I should have known how it would end from the moment he first asked.
“You got a minute?”
I looked up from my computer screen. Joe was standing in the doorway of the spare bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. Gym shorts that hugged his ass, sleeveless tee-shirt that showed off the tone in his shoulder muscles. Every time I saw him looking like that it would make me want to ditch my work and just spend the afternoon fucking him instead — at least a couple of times this week I’d blown off a conference call to let him drag me into the bedroom for an afternoon fuck session. To be honest I’m surprised I got anything done working from home with him around.
“What’s up?” I asked.
He had that look he always gets whenever he’s about to ask for something he’s not sure I’ll approve of. “I was wondering,” he started slowly, “how you’d feel about Scott coming to stay for a while.”
I felt that familiar sensation of my heartbeat picking up just a little, almost imperceptibly, and the tingle in my groin at the mention of his name. It was a conditioned response by now because I’d watched them fuck a dozen times at least, and I couldn’t help thinking about Scott without simultaneously thinking about how hot it always was to watch him balls deep in my husband.
“Coming to stay?” I parroted Joe’s words back to him. “What for? How long?”
“I don’t know how long,” Joe replied. “A little while. He needs somewhere to crash for a bit. With all the restrictions and distancing requirements, the personal training work at the gym has pretty much dried up so he’s fucked for rent.”
“Oh, shit.”
“His landlord’s breathing down his neck for rent money and he knows he’s not going to be able to make the payment, so he has to get out of there in the next few days.”
It was a pretty common story by now, a bunch of our friends and acquaintances had lost jobs or had gig work dry up since the pandemic started. I felt bad for the guy. He was a popular trainer. Like, really popular. He got good results — Joe’s ass and arms were proof of that — but I guess even the best couldn’t compete with a pandemic. The city had already been through one long lockdown, followed by months of less severe restrictions, and just as people were starting to think things were returning to normal a new wave had hit and we found ourselves locked down again.
I felt like we should help; we were in a pretty enviable situation given that both of us had work that was secure and well-paying. Not to mention being homeowners meant we had no landlord issues and a three-bedroom house to ourselves.
And I couldn’t lie to myself, the idea of having him move in here and cuckold me with my husband on a regular basis would be pretty phenomenal. He was the best bull we’d come across yet by far: hot, hung, dominant, confident. Ever since Joe had first hired him as a personal trainer they’d been fucking every chance they could. He was good at it; he could give Joe the fucking of his life every single time. And he really got into humiliating me too, which is something I hadn’t often found in a bull. There was nothing in the world as hot as seeing that cocky grin on his face each time he’d lay back and let Joe service his cock while I served him a beer. It had been a few months now since he started fucking Joe, and every time he still managed to keep the tension just as charged as when we’d first met him.
Something about it made me a little bit uneasy though. It sounded all fine as a jack-off fantasy, but my rational brain started screaming at me almost instantly that agreeing to this situation might be biting off more than I could chew. Having a bull as dominant as Scott was beyond hot when he’d order me around in the bedroom and treat me like his servant, but it made me a little nervous that we’d be at risk of that kind of dynamic spreading into our day-to-day life. Although the idea of that happening, beyond my control, was unbelievably hot too.
I knew it would probably be wiser to leave that in the realm of fantasy. My dick was quickly winning out over my brain though.
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