'My Husband's Rich Boyfriend' draft: Nick and Winston (Patreon)

Here's the second half of chapter eight. We're so close to the end now! Only one chapter left after this (I think..).

With Callum out of the room, the two of us — me and my husband — just looked at each other for a second. I was so fucking nervous, and excited, at the prospect that he might actually say yes. But at the same time I was terrified of screwing it up.

Winston broke the silence, eventually. “This isn’t some kind of plan to win me back?” he asked.

“No. Not at all,” I promised. I meant it.

“You can honestly tell me that you’re not harbouring a bunch of feelings for me? Some kind of hope that you being around here is going to rekindle something, and I’m going to come back to you?”

“Well, I mean of course I have feelings for you. You’re my husband, and I love you. So fucking much. But I’m not coming here with some fantasy of us going back to how we were. He makes you happy. He makes you sexually fulfilled. I just want to be around to see it.”

“You know this wouldn’t be polyamory, right? You wouldn’t be an equal partner. You wouldn’t be a partner at all. You wouldn’t have a right to my time. You’d just be the help.”

“I understand.”

“Could you handle that? Seeing him and I happy building a life together? Seeing us go off to our bedroom to fuck, knowing we’re doing it without giving you a second thought? Being ignored?”

“Yes.” I could tell by the way my dick twitched that he was describing exactly what I wanted.

“And you understand that this is permanent, right? I mean, you can quit any time, obviously. But my relationship with Callum, I’m in for the long haul. I’m not going to get a few months in and decide I’ve had my fun and we can just go back to being a married couple.”

I nodded. I’d given up on that prospect months ago.

“Then yeah, I think I’d be keen for you to be our new housekeeper,” he agreed.

My head swam. “You mean it? You actually mean it?”

He nodded, like he was confirming it in his own mind. “Yeah, sure. I mean, I didn’t intend to leave you and never talk to you again. It just kinda happened that way because I spent all my time in this kind of fuck-lust with Callum and I forget to get in touch to say hi every now and then. But I still want you in my life, and this seems like a perfect arrangement. We see each other, you don’t expect anything from me, and I still get the life I want with Callum.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered to Winston. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Before I get Callum back in here though, I want to give you one last chance if there’s anything else you need to say to me. Like, as a husband. Before you’re just our servant.”

I thought hard for a second. Of course there were hundreds of things I wanted to say to him, things that had been swirling around in my head ever since he first left me sleeping alone that first night he met Callum. But there wasn’t enough time to say all of it.

“Did you always think you’d leave me, for a better man?” I asked, finally. “Or do you think you could have been happy with me, married to me, for our whole lives?”

Winston reached out his hand and took mine. He looked me deep in the eyes. “I was ready to spend forever with you,” he told me, his voice sombre. “I just never banked on Callum coming along.”

I couldn’t hold back the tears for another second. As they started streaming down my face I thought about the future with Winston I’d lost. I was so angry, so grief-stricken, for the life we were never going to have together. And I was angry and confused about why the thought of this new life — this life where Winston falls in love with another man and I just watch their love grow while I do their chores — excited me so much that I couldn’t wait for it to start.

It was so much to process. I just let the tears roll down my face while I clasped Winston’s hand. Too messed up to even look him in the face, I just stared at the bronzed skin of his hand, the tiny, golden hairs, the slightly paler outline where his wedding ring used to be.

“You don’t wear your wedding ring anymore,” I said through the tears.

“I don’t have it anymore,” he replied, gently withdrawing his hand from my grasp.

Hearing that made the tears come harder. I looked at his face, and I knew from the guilty way he wouldn’t meet my eyes that there was more to it than that.

“What did you do with it?”

He shifted awkwardly. “I had it melted down. Along with some of my other gold jewellery. To make something for Callum.”

As if summoned by the sound of his name, Callum entered the room just at that moment. “Cuck’s had enough time to decide,” he declared. “What’s the verdict?”

Winston turned to him and told him cheerfully, “It’s on. I want him to do it.”

Callum looked me up and down; I must have been a pathetic sight, sobbing the way I was. He extended his hand. “Congratulations then. Sounds like you’ve got the job.”

I took his hand and shook it. The whole thing was so surreal I didn’t really know how to act. And despite having just getting my husband back in my life and having my cuckold fantasy come true, I couldn’t help but focus on what Winston had just said.

“What did Winston make for you?” I asked.

Callum looked confused.

“He’s asking about what I did with my wedding ring,” Winston clarified.

The penny dropped, and Callum laughed. “Holy shit, he doesn’t even know about that yet?”

Winston looked even more guilty, but didn’t say a thing.

“It’s funnier if you tell him,” Callum told Winston.

“Okay,” Winston caved. “I had my ring melted down. And that chain you bought me for my birthday that I used to wear all the time. And some other gold stuff I had. And then I added to it with more gold that I bought with some of the money I get from our online subscriptions. And I had it made into a cock ring.”

He made his wedding ring into a cock ring for Callum.

I let that sink in for a bit. I honestly didn’t know how he could do it; my wedding ring was the most precious object I owned, and Winston had literally had it destroyed, just to make something for Callum to wear around his cock when he fucked him.

“Why?”

Winston shrugged. “I figured it would make an impression. You know, show him he’s important.”

“It worked too,” Callum admitted. “I love it. I wear it all the time.”

Winston literally beamed as he smiled at Callum. “Really? Fuck, that makes me really happy.”

“Do you think we should let the cuck see it?” Callum suggested.

Winston shrugged again. “Only if you want to. It’s yours. It’s special.”

“Is this the luckiest day of your life, or what?” Callum asked me. “Wait right here.”

Winston and I stood silently, in an excruciatingly awkward moment that seemed to last an eternity. I had no idea what to say to him.

A minute or so later Callum was back. In his hands he held the thick, weighty gold ring. He held it out on the palm of his hand. “You like it?” He asked. “It took a lot of gold to fit round my junk.”

I reached out to touch it, but Callum snapped his hand away. “You don’t get to touch this,” he said, apparently offended that It’d even try.

At that, Callum dropped his shorts, revealing his solid cock. He slipped the ring over his cock and tucked his balls through, then let his heavy package flop back down. He turned to Winston. “You gonna help get me hard, baby?”

Winston didn’t need any convincing. He got down on his knees straight away. He got his face under Callum’s cock and slowly, carefully licked his heavy ball sack. Callum let out a happy sigh. “Yeah, that’s it baby.” With every swirl of Winston’s tongue, his cock thickened just a little bit more, and started to slowly rise.

Winston ran the tip of his tongue up the length of Callum’s shaft, letting it linger around his frenulum and his piss-slit. As he did, Callum’s cock pulsed, thickened and hardened significantly. Winston knew what he was doing; he must have done this a thousand times by now.

He took the head of Callum’s cock in his mouth, and just let it sit there, hardening further. And then, even though by now Callum’s cock was so thick and long that it looked like it couldn’t even fit, Winston started to take the length of his shaft into his mouth. Callum’s cock was so big that I was sure Winston wouldn’t get all the way to his balls, but he was obviously talented, because he got his mouth all the way there. Callum’s cockhead must have been half way down to his oesophagus. Callum groaned in absolute delight, and started to slowly pump Winston’s face. As he did he looked over at me and gave me a wink.

Finally he withdrew his cock. It was even bigger than what I remembered, swollen, veiny and slick with spit, trails of viscous saliva following it from Winston’s mouth. Winston was heaving for breath after having his whole throat filled with Callum’s cock, but he didn’t wait to recover. He got up onto his feet, and slipped his tiny shorts off to reveal the black jockstrap underneath, the pouch of which was barely containing his own erection. He put his arms around Callum’s neck, and they kissed with a level of intensity and familiarity that was beautiful.

Callum took Winston by the ass and lifted him up off the floor. Winston’s arms wrapped around Callum’s neck, and Callum moved one arm to cradle his lower back while he used his free hand to manoeuvre his cock into place. Winston, held in the air and wrapped around Callum’s body, moaned hard as he lowered himself down onto Callum’s swollen cock.

“Oh god,” he whimpered, as Callum used his hips to slowly slide his cock in and out of Winston’s ass. “Oh god, that’s so fucking good.”

“Yeah,” Callum smiled. “That’s my boy. You want my cock, huh?”

“God, I fucking…” Winston couldn’t even string a sentence together at this point. “Oh fuck, I fucking, I live… Fuck! I live for it…”

Callum gave me a grin. “Show’s over,” he told me. “Get the fuck out and give us some peace. Flynn will call you to organise things with you.”

I just stood there, entranced, until he barked at me again. “I said get the fuck out!”

I meekly complied. As I walked out of the room Winston’s moans became more intense, more insistent. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, I love you so much! God, I love your cock. Yeah, fuck!” The only thing that gave me the strength to walk out the door and miss this moment was the knowledge that I’d be back. There were going to be so many more moments like this, and I’d get to see — or at least hear — so many of them. For the first time it felt like my life wasn’t falling apart, it was just beginning.