'Cucked and Replaced' draft: Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Ok so, I haven't got very far on my book 'Best Man' lately because I've been working on a commission. The working title for now is 'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' but that's not set in stone.

Here's the first chapter of the book. Hope you like it!

[UPDATE: This book is now finished, you can find out more about it at jackhornwood.com/replaced]

It was the second time in a week that I found myself driving my husband round to another guy’s house for sex. The first time, a couple of nights ago, the guy had shot his load after only a couple of minutes of being fucked, which meant Julian had left unsatisfied. That had worked out okay for me; when we’d got home he had so much pent up need that he’d bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me right there like a piece of meat. But was still always disappointing for both of us when one of his hookups didn’t work out as planned. 

Julian always had a lot of sex. He’d always been that way. That had definitely been difficult for me in the past - first in the early stages of our relationship when I realised I couldn’t keep up with his libido, then even more heartbreakingly, later on, when I realised that the man I loved had been cheating on me constantly for well over a year. We were good now though; I’d learned to accept that he still loved me no matter who he fucked, and I’d grown to love how uncontrollably aroused I got from him being with other men. So he’d go out and have his fun whenever he felt like it, and then he’d come home to me he’d tell me exactly what happened, while I rode his cock to an incredible orgasm.

And though it wasn’t all that frequent, sometimes I’d get to deliver my husband to another man’s house and wait outside in the car while they fucked. It was torture, waiting there imagining but not knowing. But it was fucking amazing. And two nights in the same week was a real treat.

Julian sat in the passenger seat, messaging on his phone.

“What’s he like?” I asked.

“Hot. Ripped. Wanna see?”

He brought up a photo, and turned his phone so I could see it. I couldn’t study it closely because I had to focus on the road, but it was clear that the guy in the photo was attractive. He was shirtless - lean and toned. Brown hair, neatly cropped brown stubble, and piercing eyes.

“He’s hung too. I saw a pic of his cock.”

For a total top, Julian definitely appreciated a big cock. And for him to comment on it, it must be pretty big. I mean, mine’s definitely on the larger side but I’ve never heard him refer to me as ‘hung’ before.

I’d never been to this neighbourhood before; it was out towards the edge of town, about twenty minutes drive from our place. It was similar though: nice houses, generously sized houses with well-maintained front gardens.

“Left here. This is his street.”

The houses on this street were bigger and flashier. Some of the houses were well set back from the road, hidden behind high gates or trees, while others were set close to the street with grand entranceways designed to make an impression. “You sure this is the right place?” I asked.

Julian checked his messages again. “Yeah. Number thirty.”

I slowed down so we could check the letterbox numbers. Number thirty was like a lot of the others; a large gate barring the way to a long driveway lined with trees.

“Shit, this place is flash. Did you know this guy was loaded?” I asked.

“Nah, I had no idea.” Julian seemed impressed. “Hey, maybe he’ll have a spa we can fuck in.”

“Do you want me to let you out here? Or drive you in?” Usually I’d just park up on the street, so the idea of going up the driveway to the front door threw me a bit. But it excited me at the same time, because it meant Julian’s hookup would see me there and know Julian’s cuckold was waiting outside.

Julian told me, “I reckon you should drive me in.” He shot me a grin. “That’d turn you on, right? Delivering me right to the front door?”

He knew me too well. I drove up to the gate, wound my window down, and pressed the intercom button. 

Silence for a few seconds. Then a man’s voice through the speaker. “Julian?”

Julian leaned over me to speak. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Cool. Come on in.” With a clunk the gates unlocked and slowly opened for us.

The driveway was lined with mature trees of multiple varieties, some with leaves that were starting to turn golden for the autumn. The driveway wasn’t long, and soon we saw the house in front of us. It was like a modern version of a Frank Lloyd Wright prairie-style house: like a whole collection of different sized boxes, stacked side-by-side and on top of each other, each one topped off with a wide, flat roof that overhung the corners of the house as though it was kind of floating of its own accord. Warm wood and cold stone bricks, and rows of tall windows, some of which were illuminated in the twilight. It was only two stories, but it sprawled out like it had started growing organically out of the ground. It was huge, and beautiful.

The driveway ended in a loop by the front door. I pulled up to a stop, and surveyed the house.

“You’re gonna wait here then?” Julian asked.

I nodded. “Have fun. I’ll be out here when you’re done.”

Julian leaned in and kissed me. “You’re the best. Have fun out here,” he laughed. Then he opened the door and jumped out of the car.

The door opened before Julian had walked the whole way up the path, and I saw the man from the photo on Julian's phone. He was dressed in gym gear - thigh length shorts and a muscle shirt. Even from this distance I could tell he was toned by the definition of his shoulders and arms.

The two of them talked for a second. Then, the guy looked over at me. For a second he seemed to study me, like he was sizing me up. Then the two of them went inside and shut the door behind them.

The first part, after he goes inside a guy’s house, is always the most intense bit for me. My imagination goes wild while I imagine what they’re doing. I wonder whether they’re having a drink, making small talk while they let the sexual tension build. Or getting straight down to it, ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as they’re inside the door. Julian's not much of a romantic, so he often just gets down to business like it’s… well, business. He’s charismatic though, and loves getting into conversations with new people. So if the guy is interesting they could end up yarning like old friends, before or after they’ve fucked.

It wasn’t long before I was hard, imagining what they were up to inside that big house. I adjusted my cock in my pants, but I knew better than to play with it. I just sat, and wondered, and watched out for any sign of life through those rows of tall windows.

After half an hour I could safely assume that even if they’d definitely be at it by now, even if they’d had waited and had a drink or something first. 

I got out of the car and walked around a little to stretch my legs. Lights shone through some of the windows, but none of them gave away what was going on inside. I paced to the corner of the house, nonchalantly peeking round the corner to see if I could get any hint of what room they were in and what they were doing. But nothing; a couple more lights on this side but still no sign of movement. I noticed that it was a big house though. This guy must be seriously loaded.

I strolled back past the car to the other end of the house. I couldn’t see anything though, because there were rows of trees that blocked my view. I figured the bedroom must face out onto the back of the house; for a moment I contemplated exploring round the side of the house to see if I could catch a glimpse of them, but I quickly put it out of my mind. Julian would be pissed if he caught me, and the guy he was fucking would think I was a creep. So I wandered back to the car. I adjusted the hard-on in my pants, and got back in.

As I sat there in silence, my imagination kept on taking me in all kinds of directions - like it always does in these situations. I pictured them together in the bedroom: that muscular guy on all fours, back arched, while Julian stood there fucking him from behind. I imagined Julian brushing aside the long blonde hair that would keep falling in front of his face as he pumped this guy’s ass. I wondered if Julian was making that stranger moan.

As I sat there imagining the two of them, my dick kept getting harder. It was always agony, denying myself the pleasure of grabbing it and jerking myself off while I pictured them. But I was good at this now, and good at exhibiting restraint. I just had to be patient, and wait till he was done though so I could hear all about it. If I was lucky he’d still have some energy left, so that when we got home I could ride his cock while he told me all about what he’d done with that man. If he was too spent I’d need to wait till tomorrow for that, but the upside was that the more spent he was tonight, the more hot the story was probably going to be when I eventually got to hear it.

Before I knew it, it had been over two hours. He’d usually be done by now; this guy must be a top notch fuck. I got out of the car and paced again because my butt was falling asleep. I got back in the car and turned the stereo on; as arousing as it was, there’s only so much daydreaming you can do before you need something else to hold your attention. Besides, my cock was aching by now and I needed to think about something else for a bit to give it a chance to go soft again.

After two episodes of my podcast I turned the car engine on for a minute, because I was worried I was close to draining the batteries. Still no sign of Julian, and no messages on my phone. It had been over three hours now, and it was past eleven.

I gave it a while longer, and listened to another episode of my podcast. By the time I’d finished, I was starting to feel annoyed. It was going to be after midnight by the time we got home now. I was glad he was having fun and all, but he knew I was waiting and that I had an early start. I started to worry a little too; maybe they weren’t fucking at all. Maybe the hookup was violent. Maybe he was some rich psychopath who invited trade round so he could murder them and bury them in his huge garden. 

I fought off the urge to message Julian. But by 11:45 I was over waiting. I grabbed my phone and wrote out a message.

I don’t mean to nag you, but are you almost done?

I got out of the car and paced around outside again. Then I checked myself, and quickly got back in the car. I didn’t want Julian to come outside right at that moment, and for it to seem like I was standing there tapping my foot. I was seriously starting to get concerned though.

Almost ten minutes later my phone lit up. I grabbed it like a flash and read the message from Julian:

Hey I’m going to stay here tonight ok?

What the fuck. Julian knew the rules: no going raw, no relationships, and no staying over. For a second I just stared at the screen in absolute rage, all the things I wanted to say to him right now running through my head. First of all, of course he knew the answer was going to be no. Maybe if we’d talked about it first, worked through it together, I’d be a little more okay with exploring the idea. But springing it on me like that? And leaving me sitting in the car outside this stranger’s house for almost four hours before he tried to send me home alone? No. Fucking. Way.

I started writing an angry reply, but I couldn’t figure out quite what to say, or even where to start. I deleted my message, tried another one, and then sat there for maybe ten minutes or so trying to get my words straight. The whole time I sat there, I was painfully aware that Julian hadn’t sent a follow-up message. He hadn’t realised he’d fucked up. He hadn’t just decided maybe it would be better to leave. He knew I was right outside and he hadn’t bothered to come talk to me about it. He had just stayed there, in bed with this stranger, and he intended to stay there the whole night.

What if they were already tucked up in bed, in each other’s arms, talking to each other in low voices while they started to fall asleep?

When that thought struck me, I wasn’t at all prepared for how horny it was going to make me. My dick instantly got rock hard thinking about them falling asleep together, and I wanted to cum so bad in that moment. That’s what made me realise how to respond to Julian.

Ok. Night babe, have fun

I started up the car, turned the headlights on, and drove down the long driveway. I stopped at the gates, and they started to open for me automatically. As I waited, my phone went off again. The message just said:

Thx, luv u

I was so fucking hard for the entire twenty minutes or so that it took to get home. I jumped out of the car, ran up the path to my front door, and fumbled with my keys, desperate to get inside. As soon as I was inside with the front door behind me, I pulled my cock out and started jerking myself off furiously. It only took me a few seconds, and I shot a massive load all over the floor as I pictured the two of them falling asleep in each other’s arms.