Lucas
I could never understand my husband's fascination with Stars Wars sometimes. He's obsessed with anything Star Wars, from movie, figures, or anything related to that franchise, he don't mind clearing his paycheck to get his hands on it. Tim in his mid 30s and I felt like taking care a nerdy teenager most time. But that's a very few complaint about my husband.
We first met at the gym. At first glance he was rather a normal guy. Average height, nerdy glasses, and his bunny teeth slightly peeking each time he smiled. But what got me so attached to him is his persistent to engage with me. I quite surprised that someone being so caring about me, in fact he's the first guy who truly passionate about me. He's rarely talking about himself, unless someone asked him. Maybe because he quite shy about his nerdy passion, not everyone attracted to childish behavior.
I reminisced about him while watching him on shopping spree inside hobby store. To my realization, Tim is not the only adult in the store. I guess this nerdy stuff is not limited to kids after all. Aside from his indulgence in nerd culture, Tim working as fitness coach at local gym. Thanks to narcissistic generation and social media, Tim never short of client spending money on him to look beautiful in front of a mirror. His specialty is to coached guys to train their muscle and body to a sculptured adonis, someone worth getting eyed by a horny men at pride parade or summer beach.
I wouldn't say that Tim's is stupid, although that would be the best word to described him, but rather simple minded. He's very talented at any job that doesn't require much thinking skills. He failed horribly at high school, and I witnessed him misspelled simple words multiple times. He rarely has any care for this world's issue, his free time mostly spent on latest manga release or watching anime. I bet he still think Obama is the president in 2023.
Despite all of my complaints about Tim, he also has redeeming quality about himself. He's very friendly towards anyone close to him. Nearly everyone has nothing but compliment for him, despite his lack in critical thinking skills. People would asked about Tim when seeing me in public. "Where's Tim?" "How's Tim?" People rarely has any interest about me if they knew that I married to Tim.
Even sometimes a complete strangers would recognize Tim in public, and whispering among themselves, "Is that Dennis Diamonds?" I would asked Tim why people kept saying Dennis Diamonds but he just said they're mistaken him for someone else. I wouldn't even bother to asked for more information, as I get used to this thing. Not too mentioned that a random strangers asking if they can took a selfie with Tim, but just to get rejected afterwards. I wouldn't pry much about these weird things, I guess he just really known among gym goers, but I felt a tinge of jealousy when attractive guys giving Tim quite excessive attention, like grabbing his biceps and describing how much he did well in gym. Tim's definitely loves getting all the attention he can get, and that's a weakness on his behalf. Doesn't take much effort to impressed a simple minded guy like him I guess, but what could go wrong. It's just an innocent conversation and dude being dude among themselves.
Tim I felt buzzing in my pocket, it has to be Ryan, the gym owner. He don't really care about someone else's privacy, especially during my off day. Probably a new client.
"New client, Matt. Monday."
That's all his text. Simple and straight to the point. Doesn't elaborate much. I know what he wanted after working at his gym for 5 years. I rarely talked to him other than texting. Only see few times a month, as he don't really care about the gym other than profit he benefitted from my effort. Yeah, I do most of the work there, other employees rather serving their client and get home quickly, leaving all the extra works to myself. But I'm used to it. The salary is not so bad, plus I get extra income from each client requesting training session.
Things is so much easier BACK THEN. I rather not speak about it to Lucas, I guess he yet to suspect anything. Lucas, is my husband for 3 years. He used to go to my gym when I first met him. I talked to him just because I think he's cute, that's all, plain and simple. After knowing him for a while, I glad that he can understand what I'm passionate about. Video games, Star Wars, Pokemon cards. Honestly I'm thinking about hiding all my stuffs from Lucas after knowing him, I'm not going to expect him to tolerate my childish indulgent but things going well as far as our relationship goes until now.
But not all come to light, even after our marriage. Thankfully Lucas never bothered to mess with my gaming pc. The same pc setup I used to play games for hours until morning, also used to watched porn. Yes, I'm addicted to it. Twink, hunk, mature, pissing, outdoor, office, cruising, leather, hardcore, softcore, solo, threesome, gangbang, piss, you named it, I searched for it. Different night, different genre. Not to mentioned my subscription to Men.com, Belami, Lucas Raunch, Say Uncle, some of my few favorite porn site. The existence of Only Fans only made my addiction worse. There's an endless hot guys, providing much better content on regular porn studios. Those Only Fans guys are even wilder and sexier. I spend most of my monthly paycheck on Only Fans. I'm willing to cater to more clients and working extra hours to support my porn addiction.
But why going for porn while my husband always here, in our house, ready for sex anytime I wanted? Well... he's no longer satisfying to fuck with, or maybe he's not even satisfying to play with since the first time we had sex. I could stay hard as long as he has that cute face. I try to reenact some porn action I saw on the internet, but get rejected by him. Really, he's no fun to fuck with. His teeth always scraping my cock, lousy kisser, didn't like my tongue touching his, disguised with eating ass, and only lay on his stomach while I do all the work from behind. I tried making him to be more engaging in sex , but my effort seems useless. He always compliment me for the great sex we're having, at least that's what his expectation is. He never complained if we don't even have sex for a long time, thank goodness, I would rather go to toilet and jack off than had to spend any minute having sex with him.
But sex aside, I couldn't find anyone better than Lucas. He always there when I needed someone the most. He's so dependable that I would bet my life on it. There's a few moments of vulnerability that he witnessed and get me through the tough times. I guess I could give up my sex life for a life partner like Lucas.
One time, I made a prematured decision to broke up with him, right after the lousy first time sex with him. I thought it's better to love someone who can pleasure my endless thirst for sex, anytime and anyhow I wanted. But he begged and I eventually surrendered. I couldn't stand seeing someone desperately asking for my affection, and I gave him a chance. Well at least he's good at house chores and cuddling. I got a soft spot for cuddling, I love being pampered like a child sometimes, and Lucas always there to spoiled me. I don't think someone else out there could treat me the way he can, EXCEPT FOR SEX.
Enough talking about Lucas. My past life is simultaneously the best thing ever happened to me and also the worst mistake I ever done in my life. My relationship with my family destroyed. Well they never treated me right ever since I got busted having sex with a boy in school toilet. Plus things get worse after I failed to graduate high school. For someone as dumb and skillless as me, there's only a few option left for mu future. There's probably a better option than WHAT I CHOSE, but I'm too dumb to think of it.
I thinked of myself as dumb way to much thanks to my dad. Poor guy always wanted a great son who play football and fuck girls. Instead he got a worthless faggot instead. Things got worse when he received a call from school office. I still remember Mr.Steven's conversation with my dad over the phone, while looking straight in my eyes. "well sir, your son was caught red handed having sex with a boy inside school's toilet during lunch break. Yeah.... and we got video evidence too"
Turned out a gang of boys in my class already know about my secret activity. They recorded me having sex with Jon, the boy I've experimenting with for weeks. I still cannot imagined the ruckus and the noise after I got caught, like the whole school surrounded the boy's toilet while we desperately putting our clothes back. Long story short, Jon throw me under the bus to save himself from humiliation. Jon lied that I forced myself to sodomized him multiple times, while I just stood there in silence, accepting those lies as if it's the truth. His parent considering pressing charge on me, but nothing escalated after my parents profusely apologized. You can just imagined the beating i received when I got home. Thing get a bit better when my younger brother was born. Dad is less likely to beat me up and paid more attention to his new son. I couldn't forget my dad's mantra to my younger brother, "Don't be a faggot like your brother".
Matt
He's pretty cute, but that's all. I'm checking the fitness coach assigned to me. I cannot help myself to think that I've seen him from somewhere, it's like a puzzle with missing pieces. I wonder if it's because I got tired of new guy to fuck with already. Younger me would seduce this poor bastard just to taste his cock even if the sex was awful. I still get a hardon thinking about my promiscuous life as soon as I moved to college. Afters years growing up in a redneck conservative town, I embraces the gay life and culture to the fullest. I was proud to admit that I have the highest body count amongst my peer. But as the years goes, I'm losing interest on random hookup. I'm no longer the nymphomaniac I used to be.
I'm not really into taking care of my health or getting shape, just to look attractive enough in front of the mirror. I mindlessly thinking while listening to him, not really paying attention, just doing what been told.
I'm lucky to be married to a wealthy man. I don't have to go through 9 to 5 to support myself. But luxury always has it own rules. Someone as wealthy as my husband, could replace me anytime he wanted. Not that I'm insecure of my current relationship, Ben doesn't really socialize outside of his business circle. I don't think he really going out and cheating behind my back.
Another interesting fact about my marriage, Ben doesn't really mind of I having sex with someone else. It's just a pure coincidence that he catch me and a random stranger I picked up on bar having sex at living room. Apparently the sex was so good that I don't even hear Ben coming through the door. To my realization, his pants and underwear already dropped to his feet, with Ben furiously jerking off to us fucking on the couch. And that's how I knew Ben is a cuck. He can no longer performed in bed like he used to, so I guess this is my sex life and marriage now.
Ben constantly bringing a random guy at home, for a random reason he could give, just make sure he can jerk off his incompetent dick to us having sex. But not every guy clicked with me. Sometimes we got lucky if I'm interested, sometimes the night ended with the guest going home with no action. It's hardly to find any men that able to bring me something new and fresh to my sex life. It's always just mindless fuck with no passion, just to satisfied Ben's cravings.
Tim
Watching him doing squat lift got me rock hard for an obvious reason: he got a nice ass. Not just nice, it's a pornstar type of ass. I'm checking every inch of his body while he repeating the exercise, giving me time to think to myself.
It's not everyday that I get a beautiful client. This time is out of ordinary. Standing about 5'8, silky smooth vanilla skin, blue eyes, and wavy hazel hair. Watching this guy working his juicy ass to sweats is truly a feast to eyes. I could imagined various positions I could fuck that ass on gym equipments. It's been a fantasy of mine to have sex after sweaty gym workout. It's late night, everyone goes home, light's partially turned off, just two of us, exploring each other's body and fucking each other all night long. I remember a few porn I watched before with similar situation.
My delusion got into my head so deep that I didn't realize my client watching me rubbing my erection. I quickly move my hand.
"I think that's all for today. We can continue anytime you're free. It's just you for now so it's easy for me to fix a schedule for you"
'Yeah I'm beat. It's been awhile since I last work out" He replied.
"So I need your number, just in case if you need to reschedule or ask anything about workout that you can do at home without any equipment...." It's a policy to get clients number to get in touch with them until sessions ended. But this time I'm nervous to ask his number, I feel like hooking up with my clients, thinking about the possibilities in the future. He grabbed my phone and type his phone number. Great.
"I'll text you when I'm ready." Our session ended just like that. I had a chance to exchange gaze before he walked out the gym's door, it's like there's an unspoken meaning between us. His face look even more beautiful covered in sweats. This kind of beautiful men only appear in tv screen, or walking on Hollywood's red carpet. I could tell that he's definitely at least bisexual. There's no man this beautiful that willing look at another men this way. We look at each other until he out of my sight. I'm sweating by just looking at him all day long.
The sight of Matt's physique still lingering in my mind while I'm driving back home. The image of his beautiful face, his perky nipples stabbing the shirt, his sweaty fabrics hugging his smooth white skin, and definitely his bubble butt poorly covered by his tight shorts. I had to stop somewhere and relieve myself right now. I couldn't wait any longer to get home and finish it inside of the shower.
I carefully pick a shady spot at nearby park. Everyone starting to leave and sky slowly darkened. I still got time to masturbate inside my car before street light turned on. I turned off the engine, pulled out my leaking cock and feeling my lust slowly being provoked. I can't remember the last time I got this desperate to jerk off, especially in public area. I reclined the car seat, laid on my back, and get in mood for a full masturbation session.
"You love watching this ass didn't you" I fantasized a cheesy porn scenes for my perverted session.
"Guess I got caught. Now let me be your back support while you working on this" I walk closer to him and rubbing my palms on that sweaty wet shorts, feeling the muscles hiding inside. It's juicy and firm, definitely up to my expectations. I wasted no more time and slid my hand into the shorts from behind his back, with my torso rubbing his sweaty back. I grabbed and squeezed his ass muscles, feeling his slippery smooth skin sliding through my palm. He let out small moan when I fingered his tightened hole. With my finger swirling and fucking his love hole, his moan getting louder and desperate.
He dropped the weight, and using his left hand to reach my crotch. He grabbed my full package, massaging my rigid cock from the outside. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" He proposed.
"Yes please" He turned around, looking at me with his blue eyes before we kiss passionately. It went from a simple kiss to tongue fucking each other's mouth. I finally free to use his body however I wanted upon his willingness to surrender his body. I grabbed his face and spit directly into his mouth before continuing our sloppy kiss. We took quite some time feeling each other tongue while Matt's hand still feeling my cock from outside my shorts.
Matt can't wait any longer. He parted our kiss and get on his knees. He slowly peeling my shorts and underwear while looking at me straight in the eyes. The anticipation of waiting Matt's lips on my cock pushed my nearer to the edge. My cock finally free, bouncing from the restraint of my underwear and slapped Matt's beautiful face.
"That's a huge cock right there. I wonder if it fit my mouth nicely?" He teased me while swirling his tongue on the tip, licking my dripping precum. I cannot hold any longer, unleashing a powerful orgasm for a quite a moment. I opened my eyes, still inside of my car. My loads stained all over my shirt, and some went as far as the car ceiling. Even after a few minutes, my legs is still twitching from orgasm aftermath. I don't regret getting showered with cum all over my clothes after that scenario I created inside my head.
I just realized that I have nothing to clean myself with. I don't bring towel during client session. Now I just laid on my back, still figuring out how to clean my mess for few minutes. All of my clothes now soaked with my massive cumshots and I don't know what to explain to Lucas.
Lucas
"Why you're naked? Tim entered through the door, fully naked. It's quite an unusual behavior coming from Tim.
"Trying to cool down my body, you know" Tim coming up with an excuse only he can think of. Wasting no time with my question, he went straight to washing machine and dumped his clothes inside it. I guess it just Tim being a dumbass as usual. As Tim cleaning himself inside shower, I smelled something funky while doing laundry. I know it's coming from Tim's gym clothes. Out of curiosity, i picked the his clothing and to my surprise, it soaked my cum!
Now my thoughts running wild. Why his gym clothes covered in cum? And it's not a normal amount of cum Tim usually produce, it's a lot. Is he cheating on me? I spent the next hours fuming and overthinking things, while Tim continued being oblivious to my mood. He didn't spent much time this night, going to bed early unlike any other night where he just playing video games in his mancave.
I reached his phone, try to look for any clues that might lead to answer. He don't even spent much effort figuring out complicated password, but the most obvious and easiest to guess, 123456. After a moment of looking on his phone, I found nothing unsual in message and call history, until I hit gallery app. There's hundreds of pictures of naked men downloaded from the internet. I never bothered to check his phone, as only use it to play more games when he's not on his pc, bur never I could guess that he stored a lot of perverted materials for his own arousals.I felt a sharp tinge of jealousy, scrolling through endless pictures of attractive men of all ages, posing shamelessly in front of camera, exposing their body and left nothing to imagination. But I noticed that there's a pattern of pictures that appeared oftenly, men showcasing their asses in various positions.
As jealous as I am now looking at my discovery on his phone, I felt relieved thinking that Tim's probably just cannot hold his hardon and just jerking off inside of his car. But still, knowing that Tim pleasuring himself to the sight of another man made me very insecure of myself. I realized that I'm strangely aroused by this experience. Was it due to the pictures on his phone, or the idea of Tim masturbated to this explicit materials behind my back? I look at him, sleeping soundly on our bed without any worries. I still wonder how I fell in love with this silly guy... ---
I would love to hear your opinion and reviews to my story. Email me at shawnrishwan@gmail.com . Sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. Thanks for reading.