Push

by Nyla K.

“I can handle it,” he smirked. “From the looks of it, you can, too.”

Raising my daughter, football, remodeling, running a company, and making my wife come. Those are my skills. Oh and gardening. I don’t care how girly it sounds, I can’t let Jess take all the credit for those roses.

Ben’s plump, firm ass looked like a peach, or something delicious like that. I physically couldn’t stop staring at it. I tried to… I wanted to stop so bad, but I just couldn’t. It didn’t make any sense. It looked so good.

I could be behind him, touching his ass, sliding my fingers over it… in between the cheeks.

Our eyes locked, and I could see how turned on he was; the passion, lust, and forbidden desire just from being able to please me.

Jesus Christ… What the fuck am I doing? This is so bad… But so good. It feels so fucking good. But it’s wrong. My daughter’s boyfriend is giving me head. Holy fuck… I’m gonna come.

It appeared that I had found my excitement. And I had never felt more alive.

And then I fucked my girlfriend and got off thinking about fucking her dad. Which I obsessed about and freaked out over all damn night.

I’m a straight guy with cock on the brain… That’s great. I love my life.

“Okay… let’s stop on three…” he breathed, and I burst out laughing. “You stopped already…” he grinned. “I said on three.”

I wanted to know how it felt, to fuck someone like him. Someone so masculine and in-control.

I started stroking his dick with my hand again and he seemed to succumb to feeling, allowing me to eat him the way I was used to eating pussy. Stop. That. Train. Of. Thought.

Fuck… this is what I was fantasizing about the other night… And now it’s happening. Oh Ben Lockwood… I will make us both come so good, I promise.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Mr. Lockwood?”

I just fucked him. We just fucked. I put my dick inside a guy. A guy I’m not supposed to have. And it felt like fireworks.

“You have… the best ass… I’ve ever fucking seen or touched,” I growled at him from behind, stroking my cock in my right hand, gripping his ass with my left. “Or fucked.”

He slid his fingers in between mine, and I could already feel it again… The fire; the passion; the lust. Maybe tonight was the end… Maybe it was just the beginning.

I may not be perfect, but I know how to make my wife come so hard she immediately lapses into a mini coma.

“Nineteen years ago, you said two words to me that… well, first scared the fucking shit out of me,” I chuckled and Jess grinned, biting her lip. “But then forever changed my life for the better. Baby, knocking you up was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Jess pouted at me, looking like she was about to tear up. “Cheers to another awesome year raising the best kid in the world with you.”

She was so much smaller than me; it was like I was being scolded by a garden gnome. “Friends don’t let friends drink and dial,” she said pointedly, holding out her hand.

All this Ben talk was making me want to see him… And touch him and kiss him. And maybe put his big dick in my mouth… Or my butt. Wait, what were we talking about again?

Oh boy… Is that part of her plan? She wants to use me to get back at Ben for cheating? That wouldn’t be good. I don’t want to be in the middle of their marital problems. Although… I think I am their marital problem. Fuck. I am a home-wrecker. That’s very disappointing.

“Baby, you’re more than just a someone,” he whispered, his voice deep and raspy. “You’re my someone.”

Before you, I had never looked at any guy. I never would have… But then I saw your full, round delicious ass, with your hips thrusting into your wife… And all I could think about was touching you. Fucking you.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Lockwood,” I growled. “I have a surprise for you.” “It’s not a surprise, Ben,” she murmured, and I raised my brow. “It’s huge and jamming into my back.”

She wants us both… at the same time?? Jesus Christ, that’s fucking hot. Oh, my God. I’m going to combust.

“What have you done to me, Ben Lockwood?” he whispered over my lower lip, greedy hands running everywhere. “You’re ruining me…”

Ben and I made eye contact again, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t in front of all these people. That was the issue with us, and it always would be. It had to be a secret. No one could know… And I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t hide anymore.

“When I was your age, everyone experimented with the same sex,” Jess’s grandmother, Millie, chimed in from across the room, and we all glanced at her. “We believed in free love. None of this gay straight bisexual nonsense. We just loved who we loved. It was beautiful.”

I had fallen in love with a woman. And then I fell in love with a man. But I didn’t identify as anything other than me. Benjamin Michael Lockwood. Wasn’t that enough?

You find out who your true friends are, but it sort of hurts when you do.

He was talking to me like everything was normal. Like we hadn’t broken up. Like I hadn’t blocked his number and moved across the United fucking States of fucking America to get away from him because I was in love with him and we could never be together.

I was like a smoker who had quit for years and was going in for that one cigarette. The one that would break me.

But you need to have something else to keep you determined. Something else to fill your cup. Don’t let your happiness rely on other people.”

The priest blessed us, and just like that… We were man, and man, and wife. It was the most perfect, beautiful, real and genuine thing we had ever done. And that night, we had a true honeymoon. The three of us made love beneath the stars. Married

“I never thought being in a throuple would make me so popular,”

This was love. Real, true, consuming love, deep in my bones. It was everlasting. Written in time. Ben, and Jessica, and Ryan. Together forever.