In Part 3 "Under Her Watch", Tom fucked his wife's best friend, Josh, right under her nose. Next, Tom is invited to Josh's just before his husband returns from a business trip. Look for Myra's diary entry.
Part 4 - Under His Watch
"Hey," Josh texted Tom. "Connor's coming home tonight."
Tom sat next to his wife. His heart jumped. To Tom's great benefit, the man he'd fucked right under his wife's nose hadn't gotten enough of Tom's cock. He anticipated what would come next.
"Oh yeah? That sucks. Business trip over?" Tom replied.
"Yeah. And I have no desire to see my husband without someone else's load in me."
"I don't blame you," Tom smirked. He meant it.
"What's that?" Tom looked to Myra, her eyebrows raised.
"Oh, Eric is just talking shit about the game today," Tom lied. It felt good to lie.
"Ask for what you need, cumslut," Tom texted. Three dots pulsed on the screen.
"Come over for a quick fuck. Connor will be back in an hour or so."
"Be there in half an hour. Is that enough time?"
"You tell me, stud. Get your married dick over here."
Tom jumped from the couch, a broad grin on his face. He didn't care if Myra suspected anything. "Gonna shower and go to Eric's for a bit."
"Oh, okay. I was gonna make something special tonight for dinner," Myra said. She smiled, but her eyes were sad.
"Don't worry about it. Another night," Tom, whose cock was growing at the sight of his wife's disappointment, kissed Myra on the forehead and headed for the shower.
"Sorry, it took longer than I thought," Tom apologized as Josh opened the door to his minimalist brownstone. Josh was proud of his place. Once Connor paid off the house, he reluctantly transferred the title to Josh. Josh told Connor that he needed security if Connor were to divorce him. Although Connor was suspicious, he hadn't caught onto Josh's rampant infidelity. Josh knew there was a risk he'd get found out; thus, divorce was likely. He didn't care now that he had a multi-million dollar home.
"No worries," Josh said, kneeling. He rubbed Tom's cock through thin athletic shorts. Tom had gone commando, and it drove Josh wild. "We've got about 20 minutes."
Tom took off his shirt. His thin, muscular frame towered over Josh. Tom's hair, tied up in a bun, and beard were still wet from showering. He looked nothing like Josh's husband. Tom was 6'1", so well-toned that he had bulging veins from his crotch up to his waist. He was tattooed, sporting a Karl Marx on the side of his lean torso; a large rose on his shoulder; a portrait of someone woman on his other forearm, among others.
Connor, however, was clean-cut--smooth- and fair-skinned, with bright blonde hair, blue eyes, and easily sunburned. He was taller than Tom, more white-collar, and commanded the attention of a conference room. Josh loved cheating on such an imposing man who Josh knew to be a softy through and through. Josh loved cheating more than he loved his husband.
Josh had pulled Tom's waistband down, already deepthroating Tom's dick. Tom pumped his cock into and out of Josh's throat. He pulled his phone out of his pocket--Myra texted--and scoffed, knowing that he wouldn't be responding until he came in someone other than her. He set the phone aside.
"I wanna fuck your pussy," Tom growled.
"Let's go. I need your cum inside me." Josh stood, caught his breath, and wiped tears from his cheeks. He led Tom by the dick to the main bedroom, mirroring the other day when the two fucked in Tom and Myra's marriage bed. Would they do the same? Embarrass Connor by cheating in their shared bed?
The bedroom continued the minimalist aesthetic. One large window, lightly dressed with sheer curtains, overlooked the short driveway off Josh and Connor's quiet, tree-lined city street. Josh shut the bedroom door. He sat on the edge of the bed--Connor's side--pulling Tom along by the cock, and resumed deepthroating.
Tom moaned, his heart beating a million times a minute. The thought that Connor could come home at any moment sent chills through his body as his cock was being adored--treated to the most eager sensations of Josh's warm mouth.
For Josh, Tom's cock filled his mouth and throat perfectly. Eric was too big--and Connor was nothing. As Josh let the saliva coat Tom's smooth cock and balls, Josh remembered meeting Connor--hooking up with his future husband for the first time. His cock hung low between long legs, but he turned out to be a shower. Josh, ever the size queen, tried not to yawn as Connor's six inches eased in and out of Josh's ass. Josh knew someone without a massive dick could be a great fuck, but after years of huge pricks pummeling his hole, by the time he'd met Connor, an enormous member was all Josh could feel. Connor filled many voids--especially Josh's bank account--but he couldn't fill the one that would fully lock Josh down. Josh pulled off of Tom's dick.
"The window," Josh said, slapping himself with the married man's prick.
"What?" Tom watched Josh, mesmerized by the self-inflicted beating.
"Fuck me at the window. We can see if Connor comes home."
Genius, Tom thought. Josh positioned himself in front of the window, his hands gripping the ledge, ass on show for his cheating partner.
Tom took his free cock in hand, pointing it like a missile to its target--a caramel-toned ass hole that he shouldn't be fucking, but would anyway. He took position behind his wife's best friend, rubbing the cock-tip on Josh's puckered man-pussy. It felt warm and inviting as Josh knowingly contracted the entrance.
"Shove it in," Josh said, knowing Tom's cock was slathered in his saliva.
And Tom did. Josh winced at the stinging pain--a pain he loved--and felt used. What would Connor think if he knew his husband was just a hole for any man who would take it?
Tom dove to the hilt, his smooth balls pressed against Josh's taint, the pressure of which added to Tom's pleasure. The men closed their eyes and moaned in sync while both realized they needed sight of the driveway, each excitedly opening their eyes again.
"Fuck me before my husband gets home, stud," Josh commanded.
Tom began to thrust, slowly for a moment. But Tom couldn't take it--he needed to hump this faggot's ass. He plowed Josh. His balls clapped against Josh's skin, a sound each of them loved--it signaled an animalistic desire to spread seed. Tom growled--something he'd never done before. He felt the power of taking someone else's man surge through him. He gripped Josh's sides with a strength of ownership; he piledrove this man's ass, claiming it as his own; his hips slammed as if they knew their purpose was to fuck anyone but the woman who had claimed them.
"Oh my fucking god. I love cheating with you," Josh panted.
