'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' draft: Date night (Patreon)

Here's the second half of chapter four.

I tried to set down some ground rules for the next visit, with limited success. Winston wouldn’t agree to send me photos or video of him and Callum having sex, because he said that Callum wasn’t really into it. He did promise, however, that from now on he’d make sure Callum put a load in him just before he left, and that I’d be allowed to lick it out of him when he got home. He also promised that he wouldn’t flake on his shifts at the bar while he was staying with Callum. He made it very clear, however, that he would be staying there for several days at a time - frequently - and that I wasn’t to complain or beg him to come home.

I agreed to everything. Hearing him make those demands, and so few concessions to accommodate my feelings, made me a little sad. The whole situation made me terrified, too, that this was all going too fast and I was headed towards losing him. But my body couldn’t lie about the fact that the whole situation made me crazy horny.

The night that Callum was back in town I offered to drop Winston off at his house again. After checking with Callum though, Winston told me that tonight would be a little different. “He’s taking me on a date,” he said. “So if you want you can drop me off.”

“A date?” I was taken aback by that suggestion. Even though they’d already hanging out fucking for days on end, the idea of the two of them going on a date seemed to be crossing a line and taking things a whole step further. Winston had already broken two of our rules - no fucking raw, and no staying over - and now it sounded like he was getting steadily headed towards breaking the one remaining rule: no relationships. “I don’t know if I like the idea of you going on a date with him.”

Winston looked a little confused, and maybe a little annoyed. “What do you mean? We hang out and eat together all the time at his place. What’s the difference going out somewhere?”

Surely he could see why it was different. “It seems like more than just sex.”

Winston laughed. “Of course it’s more than just sex, babe,” he replied. “I thought that was kind of obvious by now.” 

My emotions must have been obvious. Winston stopped smiling. He took a step closer, gently put his hands on my arms and looked straight in my eyes. “Don’t worry, babe. Just remember how much this turns you on, okay? I know it must be kinda scary, how fast things are changing.” He paused, like he wasn’t sure how much he should say. “Callum and I, we’ve had dates already, you know. Like we’ve hung out and talked for hours, eaten dinner together, done romantic stuff. It’s just that it’s mostly been at his place till now. He wants to take me out somewhere nice, show me a good time.”

I was losing him. I could feel the tears welling up at the same time I could feel my dick swelling, thinking of Winston falling for Callum and forgetting about me.

“I know it’s hard to handle,” he continued. “But we both know you love being a cuck. You can enjoy this if you want to - the only reason you’re not is that you think you’re not supposed to. Just go with it, and see where it leads. Maybe if you do then you can enjoy this as much as I do.”

I relented. Of course I did. I nodded, held back the tears from breaking and washing down my face. “Go get ready. I’ll drop you off for your date.”

I drove him to Trophḗ, an upscale waterfront restaurant that I’d wanted to go to ever since it had opened a few months earlier, but had never had an occasion special enough to justify the expense. Winston was dressed in slim-fit trousers that showed off the shape of his ass, and a silk shirt - one he never wore unless he was trying to impress - unbuttoned to half way down his chest. Winston looked good no matter what he wore, but even so, I couldn’t help noticing that he never dressed up like that for me. 

I could tell Winston was both nervous and excited. When I pulled over outside the restaurant he checked himself in the mirror and adjusted his hair. Then he turned to me. “Thanks for the lift, babe. And thanks for being cool with this.” He gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, and got out of the car.

As he walked away into the restaurant, I couldn’t help noticing how great his ass looked. It made me think to myself that I was a fucking idiot for letting such a perfect guy fall for another man. But that thought just turned me on.

I drove home, and masturbated to the thought of them sharing a romantic date. After cumming a huge load I watched television till I fell asleep. I didn’t hear from Winston that night, or the next, or the next. 

Over the days that followed I fell back into my what was fast becoming my new life - one of celibate bachelorhood, each night a combination of sitting in front of the television on my own, and masturbating to fantasies of what my husband was doing without me. By day five it felt relatively normal living this life on my own. I kept telling myself Winston would be back any day now. But honestly, part of me though that maybe he’d forgotten I existed. Thinking about that made me feel a little sick, but it also made me cum hard, every single time.