Trade: Part 2 (Patreon)

Hi everyone. I've finally got back to writing the story I'd put on hold to write Take My Boyfriend. In case it's been so long you've forgotten, this one's about a couple who are renovating their house, and the cuck (who doesn't really realise he's a cuck yet) has left his husband at home to handle the tradespeople. And "handle" them, he will!

I've found this one harder to write than I expected. I think it's because it's a lot more sex and a lot less emotional turmoil than some of my other recent ones, and I think I find it easier to write the emotional turmoil than the sex. 😅 But now that I've got the ball rolling hopefully it will start flowing a little easier. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

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Now that the shower was ripped out I had to get out of bed painfully early to go shower at the gym before work. So on Tuesday morning I was gone before Oscar was even awake. Today was the day the builders would be around to do repairs on the parts of the external wall that had rotted and to build the walls for the new layout.

Not going to lie, I spent a decent part of the day thinking about Dave the demolition guy, imagining him “putting the D” in Oscar, leaving him wrecked and spent. It was distracting, not at all good for getting anything done. 

By about four in the afternoon I was well beyond done trying to pretend I was being productive. I was too horny to get anything useful done, I might as well not be there at all. So I figured I’d slip out a little early and head home, and with any luck the builders would already be done for the day and I could take out my pent up need on Oscar’s ass.

But when I rounded the corner from the bus stop to our house I saw there was still a van parked up outside the house next to the skip. I guess I was going to have to wait to get some alone time with my husband.

It wasn’t till I got closer that I read the signage on the van. Wood Experts, the company was called. It wasn’t quite as on-the-nose as Dave the Demolition guy had been, but nevertheless I wondered if Oscar had picked these guys because of the innuendo too.

As soon as I opened the door I heard the noises and I knew exactly what was going on. The moans that I instantly recognised as being Oscar’s. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The occasional grunt. Oscar was at it again.

My dick sprung to life. I closed the door as quietly as I could, hopeful that none of them had heard me come in and that the click of it shutting wouldn’t startle them. Our bedroom wasn’t far down the hall, maybe four metres or so, just after the door to the guest bedroom slash home office. So I took those first few metres as silently as I could, each step as slow and careful as possible. I stopped when I got to the door of the guest bedroom, because from there I was just close enough to get a glimpse if I craned my neck, and I’d be able to duck into the doorway if I wanted to hide. I didn’t know why I’d want to hide, this was my house and my husband, after all. But I suppose at this point I wasn’t taking the time to think everything through super logically.

I leaned a little to peer into the bedroom. Based on the arrangement of the furniture this would give me a view of the head of the bed, Oscar’s pillow. Except that it didn’t. The view was obscured by the back of someone standing next to the bed, facing away from me. Cap on his head, black t-shirt dirty with wood dust. Camel-coloured work boots, and thick, sturdy trousers a similar shade that were sagging because they’d been pulled down. Just enough so that they sat under his bare ass, a sliver of skin visible between the hem of his t-shirt and the waist band of his trousers, the gold fuzz of hair catching the afternoon light off his right ass cheek. One arm was bent at the elbow, and it looked like he was holding the front of his t-shirt up to provide unfettered access to his dick.

I couldn’t see any more than that. But I needed to. So I crept a bit closer, confident that at least that guy wasn’t going to see me. More of the room came into view, and now I could see a naked body that was clearly Oscar’s — I’d know his body anywhere — on his all fours, his head and shoulders obscured by the guy’s body who I could now tell he was sucking off. And behind Oscar, hips rutting against his ass, was a second builder. I only got a split second glimpse of him before I pulled back, worried he’d see me out of the corner of his eye. So I didn’t get a good look at him. All I saw was that he was dressed similarly, trousers down around his knees with his dick in my husband.

I leaned against the wall, heart was racing like a drum solo, with a sudden need to catch my breath. My dick was was hard in my trousers. I had no idea what to do next: whether to stay out of sight, or just go right in there. All I really knew is that I was desperate to touch my cock. So I turned off my brain for a bit and just let my hand slide to my trousers, rubbing my erection through the fabric while I focused on every sound they were making in the bedroom. Three different voices grunting, the animal sounds of sex as each of them got what they needed from the others.

I slid my hand under my waistband and grabbed onto my cock. The head was already slick from where it had started to leak. I wrapped my hand around it and started to slowly stroke it. This was fucking crazy: I was standing here in my own hallway, jerking off in secret to the sound of a three-way happening only feet away, in my own bedroom. I should be able to see what’s going on. I deserved that.

Heart pounding in my chest and hand still down my pants clutching my dick, I peered around the doorframe again. The guy who’d been standing by the door was on the bed now, side-on from me and kneeling in front of Oscar with his dick in his mouth front-on so that the two builders were now eiffel towering Oscar, thrusting in an alternating rhythm that bounced him back and forth on their cocks. I’d never seen Oscar jammed between two guys’ dicks before, and god, did it look fucking amazing.

In my mind I thought I was doing a decent job of keeping out of sight, getting just close enough to the door so that I could catch a glimpse without getting too close. Which is ridiculous, of course — if they were in my line of sight then I was in theirs. I guess I was too caught up in the moment to really think it through properly. Anyway, the guy fucking Oscar saw me pretty much instantly. I could tell the moment his eyes landed on me because he did a bit of a double-take and paused, dick buried in Oscar’s ass. “Shit!” he said in surprise. They caused the other guy to look at him, then follow his gaze to look at me, and with a fright he pulled his dick out of Oscar’s mouth — which in turn alerted Oscar to my presence.

Suddenly I felt very stupid, standing there with my hand down my trousers watching them fuck. The four of us were all frozen, the three of them all staring at me while I looked back at them like a possum caught in headlights.

“Shit,” I said, “Sorry!” I didn’t even know if I was sorry, the words just kind of burst out of me because it was the first thing I thought to say.

“Don’t worry,” Oscar said, “He’s my husband.” 

“Oh,” said the guy with his dick in Oscar’s ass, the look of surprise replaced with relief.

The guy who’d been facefucking him, who’s wet dick now hovered in front of Oscar’s mouth, said to me, “Want to join in?”

I don’t know for the life of me what came over me. But looking at the scene of the three of them, as incredibly hot as it was, I felt absolutely no desire to join in. I just wanted to be there, just wanted to see those builders use my husband as though I wasn’t even there.

I shook my head. “No, you keep going,” I said. “Don’t let me interrupt you.”

The guy shrugged and put his cock back in Oscar’s waiting mouth. The other guy looked confused though. “You okay with us fucking your husband, man?”

“Yes, definitely,” I said, sounding more emphatic than I’d meant to. Then, despite the embarrassment, I added, “You okay if I keep watching though?”

The guy chuckled to himself and replied, “Sure, man, whatever you want.” He kept his eyes on me, like he was studying me, trying to calculate something. H grabbed Oscar’s hips and started to fuck him again, looking straight at me as he did. It was strange, and a little uncomfortable. It felt almost like a challenge. And it made my dick pulse and leak even harder than it was already.

It sounds crazy to say, but I just stood there, jerking my own cock while these two builders fucked Oscar from both ends. It was like something out of a porno: Oscar naked on all fours, back arched and ass up, getting fucked in the ass and the mouth by these two construction workers still in their work gear with trousers dropped around their knees. Seeing those two cocks just punch into him over and over was too much to handle — I realised too late that I was close, and by the time I’d registered it was too late to do anything about it. They were still pounding him hard when I blew a load into my boxers.

As soon as I did I felt absolutely humiliated. Cumming so fast, not wanting to participate, watching like a perv, I don’t know what the hell had come over me. I desperately hoped that the cum wouldn’t soak through my trousers and make an obvious wet patch. I kept moving my hand around in my underwear, pretending I was still going, pretending I hadn’t blown my load so soon. And meanwhile they were getting closer, the two builders fucking Oscar harder and faster. 

The guy in his mouth didn’t warn him, but I could tell by the grunt he let out and the muffled noise Oscar made in response that the guy was shooting his load down his throat. The other guy did provide a bit of warning: “Fuck man, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna….” And then with a similar grunt he sank his cock in one last time and left it there unloading in Oscar’s ass.

I let out a soft grunt too, pretending to blow the load that I’d actually blown five minutes earlier.

The builders each pulled out, each hitched up their trousers without bothering to wipe off the spit and cum and lube. Oscar let himself drop to the bed. “Thanks,” he said to them.

“No worries, man,” the guy who’d been fucking him said. The he looked at his watch, and said “Looks like that’s us done for the day.”

“Cool,” Oscar replied. “See you tomorrow.”

I sat down on the bed next to Oscar, and listened while they traipsed out the front door and shut it behind them. “You cum yet?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Why?”

“I haven’t. Thought maybe you could fuck me.”

“Damn,” I said. Although strangely, I think I preferred it this way, blowing a load watching instead of being able to finish the job. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” he said. “Do you want to suck my dick?”

That was an offer he didn’t need to make twice. I rolled him over and put his still-hard dick in my mouth, fingering his cum-slick hole while I sucked him off. He didn’t last a minute before he was shooting a huge load down my throat.

We lay there for a minute or so before I got up and changed out of my cum-soaked boxers. Then I asked Oscar, “So did the wall repairs go ok?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Although, I think this stage might take longer than we expected.”