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“There’s nothing I can say that’s going to help,” she said. “There’s a reason. You can say that much,” he said. “Just tell me the reason.” His voice quivered and he could feel the wet in his eyes. “God knows, I never intended for it to happen, Jim,” she said. “Wasn’t I enough for you?” he asked. “I thought we’ve always had a great sex life. Where did you meet him? How old is he? How long has it been going on?”

“Almost three months,” she replied. “He’s twenty-six and I met him at work.”

“Well, at least I’m not old enough to be his father,” Jim said sarcastically.

“He’s a truck driver,” Linda went on. “He was unloading his truck when I went out on the dock to get Mr. Sanders.”

“Just like that! You walk out on the dock and decide you want to take this truck driver to bed?” he asked incredulously. “It wasn’t like that,” she said defensively. “We were only friendly at first. Then he began to get friendlier and...then you were gone on a trip out of town and he jokingly asked me if I wanted to see his etchings. He meant show me the inside of his truck. It’s a sleeper.”

“Geezusss, Linda, you climbed up in the guy’s truck right there on the docks?”

“No. No, it was the next day. I...I met him at a truck stop.”

“For something you didn’t intend to happen, you really went out of your way,” Jim said. She hung her head, but he could sense no shame. Only guilt that she had been caught. “This is my ego talking, but what’s he got that I haven’t got?” he asked. “What can he give you that I wasn’t giving you? I thought I was pretty good in bed. Is he that much better?”

“He makes me very happy,” she replied. “I’m in love with him, Jim.”

Her last words rang out and hung over the table like a death knell. He was stunned speechless. The wet in his eyes formed into a tear that ran down his cheek. “Does he love you?” he asked, barely able to get the words out.

“He says he does.”

“Does he love you?” he asked again. “Yes.”

He looked down at his hands clasped on the table. “Not as much as I love you,” he said. “Stop seeing him. Whatever’s missing between us, I’ll find it. Whatever it is that I’m doing wrong, I’ll fix it. Just stop seeing him and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

“You know we can’t do that, she said. “I can’t even ask you to forgive me.”

“You don’t have to. I love you enough to do that without being asked.” When she didn’t respond he asked her, “Do you love me?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“How? How can you? And if you do, how can you go running to another man?”

“How can you love me after what I’ve done?” she asked. When he didn’t answer, she went on. “I love you both, Jim. I wish I didn’t. It would make it so much easier.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, loving two men at the same time--not the same. Somebody’s bound to get the short end of the stick.”

“I’m guilty of that, leaving you with the short end of the stick,” she said.

“One of us is leaving, then, is that what you’re saying?” Jim asked.

“I have to. I can’t stay here with you feeling the way you do. ” “I told you, I love you. You can’t live with that?”

“We can’t go on as if nothing’s happened,” she said.

He let out a long sigh. “I don’t want a divorce. You said you love us both, yet you’re willing to leave me. If you love me, don’t leave. If you love him, then bring him into your life. I can live with that for awhile, till maybe you make up your mind...make a choice.”

She hunched over in sobs. “Please, Jim, don’t do this. Be mad, but don’t be kind. I don’t deserve that.”

“And I don’t deserve to have you leave,” he said. “Just give it a chance. Give me a chance, that’s all I’m asking. I won’t interfere. I won’t grill you about where you go or what you do. Just come home to me...at least part of the time.”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “You are either crazy or you’re applying for sainthood.”

“Selfish,” he said. “I’m doing this for me, first--for us, second.” She laid her head back with a loud sigh. “Will you stay? We can work something out, about how and when you see him.”

“All right,” she said finally. “As long as you promise that you’ll tell me when you no longer want me around. I don’t want you to pretend you love me. I couldn’t take that.”

He got up and walked around the table as Linda was picking up her cup. He put it back down and wrapped his arms around her. “I could never pretend to love you,” he said. True to his word, Jim never questioned his wife about where she was going, not even on the nights when she wasn’t beside him in his bed. She told him in advance when she wouldn’t home. Jim could see that the guy was making her happy. It ate at him like a voracious cancer and he wondered what the trucker did to make her so happy. It ate at him more when he was making love to her, wondering what he might be doing right or wrong that would make her leave or stay. He refused her suggestions that he go out as well, see other women. “It would make me feel better,” she told him.

“You love two men. I don’t love two women,” he said.

Then one night she hit him between the eyes again. “I have to leave, Jim,” she said. “I can’t even imagine what I’m putting you through when I go out. It eats at me something terrible.”

“I’m coping,” he said. “I’ve always been a patient man.”

“Michael is getting kicked out of his apartment,” she said. “They’re turning the building into a condo, the rent will more than double. It’s a good time for me to move out as well.”

“Get a place together, is that what you’re telling me?”

“It would make things simpler, don’t you think?” she said.

“It would be the first step to loosing you,” Jim said. “He can live here.”

She stood gaping at him in disbelief. “My God! You would do that?”

“How would it be so different than what we’re doing?” “Oh, Jim...I don’t know...”

“Please...just give it a try.”

“I would have to see what Michael thinks.”

“If you want me to talk to him, I will,” Jim said.

“No, I need to be the one to talk to him,” she said. “But you two will have to meet.”

“Obviously.”

“We, uh...we need to talk about...well, the arrangements,” she said . “Sleeping arrangements, you mean,” he said. Yes.”

Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Jim said. “I can take my turn sleeping in the guest room. It has to be understood that I’ll expect Michael to take his turn as well. He might not like that, knowing he’s the cock of the walk, so to speak.”

“I’ll see that he does,” she said. “I can’t imagine it,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m trying to picture it, but I can’t imagine any man doing this.”

“Promise to do me one favor,” he said. “If you ever start thinking me less of a man for doing it, tell me. I’ll move out.”

“Oh, no, not less man,” she said. It bothered Jim that Michael agreed to the arrangement without hesitation. He wasn’t sure what that said about the man, but on the other hand, what did it say about him, who suggested it? Linda insisted that the two men meet first, away from the house. Jim insisted that it be just the two of them, without Linda. She arranged for them to meet in a bar that she and Michael frequented. Jim knew the bar; Howard’s Place. He asked Linda to be out of the house the night he was to meet the younger man. He didn’t want her to see how nervous he was, and he wasn’t sure how he would act when he returned home. He dressed in Dockers, hiking boots and a yellow knit T-shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror, satisfied that he looked good, but good enough to be taking Linda out, not meeting her lover in a bar. He changed into nicely-worn jeans and the same yellow shirt. He liked the way the shirt hugged his arms and his chest. He felt like a boy going on his first date as he drove across town to Howard’s Place. He drove around the block twice before he had the courage to park and get out.

The short distance from the parking lot, he willed himself out of the jitters. This was a kid, really, that he was meeting--young enough to be his younger brother. Nothing else needed to be said about Howard’s except that it was a typical neighborhood bar; a long bar down one side with high back bar with ornate mirrors, and tables and chairs along the other side and in the back. As he walked along the bar he realized that he didn’t know what this Michael looked like. “Jim?” He stopped at the sound of his name behind him, from someone at the bar. He glanced back to see a young man turned around on his stool, leaning out from the bar. Jim didn’t know the guy but it had to be Michael. His heart sort of thudded at the sight of him.

“Yeah,” he said, turning around.

“I’m Michael,” the man said with a nervous smile, putting out his hand. A mass of bewilderment came over him. The guy was so friendly and casual. He was his wife’s lover. Jim was there to meet him, and now that they were face-to-face he didn’t know what to say. Michael did.

“Well, I guess I can’t expect you to say you’re glad to meet me,” he said.

“I was going back to a table,” Jim said.

“Yeah. Right. I’ll get us a beer,” Michael said.

Jim found a table in the back where there was less light that shone in the front windows. He didn’t particularly want to be seen with this guy. He could understand, though, how Linda could go for him in a big way, except that she was married. He was tall, black hair and snappy dark eyes with a dark tan that showed off his even white teeth. He was dressed more casually than Jim. He had on jeans and a white T-shirt, both of which hugged his well-muscled body like every guy should look. The sleeves hugged his big arms that bulged when they shook hands. His pecs stood out against the thin white material like two steaks; even his nipples which looked like two big pencil erasers, poked at the material. The shirt fit more loosely down from his chest, draped over his flat stomach. His thighs bulged inside the worn denim of his jeans and Jim couldn’t help noticing the impressive bulge in front. He had a butt that women drool over; round and tight-looking muscles that sort of churned when he walked. He walked with a confident swagger reserved for men of his stature. Jim waited nervously for Michael to get their beers and come back to the table. At least Linda had good taste, he thought. He was hoping so, but he hadn’t imagined that he would look like this. He tried not to feel insignificant or inferior. But he was forty years old and this guy was a twenty-six-year-old stud. He wasn’t at all sure how he would stand up to him.

Michael came with two beers and sat down. “I’ve got a standing order in for more beer, so you give the word when you’ve had enough,” he said. Jim nodded and tipped the bottle to take a much-needed drink. Michael, he noticed, drank his more casually. “I couldn’t believe it when Linda told me you wanted to meet me,” Michael said. “I can’t believe I’m here,” Jim said.

Both men stared down at the table. Michael was moving his beer bottle around in ever-widening circles. Jim was glad to see it; it meant he was nervous, too. “Well.....since we are here...” Michael didn’t finish it and it made Jim feeling more like he was on an even playing field. “I gotta hand it to you, I admire your guts, coming to meet me face to face like this,” Michael said. “And without a gun,” he added jokingly.

Jim didn’t laugh and Michael’s chuckle died in his throat. “Did Linda tell you why I’m here?” Jim asked.

“Yeah.”

“When is your rent up?” Jim asked.

“Tomorrow.”

“Then I guess we don’t have much time,” Jim said.

“Yeah, I guess there are a few things we have to talk about first,” Michael said. He spread his hands. “It’s your house, you make the rules,” he said.

“You’re not exactly coming into the game with no cards,” Jim said. He took a long, thoughtful drink from his beer. “Do you love my wife?” he asked.

“Yes, I believe I do.”

“You believe you do?”

“I’ve never felt this way about a woman, I don’t know.”

“Well, she has felt this way about a man before and she says she loves you.”

“I’m glad to hear that. For me, not you,” he said.

Jim looked across the table at him, letting his eyes rove openly over his good looks and his well-muscled body that clothes couldn’t hide. “I can see why she would be attracted to you.”

Michael looked down, embarrassed. “Thanks. I guess. It’s a rather awkward compliment, isn’t it? You must know why I was attracted to her, too.”

“Yes.”

Michael put out his hands in a helpless gesture. “Look, I don’t know where this is going; I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“It’s going something like this,” Jim began. “I love my wife, more than anything or anybody on this earth. I love her so much that I’ll forgive her anything she does as long as I can remain in her life and have her as part of my life. So much that you’re moving in with us.” Michael swallowed hard, shaking his head in disbelief. “We’ll get you moved in today, if that’s convenient,” Jim said.

“Yes.”

“No rent or room and board till you find a job and get on your feet. That’s a given. You’re not going to live like a leach.”

“No, sir, I wouldn’t do that,” Michael said. It surprised and bothered Jim to hear the guy call him sir, but it meant that he had control of the situation.

“We, uh...we’ve covered the logistics and the economics of it...there’re a couple of other issues...”

“Linda calls the shots on the other issues,” Jim cut in.

“So we...we’re going to, uh...share your wife,” Michael said.

“It’s a living arrangement,” Jim said.

“I’m not moving in as the gardener or the handyman,” Michael pointed out.

“You’re right. Let’s call it what it is. You’re moving in as my wife’s lover, with the man who loves her more. You will have the same privileges as me, obviously. How equally we share her is up to her. I’m not making any demands on her one way or the other.”

“You’re either nuts or understanding to a fault,” Michael said.

“I’m nuts about my wife so I can be understanding to a fault,” Jim said.

“I wish to hell, for your sake, I could back out of the situation, walk away from her, but I can’t,” Michael said.

“Then we make the best of it.”

Look, we haven’t quite called it like it is,” Michael said. “I’m going to be sleeping with your wife, under your roof. I don’t know the bedroom or sleeping arrangements. I don’t know if I’m going to be looking down the barrel of a gun some morning.”

“We both know you’re going to be sleeping with my wife, as I hope I will be, too. The when, where, how often is left up to Linda. You’re safe from me as long as you’re good to her. Mistreat her and I’ll blow your brains out.”

Michael gave a surprised, nervous laugh. “Well, that’s good to know. I won’t mistreat her. I’ll be as good to her as she’ll let me.”

“We both will,” Jim said. “Any problems, you and I work them out. No family pow-wows, just you and me.”

“All right.”

Jim finished his beer. Michael held his beer up in a salute. “Here’s to civilized men.” He downed his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Being civilized has nothing to do with it. I love my wife,” Jim said flatly.

“I can see that. Which makes it all the more painful that I can’t walk away from her. I wish I could. I really do, for your sake,” he told him again.

“My sake doesn’t count in this. If you walked away now you would break her heart. I don’t want to see that happen.”

Michael gave a thin, lop-sided grin; maybe a mischievous grin. “That sounds almost like a threat; like I’m committed, like it or not.”

“The only threat is if you mistreat her. It’s up to you, too, to make this work. I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces if it doesn’t.”

“You don’t have much faith in me, do you?”

“I have faith that you must be a hell of a man, because I am, and she’s turned her attention to you.”

“But she isn’t dumping you for me. That says something,” Michael pointed out.

“It says she trusts me more than she does you,” Jim said. “So, what say we go get your stuff. I’m driving my pickup.”

“You won’t need more than that; I don’t have much stuff.”

“You won’t need much, your room will be furnished,” Joe said.

Michael led the way to his apartment. As they were loading his meager belongings onto the truck, to Jim, it was like he was moving his younger brother. He couldn’t comprehend that this young muscle-stud was moving into his house as his wife’s lover. It began to soak in when they got home and they were moving his stuff into the guest room; a chair, a chest of drawers, a lamp, his clothes and some boxes of personal stuff. When they were finished there was a nervous moment when neither of them knew what to say or do. “Well, I think I’ll go looking some more for a job,” Michael said.

“Good.”

Linda was still out of the house. Joe was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cold beer when she came home.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Did you and Michael meet?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“And?”

“He’s moved in,” Joe said. “Oh! Oh, my. You must have hit it off,” she said.

“We didn’t have much choice,” he said dryly. “I put him in the spare bedroom, is that all right?”

“Yes. Yes, but where will you...”

“In my den,” he cut in.

“You can’t sleep on that old couch,” Linda said.

“I’ll be fine.”

She went behind him and began massaging his neck and shoulder muscles. “Joe, I can’t tell you how much I love you for doing this,” she said.

“I just wish you could love me without me doing it,” he said, reaching back to pat her hand.

“Where is Michael? Is he here?” she asked.

“No, he went out job hunting.”

“He said he wouldn’t be a mooch,” Linda said.

“We already had that understanding,” Joe said. “We haven’t talked about how we we’re going to work this,” he went on. “Do I come to you or do you come to me…or him? Or do Michael and I work it out between us?”

“I would rather it be spontaneous.”

“That could prove embarrassing if I decided to pay you a visit and Michael is already there, or vice-versa. “I don’t think Michael would be embarrassed,” she said. “Would you?” Jim asked.

“It’s not like we don’t all know what’s going on,” she said.

Joe nodded. “All right, I’ll take my chances.”

Michael came home late. Linda held supper for him and she and Jim were at the table. He came in with dirt all over his face and arms and his clothes were dirty.

“My Lord, what happened to you?” she asked.

“I got a job and they said I could start right away,” he replied, with a subtle glance at Joe. “So I’ll start paying rent right away.”

“That’s wonderful,” Linda said.

“Yeah, that’s great,” Joe said.

“Well, I need to shower, as you can see...if that’s all right.”

“Don’t be long, we’ve held supper for you,” Linda said.

Joe sat at the kitchen table staring out the window while Linda started putting supper on the table.

“Joe...?”

“I’m just trying to let this all soak in,” he said.

“Yes, so am I.”

“It seems so surreal. I know it but I can’t believe we’re doing it.”

“You’re being wonderful about it, honey,” she said as she leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. Just then Michael came downstairs, wearing a pair of old gym shorts and socks. No shoes and no shirt.

“You’ll have to put a shirt on,” Joe said. “It’s one of her house rules.”

“Oh. Okay, yes, sir,” Michael said respectfully. “I’ll see if I can find something. Only thing is, everything I brought was laundry. I don’t know if I have a clean T-shirt.”

“I’ll get you one of mine, then after supper you can get your laundry caught up,” Joe said as he got up from the table. Michael followed him upstairs to his and Linda’s bedroom where he dug out a clean T-shirt.

“Are you as nervous as I am?” the younger man asked. “No, why should I be?” Joe said. It was a lie, but it gave him the upper hand.

“I guess you’re right. It’s your house.”

“And my wife,” Joe added.

“Yeah…”

They went back downstairs where Linda served up Michael’s supper. She poured coffee for her and Jim. There was silence around the table, with furtive glances and nervous smiles. Michael choked down his food between answering questions about his job. Except that he would be bringing in some money, Joe didn’t give a damn about his job but he liked seeing the guy so nervous. It surprised him a little after the confidence he displayed in the bar. He finished eating, Joe thought, before he’d had enough; he just wanted to break up the situation around the table.

“Well, I…I think I’ll go on upstairs,” Michael said.

“So soon?” Linda asked.

“I have to be at work at five,” he said.

“My goodness, so early.”

“Yeah.” He glanced at Joe as he stood and shoved his chair back. “Supper was very good,” he told Linda, and then he went upstairs.

“He’s nervous,” Linda remarked.

“I wonder why,” Joe said. It went without saying that Joe and Linda would go to bed together as they had been doing for eighteen years. Joe was nervous too, but not too nervous to make love to her. It was strange, knowing that her lover was just down the hall, and it made him feel good, knowing that Michael was lying in bed, aching to be where he was. Good as his performance was, Linda was restless, and he thought, unsatisfied as she tossed and turned. “You want him, don’t you?” Joe said quietly.

“I thought you were asleep,” she said.

“I’ll go get him,” Joe said as he threw the sheet back.

“No…no, you don’t have to do that. I…I don’t feel right about you doing that,” she said.

He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. “You’re lover is down the hall, aching to have you, that’s what doesn’t feel right,” he said in a surly tone. Then he leaned over and kissed her gently. “Hey, this was what it’s all about, I’ll go get him,” he said. He slipped on a pair of shorts. Down the hall he tapped lightly on Michael’s door. He could see the light under the door.

“Yeah. It’s open.” He opened the door to find Michael stretched out on the bed with the sheet down to his waist, showing his muscular, naked upper body. There was a lump under the sheet, like he had a hardon, but it wasn’t moving.

“She kick you out?” Michael asked.

“No. I came to get you, that’s all,” Joe said.

Michael smiled. “Didn’t get the job done?” he asked smartly.

“Oh, I did the job,” Joe shot back. “She didn’t ask for you. But you’re part of what this is all about. I’ll be downstairs in my den; I won’t bother you.”

Michael nodded, smiling and laid the sheet back and swung his muscular legs over the edge of the bed. Joe did a double-take--he didn’t have a hardon. The lump under the sheet was his cock in its natural state--he was huge. His cock swung out from his hairy loins like a hunk of radiator hose, thick and meaty and long and veiny. He was cut but there was a generous collar that remained--a sure sign of great potential. Michael saw Joe looking at him.

“Don’t worry, she can handle it,” he said with a grinning smirk.

Joe nodded and tore his eyes away from the awesome manhood and walked to the stairs. He heard Michael’s soft footsteps going down the hall, into his bedroom; to his wife. Downstairs, Joe grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen and went to his den. He didn’t know what he was feeling; anger, doubt, inferiority, inadequate…he didn’t know but he couldn’t cope with them without the whiskey. His bedroom was situated directly over his den and he hadn’t realized before how the sound carried. He could hear their muffled voices and he strained to hear the words. Moments later he heard Linda’s moans and muffled squeals, then the gently thumping of the bed. “God, he’s fucking her,” he mumbled to himself. “I’m sitting down here letting another man fuck my wife!” A tiny part of him wanted to set the whiskey bottle down and rush upstairs and stop it. But the way Michael was built, it would be a real tussle if he decided to resist, and he wasn’t sure how Linda would take it. The thumping stopped and he heard louder moans and Ohh Godds. What was he doing to her? Finally, he couldn’t resist; he crept back upstairs and moved quietly down the hallway to his bedroom. He knelt down to peek through the keyhole with a gasp.

Michael was squatted down beside the bed holding Linda’s legs up and out wide and his face was buried between them. He was eating her pussy! Joe had never done that. The guy’s cock stood up at an angle, monstrous and menacing. It looked like it was ten inches long….possibly a foot, and big around as his wrist. Had she actually taken all of that, Joe wondered. A moment later he didn’t have to wonder. Michael raised his head, stood and hunkered over her and buried his huge cock in her pussy.

“Ohh, My Goddd, Michael…I love it when you do that…take me by surprise,” Linda moaned.

“Doesn’t Joe ever do that for you?” Michael asked.

“No, he never has,” she replied.

“Maybe I ought to call him up and give him lessons on how to treat his wife.”

“I wish we could, but I don’t know if he could handle it,” she said.

The more Joe watched them the more sure he was that he could handle it. He was developing a fascination for the big stud; his perfectly muscled body combined with his good looks and that huge cock…yeah, he could take lessons from the guy if he could swallow his pride long enough.

His own cock tented his shorts as he watched Michael having sex with his wife and more than once he almost worked up the nerve to go in but there was that tiny streak of cowardice that stopped him. It was wrong, but he was enjoying watching them. It was better than any porno flick he’d ever seen. He thought of Bradley, a guy he worked with, who talked about him and his wife hosting and gong to sex parties with other couples and swapping mates. He’d tried more than once to get Joe to talk to Linda about it, but he wasn’t at all turned on by the idea; till now. He watched till Michael brought her to a shuddering climax then he shot his load all over her and collapsed beside her. He was jolted to feel his shorts being soaked with his own cum. With their lust satisfied, the guilt and remorse set in. The whole thing was perverted. Allowing this strange man to live with them and have his wife any time he wanted. Taking turns with another man, for chrissakes--for the affections of his own wife--and now, watching that same man make love to his wife. He couldn’t take any more. He would ask…no, he would tell Michael to leave. His chance came the next morning when Linda left him and Michael at the breakfast table while she went upstairs to get ready for work. They were naked, as was Linda. It was some they’d started doing, eating breakfast naked, right out of bed.

“I want you to leave,” Joe told him.

“You want me to leave?” he asked with a frowning smile. “Have you talked to your wife about this? Does Linda want me to leave?”

“It’s not her choice,” Joe said.

“Oh. If I do, she’ll go with me, you know that,” Michael said.

“I don’t think so,” Joe said.

Michael stood up from the table, smiling down at his huge manhood. “You really think she’s going to let me walk away with this?” he said.

“Love is more than a big cock,” Joe said.

“Maybe so, but a big cock sure helps, I’ve proved that,” Michael said.

“Just pack your shit and get out,” Joe said. “You moved me in, are you gong to move me out?”

“No.” There was nothing else said. Not till Joe came home from work and found Michael still there. He went upstairs to find him packing his stuff.

“Sorry, but I had to find a place to go,” Michael said. “Oh, and, uh…Linda’s going with me,” he added.

“You talked to Linda?”

“I wasn’t going to walk out on her without saying anything. I owe her more than that.”

“You don’t owe my wife anything,” Joe said.

Michael shrugged. “Well, I talked to her, and she’s going with me.”

“She said that?”

Michael smiled. “Her stuff is already in my car. I’m picking her up from work tonight.”

Joe felt himself going pale as his stomach churned. Dam, what had he done? He was running her off. She was leaving without even telling him. It cut him to the bone but he should have known she couldn’t give up the big stud. He stood there in numb silence, watching Michael empty the dresser drawers into his suitcases. If he didn’t do something, his wife was going to be out of his life for good. He swallowed hard, trying to form words. Finally, he choked it out. “Don’t go,” he said huskily.

Michael paused in the middle of closing his suitcase, a thin smile on his handsome face. “What?”

“Don’t go,” Joe said again. “Pick her up after work, but bring her back here. I’ll go bring her stuff in from your car.” He started to move to the door but Michael stepped in front of him.

“Huh-uh,” he said, shaking his head with that same leering smile. “You can’t jack us around like that.”

“I’m not jacking you around,” Joe said. “I’m asking you to stay.”

Michael laughed. “Are you sure? I mean, your time with her was dwindling down.”

“I…I know, but…I’ll take any time she’ll give me,” he said.

Michael shook his head. “You are fuckin’ pitiful,” he said.

“I’m in love with my wife,” Joe said.

“I don’t think she’s in love with you,” Michael said. “I don’t even know if she’s in love with me. Sometimes, I think she’s in love with my cock. And if that’s true, well, your time is going to be less and less. You can’t compete, man. Who don’t you just face it and let it end? We would all be happier. In fact, why don’t you pack up and leave and leave us to our life together?”

Joe was devastated by the man’s reaction. He was so angry and hurt that he didn’t know whether to cry or light into him.

“On second thought,” Michael said as he closed his suitcase. “It’s your house. We’ll leave you to it.” Now it was Joe who leaned his back against the door. “You’re not going to try to stop me,” Michael scoffed.

“I’m asking you…don’t go…I’ll do anything. It doesn’t matter, even, if I don’t have sex with her as long as I can be close to her and know she’s happy. And you make her happy.”

“Yeah, I never had a problem with that,” Michael said cockily. “But sometimes it’s just too crowded here.”

“I won’t be in your way,” he said. “I just want her under the same roof. I’ll get down on my knees and beg if you want me to.”

Michael looked at him. “I wonder if Linda has any idea how devoted you are.”

“Will you stay?” Joe asked anxiously. When Michael didn’t reply and he looked like he was thinking about it he slowly slid down the door and dropped to his knees. “You really are willing to do anything,” Michael said.

“Yes.”

The scowling smile slowly turned into an evil grin as he flicked open the top button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Joe watched in fearful disbelief as he realized what Michael was going to make him do. Or maybe he was just bluffing. But he shoved his jeans down off his hips then bent over to shove them past his knees as he stepped out of his sneakers. He stood on one let then the other to take his jeans off and stood in his briefs. Joe was spellbound by the sight of the man…so big, so muscular and masculine…his cock bulging inside his tiny briefs. Then he was walking toward him, his thumb curled inside the waistband, pulling it down. The dark flurry of hair came into sight, then the thick root of his cock. He came closer, the thick muscles in his thighs bulging and leaping with each step, and his abs pulling and rippling beautifully. As he stood squarely in front of him, he pulled the front of his briefs all the way down and tucked the waistband under his balls. His huge cock swung out in Joe’s face, rubbery and thick and menacing. “Are you willing to do this?” Michael asked huskily. The head of his cock was the size of a baseball, so big that Joe didn’t think he could get it in his mouth even if he wanted to. The shaft was thick and veiny, the network of veins pulsating with the life blood that caused the big cock to expand. There was pearl-like moisture quickly forming a pool in the wide piss slit. “Well?” Michael asked as he twisted his hips, causing his big cock to swing back and forth. He was so close that Joe could feel the heat of his cock, and smell the sweet manly musk of his crotch. Strangely, it made him heady, like an aphrodisiac.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “I c-cant.”

“Oh, you don’t love her quite that much,” Michael scoffed. “Yes, but…d-don’t ask me to do this,” Joe said.

“I’m not asking you to do anything. I’m just offering you a chance to prove how much you love your wife…what you’ll do to keep her.”

Joe felt the wet in his eyes and fought to keep them from becoming tears. Shit, he couldn’t cry in front of this guy! He cursed the tear that fell down his cheek. Michael scooped wiped it off with his fingertip then scooped out the ball juice from the end of his cock and offered it to Joe. He let his lips go slack for Michael’s finger and he shoved it in his mouth and wiped it on his tongue. “How’s that taste?”

“Sort of salty,” Joe replied huskily.

“That’s from your tears. My cum tastes sweet,” Michael said as he probed Joe’s mouth with is thick finger. He shoved it in and out of his mouth, between Joe’s tightly pursed lips. “Let me know when you’ve had enough practice sucking on my finger, I’ll give you the real thing.”

Joe was terrified at the prospect of having the huge cock shoved in his mouth; possibly down his throat! Could he even get it in his mouth? He sucked and lavered his tongue around Michael’s finger--hoping to delay the inevitable. Then Michael pulled his finger out. “I think you’re ready,” he said.

“Don’t make me do this,” Joe said in a hoarse whisper, yet his lips remained slack, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip.

“I’m not asking you, I’m not making you. It’s all about, how much do you love your wife,” Michael said. “Cause you know she’s gonna go with me, hanging onto this big cock, and she probably won’t even look back.” Joe wanted to believe she wouldn’t go, but deep inside he knew she would. She couldn’t help herself; she was addicted to the big, muscular stud. Finally, Joe closed his eyes and wet his lips and opened his mouth. “Aww, yeah, you want it,” Michael said, laughing.

“I don’t want it, but I’ll do it,” Joe said. And suddenly his mouth was filled with warm, live, meaty cock--filled to the brim. He instinctively explored it with his tongue; the broad head with its thick rim that formed a big mushroom on the end of the shaft. He could taste the ball juice flowing onto his tongue and Michael was right, it tasted good. He didn’t know how much cock he had in his mouth and he was afraid to look. Michael started pumping his cock in and out of his mouth.

“Awww, yeahhhhhh, that’s good,” he moaned. “Fuck, yeah, use your tongue on it. Fuck, are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

Joe hated the humiliation that Michael was heaping on him but he endured. He only prayed that he didn’t tell Linda. He put his hands on top of Joe’s head and pumped harder, pressing the head of his cock hard against the opening of his throat. Several times, the warm meat conformed to the opened and nearly slipped through but Joe backed off of it. After several tries, he backed off completely. “I can’t take it all. I’ll suck it but I can’t take it all the way,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I think you could; you were doing real good,” Michael said. “But you can work up to it. Like I said, I’m not gonna force you.” Joe slobbered and sucked as best he could, hoping to end it as quickly as possible. He prayed Michael wouldn’t insist on shooting in his mouth. He would be sick for sure if he did that. He soon figured out that it was about humiliation and power, more than sex. It was as if he were being mentally bludgeoned with the huge cock as well as being orally assaulted. At one opportunity to breath, Joe made his final plea.

“Don’t cum in my mouth, okay?”

“Not okay,” Michael said.

“I can’t do that,” Joe said.

“You said you couldn’t suck cock but you’re sure as hell doing it.”

“But not that,” Joe said firmly. “I can’t do it. Please don’t make me.” Without a word, Michael shoved his cock back in his mouth and fucked his face. Joe knew he was trying to work up his load, to deliver the final blow of humiliation. He braced himself, choking and slobbering on the big, driving cock.

“I’ll warn you,” Michael said. “Like now…I’m getting there…awwwhhh, it’s coming! Fuck, man, I’m gonna shoot!!”

As much as he tried, Joe wasn’t prepared for the experience of taking his first load of cum in his mouth. The stuff shot out like a water cannon, thick and hot, and splattered against the back of his mouth. It came hard and fast. “UUggghh…GGaawww…” He choked as his mouth was filled with the stuff.

“Don’t choke, swallow it,” Michael said.

Joe closed his eyes to the tears and forced himself to swallow. He was surprised how easily he gulped the stuff down. It slid down his throat sort of in a glob. “Aww, fuck, yeahhhh! Goddam, you can swallow, too. Thought you said you couldn’t do that!”

Joe hated the man for humiliating him, but what was one more humiliation? He hated himself, too, for allowing himself to be turned into a eunuch in order to be the man he longed to be for his wife. It was laughable, when he had in his mouth the cock of the guy who was being the real man to his wife. When Michael pulled his cock out of his mouth, Joe swiped at the trail of cum he left on his mouth. Tears were running down his cheeks, not from crying but from choking. He stood up.

“Tonight, you go first,” Michael said. “I’ll come in later and finish the job right.” The hours before Linda got home, Joe was beside himself with anger and guilt and frustration. He wished he had the courage to pack his stuff and get out, but the mystique of his wife clung to him like a shroud. He would do their bidding, no matter what the cost in humiliation and degradation. He would take his turn first and then let Michael come in to take his place. It was ludicrous and unbelievable, but it was his painful reality. Michael and Linda were cheerful as always at supper. Joe tried but he couldn’t get past the humiliation Michael had heaped on him earlier, and what he would heap on in just a little while. Michael wasted no time in making his intentions known.

“Okay, I’ll do the dishes,” he said as he stood up and pushed his chair back.

“Why, Michael, that’s awfully nice of you,” Linda said.

“No, it’s selfish of me,” Michael said. “I want to let you guys get started.”

“Michael! Don’t talk like that!” Linda exclaimed. She took Joe’s hand and led him up the stairs. “It’s so sweet of Michael, don’t you think?”

“He wants me out of the way,” Joe said.

“What?” she asked with a frown.

“He wants me out of the way so he can come in and do the job right, were his words.”

“Oh, Joe, he’s only joking around.”

She led the way up the stairs and she led the way in the bedroom. Joe was pleased that she acted like she really wanted him. He was pleased with her moans and her whispered vulgarity that Michael had taught her that turned them both on so much. He was satisfied that he was doing the job, fucking his wife like she ought to be fucked. But the image of Michael lingered in the back of his mind, knowing the big stud was going to come in and finish it the way he couldn’t.

When they were finished, she lay in his arms, loving as always, as if they were alone in the house, only Joe knew Michael was lurking somewhere. Linda seemed in no rush for him to leave and have Michael come to her. Joe thought how funny it would be if she turned him away. Linda was getting lovey again, like she wanted it again and Joe’s cock was getting hard. Suddenly there was a tap at the door and it opened.

“I see you guys started without me,” Michael joked.

Linda laughed and Joe tried to smile. Was he there to kick him out of his own bed? To send him to another room like a bad boy? Joe didn’t move. Rather, he kept caressing Linda’s body, sliding his hard cock against her thigh, and she was responding. Maybe she wanted to tease Michael. Joe wanted it to be a slap in the face, for the big stud to watch him fuck his wife, the woman he pretended to own.

“Hey, that’s great, a three way,” Michael said as he began taking off his clothes. Joe started to protest. He didn’t want to be in competition with the guy and have him show him up, all face-to -face. Joe rolled on top of Linda and began fucking her again. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him and for a moment Joe felt the old husbandly pride that had been absent for so long. “Staking your claim, I see,” Michael said, laughing as he climbed on the bed with them. “That’s okay,” he said as he began stroking Joe’s butt. “I’m gonna stake my claim right here.”

Joe froze in mid-stroke, looking over his shoulder in horror. He was even more horrified at Linda’s squeal of approval. “Oh, let him,” she cooed. “It’ll be wonderful, having the weight of both of you on me, and that big cock of yours buried so deep. Let him fuck you, Joe. It’s a wonderful way we can all be together.”

His mind was amuck with confusion and fright and humiliation and a dozen other emotions all jumbled together. He didn’t know what to do. If he refused, he would be refusing his wife. He would probably be shoved aside like trash and the big stud would take his place in the saddle. He tried to weigh what he would loose and what he would gain by that. If he let it happen, he would be loosing the last vestige of his manhood; a tiny vestige that he’d clung to after Michael made him suck his cock. He jumped at the feel of Michael’s slick finger probing his ass. But he was just as suddenly surprised to find that it didn’t hurt like he expected. Michael probed hard and deep and found something in there that made Joe cry out.

“Yeah, that’s it. I found your love nut,” Michael said. “You like that?” he asked, as he rubbed his fingertips over the tiny nut.

“Ohhh…OHhhhhh…Awwwhhhhhhh, what’re you doing to me!” Joe cried, unable to control himself.

“Oh, Joe, I can feel your cock throbbing even bigger when he does that,” Linda cooed.

“It’ll throb even bigger when I start sliding my cock back and forth over this spot,” Michael said.

Joe was suddenly scared out of his wits at the thought being impaled on the huge cock. And he knew Michael wouldn’t be gentle or easy. He would fuck him like the man he was and he would turn Joe into the pussy he wanted him to be. But then Michael handed a small opened bottle around to him. “This is gonna hurt, so take a few whiffs of this,” he told him.

Joe didn’t know what it was but he did as Michael said. He sucked the acrid aroma into his lungs, first one side of his nose then the other, till he felt his head spinning and getting warm and then he felt like he was sailing off somewhere. “Ohh, Geezuss, what’s happening?” he asked, in a dizzy stupor.

“This,” Michael said. Joe felt the heat of the man’s cock pressing against his asshole and the next instant, it was searing his insides as Michael bore his cock into him. It hurt so bad he couldn’t even cry out, but almost as quickly, the pain began to subside. Michael found the spot with his cock and was rubbing it gently back and forth and Joe found himself responding, shoving his butt back to grind around on the big cock.

“Ohh, Yess, honey…Ohhh, I can feel you like it,” Linda cooed.

“Do you like it?” Michael asked. “Tell us you like it.”

“Yesss!” he hissed angrily as he bore back onto Michael’s big cock. He hated himself for it but he couldn’t deny that he did like it. “Yes, I like it…fuck me…ohhhh, fuck me, you big stud.” He heard the words but didn’t recognize his own voice. It was more like his body was talking.

Michael chuckled and began moving his cock in and out of Joe’s willing ass. By the time the poppers wore off, Joe was well and willingly into it and there was no denying it, to Michael or to Linda. For the next hour or so, he loved Michael as much as he loved Linda. They were wonderful together, and he wanted it to last forever. But it came to an abrupt and explosive end. Michael was pounding his ass like a pile-driver when he suddenly lurched and moaned and Joe knew he was about to cum. He was excited with anticipation, and let out a tiny, squealing moan when he felt Michael’s cum spurting deep inside him. The pleasure was more excruciating than the pain before, and it set off his own trigger. Linda, panting under the weight of both of them, cried out as he emptied his load into her pussy. And then it was over. The pleasure subsided quickly and Joe was once again reduced to a slave with another man’s cock buried in his ass and his sperm sloshing around inside him. He felt sick. He couldn’t believe he had allowed it to happen. He couldn’t believe any of it, that he had let Michael force him to suck his cock, and fuck him in the ass. He couldn’t believe he’d let the man into his life in the first place. And for the first time, he began to believe that his wife, his marriage, wasn’t worth it. He cringed as Michael pulled his cock out of his ass. He rose up and pulled his cock out of his wife and stumbled to his feet beside the bed. He saw Michael’s still huge and rubbery cock dripped cum.

“Hey, you wanta get that?” Michael said, pointing to the big rope of cum handing out of his cock. Joe swallowed hard, horrified that that instant he might actually want to do the man’s bidding, but he quickly grabbed up his clothes and turned and left the room--left his wife to Michael. “Well, I guess he don’t want it, I’ll give it to you,” he heard him say and he glanced over his shoulder to see Linda’s legs lifting up around the man’s waist and her arms around his shoulders.

“Fuckin’ bastard,” Joe whispered. “Fuckin’slut!” Hearing the words come out of his own mouth gave him back the courage he had lost somewhere along the way in his quest to be the man Linda wanted him to be. But he knew he could never be that man. He wasn’t her husband anymore. He was a toy for them to play with. He slipped into his clothes and found his truck keys. In the kitchen pantry he took the money that they kept hidden in a coffee can, stuffed it in his pocket. He could feel Michael’s cum running out of his still-loose ass as he left the house. He didn’t look back. And he never would.

The End