'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' draft: Holiday pics (Patreon)

Hey folks, here's the draft of chapter six. As always, let me know if you have feedback or ideas for improvement.

For the first three weeks since that night when he’d brought Callum over to our place, Winston hadn’t said a word to me. No calls, no texts; I’d messaged him occasionally, but every time he just left me on read. Even though I’d gotten used to waking up alone, I still missed the sound of his voice so much.

As much as I missed him, it still turned me on so damn much to think about what he must be doing with Callum. I’d jerk myself off multiple times every day: first a quick wank in the morning when I’d wake up alone and imagine them waking up together, and again at night when I’d make myself cum from the memory of seeing them make love. I hadn’t sat in that spot on my sofa since that night; I’d sit across from it, so I could picture them still there, their two bodies pressed against each other while they fucked. That spot on the sofa was like a shrine to them. And although I thought Callum had acted like an asshole that night, thinking about the way he dismissed me and disrespected me made me cum harder.

I would have believed Winston had forgotten about me entirely if it wasn’t for the note and the painting I found when I got home one Tuesday night, three weeks in to his absence. The painting was leaning against the wall near the spot where Callum had taken down my painting that night. It was big - bigger than the one it was replacing. Although there was no face visible, I recognised it instantly: Winston, face down, sprawled across crumpled sheets. One leg stretched out straight, the other bent ninety degrees like he was climbing. His perfect, firm, round ass the focal point of the portrait. The brush strokes perfectly capturing every shadow of his toned frame. And in the bottom right corner, a signature: Callum Cross.

On the mantle next to it was a small note:

This is to replace the one Callum got rid of. Love u

I sat on my sofa jerking myself off to that painting every night after that. It made me angry and jealous that Callum, as well as being handsome, hung and rich, was also such a talented artist. And that just made it hotter to sit there, imagining the room in which he painted that image - stinking of the sex they’d had, warm and bright in the afternoon sun. Winston lazily dozing, then waking up and beckoning Callum away from his canvas to make love to him again.

Having this made me feel more humiliated than ever, but it also allowed me to finally feel a little closer to them.

I’d tried to leave Winston alone after that, and not bother him with my whiny, insecure phone messages. But in the end I’d had to message him about a week later to remind him about Lachlan’s birthday brunch; I’d hoped he’d be home before I’d need to nag him, but I should have known he wouldn’t be.

He never replied though. So by the morning of the breakfast I’d resigned myself to the fact that I’d need to go alone, and just figured I’d need to make up an excuse for Winston when he didn’t show.

There was no sign of Winston when I got to the cafe, but everyone else was there. I greeted everyone and grabbed a seat at the table.

“Hey I’m sorry Winston isn’t here,” I said to Lachlan.

“It’s all good,” Lachlan replied, before I’d even had a chance to lie to his face with some made-up excuse for where Winston was. “I caught up with him and Callum a couple of nights ago before they left.”

I didn’t know Lachlan had even hung out with Callum before. Of course I should have known. “Left?”

“To Greece” he replied. “Isn’t that what you meant?”

I saw in Lachlan’s face the moment the moment the penny dropped. “You didn’t know?” He looked awkward and a little panicked for a second as the silence descended on the table. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

It was probably only a second but it felt like an eternity, until Josh broke the silence. “Shit, he didn’t know!” He was grinning ear to ear, loving every second of seeing me humiliated. “Dude, your husband’s sunning himself on a greek island with his boyfriend right now. And he didn’t even tell you!”

A couple of the other guys laughed. I could feel my cheeks flush from the embarrassment of it: my husband was on holiday with another man, and all my friends knew except me.

“They’ve been in Santorini, Mykanos, Skiathos, all over the place,” Josh volunteered. “It looked like they were having fun.”

“I know, right?” Lachlan agreed, chuckling. “Those pics from the party looked awesome.”

“And those beaches, man, stunning,” Davey piped up.

“I’m surprised they’ve even left their hotel, to be honest,” Josh said. “Why get out of bed when you’ve got Callum fucking you?”

People nodded. Everyone seemed to know all the details of their holiday, while I didn’t even know they were out of town. “What pics?” I asked nervously.

“On Winston’s insta,” Lachlan told me. “You don’t even follow his insta?” He pulled out his phone, brought up Winston’s feed, and handed the phone over to me.

Fuck. I knew Winston had a profile but as far as I knew he never even used it, so I’d never bothered to follow him. But as I scrolled through the pics I discovered that he’d become much more active over the last month or two. And I discovered that my cuckolding had become much more public than I’d realised.

There were photos of the two of them relaxing poolside. Dozens of them, from different days, the two of them wearing different bathing suits each day. Winston seemed to have a whole wardrobe of skimpy speedos that hugged his ass and the bulge of his junk. Shots of him sunbathing, drinking cocktails, pulling himself out of the pool. The two of them kissing, their wet bodies pressed together.

There were photos of the two of them on a yacht, electric blue sea and cloudless sky behind them. Professional-looking photos of Winston, modelling expensive clothes that Callum must have bought for him: shirts unbuttoned most of the way down, tight pants that showed off his ass. The kinds of clothes he never wore around me. There were photos of him and Callum partying with groups of handsome, smiling men - in opulent-looking bars, and what I assumed must be Callum’s own home. The two of them at some kind of rave, dressed only in jockstraps and harnesses, arms around each other. Photos of them walking in streets of sun-bleached stone, or hiking in hills overlooking the sea. And domestic scenes too: Winston and Callum cooking, eating, even lying together in bed, just in case there was any doubt about what was going on.

Callum was tagged in some of the pics, so I had a look at his feed too. There was more of the same; but while Winston only had a hundred or so followers, Callum had over sixty-thousand. That meant sixty-thousand people all seeing how my husband had become his boyfriend. It made me feel thoroughly cuckolded, and so horny I could barely stop myself from running to the restroom and knocking one out then and there.

I’d been so consumed by the pics that I’d only half-noticed the conversation - the innuendo, the laughs at my expense as they talked about how envious they were of Winston and Callum and what the two of them must be getting up to. I was flustered and horny and filled with angst, but I did my best to just smile and laugh through the conversation. Eventually they moved on to something else, and I tried to pretend I was paying attention. But the whole time, all I could think of was the two of them and their romantic holiday. It was the longest brunch of my life.

As soon as I was home I was back on their instagram feeds, horny again and analysing every photo to see what facets of their relationship I could glean from the photos. That’s when I noticed the call to action in Callum’s bio to check out my onlyfans. My heart almost stopped when I saw that. As I hurriedly thumbed in my credit card details to get into Callum’s onlyfans, my mind was in an absolute frenzy of dread and anticipation. I knew what I was going to find, but I couldn’t quite believe it.

But even my wildest predictions hadn’t prepared me for what I found. I was expecting half a dozen videos, but there were over a hundred. Just from the last two months. And as I scrolled through the titles, I quickly discovered they weren’t vanilla, either. Some were, of course: there were videos of the two of them making love, intensely, the way they’d done in my house three weeks earlier. And there were others that were just kind of generic porn, like Callum holding the phone, filming his big cock dipping in and out of Winston’s ass as he fucked him from behind. But there was some kinky shit too, which I was not expecting at all. Winston tied up and fucked on the bed, or Winston with his hands bound behind his back. Watersports, outdoor sex, even the two of them fucking in front of groups of their friends. I knew Winston was usually down for a lot of things, but this was a side of him I’d never seen before.

I could have kicked myself for not checking their social media before. All this time that I’d been so desperate to see what they did without me around, and it had been here online the entire time. All I had to do was pay for it. Pay to watch my own husband being fucked by another man who was already so wealthy he didn’t need a cent of my money.

The next couple of days were kind of a blur to me. I still went to work, and went through the motions like a zombie. But every other minute of every day I was watching videos of Winston being fucked every which way. I stayed up till all hours of the morning, watching and rewatching every single video till I’d seen them all dozens of times, and I was exhausted, my dick raw from pleasuring myself.

I saw that weekend that they were on their way home. Their last night there, Winston posted a pic on his instagram of the two of them on the beach at sunset, kissing, their hands clasping each other. The caption read:

Had the most magical time with my amazing bf at one of the most incredible places I’ve ever  been. Don’t want it to end. Thanks babe for taking me on the trip of a lifetime, love you so  fkn much

Seeing the words “love you” made my heart sink and my dick pulse at the same time. I came after about thirty seconds of jerking off to that post. But as soon as I’d cum, my heart sank even more. I knew now that I’d let things go far too far, and that if I didn’t do something now I was going to lose him for good. If I hadn’t already.

At least he was coming home now.

But I still didn’t hear from him for another six days. He must have gone straight to Callum’s without it even occurring to him that maybe he should come home, or even get in touch.

When he finally came home it was a Tuesday night, and it was a total surprise to me. He greeted me like a friend that he loved dearly, but there wasn’t a hint of desire there.

“I’ve missed you,” I told him. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” The tears started as soon as those words left my mouth.

“I’ve missed you too,” Winston said, but with a whole lot less emotion than me.

I took a deep breath. “Winston, we need to talk.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I guess we probably do,” he agreed. “Before we get into it though, do you want to eat Callum’s loads out of me?”

Of course I did. Winston didn’t even need to wait for my answer, he just dropped his pants and bent over the dining table. “There’s two loads in there,” he told me. “Big ones.”

I went to town licking the cum out of Winston’s sloppy, sticky hole while he told me about the sex he’d been having. “I was riding him all morning,” he told me as I lapped at the salty cum. “He found me sunbathing and he couldn’t resist, he just lay down on the sun lounger and I rode him right there. He didn’t even take my trunks off, he just pulled them out of the way and fucked my hole. I came a big load in my fucking speedos from him hitting my ass so deep.”

I moaned as my hard dick released its load in my pants. Fuck, it was too soon, too quick. It had only been a few seconds and I wanted it to last for at least a little longer.

Winston must have realised from the little moan I made that I was done, because he hitched up his pants and stood up. I was gutted; I knew there was guaranteed to be a whole lot more cum in him I hadn’t got to taste yet. He sat down on the sofa - the same spot where I’d watched him get fucked over a month ago now - and gave me a serious look. “Okay babe, I guess we should talk.”

I didn’t know quite where to start. I’d had everything straight in my head, all the things I wanted to say, but then he’d gone and put his slick, cum-soaked asshole in my face and now all my thoughts were in complete disarray. I desperately tried to get my thoughts in order, but nothing came to me.

“I’ll start,” Winston offered. “You know I love you, right?”

I nodded, even though I was much less sure of that than I used to be.

“I’ll always love you and you’ll always be my husband. But Callum and me, we have a really fucking intense connection. He makes me feel ways that you can’t.”

I nodded again, not daring to look him in the face. “Where does that leave me though?” I asked, staring at the ground as I asked the question.

“Like I said, you’re my husband. It makes me happy, knowing you’re here waiting for me, and that I can come home and you’ll lick the cum from my ass and forgive everything I’ve done. This is great for both of us: I get the best sex of my life, multiple times every day, and a man who totally owns me. And you get to live out your total cuck fantasy, way more intensely than when I just fucked around with the odd random from the bar.”

It was all true, but all wrong at the same time. “I miss you though,” I told him, angrily. “I see you like once a month, you never call me or text me back. It’s like you’ve forgotten I exist. I mean yeah, I get off on you cucking me with him, but you’ve completely disappeared! I don’t even know if I’m still being cucked or if you’ve just left me for good.”

“I haven’t left you,” he reassured me. “But don’t ask me to stop spending time with Callum.”

I shook my head. “I’d never. That’s not what I’m saying. I see how happy you are with him. I’ve seen how he fucks you. I’d never want to try and make you give that up.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know!” I was exasperated, and I was letting my emotion get to me. “I guess… I guess I just don’t want to be left out.”

“That is literally the point of cuckolding, isn’t it?” Winston snapped back, impatiently.

“Not like this though. I need to be involved. You know I had to find out from our friends that you were on holiday with him? And that your relationship was all over instagram and onlyfans? For fuck’s sake, Winston, I just want to be included, just a little bit. I don’t want to have to pay nine ninety-nine a month to get to see you with him.”

Winston was silent for a little bit. “Yeah, of course,” he conceded. “That’s fair enough. I’m sorry, you know. To be honest I just get a little caught up sometimes because Callum makes me forget about everything else, including you. When I do remember to think about you I just tell myself that you’re probably enjoying getting cucked, because honestly, that gives me an excuse to stay another night with Callum instead of coming home.”

That admission shocked us both into silence. In my head I wrestled with whether to yell at him, or to tell him that if he was that averse to coming home maybe he shouldn’t anymore. In the end though, my voice shaking, I just told him, “I’m glad you came home. I don’t want to lose you.”

Winston’s expression softened. “You’re not gonna lose me,” he said, giving me a reassuring smile. “I’m here now. Three whole nights; Callum’s away in New York. Plus when he’s back, I got an idea for you that might help you feel a little better about the whole situation.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, intrigued.

“Callum said you could come over to his place for the weekend. You might get to see us in action. Or at least hear us.” He chuckled at that idea.

“Really? You’d let me come over?”

Winston nodded. “For sure. Callum’s housekeeper’s got the weekend off so we need someone to clean up after us.”

The eager smile dropped off my face instantly. “Wait, so I’d just be there to do housework?”

“I thought you’d like that. I mean if you don’t want to—“

“I want to come!” I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “Of course I do. It sounds hot, listening to you guys fuck and cleaning up after you.” I wasn’t lying, either. The thought was already getting me a little hard.

“Cool, that’s settled then,” Winston replied, looking pleased with himself. “And in the meantime, you got your husband back for three whole nights. So what do you want to do? We can do anything you like. Except sex, of course - that’s not for you anymore.”