The Ex-Husband

I thought about how she'd probably been thinking about Brad's cock for years, fantasizing about it ever since their divorce. It made me thankful and amazed that she had managed to resist his advances that day he came in for a massage. And it made me happy that she was finally getting to experience again the intense pleasure that he gave her. I could see her ecstasy all over her face.

She propped one hand on my thigh and the other on my chest and used me to rock herself back and forth on Brad's cock as Brad held her narrow waist.

"That's it, back that ass up on my dick, slut," Brad said, spanking her ass a couple more times.

She let out a little whimpering moan. I stared at her face adoringly and said, "You look so beautiful, baby."

She smiled at me, then glanced down at my crotch. "Go ahead and start touching yourself, sweetie. I want you to enjoy the show."

I swallowed nervously, glancing up at Brad, who just smirked and shrugged indifferently. As he continued fucking her, I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and reached my hand into my briefs. The head of my cock was slippery with incredible amounts of precum, and I had to stroke myself extremely slowly to keep myself from cumming.

"Fuuuck, this pussy is just as tight as I remember it," Brad said, then said mockingly to me, "Didn't have to worry about that little thing loosening her up, huh?"

I felt myself turning red as Emily laughed and said to me, "Oh my god, take it out and show him, baby."

"Honey..." I whined, embarrassed.

"Please?" she asked me, giggling.

"But...it's embarrassing," I said.

"Fucking do it already, bitch," Brad intervened sternly.

I looked up at him. "Yes, sir," I said obediently, then pulled my briefs down, revealing my 5-inch dick.

They both laughed, and Brad said, "Jesus, how did you put up with that thing for so long?"

"Oh my god, I know, right?" Emily said. "Mostly I just got off touching myself thinking about you."

"Yeah?" Brad said, gripping her ass and fucking with faster, more sudden thrusts. "Thinking about this nice...big...dick?"

"Ohhhhhh, yes, Brad!" she moaned.

"Fuuuck yeah, slut," he groaned, fucking her harder and faster. "Show your fucking loser husband what it looks like when you cum on my cock."

"Ohhhh god, yes, Brad," she moaned. "Fuck meeeee, fuuuuuuck meeeeee, fuck me fuck me fuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee!"

I had gone back to stroking myself as I watched this. Emily's last moans reached such a high pitch that they were barely comprehensible as Brad really hammered away at her pussy, until her head fell limp against my chest and her body started trembling.

"Nnnnngghhh," I whimpered, staring in awe at this. Unable to hold back, my load began squirting out of my cock, dribbling all over my stomach and hand.

They both laughed as they saw this. "You came already, sweetie?" Emily said sympathetically. "We're just getting started."

"I couldn't help it," I said pathetically.

She giggled. "Well...I'm glad you enjoyed the show."

Brad pulled out and sat down on the couch, sweaty and out of breath. He slapped her ass lightly and patted his thighs, motioning for her to start riding him. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I sat there in a puddle of my own jizz, then straddled Brad and started slowly, sensually riding him. They kissed romantically, gently making out as he held her slim waist.

It was quite a sight, but since I had just cum, a wave of shame washed over me. I had just thoroughly humiliated myself. And now that I was no longer horny, looking at them only made me feel jealous and disgusted and regretful. What had I just done? I tried to think back on it, but I couldn't even remember some of the things I'd said in the haze of lust I'd been in.

"Um...I think I'm gonna head out for a little bit," I said softly as they continued what now looked more like intimate love-making than just fucking. "Gotta...clear my head."

Emily looked over at me as Brad kissed her neck and breasts. "Mmm...okay, sweetie," she said. "You okay?" A brief look of concern crossed her face before Brad thrust up into her and she moaned in pleasure.

"Yeah...I'm fine," I said. I quickly shuffled down the hall to the bedroom so I could change into some clean clothes, then walked back through the living room. They barely noticed me as I grabbed my keys and walked out the front door.

***

For a while, I just drove around, my head spinning, trying to absorb how completely I had debased myself in front of my own wife and her ex-husband. Sure, we all seemed to have enjoyed it, but did that make it right? I now felt pathetic and ashamed of myself, as well as incredibly jealous that he was still with her, the two of them doing who knows what together. They had probably moved into our bedroom, fucking in the bed I slept in with my wife every night. How could I have allowed this to happen?

I felt so conflicted, to the point that I was sick to my stomach. I happened to drive past a movie theater and decided I needed to take my mind off of everything. I went and saw some mindless special effects movie and let it wash over me. Eventually, I calmed down. Sure, Emily and I probably had some issues we needed to work through, but we could work them out.

When the movie ended, I got back in my car and just sat behind the wheel for a minute. Brad would surely be gone by now, I thought to myself. Yes, he was obviously a sexual dynamo, but I was pretty sure even Emily wouldn't want to get fucked for over three straight hours. I checked my phone, and sure enough, Emily had texted about an hour after I had left, telling me that she and Brad had finished and that I could come back home now, if that was what had been stopping me. A couple more texts followed, asking where I was and if I was okay. I texted back, letting her know I was on my way home.

But when I walked in my front door, to my surprise, Brad was still there, sitting on my couch in just a pair of boxers, Emily cuddled up against him in her comfy pajamas.

"Hey, sweetie," she said as soon as I came in, sitting up and scooting away from Brad a little. "We were wondering where you've been, I was starting to get worried."

"Oh," I said, taking in Brad's presence. "I, um, I went to see a movie. Ya know, I just had to, um, clear my head."

Emily looked at me, obviously concerned. She motioned to Brad that she'd be right back and walked over to me, then led me down the hall where we could whisper privately. "Are you okay?" she asked me. "I know that was pretty intense and everything."

"Um...yeah," I said. "I'm fine. My head was spinning for a little while, but...I'm fine."

"Oh, good," she said, sounding relieved.

"Uh...what's Brad still doing here?" I asked.

She looked at me, biting her lower lip nervously. "Well, um...he was kind of thinking that maybe he would, um...stay for the weekend?"

"Oh," I said, feeling like I shouldn't have been surprised. "Uh...well..." I looked at her, seeing in her eyes how badly she wanted this. "Yeah, I guess that's okay, if it's what you want."

"I mean, it's what you want too, isn't it?" she asked, seeming a little confused. "You definitely seemed to enjoy yourself."

I paused, looking down, embarrassed. "Yeah...I did," I said. "Just...afterward...I dunno. It feels a little weird now."

"Yeah, I get that," she said, nodding sympathetically. "Well, ya know, you'll get back into it. You just need a little time to, um, recharge, right?"

"...yeah, I guess so," I said.

"So...he can stay?" she asked hopefully.

"Uh...yeah, sure," I said.

She couldn't stop the excited smile from breaking out on her face. It stung, but I could already tell she was right. My dick was stirring back to life, just a little. She took my hand and led me back into the living room.

"Well?" Brad said, leaning back and spreading his legs confidently. "What's the verdict?"

Emily looked over expectantly at me, waiting for me to say it. As I looked at Brad's incredible physique splayed out on my couch, I knew I wanted to see him with my wife again. "Um...you're welcome to stay for the weekend, Brad," I said softly.

He broke out in a grin. "Thought so," he said. He patted the couch cushion next to him and Emily walked back over, settling in against his muscular body. "You can take the couch tonight, little buddy," he continued. "Your bed will be occupied."

I felt so pathetic, but my dick was completely stiff. "Um...yeah...I understand," I said.

Emily smiled up at me, rubbing Brad's abs. "Come watch a movie with us, sweetie," she said.

"Yeah, okay," I said. "Let me just, um, grab a beer first. I could use a drink."

We all let out a laugh, cutting the tension a bit. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, and we started watching a movie. It felt almost normal.

About 20 minutes into the movie, Emily looked over at me, smiled, and did something that startled me. She scooted across the couch, away from Brad and toward me. Smiling, she gave me a hug, then cuddled up against me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I looked over at Brad, who just smiled a little and shrugged this off, confident in the knowledge that he'd be getting what he wanted from her later in the night. I smiled, wrapped my arm around her, and held her close to me, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

We watched the rest of the movie like this. Then, the movie ended, Brad turned the TV off, and Emily sat up, stretching her arms over her head and letting out a big yawn. I saw Brad eyeing her body as she stretched. She turned to me, put her hands on my chest gently, and looked me in the eyes. I returned her gaze, then smiled and gave her a little nod. I was so grateful for the affection she had just shown me, and now I was ready to let her head off with Brad for the night.

"Good night," I said.

"Good night," she said. "I love you so much."

"Love you too, baby," I said.

Then she turned and took Brad's hand, leading him off the couch and down the hall. I grabbed a couple blankets and a pillow from a linen closet to set up a bed on the couch. As I lay down, I began to hear Emily's soft moans drifting down the hallway.

***

I awoke to the same sounds as the morning light poured in through the window. For a second I just lay there, absorbing everything that had happened the night before. As my wife's moans escalated from the bedroom, my erection began throbbing. I stood up, stretched, and shuffled down the hall in just my briefs.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I peered through and saw Emily's back, arched and gently moving up and down, sweat trickling down her spine as she rode Brad's dick. Brad was grinning up at her, holding her waist. Neither of them saw me through the crack in the door. Slowly, my hand slid into my briefs and I began stroking myself.

"Goddamn, baby, you just can't get enough of this dick, can you?" Brad said.

Emily giggled a little. "Oh my god, you have no idea how much I've been needing this," she said. "I'm so happy Lucas was into it. If he wasn't, I was ready to just start cheating on him."

Brad laughed. "Yeah? You were gonna let me fuck you behind his back?"

"Mmmmm, yesss," Emily moaned. "I mean, what does he expect? There's only so many times he can slide that dildo into me while I picture you fucking me before I need the real thing, right?"

Brad gripped her waist more firmly, holding her body in place while he thrust up into her. "You mean this real thing?"

"Ohhh, fffffuuuuck, yesss," Emily moaned. "Sooo fucking good."

"Are you gonna tell him you let me cum inside you?" Brad asked.

"Ohhhh," Emily said. "Of course. He'll probably cum in his pants just hearing about it."

They both laughed. Perverse as it was, something about them talking about me like this when they didn't know I was listening really turned me on, and I couldn't help but whimper, "Ohhh fuuuck" under my breath. Fortunately, they didn't hear me over their laughter. My fist pumped faster in my briefs as I watched Brad flip Emily over onto her back and climb on top of her. Their heads were now at the foot of the bed, closer to the door. They made out for a few seconds as Emily wrapped her legs around Brad and he began fucking her.

Then Emily threw her head back in pleasure, and when she opened her eyes, she was staring straight at me. A smile crept across her face and she moaned, "Ohhh, Brad, somebody's been spying on us!"

Brad looked over at the door, saw me, and laughed. "Hey, little buddy," he said. "Just in time to see me fill up your wife's pussy again."

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck," I groaned. I tried to stop myself so that I could see Brad cum, but my load started squirting into my briefs, forming a big wet spot. "Shit," I said, looking down at the mess I'd made.

Emily giggled. "Sorry, sweetie," she said. "I'm sure you'll get to see it eventually. But since you're finished, why don't you start making us all some breakfast? We'll be out in a little while."

I nodded and whimpered, "Okay, honey," then shuffled back down the hallway. I wanted to change, but realized all my clothes were in the bedroom, so I just walked to the kitchen in my sticky briefs and started scrambling some eggs. Meanwhile, Emily's moans grew louder as she began begging Brad to fuck her harder and cum inside her. Eventually, Brad let out a long, loud groan, and I knew he was planting his seed in my wife.

Not long after, they emerged from the bedroom, Brad in just his boxers and Emily in just a thin, cotton robe loosely tied around her waist. She came up to me as I was adding some bacon to the pan and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Morning, sweetie," she said.

"Good morning, honey," I said.

"I am fucking starving, dude," Brad said. "Your wife's giving me a hell of a work-out."

I smiled shyly at him and began plating the eggs and bacon. "Um...here ya go," I said.

"Thanks, man," he said and quickly began digging in.

I made plates for Emily and myself too, then quickly scurried to the bedroom to change out of my briefs into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. When I came out, we all sat around the kitchen table to eat. Again, just like the night before, things fell into a strange kind of normalcy, as if we were just some friends hanging out together. Brad certainly had an arrogant streak that was a little obnoxious, but he could also be charming and funny, to the point that I didn't really mind having him around.

After breakfast, we all showered, Brad and Emily together, and then me afterward. As I came out into the living room, I noticed Brad slipping on his shoes. "Oh, are you, um, leaving already?" I asked.

Brad grinned at the obvious disappointment in my voice. "Don't worry, little buddy," he said. "I'm just gonna run back to my place to grab some clean clothes and then head to the gym. I'll be back this afternoon."

"Oh...okay. Um, good," I said, laughing at myself.

***

After he left, Emily and I hung out for a while. We read together on the couch like we usually did on the weekends, then she cuddled up next to me while we watched some TV. At one point, she turned to me and said, "Lucas, you know I love you more than I could ever possibly put into words, right?"

I smiled. "Yeah, I do," I said. "I love you too, Emily."

We kissed, and she said, "I guess this would be a good time for me to get the grocery shopping out of the way."

"Oh," I said. "But, um, I mean, Brad's gonna be back pretty soon, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Emily said with a shrug. "But, I mean, you two can hang out together for a little while, right?"

"I guess," I said awkwardly. "I mean...it's gonna be pretty weird."

She smiled. "Sweetie, you know this is going to be happening kind of regularly, right?"

I swallowed. I hadn't really thought about it, but now that she was asking, I knew she was right, and I knew that's what I wanted. "Well...yeah," I said.

"Okay, so, like...you two should probably become friendly with each other, right?"

"Um...yeah, I guess," I said.

"Great," she said. "Don't worry, I won't be long."

With that, she grabbed her car keys and headed out. I sat there uncomfortably for a second, then grabbed the remote and turned the channel to a college basketball game, hoping that Emily got back home before Brad did so I didn't have to spend any awkward one-on-one time with him.

But of course, about twenty minutes later, Brad walked in, using a set of spare keys Emily had given him. "Hey, little buddy," he said with a friendly smile. He looked sweaty, clearly having just come back from the gym, wearing a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of mesh gym shorts.

"Um...hey, Brad," I said, admiring how, through all of this crazy stuff, Brad managed to stay confident and nonchalant about it all.

"I saw Emily's car isn't in the driveway, she went out?" he asked, dropping a small duffel bag he'd been carrying, which I assumed contained some changes of clothes for the weekend.

"Oh, yeah, she left to do some grocery shopping," I said.

"Cool," he said. "I'm just gonna hop in the shower then." He picked the duffel bag back up, but as he walked past me and saw the TV, he stopped and said, "Oh, hey, I was meaning to watch this game! Mind if I just chill with you until it's over?"

"Um, sure," I said as he set his bag down and came over to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

There were only a few minutes left in the game. I let out a little sigh of relief, figuring we'd just watch the rest of the game, he'd go take a shower, and by then Emily would probably be back. Brad sat back against the couch, manspreading in his usual way, and I couldn't help but notice that it looked like he was freeballing. I could see the full outline of his flaccid penis as it snaked down the leg of his shorts. I laughed to myself a little, thinking that I shouldn't have been surprised that a guy like him would be the type to have no problem showing off what he was working with when he went to the gym.

We kept watching the game. Both of us happened to be rooting for the same team. It was an exciting finish, and we both got pretty into it, cheering and yelling at the TV. Finally, our team won with a winning shot at the last second.

"Yesss!" Brad yelled, reaching over to high-five me.

"Yeah!" I said, holding my hand up. He slapped it firmly, hurting my hand a little, but I was just happy we were actually getting along without it being too awkward.

"What a game," he said.

"I know, right?" I agreed. "Such a great shot at the end."

There was a little bit of post-game analysis from the announcers, which we watched together, but then the announcer said they'd be airing a women's beach volleyball game next.

"Oh, damn," Brad said. "Those girls are fucking hot as hell."

I laughed a little. "Uh, yeah, definitely," I said.

"Let's watch a little," he said, grinning over at me.

I shrugged, a little uncomfortable, but said, "Yeah, sure."

The game came on, and Brad definitely wasn't wrong. The volleyball players all wore skin-tight short shorts and sports bras. They looked amazing.

"Fuck, dude," Brad said. His hand moved casually down to his crotch as he lightly fondled his flaccid penis. "I mean, I'll be honest, I prefer the gymnast type. Ya know, short, flexible. Like Emily. But I definitely wouldn't say no to fucking these girls too."

I laughed, a little awkwardly. "Uh, yeah, they're really hot," I said. My eyes kept darting down to his crotch. His dick was definitely growing and stiffening up a little.

He saw me looking and smirked at me. I felt myself turning red and quickly looked away, back at the TV. "So, uh, listen, dude," he said. "Can we be serious for a second?"

"Oh," I said, startled at the request. "Um, sure, of course."

"Do you actually get off on me fucking your wife?" he asked. My mouth fell open in surprise at the sudden change of subject. "I mean, I'm just asking," he continued quickly. "I'd feel like such an asshole doing this if you weren't really into it."