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NOTE: If you haven’t already read parts 1 to 3, please do so now, otherwise the following part will make no sense.
There is MM sex involving lycra and nylon, as well as some renewed contact between the main character, Paul, and his wife. If this does not interest you, please feel free to read other things.
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I knew that the kids had arrived back home at the end of the week because Katherine brought them over to see me. They didn’t seem confused by the situation at all, and I assumed that their grandparents had been talking about it with them, so when they greeted me it was as if their parents had always been in this situation.
They hugged me and said “hi, daddy”, while Katherine stood behind them, dressed in a flowery ‘skater’ skirt, sheer white pantyhose with black ballet flats on her feet, and a white semi-sheer blouse. She looked gorgeous.
“Can we come in, daddy?” they asked, pushing past me to explore the new house.
“Wait, I…” I was going to stop them, thinking of it as Tom’s house, before I remembered that it was now ‘mine’ and that it was better if they felt free to come and go. I saw Katherine roll her eyes, and I moved so as to allow her to step in too.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m okay, I guess,” I said. “How are you?”
“I’m well, thanks. The kids seem to have taken this all well.”
“Yes, well I’m sure we have your parents to thank for that. Do you want to come in and sit for a minute? I’ll make some tea.”
“Okay, but only for a minute.”
I went into the kitchen and put on the kettle, before returning to sit across from her in the living room.
“So what have you been doing?” Katherine asked.
“Oh, you know. Playing video games. Staying up late. I haven’t gone into work this week, as I explained to HR what happened, and they told me to take some time off. I’ll start on Monday, though.”
“That’s good,” she said. “Paul, I…”
“You what?” I said.
“I… Well, Tom and I…”
“Tom and you what?” I said, getting nervous.
“Tom and I spent some time with Holly and Leah.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “The night you all went to the pub. I saw you come back. I assumed they stayed the night?”
“Yes, they did.”
“And I assume you all… well, you all slept together?”
“Yes, we did. I’m sorry.” Katherine looked like she was going to cry.
“Hold on,” I said. “What are you getting upset about? I thought that your life with Tom was all about sexual discovery and your freedom.”
“I guess so,” she said. “But it was all so extreme. I’ve never done anything like it in my life. In fact I’ve never even thought about it.”
“Well now you have. How did it feel?” I said, getting increasingly excited.
“It felt… wait. Are you asking just so that you can get off on what I did?”
“Could you blame me if I did?” I said angrily. “But no. I’m asking because I care.”
“Well honestly, it felt wonderful. I’d never imagined I could be so excited. It was like I was drunk all night, and only became sober after they left. But I have been constantly excited since.”
“What was it that excited you so much?” I asked.
“I don’t know. The freedom, I guess. And the physical feeling.”
“Did you have sex with Holly again?”
“Holly and Leah and Tom. So yeah, I guess.”
I was ecstatic to hear her say this, and because the kettle had now boiled, had to get up in such a way as to hide my erection. I went to the kitchen and prepared us both some tea. I then returned, gave her hers, and took my seat with mine in hand.
“That’s the second time with Holly. Are you interested in her?” I asked.
“I guess, in a sense. As you know, I only reluctantly did it with her the first time. But this time, when she began touching me at the pub, I wanted her to continue. It surprised me, but I really wanted it.”
“So are you going to see her again?”
“If Tom and Leah allow us to get together, then yes, probably. Actually, we had coffee today.”
“Oh my g-d! Are you becoming a lesbian?” I asked with incredulity.
“No, Paul. I’m not. I think I have just discovered that there is more to sex than what we were doing together. But what about you? Have you thought more about the fact that you might be gay?”
“Umm,” I said. “Not. Really.”
“Are you sure?” Katherine challenged me. “You sound hesitant.”
“Well, I… I… I may have had an experience the other day.”
Katherine’s eyes widened. “What sort of experience?” she asked.
“Well, I went to the gym, and I met a man there.”
“What did you do?”
I felt myself getting bolder. Why couldn’t I have new experiences if my wife was?
“I met a man, and we had sex in the shower,” I said.
“Now it’s my turn to say ‘oh my g-d’!” Katherine said. “I wondered if that would happen. So do you think you’re gay, then?”
“If you really want to know, no I don’t. I mean, what I did was exciting, but I am pretty sure I only did it because of what I am going through right now. It was gorukle escort good, and I could even do it again, but I see you sitting here in front of me, and I am more turned on than ever.”
“Paul!” Katherine exclaimed. “Don’t say that. I’m with Tom now. You can’t say that, or I won’t be able to come over anymore.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, angrily. “You cuckold me with our neighbour, and with little warning, leave me for him, and I am suddenly not supposed to find you attractive? Am I not allowed to desire you?”
Katherine got up. “Kids!” she yelled. “It’s time to go.”
“Katherine, wait! Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you are doing now does to me? I mean, I know that the fact you ended up with Tom is my fault, but I still love you, and you are still the woman… the person I desire more than anyone in the world.”
“Okay, Paul. Let’s just leave it there for now,” she said. “Kids! Come on. We have to go back home for dinner!”
And with that, the kids re-entered the room, gave me a hug, and followed their mum out the door and across the street.
Once Katherine had left with the kids, I went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat, but I kept losing myself in thoughts of my wife making out with Holly. Dressed like she was just now, it would have been an especially beautiful sight, and I felt the compulsion to get myself off. I went to the bedroom, laid down on the bed, and began stroking myself to the images that flooded my mind, but before I knew it, they evolved into images of Colin from the pool sucking me off. Then, it was back to Holly running her hand up Katherine’s leg and under her skirt, before imagining the two of them in wedding dresses kissing on a hotel room bed, then Colin shooting a load all over my cock which was still covered with my underwear. It was to thoughts like these that I drifted off, never finishing what I had gone into the bedroom to do, and the next thing I knew, it was Saturday morning.
I woke up to the sun streaming through my window, bringing with it the reality of the day before. I was rock hard, and I instinctively reached down to feel my cock straining against the silky fabric of my underwear. I was constantly horny now, and felt as if I was becoming enslaved to my sexual thoughts. I tried masturbating, but I also had to pee, so decided to get up and hit the shower in the hope that my erection would go down and I would be able to release the tension enough to relieve myself of the pressure on my bladder. It worked, and I was then able to revel in the clarifying sensation of water hitting my body.
When I got out of the shower, knowing I was only going to be around the house, I was inspired to put on some workout gear, including a pair of black lycra shorts over which I pulled on some sports shorts, a t-shirt, some ankle socks, and a pair of trainers. That way, if someone came to the door, I would look ‘normal’. I then began to clean the kitchen, before sitting down at the table with a coffee and some toast in front of my laptop. I figured I would get some work done, but I could hardly think straight. I was constantly thinking about Katherine, and what she was getting up to Tom, and I became as turned-on as I was when I first woke up with that erection.
I sat there brooding. I couldn’t really work, and I had no outlet to relieve my pent-up sexual feelings, except… It dawned on me. I could phone Colin.
I picked up the phone and saw his number. I started to shake. Was I really going to do this? I pressed the screen on the phone, and brought it to my ear. I half-hoped that no one would answer.
“Hello. Colin’s phone.” It was a woman’s voice.
“Oh, hi,” I stammered. “Is Colin there, please?”
“Yes, just a second. He’s outside working on his bike. Colin! Phone!” she yelled.
A minute of silence, then, “Hello?”
“Hello. Colin? It’s Paul. From the other day?”
“Oh, Paul. Hi! Good to hear from you. What can I do for you?”
“I just wondered… I’m working around the house today, and thought you might like to come by for a beer.”
“Really?” he said. “That would be great. I’m just working on my bike right now, but I’ll finish up, tell my wife I’m going out, and be at yours in about an hour. Is that alright?”
“An hour? Great. See you then.”
I hung up, and started to shake with nerves.
An hour later, I heard Colin arrive on his bike, and opened the door before he even had a chance to knock.
“That was quick,” he smiled. “Looking forward to my arrival, were you?”
He stood there in his cycling kit: lycra tights, a club jersey, lycra arm warmers, cycling socks, cleats, and a casquette.
“I see you like your cycling,” I said. “Who’s your favourite team?” I took his bike from him and rolled it into the house.
“Oh, I tend to be more interested in the individual riders.” He said as he stepped in behind me.
“Oh yeah? Which ones?”
“Well, it won’t surprise you that I like a few of the men and quite a bursa görükle escort few of the women.”
We both laughed. I stepped past him to close the door, and he was on me in a second.
He pushed me up against the wall, and began kissing me while forcing the gym shorts I was wearing over my lycra down over my hips, before they fell to the ground at my feet.
“Get those things away. I want to feel you through what you are wearing underneath,” he said, and continued kissing me while fondling my hard cock.
I felt him too, before he moved my hand away and pressed his bulge against mine. Then we rubbed our cocks together, before he pushed my head down, making it clear that I should get on my knees.
Colin was definitely the one in charge, and I liked it. I used my hands and my mouth on his cock, and by the time I was ready to reach into his tights to take him out, the front of them was wet with his precum and my saliva. Because the last time we were together was such a sudden, and slightly nerve-wracking experience, I hadn’t realised just how finely groomed down there he was. As a cyclist, he shaved his legs — as I did — but I saw now that he was smooth all the way up to his waist. In fact, I guessed, on the basis of a complete absence of stubble, that he had been freshly waxed from the feet up. I took this all in, and relished the soft skin of not only his cock, but his scrotum, his inner thighs, and his groin. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, and sucked it, running my tongue around the slit and enjoying the taste of his precum. Then I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, before descending further and sucking first one, then the other, testicle into my mouth. Basically, I tried to experience, and give pleasure to, every aspect of his sexual area.
This culminated in my returning to his cock and using a combination of my hands and mouth to create the effect of a vagina, and was overcome with a desire to have him cum in my mouth. With everything I had already done to him, it didn’t take long.
I was so lost in pleasure that I actually failed to notice the signs, but he had begun to moan with increasing volume until suddenly he was pumping his load into my mouth, then onto my face, and even into my hair. Then he stopped.
“Fuck me!” he said. “That was incredible! Where did you learn to do that?”
“Instinct, I guess,” I said.
“Well keep it up, and we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” he smiled down at me. “But you haven’t cum, and I see something I want pressing against your shorts. Shall I do something about that?”
“That would be nice. But no rush,” I answered. And at exactly that moment, there was a knock at the door.
It was Katherine. Although the glass on the small window in the door was frosted, I could make out her silhouette. Then I realised, of course, she could probably make out mine as well. And Colin’s.
“Paul, I can see you’re there,” she said through the door. “Can you let me in?”
“Shit, Colin! What should I do? She can’t see me like this! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Katherine? Can you come back later, I can’t answer the door right now.”
“That’s fine. I can see you’re busy,” she replied. “Call on me when you get a chance.”
My erection had gone down entirely.
“That was close,” Colin said. “Sorry about that. I should have waited until we were farther into the house. Is there going to be any blow back?”
“I don’t really know,” I said. “My wife and I are kind of separated right now. And she’s been doing sexual things herself, so it’s hard to guess how she’ll react. Maybe we should just go to the bedroom?”
So I led Colin up the stairs and into the room that was now mine. I instinctively started to head for the shower so that I could wash his cum off me, but he stopped me.
“No. Don’t even think of washing that off. Seeing you like this is turning me on.” And he guided me onto the bed before laying on top of me.
He began kissing me all over my face, and I could feel the cum lubricating my skin and his. Then our mouths met, and I knew that he seemed to enjoy the taste of himself on me. He ripped off my t-shirt, and began feeling my body while kissing me all over. Then he pulled out my cock. He took me in his mouth, and while he wasn’t as good with me as I had been with him, what he did still felt incredibly nice. Then, as if tormenting me, he stopped.
“Set your feet apart, Paul,” he commanded. “Good. Now close your eyes.”
So I did. I felt him pull my shorts back up and over my cock, then I heard a snip, and realised that he had cut a hole in the back of them. I guessed what this meant.
“Now you’re ready,” he said, and after he had generated what he felt was enough saliva to lubricate himself, I felt the pressure on my backside.
I groaned.
Then I felt him enter me, and as he did when we were in the gym showers, he slowly went deeper. I don’t know why, but my instinct was to pull my own cock in response.
He seemed finally to be in as far he was able to go, and the pleasurable pain had me stroking myself. He slid in and out rhythmically for quite some time, and then began to get rougher before groaning and filling me up. With that, I came forcefully on the duvet of my bed.
Once again, and for only the second time in my life, I felt the strange sensation of cum in my back passage, and had to remind myself that it wasn’t due to any need for the bathroom. Colin withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside me. We laid on our sides facing one another.
“That was, once again, amazing,” he said. “Although I have been looking at men for a long time, it was only when I saw you at the gym that I got bold enough to do anything about it.”
“What was it about me that made you want to try your luck?” I asked.
“Oh, I saw you looking at me, and wondered if you might swing that way. Then I saw you in the pool, and thought ‘what the hell’. You didn’t exactly look like the type of man who would beat me up if I got it wrong, so I figured I was safe. Besides, you were kind of a dream. I like your smooth legs, and the lycra of both your shorts and your bathing suit made you look especially enticing.” He placed his hand on my leg and started stroking me skin. I did the same to him.
“Okay. Then how is it that you figured you could command me like you did then, and like you just did now. You seem to have assumed that I would like being the recipient instead of the giver. Don’t they call that being ‘bottom’?”
“That? I don’t know. I just know that whenever I have thought about being with a man, it has always been with me doing what I just did. It has never dawned on me that it could go the other way.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “Now, should we get into the shower? I feel a desperate need to clean up!” And with that we got up off the bed, and made our way to the bathroom.
We stripped off our clothes and got in together, soaping each other up then rinsing off. Colin played with my cock until I was hard again, then got on his knees to take me in his mouth. He did this for just a minute or two then stopped.
“Sorry, Paul. I just want to get you excited again so you can be ready for whatever we might do later.” And we dried off before getting dressed for the rest of the day. Importantly, in order to minimise the visual stimulation of seeing Colin in his lycra cycling kit all day (the only clothes he had), he borrowed a pair of my jeans and pulled them on over his tights.
Once dressed, I suggested Colin wait in the house while I went across the street to see if Katherine was about. I figured that, whatever the case, I wouldn’t be long, so Colin agreed and I walked the few feet from my new door to my old. Katherine must have seen me coming, because she opened up before I had the chance to knock. It was surreal. Knocking at a door to a house that she and I had worked together to buy, but from which I was now dispossessed.
“Hi there,” Katherine said, with a wry grin on her face. “Did I catch you at a bad time, earlier?” She had obviously seen Colin and me through the window.
“Um, yes, I guess you could say that. Sorry, I…”
“Don’t apologise. You have the right to do what you want. Just be careful, okay? I still love you.”
I was taken aback at her expression of concern.
“In fact,” she went on. “I was coming over to see if you wanted to have coffee with me. Tom is away today, and the kids have gone swimming with friends.”
As she said this — my mind wandering to sex as it always seemed to do — I scanned her appearance. She was wearing an old pair of baggy black cargoes with rips at each knee, white tennis shoes, and an oversized sweater, so not exactly dressed to exhibit her sexuality, but then I noticed when she bent her knee that under the jeans she was wearing nude pantyhose with a very slight sheen to them. And I began to get hard.
She noticed. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said., and laughed “Besides, haven’t you only just gotten some relief?”
“I guess I have, but I can’t help the way I feel about you.”
“Well, I’m flattered, but why don’t we begin with coffee? Do you want it over here, or do you want me to come over to yours?”
“The person you saw through the window before is still over,” I said.
“Hmm. That’s okay. Why don’t you introduce me to them?” She stressed the ‘them’, as if pretending not to know if the person she had seen me with was a man or a woman.
“It’s a ‘him’, and I guess, maybe, that it’d be alright if you want to come over.”
Internally, I was disappointed, as I would love to have spent some time with my wife on my own. I hoped that Colin would read the situation and take his leave.
“Okay, let’s go now and I can meet your man.”
I cringed at what she said. I didn’t think of Colin — a man I had only met today for the second time — as my anything, never mind ‘my man’. I didn’t have a man. I wasn’t gay. I was just very, very horny, deprived of my wife, and willing to indulge myself in whatever way happened to turn me on in the moment. At least that’s what I thought of myself. But Katherine’s attitude made me feel slightly embarrassed and ashamed, and that in turn made me feel slightly more turned on. I was completely fucked up.