We talked. She’s okay.
Keith replied almost immediately.
When?
He glanced at Noel, still napping next to him. He’d need to confirm that with her.
I’ll find out from her and let you know by tomorrow.
Another rapid response.
Good boy.
His heart twisted.
Yes, this is what he wanted.
Needed
.
Thank You, Sir.
Noel had wanted home-court advantage. She told Scott that Keith could come over Tuesday night and have pizza or something with them while they talked. Actually, having Scott back home after his weekend away, and then having sex with him immediately, had soothed her, in a way.
She knew he wasn’t playing her. Wasn’t just going through some midlife crisis. She knew Scott really loved her and this was tearing him up inside.
That made it easier for her, somehow, even though she didn’t know why.
In a way, there was also relief. No more waiting, and no more pretending to be a Domme from this point on. She could be herself again. Just Noel.
She jumped when the doorbell rang a little after seven thirty Tuesday night. The pizza had arrived five minutes earlier, so she knew it wasn’t that.
She let Scott answer it.
She heard a male voice, a silent pause that was likely a kiss or hug—or maybe both—in greeting, then the sound of them walking into the kitchen behind her. She stood at the sink, washing a couple of stray dishes.
Steeling herself, she rinsed her hands, dried them, slapped on a smile, and turned.
Her heart thudded. Before her stood a handsome hunk of a guy.
Holy. Shit.
Scott hadn’t just landed himself a guy, but a god.
She performed a quick check to make sure her jaw wasn’t gaping.
Scott made the introductions. “Keith Knepp, this is Noel. Noel, Keith.”
She nodded. “Hi.”
Keith stepped forward, hand extended. “Hi. Nice to meet you. Scott told me a lot of nice things about you. I apologize for the circumstances.”
Okay, he earned points for that. She shook with him, mesmerized by his handsome brown gaze. He had the tan of someone who worked outside, and he didn’t smell of cigarettes. She caught a glimpse of the bottom edge of an upper-arm sleeve tat peeking out from below the left sleeve of his shirt.
Fuck.
Hell,
she’d
do him. In a heartbeat. How the hell could she blame Scott for falling for him?
“It’s okay,” she finally said, realizing the men were waiting on her to speak again. “It’s not your fault. It’s just the circumstances.”
She also realized Keith was not a man to mince words. When they sat, he immediately waded right into the difficult topic.
“Scott and I talked a lot this weekend. About the situation. I told him before anything else happened, I wanted to meet with you first.”
“He told me.”
“Are you really okay with Scott being poly with me?”
She frowned. “I don’t understand the question. Poly?”
“Well, you’re Scott’s wife. You’re his primary partner. For now, until we decide if we want to take things further, I’m only his secondary partner.”
Now she was confused. “Can you explain exactly what you have in mind?”
“Scott and I will get tested. I know he said he’s been monogamous with you, but I prefer to do it. I am, too. I would like to ask for you to get tested as well, just to level the playing field. I will only have Scott as my partner. Scott will have you and me. And from what Scott said, right now he’s your only partner. But if you decide to date and meet someone, they’d need to get tested, too, and promise to stay monogamous to you.”
She had to digest that. “You’re okay with him sleeping with me?” Yes, Sunday evening had been a little bit of a revenge fuck on her part, but she hadn’t anticipated this.
“Yes. If he was to try to sleep with another guy, no, I wouldn’t be okay with it. But he’s your husband.”
“For now.”
“I’m not in a hurry to go rushing that,” Keith said. “I’m a realist. I’d rather, if you’re okay with it, that Scott and I take our time and get to know each other. He told me he promised you he wouldn’t divorce you unless he met someone he could love at least as much as you, and I plan on honoring that commitment, too.”
Okay, so he earned more points for that, too. “Just to make sure I’m hearing you right, you’re okay with Scott still sleeping with me?” A couple of romance book fantasies flittered through her brain and she shoved them out of her mind.
“Absolutely.”
By the end of dinner, she grudgingly had to admit she was coming to like Keith even though she resented the situation.
Scott hadn’t made a bad choice.
After Keith left a little before eleven, Scott turned to her. “Do you want to talk?”
“No, I’d rather do something else.” She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall toward their bedroom. “Guess what, buddy? You’re getting laid.”
“I am?”
“You’re the one who brought a hot guy home. I get to reap the rewards of that, such as they are.” She glanced at him. “One of
my
conditions is if I want sex, I get it.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” She started stripping. “Then get naked.”
* * * *
Keith couldn’t focus on work. It’d been a week and a half since his talk with Noel, and poor Scott had reported Noel was riding him like a dude ranch pony nearly every night.
The sadist in him reveled in that, but he realized what it meant. She was understandably anxious about what was going on and this was her way of dealing. He didn’t begrudge her that at all. Especially not when she had given them carte blanche to pursue a relationship together.
He’d stopped by the doctor’s office at lunch time and received his test results. He knew Scott would be getting his back that afternoon.
Negative, of course, across the board.
That meant that night they’d be crossing the final line.
He struggled to rein in his impatient cock. The last thing he needed was to walk around the marina with a bulge in his shorts. Finally, he locked himself in the head of the yacht he was currently working on and rubbed one out just to relieve the pressure.
He knew under the circumstances that getting it up a second time later wouldn’t be an issue.
When Scott showed up at his place that night at six, Keith opened the door, pulled him inside, slammed the door shut behind him, and pinned him to the foyer wall with a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless.
“Where is it?” Keith asked him.
Scott smiled and held up a piece of paper he’d had in his hand.
Keith took it from him, scanning it. He dropped it onto the bookshelf by his front door and picked up his results, handing them to Scott.
Then he grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him down the hall toward his bedroom. “Read while you walk, buddy. We have unfinished business to finally finish.”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Scott joked.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”
Two minutes later, he had Scott on his hands and knees on his bed with his collar on, a lubed ass, his own cock lubed, and was slowly sliding the knob past Scott’s tight rim with a satisfied groan.
“Oh, buddy, that’s fucking great.”
“Not that I’m complaining, Sir,” Scott gasped, “but I figured you’d have me blow you first.”
Keith waited until he felt Scott’s ass pressing against his body to answer. “Because,” he softly said, “I know that Noel will want one out of you later, and I don’t want to wear you out. I’m going to fill this sweet ass with me, then I’ll let you come in my ass. And that will take the edge off for both of us.” He’d originally envisioned an all-night romp before Noel had started using Scott.
That was okay. He’d rather defer to her, make sure she was as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and make things as easy on her as possible.
They’d have other nights to themselves where Scott could spend more time and not worry about getting nailed by her as soon as he walked in the door.
Tonight was more about claiming his boy the right way.
He slowly started fucking him, holding on to Scott’s hips, enjoying the way Scott’s ass tightly fisted his cock, the feeling far better than through a condom.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” Keith ordered, picking up the pace, fucking him hard, reaching forward, and hooking a couple of fingers through the collar to pull his head up and back toward him. “This is the first load of my cum officially ending up in your ass, and I want you to remember this night. Beg me for it.”
“Please, Sir. Please come in my ass!”
“More.”
“Please fill Your boy’s ass with Your cum, Sir! I need Your cum in my ass!”
Keith could hear the capital letters in Scott’s fervent pleas. It spun his own orgasm closer to the surface as his balls swung back and forth with every stroke. “Who owns this ass?”
“You own this ass, Sir!”
“That’s right.” He drove deep, hard, his orgasm hitting him like a train, making him gasp as he thrust one last time. He held still as his balls pumped his load into Scott’s ass, his eyes falling closed, his grip loosening on Scott’s collar.
After a moment, he pulled out. “Wait here.”
He left the bed and washed up in the bathroom before he returned to the bedroom. “On your back, boy.”
Scott immediately rolled over, his cock rigid and leaking pre-cum.
He leaned in and carefully licked at Scott’s slit, his lips slowly sliding down the man’s shaft, not enough friction to get him off but enough to draw a long, needy moan from the man.
Straightening, he picked up the tube of lube and tossed it to him before climbing back onto the bed, on his hands and knees, ass toward Scott. “Lube me up good, boy. Play with my ass.”
He felt Scott’s fingers trembling as he did, tentative at first, then more sure as Keith rewarded him with moans, praise, direction. Hell, it was even getting Keith hard again.
Finally, he sat up, turned, and took the tube back. He lubed Scott’s cock, then his own, before tossing the lube aside and straddling the man.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Keith said. “You watch me. And don’t you dare come without permission.” He grabbed the base of Scott’s cock and lined the head of it up with his own hole, slowly sinking down onto him, impaling himself all the way to the root.
Scott’s whimpers of need only served to fire Keith’s and finished hardening his cock again. He grabbed Scott’s right hand and put it on his cock. “You make me come again first, then you can come.” He smiled. “You come before I do, you’ll go home with an ass covered with cane stripes, including a couple across your balls.”
He slowly rode Scott’s cock, loving the knowledge that he was the first man Scott had ever been with, the first ass Scott had fucked, the first to fuck Scott. Scott’s hand stroked Keith’s cock while Keith reached down and massaged his balls.
“That’s it, boy,” he encouraged him. “Get me off, then I’ll let my good boy put a load of cum into his Sir’s ass.”
Scott wore a devastatingly handsome look of desperation as he chewed on his lower lip and kept his blue gaze focused on Keith. His hand moved faster, harder, finally getting Keith close to the edge.
He rode Scott harder, faster, loving the way the man’s cock hit him right in the sweet spot with every stroke. “Keep going, boy. I’m almost there.”
Finally, he felt it, squeezing his balls as he let out a moan and his cum shot out all over Scott’s hand and abs. “Go ahead, boy,” he gasped.
Scott let out what was quickly growing to be a familiar moan of pleasure before his cock started throbbing inside Keith’s ass. Keith kept riding him for several more seconds, making sure Scott had finished, before falling still.
He smiled. “Now you know what has to happen, right?”
“Sir?”
He grabbed Scott’s wrist and pushed it up to his mouth. “You get to clean up the mess.
Scott eagerly licked Keith’s cum from his hand. Then Keith scooped stray drops of it from where it’d landed on Scott’s abs and chest and fed it to the man.
Scott licked and sucked it from Keith’s fingers as he did.
Maybe we do have time for one more.
He made Scott slide down the bed and straddled him, pinning Scott’s wrists over his head and slowly fucking his mouth. It didn’t take Scott long to get him hard yet again, and Keith made it a quick one. He did it hard, fast, deep, making Scott take it and enjoying the loud moan from under him as one small, final load of cum ended up inside his boy. This time, in Scott’s mouth.
Breathless, Keith climbed off him and pulled Scott into his arms, kissing him. Scott’s cock was stiff again and rubbing against Keith’s body.
He reached down and squeezed his cock, hard. “That one’s for Noel,” he said. “If she decides she doesn’t want you tonight, then you have to hold it. Don’t you dare rub one out. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In fact, from now on, you are not allowed to masturbate without permission. You want to rub one out, you either ask me, or you can do it with Noel. You have no excuses not to get sex.”
Hopefully, the added bonus would be Noel staying satisfied in bed, for now, at least, and get her used to the idea that her husband had a boyfriend.
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled, nibbling on Scott’s lower lip. “Good boy.”
* * * *
Scott could still feel Keith’s cock fucking his ass as he drove home a little after ten that night. He got why Keith was keeping him horny for Noel’s benefit, but it didn’t help that he now had a raging hard-on that wouldn’t go away.
And he was a good boy. He wouldn’t disobey Keith’s orders.
Besides, he wouldn’t put it past Keith to compare notes with Noel and check up on him. With everything out in the open, there was no reason to hide anything.
When he returned home, Noel was in bed, but awake and watching TV. He’d taken a quick shower at Keith’s to clean up before leaving, so he was able to go right to bed.
She crooked a finger at him, grabbing his cock as he climbed into bed with her.