Once a Cheater... (Pt 7) by Natty Soltesz
Bobby was bored. He was fucking his latest conquest, a married coworker. She'd initially shown no interest in him, but he'd befriended her and searched for cracks in her armor. One drunken office party later she blew him in the unused conference room, and now he was fucking her in the bed she shared with her husband -- up the ass, no less.
"You like this big cock in your ass?" Bobby said, grinning down at her face which was awash in pleasure.
"Oh, Bobby, give it to me like I can't get it from him!" she said, fingering her erect clit as she took Bobby's monster cock.
"He won't fuck you up the ass, will he?"
"No he's vanilla as fuck. I wouldn't let him even if he wanted to," she said.
"That's right, baby," Bobby said, grinning at his conquest but also feeling like something was missing. He found his mind drifting back to Miami, to Geoffrey and Zack and the expert way he'd played them off each other.
Of course, that hadn't ended well. Geoffrey texted and called him for months afterwards and had even shown up as his work once, crying, forcing Bobby to hide in his office and call security. Zack eventually sent him a long email which Bobby didn't fully read, but the gist was that he and Geoffrey were getting a divorce, and it was all Bobby's fault.
Bobby told himself it didn't matter. Here he was, his cock encased in a beautiful married woman's tight, virgin asshole, and she was looking up at him with something like love. She would probably leave her husband if he said the right things, but at that thought his ennui took over. He came inside her asshole, halfheartedly assured her he couldn't wait to see her again, and made tracks.
He ruminated as he drove back to his loft. Why had it been so special with Geoffrey and Zack? He'd broken up plenty of couples before. Was it just that Zack was his old friend? Or was it that he saw some of himself in Geoffrey's wild ways? He was considering this when his phone buzzed. He looked at the screen: a text. From Zack.
And so Bobby found himself, a week later, heading over to Zack's house. Zack had laid out the situation pretty plainly: he and Geoffrey were divorced, and Bobby was forgiven. Zack knew, after all, that Bobby was a horndog -- he'd been like that all his life. And now Zack was seeing someone else and moving on -- he wanted to rekindle their friendship.
Touching as it all was, the real nugget of info in those texts for Bobby was that Zack was seeing someone new. Which meant Zack was once again ripe for conquest, and Bobby pulled into Zack's driveway with his cock half-hard, anticipating a fun night of hot, illicit sex with his old friend.
Bobby did have the slightest sense, as he knocked on the door of the house where he'd fucked both Zack and Geoffrey multiple times, that something was up. He couldn't say what, exactly, but it didn't stop him from knocking. A moment later Zack opened it, looking fresh and handsome.
"Hi, Bobby," Zack said.
"Hey," Bobby said, stepping inside. What was up with the look on Zack's face? His smile hid something, but Bobby didn't have time to think about it as he stepped inside the house. "Long time no..." he started to say when he saw who was behind the door: Geoffrey.
Bobby's first thought was that Geoffrey looked even better than Zack did. The second thing he noticed was that Geoffrey had a length of rope in his hands.
"Hi, Bobby," Geoffrey said. "Happy to see me?"
"What is this?" Bobby said, his body tightening with apprehension.
"Just a dinner party," Zack said, grabbing Bobby's hands from behind and holding them tight. Bobby struggled but Zack held tight. "Except you're the main course."
"We thought it was well past time that we give you a surprise," Geoffrey said, uncurling the rope as he approached Bobby from behind. "You know, a little taste of your own medicine. You spent so much time keeping secrets from us..." he said as he began to lace the rope around Bobby's wrists.
"What the fuck?!" Bobby said, feeling the rope tighten around his wrists. "I thought you guys were divorced."
"We are," Zack said as Geoffrey put the final knots in the rope around Bobby's wrists and then went for his belt. "But we're still together, and happier than we've ever been."
"Yeah it's amazing what divorce can do for the libido," Geoffrey said. "We fuck more now than we ever did when we were married."
"I could've told you that," Bobby said as Geoffrey yanked down his pants.
"But you wouldn't have been interested in us if we hadn't been married, isn't that right?" Geoffrey said as he traced a finger along the bulge of Bobby's briefs. "Mm, I missed this. Didn't you, Zack?" Zack, still holding onto Bobby's bound wrists, reached around to hoist Bobby's bulge in his hand. Bobby tried to pull away.
"Not so fast, buddy," Zack said, grabbing Bobby by the balls. "We've got a whole night planned." Zack looked at his ex-husband as he fondled Bobby's swelling bulge. "I did miss this. Look, I bet he even trimmed his pubes for me. Didn't you?"
"Only cause I thought you had a new boyfriend," Bobby said with a sneer.
"Yeah I told him to add that detail," Geoffrey said. "We know how you operate. But now you're under our control, so just let go, baby," Geoffrey said, caressing Bobby's face. "Remember how you used to call me that?" He yanked down Bobby's briefs and, at the same time, Zack ripped open his shirt to reveal Bobby's toned and hairy chest.
"This is gonna be fun," Zack said, feeling up Bobby's body.
"Isn't it, hon?" Geoffrey said, holding Bobby's meat in his hand which started to rise. "See? I knew he'd be into it. Can't keep a horny fucker like you down, can you Bobby?"
Bobby tried to keep his face impassive even as his cock got harder. Now that the shock had worn off he'd accepted his fate. The tables were turned, as they were wont to do. He was curious to see what they had in store for him.
The couple led him down the hall. "This used to be our guest bedroom," Geoffrey said as Zack opened the door. "We'd use it when my mother came to visit." Bobby's eyes widened to see a fully-equipped dungeon -- red-lit, the faux-brick paneled walls hung with whips, chains and shelves that held some alarmingly-large dildos. Bobby had to suppress a smile -- he'd done his part in turning this staid couple into two horny pervs.
"Zack and I built this together over the last couple months -- with you in mind, of course," Geoffrey said, leading Bobby by his boner to the St. Andrew's cross in the center of the room. They stripped him fully before tying him to it, spread-eagle and ass-out. Zack affixed a silicone tie around the base of his cock, tightening it so that he would remain hard. Geoffrey did the honors with a ball gag. Then the couple stood back to admire their work: six feet two inches of hard, hairy bi-guy muscle, hard cock and tight ass, totally at their mercy.
"Can you believe we get this all to ourselves?" Geoffrey said to Zack, running his fingers over Bobby's tight stomach as if he were an object. That was a sensitive spot for Bobby and it made him squirm and protest, but the ball gag muffled his voice. Zack came behind him and cupped his hand around Bobby's hard ass.
"That's what he always promised us, isn't it? That he belonged to us," Zack said, inching a finger into Bobby's crack to rest against his tight hole.
"Yeah but he never delivered. So we had to take him for ourselves," Geoffrey said, grabbing Bobby's hard, tied-off cock and giving it a stroke. Bobby moaned.
Zack pushed his finger inside his former best friend and whispered into his ear. "We're gonna use every inch of you, man. It's only fair, don't you think? After the hell you put us through, seducing me and then Geoffrey. On my wedding night, no less..."
Geoffrey picked a paddle off the wall and brought it to Bobby. "Remember how you told me you loved me, baby?" Geoffrey said, and Bobby felt the hard, flat paddle rub up his thigh and across his cock. "Let's put that love to the test, yeah? Take what you deserve, and maybe we'll be sweet to you...eventually."
Bobby saw the evil grins on the couple's faces as Zack took hold of a riding crop. The two men got behind him. He felt the crop and paddle running all over his body. There was a moment of exquisite tension before Geoffrey brought the paddle down hard on his ass. The sound ricocheted through the room. Bobby felt a hot pain on his ass like he'd never felt before. His scream was muffled by the ball gag.
"Take it, you manipulative piece of shit," Geoffrey said, rearing up the paddle and slamming it hard onto Bobby's butt. Zack teased his nipples and boner with the riding crop in between Geoffrey's brutal blows. Then the former husbands switched off and Zack gave him a hard sting on his ass with the riding crop. Bobby bucked and whimpered.
"That's for getting between me and my husband," Zack said. Then, rearing up slowly to prolong the tension, he brought the sharp end of the crop down hard on Bobby's reddening ass. "And that's for making me say I loved you."
"He's so hard, babe," Geoffrey said, stroking Bobby's cock. Bobby looked down at Geoffrey. There was a look in Geoffrey's eyes -- a certain reverence that, despite the pain being inflicted upon him, made him smirk. Geoffrey was still a slut for his cock -- they both were, probably, and just needed to be given the opportunity. "I think I need it in my ass," Geoffrey said.
"It's your cock, hon," Zack said. "Get it lubed up and take it." With that Geoffrey got some lube and applied it to Bobby's boner. Bobby moaned into the ball gag.
Zack gave Bobby a sharp crack on the thigh with the riding crop. "Don't get too excited," Zack said as Bobby flinched and groaned. "Hey, hon, maybe I should fuck him while you take his dick."
"Mm, sounds good, babe," Geoffrey said, turning his round, smooth ass to Bobby and lining up his hole with Bobby's cock. He lowered himself on it, taking Bobby's dick inside him to the hilt in one motion. Bobby groaned again -- it felt like he was totally under their control, his body a toy for their use.
"How's that cock feel?" Zack said to Geoffrey.
"So fucking good," Geoffrey said, bouncing away.
"I can't wait to use this ass," Zack said, slipping his fingers in between Bobby's muscled cheeks and pressing his digit to Bobby's hole. "Been too long, hasn't it?" Zack said in Bobby's ear. "Remember when we were in college together, fucking chicks on the regular? I couldn't have imagine I'd have you all to myself like this," Zack said as he finger-fucked Bobby, using his other hand to roughly pinch Bobby's nipple.
Zack lubed himself up and slid into Bobby as Geoffrey kept up a rhythmic bounce on Bobby's cock. "Oh fuck!" Zack said once his cock was balls-deep in Bobby.
"Feel good, babe?" Geoffrey said.
"Such hot ass," Zack said as he fucked. "Let's use him all night."
And the two former husbands did use him all night, giving Bobby time to take stock of his position: usually impaled by one of their cocks on one end, his harder-than-nails cock being pleasured by one of their asses on the other. When Zack and Geoffrey got tired of fucking standing up they took him to the bedroom and tied him spread-eagle and removed the ball gag. Then they took turns riding Bobby's cock.
"What is it about this cock?" Zack said, tweaking his nipples as he slid Bobby's raw boner in and out of himself. "It's so fucking perfect."
"I know, babe," Geoffrey said. He was sitting on Bobby's face. Every time Bobby's tongue would get slack or tired Geoffrey would tweak Bobby's nipples hard to get his tongue going again. "Wanna switch?" The two men changed positions -- Geoffrey taking Bobby's cock for a ride as Zack sat on his best friend's face.
They took turns fucking him again, at one point getting both of their cocks into Bobby at the same time. That made Bobby cry out and cum, unbidden, a copious load that shot out of him without warning and that the two former husbands had a fun time cleaning up with their tongues.
As the morning light rose in the sky, Zack and Geoffrey hog-tied Bobby and brought out the toys, stretching out his ass with larger and larger dildos until Bobby shot another load, which Geoffrey managed to steal, sitting right down on Bobby's spasming cock just as he started to lose it.
They finished the night by tag-teaming Bobby's well-used hole, getting more and more aggressive as they neared their own delayed orgasms.
"You gonna take our loads, baby?" Geoffrey said, pounding Bobby's ass mercilessly. Bobby groaned but couldn't respond -- his mouth was stuffed full of Zack's fat dick, tears running down his face as he got pummeled at both ends. "You cheated on my husband and lied about it, then tricked me into cheating on him, too. You had me thinking we were in love, all for your own sick fantasies. How's it feel to get tricked, huh?" Geoffrey said, giving Bobby's tender ass a slap.
"Bobby just wants to cause chaos," Zack said as the two men switched off. "He was always scamming on someone else's girlfriend in college," he added, shoving himself inside Bobby's gaping hole.
Bobby felt chastened. It was all true, what they said. In his darkest moments, Bobby would sometimes despair at his behavior: how he got off on tricking others, how he used his transgressions to distract from the lack of love and stability in his own life. But something in the way Zack and Geoffrey were using him felt like love. These guys liked it as much as he did -- even after all he'd done they hadn't been able to stay away.
So after they'd all cum and untied him, Bobby stayed for breakfast. None of them said much as they all three got into bed, crashing from the night's fun. Falling asleep between the two men, Bobby felt like some balance had been restored to their world.
He moved in with them that weekend, selling most of the stuff from his loft and donating his king-sized bed to the former husbands' bedroom so the three would have a comfortable place to sleep and fuck all together.
As time went on they worked out an arrangement: that it would be the three of them, only, to avoid bringing potential diseases or conflicts into a scenario that was obviously working well. Bobby seemed more enthusiastic about it than any of them, making sure they went out in public as a throuple, posting online about their perfect lives as three consenting men in a modern relationship.
Maybe I have changed, Bobby was thinking to himself one morning after Zack and Geoffrey had gone off to work. He was out on the porch having his morning coffee. Maybe I just needed some time to settle into something as good as this.
A couple came walking down the street -- young and attractive. He nodded at them, and they stopped to introduce themselves.
"We're your new neighbors," the man said, giving him a handsome smile. The woman was even more beautiful. They chatted for a moment. Bobby couldn't help but notice the way the man looked at him, how packed his crotch was. Or how the woman's eyes seemed to drift over Bobby's body when he stood up to shake their hands.
As they walked away the man turned back to look at him. Bobby smirked. A few steps later the woman turned to look at him, too. And despite his newfound stability - or maybe because of it - Bobby began to plot his next move.
The End
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