The two best friends met up the next day as promised and talked about the situation at hand. Funny enough they gossiped and compared notes as if the man they were talking about was a stranger to the two of them and not Lilly's husband.
Lilly listened attentively as Billy recounted his tryst with her husband. How he was able to perform something that she considered an impossible feat was beyond her understanding. She always thought that deepthroating Brandon's 13 inches of fat salami was undoable, as if that same prod didn't give her four beautiful children.
"So, what now?" Asked Billy after finishing his story. While everything was hot and exciting, they were still in a very delicate situation. It may all seem fun and giggles but shit could easily hit the fan and a lot of things could end up stained and ruined.
"Just keep doing it I guess?" Answered Lilly. As usual, she didn't see any problem with what happened being the mastermind of everything.
"You're gonna have to give me more than that. This is your marriage we're talking about." He said back.
"I know." She answered but not really knowing what to add. She was just hopeful that this could make things easier for her and her marriage.
While the two best friends were chatting away amongst themselves, Brandon was left alone in his thoughts at work. His body moved on its own as if he was on autopilot, thanks to muscle memory. He was easily fixing cars while his mind was elsewhere.
In his head the whole event kept replaying itself. His body reacted accordingly to the progression of the story; especially from the moment when the video of Billy giving some random guy some head started playing, up to the part when he was having his own cock sucked and blowing copious amount of his load in the dicksucker's belly.
Every now and then a pang of guilt did hit him. He was a family man, a father, a husband and most of all, he was straight. But here he was, getting turned on by the thought of having a faggot drain him of his milk and not just any guy, his wife's best friend; someone who knew his wife and kids really well.
He did love his family, especially his wife, but for the longest time his sexual needs were never adequately taken care off and if Billy kept his mouth shut, this arrangement could really balance everything out. His dick was hard as steel as he thought of getting another good knob polishing.
Working with a hard on wasn't new to him. To them to be exact. Brandon and his brothers were all in the same boat sex wise. With elephant trunks for dicks and wives and girlfriends who were too dainty to take a proper pounding, they were constantly suffering from blue balls.
Having affairs was also out of the question. Part of it was fear of ruining their relationships with their significant others, but another part was because it was really hard to find a woman who could take them comfortably up the pussy, mouth or the ass. Having a mistress who was going to let them get fucked by a massive schlong constantly was a huge ask. Factoring in the fact that most of these women were looking for either a payment or to be courted and taken out to dates before opening their legs was too much trouble for a once a month bang.
That afternoon, Billy was busy typing away on his computer finishing his work for the day when his phone rang. It was Lilly calling him.
"Hello." He answered.
"He's on his way." She said from the other line.
"Already?" He stated. Not that he was not expecting a repeat of what had transpired the day before, but he found the timing a tad early.
"Are you busy?" Asked Lilly.
"Just about to finish." He answered.
"Ok. Have fun!!" She ended. He could hear the smile in her tone.
A couple of minutes passed and just as she said, his doorbell rang signalling the arrival of the muscular hunk.
