Around March 2023, I started writing a story to caption this photo, but ended up setting the story aside, so it languished in my Drafts folder for several months until about a month ago, I reader sent me the same photo and asked me to write a story for it. The only disclaimer he gave me was that it shouldn't contain certain subject matter that I sometimes like to write about. After some starts and stops at picking this story back up, I've got it finished for the reader who requested it. The below story is what I came up with:
"You sure there's nothing I can get you, Tom? Some water, maybe? Or something to snack on? You've been going at it for a few hours without a break." I asked partially seriously and partially hoping he'd drop his tools - and his pants - and sweep me into his arms telling me that I'm the only thing he needed at that very moment.
"Nah, I'm good," the studly contractor said tersely without even glancing in my direction. "I got a lot more work I need to get accomplished before I'm done for the day. After all, you fellas said you wanted this new shower installed in a couple weeks' time, right?"
"Yep. We did. I guess I'd better let you get back to it then."
As I turned to walk out of the bathroom, my tail metaphorically between my legs, he didn't even acknowledge my departure. As hot as I was for him, he didn't even know I existed. I felt the knife of rejection get twisted even further when I stepped into the hallway and found my husband, Vince, leaning against the wall right outside the bathroom door with a smirk on his face.
"What?" I asked as I passed by him, trying to pretend like I was completely innocent.
As he followed me down the hallway, I could hear the teasing tone in his voice. "Well THAT was embarrassing."
Now in the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of coffee and turned to look at the love of my life. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm pretty sure you do," he grinned at me and then adopted an exaggerated, breathy affect to his voice for an over-the-top, ridiculous imitation of me. "'Are you sure there's nothing I can get you, Tom?" He walked around the island and got close to my face. "'Some water? Maybe me on all fours right here....right...NOW? My juicy ass is so ready for you, stud!"
I rolled my eyes, but had to work hard to stifle a laugh so as not to encourage him. "You make me sound like Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday to the president. And I never offered to let him fuck my...ahem...juicy ass right then and there."
Vince folded his arms and cocked his eye at me. "But you wouldn't have turned him down if he wanted it, would you?"
"I think you know the answer to that question, Babe. You're not blind. I mean, you've seen Tom...right?"
He smirked at me. "It sounds like you're about to ask to change your hall pass. This is - what? - the 20th time in a couple months?"
"I don't change my hall pass THAT often. For at least a couple years it's been that hot NFL ref...what's his face, Clark."
"Don't pretend you don't know his first name, Babe. The link to his Google images page is still at the top of your browsing history. But I'm going to let that go because I'm more interested in calling BS on you."
"What do you mean?" Again, I tried to sound innocent.
"Hot NFL ref hasn't been your hall pass in a at least a year. How quickly we forget that you changed your PERMANENT hall pass to that dorky TBS baseball announcer you got hot for during National League playoffs. Then literally five minutes later you were ready to lay it all on the line for that team manager...Tori Spelling or whatever."
"Torrey Lovullo!" I corrected, my voice heavy with irritation at him trying to get my goat by purposely getting the guy's name wrong. Just as quickly, I shifted mental gears and sighed dreamily at the memory of the ruggedly handsome DILF manager. "Boy would I not mind helping him swing his bat...again and again and again!"
Vince shook his head at me and smiled in amusement. "And then before I could get my bearings, you were all about that allegedly cute butcher in the deli section of the grocery store. Then you went through about six pundits on that 24/7 news channel we watch sometimes. Then there was that fill-in weather guy on the local news, that guy that always seems to be on duty when we get Chipotle, five different guys at the gym, and - after at least a dozen other different guys - as of a week ago your hall pass was Bob Odenkirk from Better Call Saul."
"I didn't realize it was a crime to love love," I responded, affecting an offended tone to tease my husband.
"Yeah... Who knew you'd have so much in common with that guy from Sister Wives." Vince winked at me. "So, now your new guy is Tom, huh?"
I sipped my coffee and tried to seem nonchalant. "I guess," to which Vince immediately scoffed. "Don't get like that, hon. It's all in fun. I'd never actually do anything."
Vince chuckled. "That isn't why I reacted that way. Just the idea of Tom wanting to do anything sexual with you."
"Hey!" We'd been bantering back and forth good naturedly, but I was starting to feel like I should be offended. "You married me, remember? Or am I the homely consolation prize you settled for."
"No. Of course not! I'm sorry, Nathan. I didn't mean to imply that. You're a total catch and I feel lucky everyday that you chose me."
I didn't like it when Vince put himself down or made himself smaller in order to lift me up. "We chose each other," I corrected him. "And in case you forgot, I had to fight for you. You came pretty close to making the biggest mistake of your life and giving me the brush off so you could go after Kevin Maloney. Talk about pretty but dull as dishwater..."
He reached over and patted my hand like we were a couple of best girlfriends out for lunch. I would've loved it if he'd have reached over and pulled me to him for a kiss. "Best choice I never made," Vince smiled at me. "And by the way... I wasn't being shady about the idea of you and Tom. It's obvious the man's straight. That's all I meant. If you weren't married to me, he'd be lucky to get you into bed."
"He's my new hall pass, so you never know," I winked at my husband. "Maybe he'll be lucky to get me into bed after all."
For all of his enjoyment at teasing me, it was slightly satisfying to see Vince get a little jealous. "You just said it's all in fun and you'd never do anything!"
"Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't. I mean, the guy's right down the hall with no shirt on and that heavy tool belt trying to drag his pants down. That muscular furry chest gets me pretty hot. Plus all that BDE he's got rolling off of him. I bet he's got a heavy, meaty dick and a set of full, bull balls."
Looking mightily uncomfortable, Vince grabbed his bag off of the kitchen table. "I need to get to work." He walked over to where I was standing and I thought I might finally get my breathtaking kiss. Instead, he leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Try not to seduce the contractor while I'm gone. We need that bathroom finished by the end of the month. I can't have him stopping every couple hours to empty his bull balls into your juicy ass."
Ignoring his comment, I smiled. "You sure you want to leave me here alone with a man who's obviously very good with his hands and probably knows how to fuck like a pro?"
For a brief moment, I saw Vince frown before he recovered and smiled at me. "I trust you."
"There's your first mistake!" I teased.
Vince winked at me. "Have a good day, Babe."
"You too," he patted me on the back and then walked to the door. "Enjoy your day off."
With that, Vince was out the door. I stood at the window, watched him walking to his car, and sighed. I loved him, but I wish there was more passion in our marriage. When we first got together, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Now ten years later, things were too much of a routine. Oh well, I thought to myself. Vince is a good man and he loves me. And all you need is love, right? It was then that I heard a throat clear behind me and turned to see Tom standing in the entrance way to the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Tom." I'm sure I was blushing at seeing the hunky man standing there. "Sorry. I was just seeing Vince off to work."
"Yeah. I heard." Although his voice was even and his face didn't give anything away, I saw something in his eyes...a fire that hadn't been there when I was in talking to him a few minutes ago. "I'm probably going to need to go to Lowe's in a little bit and pick up some more supplies. I wanted to let you know in case you need me to pick up anything else while I'm out."
"No. I think we're good. But thanks for..." I stopped mid-sentence as my brain finally wrestled my concentration away from my libido. It was occurring to me that he'd just admitted that he'd heard Vince and I saying goodbye. I wondered what else of our conversation he'd heard."
Tom gave me a long look before turning to walk out of the room. Then, he paused for a second as if he was thinking something over. I watched as he turned back to me with a grin on his face that was so freakin' sexy I'd have agreed to have his babies if he'd asked me to...if it was biologically possible for me to do that. "By the way, Nate, I know your fella was just joking around with you, but your ass IS pretty juicy-lookin' if you ask me."
If I wasn't blushing before, I know for a fact I was now. Tom smirked at me and suddenly the whole mood in the room changed. I should've been uncomfortable with it and done whatever I needed to do to diffuse the situation. But that's not what happened. "So you heard our whole conversation then." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Pretty much," he winced and brought his hand up to rub the back of his closely shaved head. "I'm sorry, bud. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Right after you walked out of the room earlier, I realized I needed to hit the store so I went to find you and heard you talkin' with Vince. I waited around, hoping to interrupt at a break in the conversation."
"So then you heard me say all that stuff about..."
I let the sentence trail off without finishing it and Tom picked it up where I'd left off. "...the muscular chest, the BDE, the meaty dick, the bull balls. Yeah. I heard."
"Oh man! I'm so embarrassed. Tom, I'm so sorry. It was totally unfair of me to objectify you like that. You're more than your body. I know that from getting to talk with you over the past few days you've been working here."
Amazingly enough, Tom just smiled at me. "Don't worry about it, Brett. It isn't the first time I've been objectified by a client. And you were only saying what you thought. Besides, you didn't say anything untrue." He looked down at his front as he brought his hand up to lazily rub over the expanse of his hairy chest. "I'm pretty ripped from all the work I do not to mention when I'm able to get to the gym. And I've had other people say I've got big dick energy. Some guys just have a natural swagger, I guess. So it's all good."
"Thanks for being so gracious about this, Tom," I truly was appreciative of how cool he was being.
"No big deal," he smiled warmly. "And for what it's worth, the part about the meaty dick and the bull balls... I mean... I like to think so."
Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pass out right there in the middle of the kitchen. "Oh wow..." I tried to restrain myself to a reaction that wouldn't give away how horny I was.
Once again, it looked like Tom was about to leave that last statement hanging out there and walk out of the kitchen, letting me off the hook before I did something I might regret later. But as before, he paused in the doorway. Then he turned around and walked over to where I was standing. I could feel the heat rolling off of his body...or maybe it was just my own blood boiling. He looked into my eyes and without breaking my gaze he asked the question that changed everything. "You wanna see first hand if you're right?"
I knew I should've said no. Sure Vince and I talked about having hall passes, but we both knew it was just for fun. I knew he'd never actually do anything with his married with two kids boss. And even with me, part of the shtick of me changing mine 'every five minutes' - as Vince liked to tease me - was the ridiculousness of it all. But what was happening here was no joke. I looked into Tom's eyes and there was no hesitation, no sign that he was joking, no hint to regret at his offer. All that was there was lust.
Without answering him verbally, I dropped to my knees and looked up to see his head tilted down. I bit my lip and hesitated with what to do next. He seemed to sense the inner turmoil that I was feeling. "No one ever has to know, Natey. Just between you and me." He reached down to softly run his hand up the back of my neck and slowly nodded his head. That's all I needed to see and hear. There was no longer an angel sitting on my shoulder to talk me out of what I was about to do. This was going to happen.
Not breaking his gaze, I reached up to undo the heavy tool belt. Under normal circumstances, I'd have undone it carefully and laid it gently on the floor. Not this time, though. I let it fall to the floor, the metal clanking loudly against the tile floor of the kitchen and the wood handle of the hammer making a thud.
With that pesky belt out of the way, it became plainly obvious that I wasn't the only one who was excited. When I reached out to run my hand along the substantial bulge in Tom's cargo pants, even through the thick fabric, it felt hot to my touch. Leaving my left hand resting on the throbbing bulge, I couldn't resist reaching up to run my hand up Tom's furry torso and feel up his magnificent chest. I guess he was enjoying the attention I was paying, he tilted his head back and exhaled heavily and let a breathy, "Oh god yeah!" escape his open mouth.
As I ran my hand back down so both were once again below his waist, he looked back down at me and grinned. "You really do like my body, don't you?"
"Fuck yeah! What isn't there to like?" I ran my hands up his thigh and once again up onto his stomach. "You're all man, Tom. And you're just the kind of man I like."
"Don'tcha think it's time you saw all of me, then?"
He was right. It was time. For whatever reason, I had been holding back. Holding back was over, though. I unbuttoned and unzipped him, letting free a monster of a dick that even that bulge hadn't done justice to. Meaty didn't even begin to describe it. As I hefted it in my right hand, it hung heavy with maybe not the most porny length, but enough girth that I worried my mouth and my throat wouldn't be able to handle it. "Jesus, Tom!"
With no prompting or permission, I leaned forward and began rubbing my face against the underside of his tool, running it all over, opening my mouth and extending my tongue to touch any part that I could. I let his balls drop inside a couple times. I felt like such a whore, being down on my knees like this, rubbing the contractor's dick all over my face like I was marking his territory for him, but I didn't care. In this moment, I was a proud whore...Tom's proud whore. When I drew my face back, feeling breathless, I looked back up at him, still looking down at me with a surprised but pleased look on his face.
"I take it you like?" he smirked down at me.
"Like doesn't even begin to cover it. This is better than I could've dreamed up in my horniest fantasies."
"So you've been fantasizing about my dick, then?"
I blushed, embarrassed at that admission. "Yeah."
"Hot," he cooed at me, adding in an almost-whisper as he ran the back of his hand down the side of my face. "What have you been fantasizing about doing with it?"
"Everything..." was all I could get out.
"Unh!" Tom moaned, his whole body jerking. I knew that body jerk. I'd hit a nerve within him with just my words. It was more of a turn on for me than anything had even been in my entire life.
"You like knowing that?" I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it.
"Oh baby," he whispered huskily. "Let's just say you know exactly how to drive a man crazy!"
I leaned back, bracing my hands on the floor behind me as Tom leaned down to push his pants all the way down to the floor so he could step out of them. "I know I only offered you a peek. And it's way out of line for me to say this to you. I'm probably about to lose this job by sayin' this, but I'm too fuckin' horny to care. I need to fuck you right now, Nate. I don't care that you're married and that your husband just left for work five minutes ago."
I climbed to my feet and reached out to run my hand along his right bicep and across his shoulder to his neck. "Don't worry, man. Your job is 100% safe. You know why?" Tom barely shook head as if he didn't want to break the spell between us. "Because... I love my husband. He's the best, most caring man I know. But in this moment, I don't care that I'm married either."
"Fuck, baby. I'm not imagining this am I? You really do want this, don't you?"
It's funny how the tables had turned. Moments ago, he was the one in charge, egging me on. Now, I was the one who seemed to be pulling us both down the path. I brought both hands to his waist and pulled him to me, letting his leaking prick make contact with my sweats-covered bulge. "You tell me, stud."
"Lead the way, my man!" the hunky contractor grinned.
I moved to walk out of the kitchen and lead this sexed-up stud back toward the bedrooms. I should've cared that Tom had left his tool belt and pants laying on the kitchen floor for anyone to see - including Vince if he happened to come back home for some reason. I should've cared that along the way, I let Tom pull my clothes off piece by piece, leaving a trail down the hallway. But I didn't care. If Vince DID come back home, let him see! God, was I so far gone at this point!
By the time we made it back to the guest bedroom, I was as naked as Tom. He'd started toward the master bedroom, but I touched his arm and pointed toward the other room instead. He nodded at me, understanding that wasn't a line I was going to cross. I loved the attention the man lavished on me with his eyes, obviously appreciating my gym-toned runners body. "God, you're beautiful!"
I shouldn't have liked hearing a man other than Vince saying those words to me. But I have to admit. I loved the attention. Vince should be the one here right now saying those words to me. Maybe it makes me a scumbag, but I wanted the man who WAS saying those words. I wanted him now. I reached my hand around his back and pulled him to me, our faces now just inches away from each other. "No more words," I said softly. "Just fuck me, Tom. Fuck me like I've been needing to be fucked for a long time."
"Oh, Nate. Don't worry, baby. I got you. I got all that you need." The next thing I knew, we were kissing each other hungrily with our hands exploring each other's body.
Moments later, I was flat on my back on the bed with Tom on top of me. As the kiss broke, I couldn't stop myself from saying something no married man should say to a man that isn't his husband. "You ARE all that I need..."
That remark must've hit Tom somewhere deep. He pulled upright and straddled my legs on his knees. "Damn, Nate. You're dangerous for me to be around. Lucky for the both of us, I like danger."
For another few seconds, he looked at me thoughtfully and then his attention shifted. He nudged my ass, signaling that he wanted me to lift up so he could put a pillow underneath. then, he had me lift my legs up while he crouched down and parted my ass cheeks with both of my hands. "Damn, baby. What a hole you got! Doesn't look like the well-fucked hole of a guy who's getting his needs met often enough, though."
"Guess not..." was all I said back to him. As many lines as I'd crossed in the past half an hour or so, it didn't feel right to go into detail with him about my sex life with Vince, or lack thereof.
He chuckled. "Let's see if we can change that." Moments later, I felt his tongue swabbing around it, his fingers stretching it so that more of his tongue could dig inside. For the next fifteen minutes, I was on the receiving end of the best rimjob I'd had in years. And I hadn't exactly had many. It wasn't that Vince didn't like to rim. I'd thought he was pretty good...until THIS.
When Tom lifted my legs higher and was right again, he looked into the face of a man who would've said he was completely satisfied if things had ended there. He smirked at me. "I was gonna ask if you liked that, but I can tell by the look on your face."
"Where'd you learn to do that, man?!"
"Lots of practice eating ass and pussy. The two aren't all that different. Listen, you got any lube? I got your insides pretty well coated, but...well...I'm pretty big down there as you can see. I think I need to prep you some more."
"In the drawer of the nightstand."
He retrieved it, squirted some in his palm, coated his already-leaking cock, and then went to work mixing it with his saliva in and around my hole. A couple minutes later, he'd finished his work and I felt the head at my hole. He looked at me and it was actually sweet to see concern in his eyes. "I'm gonna start now. But listen... I don't care what any guy says about not stopping when he starts. If this gets to be too much for you, we can stop. Honest." He reached down and gripped my bicep and then ran his hand up my shoulder to the side of my neck.
"I won't be stopping you," I replied confidently, even though I didn't exactly feel the way I let me tone sound. "I want this."
"Damn, Natey! Confident men get my motor running like you wouldn't believe." He started to press into me, but stopped and looked at me again. "I'll be as gentle as I can be. Just remember... It's like I said before. I got you."
Between the concern in his eyes and the caring things he was saying, my heart was melting and I was keyed up as hell. I bit my lip and nodded at him in acknowledgement.
It was slow going at first and I won't lie. It hurt like a bitch. I did my best to take it like a trooper and not let Tom see how searing the pain was at times, but he could tell. A couple times, the way he looked at me, I think he wanted to ask me if we should stop, but I was thankful he never actually asked. Something about it would've been embarrassing to me.
After he'd gotten all the way in me to his pelvic bone and taken several minutes to let me get used to him being there...helped along with an extended make out session, he pulled his upper body back and I knew he was ready to start. As painful as it had been and as painful as I knew it would be at first until that subsided and the pleasure took over, I was ready for him to start too.
He started off pumping slow, not pulling out very far before he would plunge back in but eventually, his strokes got longer. I knew by the look of frustration on his face that, after a while, he was anxious to truly fuck me, like he'd fucked who knows how many other guys and women. The pain was starting to lessen and I was feeling a little more confident, so I reached my hand up to touched his heaving chest. "Tom, you can fuck me now if you want."
He looked at me with concern but also a pleading look. "Oh I want! But are you sure you're ready?"
I nodded my head. "Fuck me."
Maybe I shouldn't have been so confident. When he really started pumping in and out of me and the intensity kept ratcheting up, it felt good but the pain also came rushing back. I did my best to bear down and take it. There was no way I was going to stop it. I wanted to ride it out all the way to the end until he'd coated my guts with his load.
After a couple minutes, he paused on the outstroke. "Maybe we should slow back down, buddy. I know you're trying, but I don't want to hurt you any more than normal."
"Don't you dare, stop!" I grunted out. "Fuck me like a man, Tom. I want it! I want your load."
"Unpht!" he uttered in what sounded like a moan and an exhale together. "Damn, buddy. You're a fuckin' trooper. Not only are you the hottest fuck I've ever had, I respect the hell out of you."
I egged him on. "I'm touched that I have you respect. What I really want right now is that dick stretching me to my limit."
"You got it, baby. And as snug of a ride as it's been, I'm letting you know now, I'm not going to last much longer."
"Gimme that load, fucker!" I spat at him. I didn't know where this aggression was coming from. I wasn't normally like this in bed. I guess Tom was bringing it out of me.
He gave me one last look of appreciation, then leaned down for a quick but sweet kiss and went' back to work. True to his word, about five minutes later, Tom was laying on top of me, his sweaty matted chest hair mixing with my more sparse spread and his dick was still in me, keeping what felt like a gallon of his cum from spilling out of me. I hadn't cum yet and I was still as hard as a rock...something I'm sure Tom could feel between us. "Jeez, Nate... That was incredible. That was easily the best fuck I've had."
I pulled him down for a quick kiss and then winked at him. "You don't have to flatter me, you know. I already feel like I've gotten more than my money's worth."
"I'm not bullshitting you. No one's ever taken my dick that well. No one."
"All in a day's work!" I tried to sound confident. It hurt like hell and I was sure I'd be sore later tonight.
Tom laughed. "I know it had to have hurt, but I love that you wouldn't give up and you rode it out. I hope the reward was worth the wait."
I ran my hand up his back and bit my lip. "Oh, it was. MORE than worth it. I'd forgotten what it feels like to get fucked like that."
"It's none of my business. But I figure we just fucked. I think that qualifies as us being close enough that I can ask you. You can tell m to fuck of if you want to. Vince really doesn't take care of you like that?"
Again, I knew I shouldn't have answered. But after fucking me like that, Tom deserved to know. "No. We fuck. But not like THAT. It's nice, though."
He looked like he wanted to say something back...maybe something he shouldn't. But whatever he wanted to say, I'll never know. His facial expression changed and he smiled at me. "Nice is good."
"Yeah," I said back unconvincingly. "I wish I could get my pipes cleaned like that on a regular basis though. Too bad you'll probably be done with the bathroom remodel in another few days."
Tom got an mischievous grin on his face and reached out to run his finger along my clavicle bone. "I don't have to be."
"What do you mean? You said earlier that you thought the job would be done soon."
"I know. But the way I figure it, with you working from home full time now, if we work this into my daily routine and I move a little slower with the work, I could make the job last close to another month."
"Damn! That would be amazing," I got excited.
"Only problem is Vince," Tom reminded me of my husband who I'd inconveniently forgotten about temporarily. "He's anxious to have his remodeled bathroom. He'll wonder why it's taking so long after I promised a speedy job."
"Don't worry about him. I'll handle keeping him from getting pissed off. You're really sure you want to do this, Tom?"
"After just now? Absolutely. I want more of this as often as I can get it." He reached down to rub my right ass cheek.
In response, I clenched my insides to squeeze his dick still inside me. "And I want THIS as often as *I* can get. I might have to convince Vince to let you remodel every room in the house just to keep you close by to fuck me as much as I need."
He chuckled. "I've created a monster!"
"A sex monster..." I mused, which got us both laughing.
"I can't help but notice," he pointed out after the laughter subsided. "You haven't cum yet."
"And you're still semi-hard," I batted back at him playfully.
"But I already came. You didn't. You need to cum."
"I don't have to," I offered. "I can take care of it later."
"Why take care of it later when we can do it now, baby? Like I said before...I got you!" He lifted himself up slightly, reached down and swiped up onto his finger some of his cum that had leaked out of my ass, and wrapped his right hand around my quivering dick. He started to stroke me when he stopped and looked at me. "I got something I want to try. Some dirty talk that I want to use that I think will help get you there. But it's...uh... It might be way out of bounds. I don't have to..."
"I'm not the straight-laced, buttoned up milquetoast that you think I am, Tom. Whatever you wanna try, I can't imagine I'll have a problem with it."
"Good," he curled his mouth into a crooked smile. While he resumed stroking my dick, he began pumping in and out of me again, softly and slowly. Even though he wasn't fully hard, he was hitting my spot just right and it felt fantastic. This truly was heaven.
"You know," he remarked, looking me in the eye, "if you're going to get Vince to agree to let me remodel every room in this house, maybe I should just move in with you guys. Would make it a lot easier. I'd wake up and get right to work. I'd be right here so I could work a little bit later than I normally would. And you and I could have a lot of fun....unless you think Vince would want to join in."
"Nah," I said, my voice uneven because of the dual sensations of him softly fucking me and pumping my cock. "He wouldn't be into a threesome."
"Good," Tom winked. "Because I wouldn't want him involved anyway. But I figured I'd better make the offer. Anyway... The way I figure it, we could fuck during the day after he leaves for work..."
I figured I was picking up where this was going, so I chimed in unprompted. "...and at night after he fall asleep, I could sneak across the hall for a little late night booty call."
"Ungh! My thoughts exactly. I like the way you think, Nate. Fucking while he's gone to work and then again at night right under his nose while he's sleeping in the other room."
"He's not THAT sound of a sleeper," I pointed out. "I'm sure he'd eventually hear the noise coming from the guest room. Probably get pissed off that I snuck out of his bed to get into yours."
"You might not know your husband as well as you think you do. Maybe he'd like it," Tom mused. "Maybe he'd stand outside the door to this bedroom and stroke one out to the sound of me making you feel the way he hasn't been able to. Listening to you moan my name and tell me that I'm the best you've ever had."
This whole conversation was so wrong! But Tom was right. Between his dick in my ass, his hand on my own dick, and the dirty talk, I was so fucking close. I had an idea. It made the dirty talk up to now pale in comparison, but I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. "And then one day when he gets home from work, he walks into the master bedroom to find that all of your stuff's been moved in and all of his clothes and toiletries are in the guest room dresser and closet."
"Fuck, Nate!" Tom looked surprise - but not upset - that I'd gone there. "You'd like that, huh? Me moving in, fucking you behind your husband's back, then within earshot of him, and then take his place in your bedroom?"
I was so close. I was about to go right over the edge. "Yeah, Tom. I need a man like you in my bed every night, taking care of me. You up for the job, stud?"
"More than up for it," Tom's strokes got faster. With his next words, the biggest load I'd shot in a long time sprayed out of my dick. "I'm ready to be your man, baby. I'm gonna treat you right."
It took a few minutes for me to completely come down from the height I'd gotten to and for me to catch my breath. "Shit!" I heaved my chest. "I can't believe how fuckin' good that was!"
Tom leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, then pulled out of me and lay next to me on the bed, both of us propped up against the headboard. "It was out of this world for me, too. But Nate... I gotta know. All that talk just now. Was that...?"
"It was just sex talk," as I as saying the words, I wasn't 100% sure I believed them. "I mean, not the part about keeping you around and maybe continuing what just happened. But, I love Vince and I wouldn't ever hurt him in the way that we just roleplayed."
For a brief second, he seemed a little disappointed, but quickly recovered. "Okay. I thought so. Just wanted to make sure."
I couldn't help it. I felt such a pull to this stud of a contractor who'd just given me the fuck of my life. I rolled over, lay my head on his shoulder, and placed my hand on his left pec. "You sure you want to risk screwing around with a married man?"
He nudged my chin, so I turned my head upward so he could kiss me. "For a guy like you, Nate, I would do whatever I gotta do."
"You got me, huh?" I teased him.
"Yeah. As long as you'll let me have you, I've got you."
I propped myself up and lay back against the headboard. "I guess you'll want to get to Lowe's and then get back to work." I'm sure I sounded dejected.
"Nah," Tom turned to look at me, mischief in his eyes. "The way I figure it, I'm done for the day." He looked at his watch. "It'll be another - what? - five hours or so until time for your fella to come home. I thought we could hang out like this for a while...maybe try for Round in a bit. Then, along about 2, I'd head off to Lowe's and get what I need so I can get back to work in the morning."
"Round 2," I cooed, and leaned over to kiss him. "I like the way you think. I think I'm going to like having you for a fuck buddy." We started making out and for a couple minutes, only the sound of our kisses filled the room until I broke the kiss. "You think you might want some company later on when you head out?"
Tom looked surprised. "You mean at Lowe's?"
"You want to come to Lowe's with me?"
"Sure. It'll be fun. Besides, I want to get to know my new fuck buddy better. Get to see him in his element."
Tom wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned in to run my hand over his bicep, nuzzling my nose against his jawline. "You got a deal buddy. And you keep flattering you new fuck buddy like this and he might just get the notion to try and steal you from your man."
My only reaction was to press myself further into his embrace. It was wrong of me not to admonish him for disrespecting Vince like that. But hell... I liked him saying it. I would never admit it to anyone...maybe not even fully admit it to myself. But I wasn't sure I'd mind if Tom DID try to steal me away.
Author's Note: Just wanted to say this even though it should be obvious. The preceding story is not in any way, shape, or form about the man in the photo that it's attached to. It was simply inspired by him. This story is completely fictional and should not be taken as a representation of the personal life of the man in the photo.
