind us faded into a dull background score. I reached for the driver side door without thinking and climbed in before he could protest.

“Why don’t you,” I pause.

“Why don’t you keep him company in the back?”

That high I was chasing intensified more and more as they touched. Every word I strung together was nothing but a jumble of uncertainty and confusion.

Our eyes locked. There was a question that neither of us dared to ask but both of us knew we should…. How far was this going to go?

Matthew opened the door to a mumbled thank you from Shawn. They both climbed in as I pulled up the directions to get home.

20 minutes. Just 20 minutes.

I heard a grunt from the back seat while placing my phone down and fixating my eyes on the road. Another grunt. Louder and so succinctly Matthew’s.

I glanced in the rearview mirror to see that Shawn’s hand was gripping Matthew’s erect member and gliding up and down in excruciatingly slow movements.

My view flashed between the road and Matthew bucking his hips into Shawn’s soft hands. Each glance inviting more and more precum.

Then I heard it. The sound of slurping. I looked first at the time to destination. Five minutes. Then I looked back at my husband. Matthew’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as he let out some of the loudest moans I’ve ever heard him make. Shawn’s eyes were closed as he easily took Matthew’s massive dick to the hilt.

I could tell Matthew was impressed as he pulled Shawn’s curly hair back into his taut fist. Fucking his throat carelessly in ways I know I couldn’t handle.

We arrived at our condo with the sound of Matthew screaming he was going to cum.

“Fuck, your throat. Shawn, your throat it’s so fucking.”

His eyes lit up and his chest rose roughly as he shot rope after rope down Shawn’s throat. Shawn accepted it all with a lift of his head and a lick of his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck your bubble butt,” I shifted the car into park as Matthew grabbed Shawn’s chin and answered the question of just how far he wanted to go.

Adam’s party was a cacophony of overstimulating sounds. I walked in the door to the space holding Luke’s hand. Relishing in the soft skin, but uncertain from the noticeable unease in his touch. My mask shifted with every movement of my face and I could feel the eyes of so many in the room fall on me.

I knew it was the case. I’d have to be completely obtuse to not realize the eyes that followed me like the Mona Lisa every time I walked into a room. I just didn’t care because Luke kept me grounded. No matter how many times I told him he was everything to me, the only one who I wanted… I could tell a small part of him doubted it.

I wondered all the time if that’s why his panic attacks got so bad. He’d always insist that we should go to the events our friends hosted, but he hated every minute. I could tell, even when he seemingly couldn’t. Sometimes, I wondered why I even agreed to go. Then I got a drink in my hand and the music flooded my senses. Then I remembered what it felt like to let loose. I wanted nothing more than for him to feel that sensation.

I wanted for him to dance with his hands in the air, failing drunk and free to music none of us cared to truly learn the lyrics to. I wanted for Luke to get it. To move with the flow of life for just a minute instead of fighting so hard against it.

He had walked away from me and still I could feel the eyes of the crowd tracing my muscles, staring at my taken dick print with hunger. I will admit that the attention was nice. It wasn’t about a desire to step out of my marriage, but doesn’t everyone want to be wanted?

“Another one?”

The bartender was dressed in a cross hatch outfit that had a slight cinch to contour his waist. I could see the hair peeking out from his chest and the back held his ass in such a way that it moved with a bounce on every step. He leaned down on the counter, letting his mask glide with him until just a movement could make his lips touch mine.

I shifted uncomfortably and accepted the drink as it slid in my direction. My face contorted beneath the mask. Drawn in immensely by all he was, the masculine cologne and perfectly constructed physique, but disgusted at the proposition. That’s when he caught the glint of my ring in the club lights. With a bashful smile, his unknown face disappeared around the bar corner.

“Hey man!” Adam’s voice was thick with alcohol, yet recognizable behind the golden mask.

“Hey! How’ve you been?”

My voice rose with the pitch of the music, its deep resonance requiring more push than usual. Adam wore a crop top style suit with shorts that left very little to be desired. His muscular ass sat pretty atop his well rounded thighs and my eyes trailed just a second too long on his flat stomach and meaty pecs.

“Good, good. Where’s Luke? I haven’t seen him in forever,” the word forever left his lips in a long and drawn out way.

“Just in the bathroom, I think. He’ll be out soon I’m sure.”

“Will he dance?” Adam’s eyes lit up.

He always asked and the answer was always no. Except for our wedding, I’d never seen Luke dance. Before he did, I’d had no idea he was so graceful. An eye catching swan that carried himself with delicate movements. He looked so fragile, so beautiful, so mine.

“Probably not,” I sounded more disappointed than I had intended to.

“Cmon ask him.”

Adam shook my arm violently in conjunction with the words. Gripping me for dear life and rattling my entire body to illustrate his point.

“Okay, okay. I’ll ask him. If he does, I’ll give you five bucks how about that?”

“Sounds like a deal! Alright, I’m gonna go make my rounds. See you in a bit.”

Speaking of Luke. Where was he? Was he okay? The alcohol and my concern for him became a momentarily deadly combo as Adam gave me his typical kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the crowd. As he did, I noticed the high heel boots he’d been wearing. They clacked on the ground in tune with the beat and helped, for a second, in drowning out my worries about Luke.

Meet me on the dance floor. I sent the message and left the bar behind.

Then I danced. I have no idea how long for, but I could feel the sweat accumulating across different areas of my body. That’s when he arrived. I saw the outfit he was wearing. Noted mentally how his pants somehow held even more of a curve than usual. But his curly hair, his figure. From behind, I just knew it was him, that was Luke.

I walked up to him, teetering along the edges of the dance floor and dragged him onto it. He protested mildly, but melted into my arms once I wrapped them protectively around him.

He felt so good. Liquor rushed my veins and the only thought that enveloped my mind was how much I needed to fuck him right there on that dance floor.

“I’ve missed you. Where were you?”

He didn’t reply, just turned his head slightly. That gave me perfect access to his ear. I nipped at it ever so softly and moaned into it beneath the heavy drums of the song playing.

My hands traveled south. Gripping his plump ass and reveling in the shudder that rippled through his body.

“I’ve missed you so bad.” My admittedly large dick was rock hard now, pressing itself into his thigh hungrily.

“Fuck.” His voice was small and I couldn’t hear him well over the noise.

I wanted to hear him over the noise. So I brought my fingers to my lips and rubbed in his pants gently. Circling his hole with delicate movements. He began moaning roughly into my ear and I felt his hand grab my member and we let the people around us dance. Hoping no one would notice. We danced like that for a moment, my fingers entering his abnormally tight hole and eliciting the most wonderful moans I’ve ever heard.

Then I kissed him. I brought my hand to his chin and lifted those plump lips to mine. Closing my eyes behind my mask. His lips contorted around my own. We moved like that, perfect unison. My husband and I. He tasted better somehow, his lips following mine even more aggressively than usual. The alcohol and his sudden desire for public affection must’ve been altering my senses.

At least that’s what I thought. The pain blossomed in my chest before I could even register what was happening. I crashed to the floor from the force and looked up ready to tell the person off. But when I looked up, I saw Luke. Arms outstretched, face distorted in pure rage beneath the mask covering the upper half of his face. I glanced to the side, to the person who I had just locked lips with. And it fell upon me like an avalanche, that wasn’t Luke.

My hand raised to my mouth in horror.

“Luke I didn’t. Fuck, I thought he was-“ I instantly sobered up. Frantic as I saw the tears hitting the dance floor beneath him.

My eyes accidentally flickered, giving me a glimpse of his tented pants. I froze at the sight. That gave him just enough time as he turned and ran. I tried to grab him and explain, but he was out the door in the cold air before I could stop him.

It was February 14th. Over a month had passed since the masquerade party. Almost a month had passed since I kissed Sean.

I don’t know how Matthew forgave me so easily after I spent days not giving him the same grace. But he did and our sex life returned back to its normal state.

My doting himbo was back full force. Every day he’d come home from work with a kiss to my lips and light slap to my ass. Every day we’d cook and discuss sweet nothings. Life moved on completely, but I didn’t.

There were moments we’d be having sex. And he’d hit a spot so good my eyes would roll back into my head and somehow I’d then envision Sean’s doing the same. Whenever I watched porn I pictured Matthew and Sean doing the actions on screen. It was terrifying after about week 2. Why wouldn’t the thoughts leave? What did it all mean?

I took it upon myself to research being a cuck or a stag. I don’t know which one I am, if either of them at all, but still I sat for hours doing research into it.

“Fuck babe,” his moans were hot against my ear.

I groaned in kind, trying desperately to push the thoughts away and get lost in him. He was expertly handling me in only the way he could. I was facing away from him, ass in the air, and he was moving with piston precise movements behind me. My hands gripped the sheets to steady myself as he somehow started to go even harder.

“Babe?”

He stopped at the concern that must’ve etched itself into my voice. I looked back at him. Matthew’s eyes were wild with desire and his chest was rising and falling in tune with his frustration.

“Can you maybe do that thing you did again?”

“What thing?” His voice was raw and guttural, every word straining against his desire to be inside me.

“You know, when you called me, well,” I hesitated.

Matthew’s bewildered expression twisted into a naughty grin of a self serving manner.

“Slut?” His eyebrows raised in a direct challenge.

“Yes,” I moaned out the word as he inserted his index finger inside me.

Just then the sound of his hand roughly smacking my ass reverberated throughout the room. Slicing through the air like a knife cutting soft butter and bouncing off the walls like a bullet.

Not long after my request were we back at it again. This time his raw dick felt even larger as it pulsated with every time he called me a slut. With every time he tore me down. It was a delicious feeling to so completely give myself and be degraded for it. The visions came back though, unable to be heeded off completely.

Sean’s masculine ‘dude’s and ‘bro’s penetrated my every thought. Every sensation becoming attributed to a fantasy that I knew was too taboo to admit. Eventually Matthew roared and I felt his dick twitch repeatedly, dumping so much cum in me I could almost taste it.

He collapsed beside me as he spoke, “happy valentine’s day babe.”

I shifted to grab my phone off the nightstand before returning to his awaiting arms. An unopened message from Sean lit up my screen. I ignored it, tossing over onto my side and into Matthew’s waiting arms.

I was happy like this. Truly I was.

There was so many tumultuous thoughts in me though, and I knew that this dissatisfaction had a cure… I just didn’t want to admit it.

“Do you think maybe we could go out tonight?”

He was quiet, his eyes closed while his hand traced my back in deliberate motions.

“Did you not get enough dessert?” His words were followed by a wink and a sigh.

“I mean let’s go out to a club. Somewhere fun.”

“You want to go out to a club?”

I flinched at the question, realizing that I truly was the reason we stopped going out. I hesitated. Balancing a set of dangerous scales in my mind.

“Yeah. I do,” gentle calculation wove its way into my words.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

There was a thick awkward silence that settled in the space around us. It didn’t seem to let up. Our eyes locking in silent wars of intent and intensity.

Matthew eventually stood, shrugging his shoulders before stretching them fully. With that he began walking toward the closet to get changed into something more club suitable.

About twenty minutes later we were both geared up and ready to go in matching black leather jackets, white t-shirts and dark blue jeans. Matthew wore dark brown Timberland boots that added a one inch increase to his already tall frame. I wore high top Van’s that were bright pink with white lettering.

Matthew drove us to the place that I had last met up with Shawn. It was a two story spot with the words “Eclectic” written in bright neon. The building itself was mildly run down and so what used to be white and black striped paint stripped into a muddy grey color. The music was loud enough that I could hear it from outside across the street. I took the lead. Grabbing his hand, I strode to the front doors.

Inside the jumbled cacophony of music and people overwhelmed me. I gripped Matthew’s arm tighter, walking directly in the direction of the bar. Bodies brushed past me and I could feel the sweat and warmth of each one.

We finally got to the bar and I turned to face him. He was visibly bewildered by my confidence and movement on the floor. Truth be told, I was still freaking out inside. But I was chasing a feeling that eclipsed my thoughts and drove me forward.

“What’ll ya have?”

The bartender was short with a long and curly mullet. His words spilled out from his noticeably large lips beneath his thick brown mustache. My eyes quickly flashed to his hot pink lady gaga t shirt and back to the brown irises patiently awaiting my order.

I ordered. While he made them I mindlessly tapped the counter and hummed along to the song playing.

We drank. And we drank. I truthfully don’t remember Matthew drinking much. So I should say I drank and drank.

Matthew stepped in front of me, pinning me to the bar with one hand while the other gripped my hips. Then our lips were together. All the while, I could feel a presence watching me. My eyes opened and flicked to the side to meet it. There he was, somehow always around, Shawn.

He didn’t break eye contact with me. Not when Matthew’s hand went to the small of my back, and not when the kiss got slightly too aggressive for most public settings. But then again, I didn’t break the eye contact either except for when my eyes fell closed from pleasure. Which would only last seconds before they were reopened to the never ending daggers being visually thrown my direction.

Cum leaked out of my well used ass as a reminder of the events that unfolded earlier. Part of me wanted to show him. Claim Matthew as mine by pushing my well used hole in front of him and watching him stare in awe at the amount of cum dripping from my ass.

Behind him I saw a black curtain that periodically would open to a sweaty guy or two. A back room? I didn’t notice that the last time I was here.

Matthew noticed my hesitancy in our kisses and broke our lips apart. His face looked puzzled as he searched my eyes for a solution. I looked over again to where Shawn was standing and felt Matthew follow my eyes line. Only to find that Shawn was no longer there.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah. I just-” I don’t finish that sentence because what was I suppose to say?

“Just what?” His hand caressed my cheek softly.

“Wanna go…” My eyes moved over to the dark room “there?”

“What?”

Matthew couldn’t hide his excitement. I could feel the hair on his arms stand at attention and brush my own.

“Are you serious?”

The gold in his eyes somehow shown bright in the club at the mere thought. I nodded without a word and slipped off the chair, dragging his muscular frame behind me and into the pitch black.

My eyes found it difficult to adjust to the light but I didn’t need much as I could hear the sound of skin slapping skin around me. Moans permeated the space and I could feel one of Matthew’s hands grip my ass.

There were rooms, presumably with a variety of kink friendly items inside lining the wall, I could tell from the soft red emanating from them. I pulled Matthew into one and he immediately brought his fingers to his lips and put them inside me.

“Someone could walk in,” he whispered as a second finger entered me.

His fingers flicked directly into my prostate eliciting a loud moan as he used spit and his own cum to drive me ever so slowly insane.

“I know.” I cried out.

“They can all hear you.”

“I know.” My body somehow was holding itself up even as it shook with pleasure.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t even notice him walk in. “Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

Matthew stopped and stared at Shawn with wild eyes. None of us moved except for Matthew’s fingers still pressing rough against my delicate g spot.

My hand had shot out and stopped him. I don’t know why but it did. I wanted him here. I wanted him to do something for me.

“Kiss.” I looked between the two of them and let the word out on a moan.

“What? No babe.” Matthew removed his fingers and I felt so empty.

Shawn looked hungry and I noticed his eyes hadn’t left Matthew’s loose dick since he walked in. He didn’t make any effort to leave. He wanted this as badly as me.

“Kiss. I’m okay with it. Just, I want you to kiss as he fucks me.”

We all exchanged glances. Things had escalated so quickly and my request was so out of character that I was thoroughly shocking even myself.

“Okay,” Shawn spoke plainly, but I could feel his heart racing in the veins under my fingers.

“I don’t know about this babe.”

Matthew was bashful but I saw through the act straight to the flames of his desire. So I turned my head and I kissed him. I slid my lips along Shawn’s while staring directly into Matthew’s eyes.

It was a challenge. One that was exchanged wordlessly and with direction.

“Fine… I mean yes. Let’s do it.”

Shawn looked stunned, like he didn’t know how to act next. That is until Matthew grabbed his face with both hands and planted their lips together. And what a sight that was this time around.