Temptation Or? Ch. 03

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Author’s note: This story involves love as well as cheating. If you are squeamish about infidelity, please stop reading now. If you haven’t read the previous 2 parts, read them first to get a better understanding of the fiction.

Chapter 3

Scott—-

“Pound me harder!” I scream encouraging my husband, Mike, whose body is now glistened with perspiration, to impale my anal chute harder, doggy style.

“Awwww.”

With a deep pump, Mike is flying me to the moon, stretching me so wide. He keeps pounding and gyrating his cock against my asshole until my little penis is about to burst.

Mike then flips me over. The copulation continues.

Suddenly, I see his sad and distressed stare. “Baby…I’m sorry…Lance…” Mike slows down. Then, he pauses.

“Huh? Just fuck me,” I’m pleading.

Mike is struggling with his words, “We kind of…” A pause. “Jerked off together.” Another pause but longer. “At the wine party while you were out.”

My face suddenly turns red. Nonetheless, it’s a relief as I assumed that they were fucking because that SOB was scratching his ass the other morning. I’m very undecided whether I should just end the fucking and start arguing with him that might end up with something worse or just have him continue pounding me.

“Why are you telling me this now? In the middle of this? Just keep pounding me!”

“We were drunk, and I didn’t know why…” Mike ceases the fucking abruptly and continues talking, “It was just, you know, two guys jerking.”

“You didn’t know!? Of course, you did! You just couldn’t control your damn dick! Why?” I’m weeping and yelling.

“I’m so sorry baby! I couldn’t control it. I didn’t know. He seduced me!” Mike pleas.

“So What! But you let him!”

“What are you doing? Don’t withdraw! Dammit!” Mike is pulling his cock out of my bunghole.

“Fuck! Just fuck me already!” I’m crying.

“I couldn’t control the situation…just like…you…couldn’t control your hard-on…even when you’re upset…about what Lance and I did.”

Touché! I’m unable to counter that reasoning. He shuts me up.

For a moment, we are staring at each other in silence. Mike then averts his eyes toward my leaking cock, then he switches his focus back to my teary eyes. Back and forth.

“Ouuuch!” I’m caught off-guard by Mike’s sudden deep jab.

I feel so full. Is this his plan seducing me into forgiving him for his indecent behavior? As furious as I’m now, I cannot allow the fucking to end.

“I’m so sorry…baby,” Mike stoops down toward my face while still gingerly poking me.

“That…that would have been me sucking you…had I not been so passed out,” I mumble.

“He didn’t suck you, did he?” I’m more curious now.

Mike is silent.

“Of course, he did!” I raise my voice again.

Mike remains quiet but strengthens his pounding.

“Awwww…Awwww…” I pant.

“Did you fuck him?! Tell me the truth!” The weeping resumes.

“No! He was trying to sit on my lap, but I burst my nuts just right when my cockhead penetrated his hole.”

Oh my god! I cum instantly hearing that. Mike hasn’t. So, he keeps pounding me. In a matter of time, my cock is erect again!

“Awwww,” we both moan.

“You…tell…that…bitch…that…he…can…flirt…but…you’re…mine!” I’m practically screaming my lungs out as I emphasize those words while being impaled mercilessly.

Feeling somewhat relieved, Mike gives me this cute, dumbstruck face.

“What!?” I get embarrassed.

“You’re feisty, eh,” Mike giggles.

As manly as he is externally, Mike’s demeanor is just darn cute sometimes, and it kills me. I join his giggle.

“Just don’t…Awww!” My dialogue is suddenly curtailed by Mike’s final push, flooding my bowel with his vital jizz. I cum right then, again.

“I can stop talking to him…if that’s what you want?” Mike asks genuinely While playing with my hair as we recover.

Unable to answer unequivocally, I switch the focus and ask, “Do you love me?”

“Of course!”

“Do you have feelings for him?”

Mike gives me a weak silent, “No.”

“Will you stop talking to him if I say so?”

Mike nods his head.

“I don’t know…this is just too much.”

As dumb as it may sound, I let Mike off the hook so easily. The truth is that I can’t control myself sexually every time I hear about their latent affair. I would be lying if I didn’t get any enjoyment out of their little discreet fun. But, the possibility of losing Mike is just unbearable. I finally tell my husband to break off their friendship.

We continue lying in bed naked for about 5 minutes until Mike breaks the silence. “About the Cancun trip…Did you ask your mom if she wants to go?”

“She said she’s too old for that,” I answer Mike.

“So, what now? Just us?” Mike asks.

“I don’t know. I’m sure Jase would love to go. I thought you already invited that bitch!?” I’m being sarcastic.

“Can we drop the name calling! It was an accident! Let’s not forget, you suggested the invitation.” Mike continues, “It doesn’t matter. I will take back the invitation and be an ass if that’s what you want.”

Mike looks pissed. We remain silent for a while.

Then, I feel some a string of cool air blown in my ears. That fucking husband of mine. I start pulling his chest hair playfully.

“So…you are not so upset now?” Mike tickles my rib.

“Stop it! Hah!” istanbul travesti I cannot contain my laughter.

“Alright! Need to clean this mess. I’m gonna take a soak babe,” Mike indicates.

“Ok,” I reply while heading to the fridge for some energy rejuvenating juice.

“Can you get me some lavender bath soap, please,” Mike yells.

Luck must be on my side as I spot his phone in the living room while gulping down the liquid.

“Here you go. 2 scoops. Take a long one…you look tired,” I say as I hand Mike the supply.

As soon as the bathroom door is closed, the inspection begins.

But then, Mike has agreed to cease the friendship. I shouldn’t intrude into his privacy. Just move on. But. Fuck! I want to read the texting on the night I was on the phone with Jase.

Scrolling…

Messages on 8/28 (flash back before the jerk off scene at the wine party)

Lance: Hey baby!

Mike: Hey there

Lance: I’m hungry. A drooling face.

Fucking bitch…so annoying–I’m thinking.

5 minutes later…

Mike: hah hah…go find something to eat lol

Lance: You must be busy jerking off; took you forever to reply ; -P.

3 minutes later…

Mike: LOL…not everyone is as horny as you. Waiting for Scott to finish a call to continue our flick.

Lance: Boring…

Lance: I want a big American hot dog with tons of cum… I mean mustard lol.

Mike: LOL. Come here…I got a big one just for you.

My dick is instantly on steroids reading that notwithstanding my furiousness.

Lance: I want to devour your whole cock. But…first I want to slowly peel the foreskin off to reveal the fat cockhead.

Mike: What? Peeling the foreskin off of a German sausage that is in my fridge? You are sick! LMAO.

Lance: You’re so mean. A crying face.

Mike: Awww…poor baby…ok…if you behave, daddy lets you lick his sausage hah hah

Lance: : -P

Mike: Just a sec…

2 minutes later…

Lance: Hello!!

4 minutes later…

Lance: Anybody home?

8 minutes later…

Lance: A crying face.

Mike: Back

Mike: Sorry…just went to check on Scott.

Mike: hold on…

Lance: What??

Lance: Waiting….

Mike: Ok…what’s up

Lance: What? What were you doing lol?

Mike: Na nothing…in the bathroom now…more private

Lance: lmfao…bad boy…sneaking behind your husband

Mike: lol…I bet you like that. : -P

Lance: Just what are you doing exactly in that bathroom, stud? Pleasuring yourself? ; -D

Mike: Why don’t you come and find out, bitch! : -P.

Lance: Drooling face

Lance: Can you turn on your camera?

Mike: Why? You want to see me poop? LOL

Lance: LOL…sure! LOL

Mike: Maybe next time…Scott is around.

Lance: Oh…so nice stroking my 7-inch dick while thinking of you…

Mike: Hmmm…same here

Lance: Hmmm…What is your penis like? LOL

Mike: OMG! You are not shy…cut to the chase…eh?

Lance: Heh heh

Mike: 8 inches, thick, hairy, and tons of foreskin…

Mike: 2 hairy balls full of cum to inseminate you

My undie is now soaked, and Mike and I just had sex not too long ago.

Mike: And a fat cockhead…just for you

Lance: All for me? LOL

Lance: What about your husband?

Mike: He can have a rubber dildo…LOL

Lance: ; -D

This is so humiliating but so stimulating. I have to look away for a few seconds to check on Mike. Walking back to the bedroom with a hard-on, I see the bathroom door still closed. Then, I go back to the living room and resume reading.

Lance: Do you like my body? Is it better than your husband’s?

Mike: LOL

Lance: You like my dick?

Mike: Haven’t seen it so not sure…prob 3′? LOL j/k

Lance: Angry face. 7″

Lance: How big is your husband?

Mike: I don’t know…maybe 5′ or so but cute

Lance: Pathetic! Tiny little pecker

Mike: Don’t be mean…LOL…yeah, he’s pretty small.

Lance: I want us 69…that’s hot!

Mike: Hmmm…thanks but na…that’s not my cup of tea…

Lance: You’re sure?

Mike: I’m sure…

Lance: Crying face

1 minute later…

Mike: Okay maybe a few kisses and licks…

Lance: : -)

Mike doesn’t suck–well he has sucked, or should I say licked, my cock maybe 5 times, and we’ve been together for years! He loves tongue fuck my ass though. They must have been busy jerking off as the next text was 8 minutes later.

Lance: I’m stroking dreaming of playing with your foreskin; licking it gently; making it all wet and moist.

Lance: Until the shaft is so hard…that the cockhead is starting to force itself away from the skin…

Lance: Then with my succulent lips I spit on the head distributing the saliva throughout the knob with my tongue…

Lance: Then I start sucking on your penis…

Lance: Slurp…slurp…hmmm so hard…so nice

Lance: Once your dick is all hard, wet, and ready

Lance: I position myself over your lap while you’re sitting in the toilet…teasing your dick with my ass crack…

Lance: Giving your pole a gentle tease till precum oozes out moisturizing my hole…

Lance: You like that?

There was no response from Mike.

Lance:???

Mike: Sorry…stroking hard now…can’t type lol

Mike: Go on…

Lance: Once my anus is coated istanbul travestileri with your precum, I slowly descend making sure your hard cock is completely buried in my pussy channel…until I can feel your manly bush against my butt cheeks.

Lance: Slowly I wiggle my ass. I can feel your precum is warming up my inside.

Lance: You’ve had enough teasing, so you firmly grab my waist with your muscular arms and press me down hard on your cock with such force that I won’t be able to sit for days.

Mike: I already blasted.

Lance: Hmmm…I haven’t finished my story lol

Mike: You’re good, bitch lol

Lance: 1 sec…

A pause.

Lance: Ok…I just came…that was awesome

Mike: LOL

Lance: You think one day we can try this for real? ; -)

Mike: Ha ha…I don’t think so…I’m married…I love Scott.

Lance: Pleaaaaseeee….

Mike: Na….that was nice…TTYL

Placing Mike’s phone down, I push down my shorts and undie and start pumping my dick profusely, without giving a damn if Mike walks in. Replaying those text massages in my head, I stroke and stroke. I envision Mike holding Lance intimately with his arms while impaling that asshole hard…harder than when he fucks me. Awwwww…I spew strings of cum in seconds.

Three weeks have gone by; our daily life has returned to normal without the presence of Lance–somewhat. Lance stops coming over, and our garden suffers as a consequence. Mike is busy with his work. We have cleaned up our garage. Boring. Things seem to be on the happy side except for my workplace–I’ve overheard that the company is looking to streamline its operations. Actually, rounds of layoffs have already begun.

Our sex life is not as rosy as I would like. Yes, we fuck, cuddle, and talk, but it’s a bit vanilla. It just lacks the sparks that Mike previously said. I’m starting to understand his concerns. Truthfully, not experiencing that heart-pumping adrenaline I’d get from seeing my husband flirt with Lance makes me feel lethargic and less sexual. Frankly, I do miss those impromptu jerk-off sessions I had while reading their text messages.

One night, while we are in bed, I express my concerns, “Babe, they might let me go at work.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? What happened baby?” Mike suddenly hugs me.

“Those assholes are trying to cut cost. So yeah, some people have been let go,” I sigh.

“When was this?”

“It started last week. My unit is coming up.”

“But that doesn’t mean you are one of them. Right? You’re a hard worker!” Mike expresses his support.

“Yeah, but I’m fairly new. They usually let new people go first.”

I continue, “I’ve been submitting my resumes, but so far, nothing.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be ok.” Mike gives me a peck of the forehead.

“Remember Lance was saying something about his aunt working as a nurse…so I just thought maybe I could get some referrals” I suggest to Mike.

Mike—–

What a fucking day! I’ve just found out that my husband might be let go by his employer. As if that is not bad enough, I now have to find a way to rectify our friendship with Lance, inviting him back into house. I love Scott, but sometimes I just don’t understand him. I don’t know. Maybe I should stop spoiling him too much.

I don’t think it will be a challenge though to reconnect with Lance. I didn’t really tell him to stop coming over to our house. I didn’t demand that he stop texting me. I just made excuses that I would be traveling quite a bit for a while and that Scott would take care of the garden and things. When Lance texted me, I just ignored him. Basically, Lance still does not know about this whole mess.

“Baby. Are you saying you want me to ask Lance about his aunt?” I ask Scott.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Yeah. It does. I haven’t talked to him for weeks. You don’t want me to hang out with him, remember?” I answer.

“I know, but can you ask him?” Mike seems desperate.

“Let me try it again. Are you saying you want me to ask him for a favor? And…and…after that, we go back to ignoring him?”

Scott shrugs.

“You can’t do things like that, you know, right?” I warn Scott.

“I didn’t really mean to give you an ultimatum. I was just upset at what you guys did.” Scott goes on admitting, “Fine…do whatever you want; I want to see to make sure you behave.”

“You want to what? You want see Lance jerk me off?”

Scott’s face is now all rosy and shy.

“You are kinky baby! But, I’m going to have to charge you.” We’re laughing it up.

“You can also let him know his garden is dying.” Scott adds.

Dialing…

“Hey Lance!” I put him on speaker.

“Oh my! You haven’t returned my text or calls like forever!” Lance answers surprisingly.

“I miss you! I miss your cock!”

“Hmmm…you’re on speaker with me and Scott,” I’m embarrassed.

“Oh, sorry Scott; it was just a stupid flirt. You know me. Hah Hah.”

“It’s cool! Hey, I was going to ask you about your aunt. She’s an RN right?” Scott asks.

Did I just witness Scott dismissing Lance’s flirt just like that? What a shock!

I just let Scott take over the conversation.

The next day, Scott and I arrive at a Mexican restaurant and are seated at an outdoor table surrounded with elegant flowers. While waiting for a waiter, I start, “Call Scott. He has more info for you.”

“Can you just get travesti istanbul it for me?” Scott implores me while glancing at a menu cover.

“No. You call.” My firm remark catches Scott’s off guard.

“Hey Lance! How are you?” Scott utters.

“Hey Ya! Bored. Studying. What’s up!” Lance replies.

“I hear ya…I remember those old days…listen, Mike said you have some more info for me?”

“Oh yeah! Here’s her number. I talked to her already. No guarantees though. Good luck!” Lance says.

After the call, I assure Scott, “Babe, you haven’t lost your job yet and you’re already all stressed out. Chills…If you get fired, I’ll help you out financially until you get back on your feet. So…don’t fret over it.”

Then, I hand Scott an envelope, “Here’s something for you.”

“What’s this? I can’t take this! Where did it come from?”

“My discretionary bonus. Remember? Cancun vacation?” I refresh Scott’s memory.

“This is a lot! I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can.” I insist.

“Gosh! I’m like a gold digger,” Scott awkwardly accepts the gift.

“You are. But I’m happy to let you dig my gold.” I wink at him.

Two days later around late afternoon, Lance and his aunt, Lexie, drop by our house chitchatting a bit about jobs and stuff. We learn that Lexie’s hospital prefers using temporary nurses, but the pay rate is better. A good number of RNs have been offered permanent positions before. The conversation carries on for a good 2 hours.

Lance is wearing some cologne that gives off a very strange but exotic mix of sweetness, flowers, and ocean breeze. Everyone, including Scott, occasionally takes a deep breath as if it was cocaine. A very captivating scent indeed.

“You guys want to hang around? We can order in…maybe a movie after that…unless you guys have plans,” I suggest.

“That sounds like a good plan!” Lance is delighted.

“Sorry…I can’t…but Lance, you can stay. I’ll come and pick you up. Just call me,” Lexie confirms.

“No, Mike can give Lance a ride home later,” Scott suddenly recommends.

“Sure!” That’s strange given the beef they have between each other. I don’t know; maybe Scott has changed?

“What are we in the mood for tonight?” I ask them.

“Horror movies!!!,” Lance chuckles.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Scott indicates.

“Can you go make some popcorn, baby?” Lance asks me absence-mindedly.

I absolutely certain that Scott heard the word “baby” as he left the couch. I hope I don’t have to suffer the rant tonight.

“Popcorn is done.” I walk back into the room with a large bowl in one hand and a 6 pack of beer in the other after turning off the light. The room is now very dark with occasional gleams coming from the TV. I pause as I realize Scott and Lance are now sitting on opposite sides of the room. Lance takes the long couch; there is just barely enough room for me there with Scott’s laptop claiming a good chunk of space on the other end. Scott is in the loveseat, but there is no room for me. Shit! What should I do? Maybe I’m just over analyzing it but decide to move to the couch next to Lance.

Scott—–

This is awkward witnessing my husband sit next to Lance while I’m over here alone. They are so close–their arms are almost touching. I’m not going to let this happen. Attempting to upset the applecart, I get up to put my laptop away in hopes that, with more space, Lance can scoot over a bit. Upon my return, nothing has changed. Given the very dark environment, I can’t really tell what’s happening but undoubtedly my husband’s right is stretching out over Lance’s shoulder seemingly. This is usually our position–me laying my head on one of his outstretched arms–when we watch movies, except that this time it’s someone else. I try not to make a big fuzz about it.

I’m trying very hard to spy on their movements, but it’s so hard because it’s so dark. The only time I have a break is when a bright scene comes on. Being a horror movie, that is usually very sporadic. Plus, the volume is set on high that basically out sounds all the noises in the entire room. I have not seen anything out of the ordinary between them every time I’m given an opportunity to peek. This goes on for a while. I’m tired due to my strained eyes, so I relent my peeps.

Mike—–

45 minutes into the movie, Fuck! Lance’s hand is on my crotch. I sneak a glance at Scott. Phewwww…his eyes are on TV. The room is very dark, so I suppose it’s a challenge for Scott to even discern what is going on. I did not plan for this to happen, but Lance’s cologne–the scent is just so intoxicating. My nose keeps going back to his neck as if trying to devour the aroma. This is so nerve-racking; this is so obscenely erotic. As I make another attempt to sniff him, Lance raises his head up. Our lips are now less than 2 inches apart. Then, it happens. I find my lips uncontrollably lower to capture those succulent lips of Lance. Our lips touch for about 2 seconds. Then, I remember Scott. I withdraw and take another glance at him. He’s still focusing on the movie. Heart pumping nervously, I have to try those lips again even though I have told myself to quit. I keep repeating this routine for a few more times. Then, magic happens–we end up French kissing lovingly under this dark, erotic atmosphere. For a moment, I’ve completely forsaken Scott. Suddenly, I push my tongue in Lance’s mouth feeding him the wet digestive organ while guiding my right hand to his covered hole. I’m drunkenly in lust for about 5 minutes. I practically lose all sense of time and place until a loud sound on the TV jerks me back to reality. Thank God, Scott’s eyes are still glued to the TV–I think.

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