'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' draft: Cucked in his own house (Patreon)

Here's the second part of chapter five, where you get to find out what happens when Nick and Winston bring their bull Callum home from the bar. Enjoy!

I watched as Callum surveyed the living room. “Welcome to my house,” Winston said to him. “Want me to show you round?”

Callum pulled him close and kissed him. When he was done he released him and replied, “Sure. Show me your place.”

I followed as Winston led Callum by the hand into the kitchen. That’s about as far as the tour got; within a couple of seconds Callum had Winston pinned up against the kitchen counter, pressing against him and kissing him forcefully. The counter was dotted with stuff, but in a single gesture Callum swept everything off the counter and onto the floor, lifting Winston up and sitting him on the edge of the counter.. The bottle of wine smashed on the floor, red wine and broken glass everywhere. Same with the fruit bowl my mother had given me as a gift; it smashed on the floor and the fruit rolled across the artificial floorboards. Neither of them seemed to notice, they were too absorbed in each other as they kissed, Winston’s legs wrapped around Callum’s waist and his arms around Callum’s neck.

For a while I just stood there and watched. I’d never seen someone manoeuvre Winston so confidently and forcefully. Winston was a completely different man with Callum; he was swept up in a kind of passion that I don’t think I’d ever provided for him. Winston moaned breathlessly as Callum kissed his neck. His arms flailed around, knocking more things off the countertop as he tried to find something to clench onto.

After a while they came up for breath. “Hey, get me a drink,” Callum ordered, not bothering to look at me.

I snapped to it. “Would you like a beer?” I offered. “Wine?”

“Wine.” Then he thought about it for a second. “No, whiskey. You got any whiskey?”

“I’ll check.” The liquor cabinet was right there behind me, so I turned and started to hurriedly rummage around in it, desperate to not miss a second of watching them together. I grabbed the whiskey, then I quickly found my set of rarely used crystal whiskey tumblers and grabbed one for each of us.

I turned around, to find Winston rubbing Callum’s cock through his pants, his shirt fully unbuttoned now, and Callum kissing his chest. I didn’t want to interrupt this moment. But I also didn’t want to keep Callum waiting. I nervously cleared my throat. “Um, do you want ice in it?” I asked.

They stopped kissing. Callum looked around at me, his hands still resting on Winston’s thighs. “Nah, neat is good.” He reached out and I handed him the glass. I also put one carefully down on the counter next to Winston’s hand.

Callum necked the shot of whiskey in one gulp. Then he grimaced and looked at me angrily. “God, what the fuck was that bullshit?” he asked.

I was confused. “It’s whiskey.” That’s what he’d asked for, I was sure of it.

“Do you brew this in your fucking bathtub or something? It’s fucking vile.” He picked up Winston’s glass, telling him, “I don’t want you to have to drink this shit.” With that, he casually tossed the two glasses aside. When they hit the floor they smashed into hundreds of tiny pieces, the crystal sparkling golden from the residue of the whiskey inside them.

“I’m going to piss. Find me something decent to drink,” he ordered.

Once he was out of the room there was a long moment as I just looked at Winston incredulously. “What the hell?” I asked, finally.

Winston just laughed. “He likes top shelf, dude.” He thought about it for a second. “How ‘bout we crack open that bottle of red that Vince and Rueben gave us?”

“Winston, that wine was a wedding gift. We’re supposed to be saving it, you know? For a special occasion.”

“Tonight is special.” I hadn’t even heard Callum come back into the room behind me. “First time you get to see how a real man makes your husband feel. And the night you get put in your place. Get the wine, okay?”

He beckoned to Winston and the two of them headed back into the living room. I located the wine and poured two glasses. I wondered whether it would seem strange that I didn’t pour myself one. But I figured that any pretence that I wasn’t pathetic was long gone. And I wanted to make sure they had as much as they wanted; even though it was my wedding present, it seemed kind of selfish for me to drink any of it myself.

When I came into the living room, Callum and Winston were sat close together on the sofa, drunk-whispering and giggling as they nuzzled each other’s necks. I nervously handed them the wine. Callum took his without acknowledging me or even looking at me, although I was just a waiter at a cocktail party. I waited in nervous silence as he took a drink, but luckily this time the drink seemed to meet with his approval. The two of them continued to talk, ignoring me the whole time.

Callum pointed to the painting above the mantlepiece. “Where did you get that?” he asked.

Winston looked at where he was pointed. “Hmmm, I dunno,” he answered. “Nick bought it.”

Callum smirked. “Thought so. You want me to buy you something better?”

I stupidly half-expected Winston to defend my taste in art, but instead he just gushed at Callum. “Thanks! That’s so fucking cool of you.”

Callum stuck his empty wine glass out at me. He’d necked it fast; he hadn’t taken any time to savour the wine that I’d been saving up for almost two years now. I quickly took his glass, hurried to the kitchen, and filled it again. When I came back out the two of them had stopped talking and were making out, so once again I had to awkwardly clear my throat to get Callum’s attention. He just put his hand out expectantly, and I handed him the glass.

As they drank the wine they joked and kissed and groped each other. I watched them both spill red wine probably a dozen times - all over the sofa and the carpet - but they never seemed to notice or care. The whole time they didn’t acknowledge me at all, other than to hand me their empty wine glasses for a refill. I could see them start to get more and more drunk, and as they did they got more handsy with each other.

When Callum finished his third glass, he dropped it casually on the ground and leaned into Winston. He kissed him all over his neck, and started unfastening his belt. Winston quickly reciprocated, knocking back the last of his wine and setting the empty glass clumsily on the floor and tugging Callum’s tee shirt off. They clumsily, drunkenly, undressed each other while not taking their eyes or their lips off each other for a moment.

Callum had to stand up to get his trousers off, and for the first time I got to see his naked body close up. He was toned and lean, with none of the soft flabbiness that I’d started to accumulate around my hips and gut. I could make out every muscle of his shoulders, arms and back; they weren’t big like a weight-lifter or anything, but they were perfectly defined. His skin was smooth, save for a dusting across his chest, and lightly golden in a way that suggested days spent at the beach. When he removed his trousers it revealed a sculpted ass, framed in black briefs of the same style as the ones he’d convinced Winston to start wearing for him.

When he shifted his weight on his foot he was suddenly side-on, and I finally saw what it was about Callum that had turned Winston into the insatiable cockwhore he’d become. Winston had already told me Callum was hung, and I’d seen it a hundred times watching the video Winston had sent me. But I still wasn’t prepared for the sight of it in real life, this perfectly packaged bulge in his briefs. It looked like he was smuggling a large banana in there, and it wasn’t even hard yet.

Then he slowly pulled his briefs off, and his thick, long cock flopped out. I could see now why Winston hadn’t wanted me to fuck him, and probably never would. There was no way I could compete with that. My cock had sprung to attention, but as hard as it was right now, it was still smaller than Callum’s cock soft.

Winston greedily took Callum’s cock in his mouth and started giving him the sloppiest, messiest blowjob I’d ever seen. He kept gagging on it, but continued taking it deeper. Each time Callum pulled his cock out a trail of Winston’s spit would follow it; Winston would gasp for breath after being choked with it, but then go straight back for more. The more he sloppily sucked on it, the harder and bigger Callum’s cock got, until it was so long and thick I couldn’t quite believe he could even fit it in Winston’s mouth.

Eventually Callum withdrew his cock, kissed Winston hard, then asked him, “You wanna rim me, babe?”

Winston nodded enthusiastically. He got on his knees on the floor in front of the sofa. Callum sat down on the sofa, resting his legs onWinston’s shoulders so his ass was exposed and lifted off the cushion. Winston leaned in, raising Callum’s legs higher, until his thighs were vertical and his hole was accessible. Then slowly, gently, he nestled his face in Callum’s ass and started to eat out his hole.

Callum moaned in approval. I couldn’t see exactly what Winston was doing; all I could see was Winston’s head buried in Callum’s ass, moving around while Callum writhed in pleasure. “Yeah, babe,” he whispered.

Now that Callum was facing me, he seemed to finally remember I was present. For the first time since they’d started undressing he looked right at me, and smiled smugly. “Get closer.”

I wasn’t sure I heard right. I didn’t want to intrude. But then he told me again. “Come over here, get a closer look.”

I crept across the room, nervous about breaking Winston’s concentration. I got down beside him, only inches away, where I could see what he was doing. He was teasing Callum’s hole with his long tongue, tickling it, running it from hole to taint and back again, over and over. Then he dove in, so his mouth was firmly planted on Callum’s hole, and I could no longer see what his tongue was doing. Callum’s moans got louder, and he was swearing, “Fuck. Holy fuck.”

Eventually he must have been getting too aroused to take it any longer. He pushed Winston’s face away. He lowered his legs so he was sitting on the sofa again. His huge, thick cock was wet at the tip from where Winston’s rim job had made him leak. “Get on.” It was an order, but it was the first time that night that I’d heard a hint of pleading in his voice.

Winston didn’t hesitate a second. He straddled Callum and lowered himself down onto his waiting cock. Despite the size, his hole swallowed it in one fluid motion, like it was its purpose. Winston let out a whimper as it filled him, and he just sat there, still, for a few seconds. Then he started to slowly ride it, up and down. From where I was only a foot away, I watched in awe and fascination as Callum’s bare cock slid in and out of Winston’s hole, stretching it to its limits. I marvelled at how he could do that without lube, till it dawned on me that he was probably still lubed up with Callum’s semen from their last fuck.

In all my years with Winston I’d never seen him bottom before. But right now he looked like he was born to ride Callum’s cock. He looked like he’d found his purpose in life, and everything else had faded away. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, a blissful expression on his face as he started to ride harder and faster. Callum sucked and bit on his nipple and he cried out. Whether it was pleasure or pain I couldn’t tell, because it was a sound unlike any he’d ever made with me.

They carried on like that, lost in their own little universe where the only things that existed were each other. They kissed, passionately, urgently, like they needed each other so desperately they didn’t know how to deal with it. I’d watched Winston fuck before, but I’d never seen him make love with another man like he was doing right now.

My dick was in agony. It was so hard it felt like every bit of blood in my body had rushed to my dick and couldn’t disperse, and every vein was going to explode. I pulled it out of my pants and started to tug at it furiously. Callum and Winston were both so consumed by each other that they didn’t even notice.

I shouldn’t have, though. I should have showed some restraint. Because after about two minutes of jerking myself off watching them make love, I shot a wad of cum into my hand. Once that was done I had to sit there, like a fucking loser, watching them continue to fuck intimately and intensely.

When Winston came it was without warning. He just let out a gasp, and unleashed jets of cum that shot up into the air and landed on Callum’s abdomen. He hadn’t even touched himself the entire time, Callum had made him ejaculate solely from the feeling of being fucked. Winston’s orgasm set Callum off: he pounded Winston’s ass and with a howl he came inside it. He finished off with three hard thrusts, getting every last bit of seed out. Then Winston collapsed on top of him, and the two of them just sat there, panting for a couple of minutes.

In that intimate moment post-orgasm, I felt like I should make myself scarce. So I quietly exited the room to find towels to mop up the mess. When I came back into the room, however, I found Callum using one of the cushions from my sofa to wipe Winston’s semen off his stomach. I offered him the towel, somewhat redundantly, but he just ignored me.

“Hey, so dancing, then?” Winston asked him.

“For sure. You choose the club.”

I must have looked confused, because Winston clarified for me: “We’re going to head out again. It’s still kinda early. And I’m like, just the right amount of buzzed.”

“Oh. I’d assumed-“

“Did you think I was going to stay here drinking cheap whiskey and sleeping in your queen sized bed?” Callum asked. “Fuck off. We’re going out, then we’re going home to my place.” He turned to Winston. “I just gotta go piss and then I’m good to go.”

As he walked down the hallway towards our bedroom I called out to him, “Hey the bathroom is other way.” I turned to Winston, wanting to say something about tonight, but not knowing where to start.

Winston started for me though. “Was it hot? Watching him fuck me.”

I admitted it was. “He’s really had an effect on you.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Callum returned, and put his arm around Winston. “Ready?”

“Of course.” He kissed Callum, then turned to me. “Guess I’ll see you in a couple of weeks?” It was like he was speaking to an acquaintance or something.

I nodded. “Have fun.”

They headed for the door, but then Callum stopped as if he’d just remembered something he’d almost left behind. He walked over to the mantle, and took down the painting hanging above it. Before I could challenge him he told me, “I’m just going to put this out with the trash. Maybe someone will want it, you know. And I’ll send Winston home with something decent to go in it’s place.”

Then they were gone, off to party till fuck knows when. I was shattered; I felt like I’d just been fucked as hard as Winston was. I decided to go to bed, and maybe play with my dick replaying their sex in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. But first, I got some salt and soda water and tried to clean the red wine stains out of the sofa and the carpet.

In the bedroom I found one last surprise though. As soon as I came in the smell hit me. At first I didn’t know where it came from, but then I saw the wet sheets. There was one big wet patch, and trails of wet all over the bed. I knew instantly what it was, but I got up close to give it a sniff to be sure. That asshole, he’d pissed all over my bed, more than once judging by the amount of piss soaked through my sheets. For a second I thought about stripping the covers off and remaking the bed. But instead I just lay down, in the cold wet of Callum’s piss, and started masturbating again. I inhaled it deeply, thinking about how Callum had made my husband, and now my house, his territory.