Cuckold B&B (Part 3.6) (Patreon)

Hi guys! Here's the next part. Night two of Ahmet's stay. If you remember from last time, Ahmet's just unexpectedly taken Nico off into the bedroom for an unplanned round of sex.

Ahmet broke away and stood up. He extended a hand to Nico, which Nico took. Then he helped Nico up off the sofa, and, without a word or even a glance in my direction, led him towards his bedroom.

Nico looked back at me, looking a little nervous. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be doing this. I was so shocked by the sudden turn of events that I didn’t know how to react, how to show him I was okay with it. Whether I even was ok with it. But that was only for a moment. He obviously wasn’t waiting for my permission because he followed Ahmet straight into the bedroom.

I wondered if I should follow them. Surely they couldn’t judge me for that, we’d all made the parameters very clear last night. But at the same time it didn’t feel quite right going into the room uninvited. Besides, I clear line of site to the bed from where I was sitting, so I could see the action just fine. So I sat there, silently, watching.

They stopped next to the bed, kissing for a long time. Nico seemed totally consumed, his eyes closed, body slightly limp in Ahmet’s thick arms. I felt my dick throb watching them, seeing how much he was into it.

“Take a seat,” Ahmet instructed. Nico sat down on the edge of the bed, facing me. Ahmet stepped in front of him, his back to me, mostly obscuring my view, but I could tell from the movement of his arms and the telltale clink of metal on metal that he was unbuckling his belt. Nico placed a hand beneath each of Ahmet’s hips to stead himself on, and Ahmet let out a long, satisfied sigh that could only mean one thing.

My dick was starting to ache already, straining in my pants. Part of me wanted to get up and walk into the room, so I could get side-on and see Ahmet’s cock in Nico’s mouth. But there was something about not being able to see exactly what was going on — seeing but not seeing — that made it even sexier.

I could tell Ahmet had his hands on Nico’s head, probably guiding it gently on and off his cock. I could hear Nico make muffled moans, and between the gap in Ahmet’s legs I saw him reach for his own cock and pull it out of his pants, starting to slowly stroke it as he sucked Ahmet. For a few seconds at least, till Ahmet batted Nico’s hand away from his cock, the message clear — his priority was to service Ahmet.

Nico began to play with Ahmet’s balls while he blew him. Ahmet groaned in appreciation. “Good boy,” he said. I knew that would get Nico going even more than he already was.

Eventually Ahmet withdrew his cock from Nico’s mouth. He sat down on the bed and started untying his laces and taking his boots off. As he did he looked up and saw me sitting there on the sofa looking back at him. The right side of his mouth curled upwards just a tiny bit, a half-smile that was the barest acknowledgement possible. Like he’d just remembered I was still there, and he didn’t really care.

Boots off, he stood up again. He kicked his jeans off and pulled the tank top off over his head, shoulder muscles flexing as he did. Nico was waiting for him, naked, sitting upright on the bed. Ahmet pulled his underwear off, kicked it away, and I saw Nico’s expression seem to melt in anticipation. Ahmet climbed onto the bed, pushing Nico onto his back, and got back on top of him just like they’d been a minute ago, except this time the two of them were naked, skin against skin, hard cocks against each other.

Nico lifted his legs, wrapped them around Ahmet’s waist and drew him in tight. I couldn’t see it but I knew the tip of Ahmet’s cock would be grazing across his hole, teasing him and building him up into a frenzy.

I was obviously right, because I saw Nico’s arm flailing around, till his hand found a condom and packet of lube on the bedside table. He grabbed them, and I saw the condom wrapper fly as Nico tossed it out of the way. They stopped making out long enough for Nico to wrap the condom over Ahmet’s cock and lube him up, then they got back into the position they’d been in.

Ahmet’s ass and thighs tensed and released as he continued to graze his lubed cock against Nico’s ass. Nico was fully whimpering now in desperation. “Fuck me,” I heard him whisper.

I could tell the exact moment Ahmet entered him: Ahmet’s ass muscles flexed as he gently pushed his way in, and Nico let out a gasp.

I drew my cock out of my trousers and wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse in my grip and resisting the urge to stroke it. I stayed like that, lying on the sofa, able to see nothing except the muscles in Ahmet’s back, ass and thighs clenching and releasing each time he thrust his cock into Nico. It felt inappropriate, me just lying there watching them from the other room, not even a part of the scene let alone the action. But the wrongness of it made it feel even better.

Ahmet wasn’t pounding Nico hard this time like he did the last night. This time they were locked together in a slow, steady rhythm; it was like Nico’s body had adapted itself to feel at home impaled on the end of Ahmet’s thick cock, and there were no longer the anguished moans of the night before.

My dick was leaking like a faulty faucet watching the two of them. I rubbed the precum over the head of my cock and started to jerk it, just a little, with tiny motions focused on the tip of my cock. As I did I wondered what it must feel like for Ahmet, deep inside that ass. Part of me wished he could feel it on his skin without the condom — I tried not to think about that or else I’d probably cum too fast. I wondered what it felt like for Nico, being kissed by this other man. I wondered if Ahmet kissed different to me. Better than me. I had to stop thinking because I felt my orgasm grow closer, so I let go of my cock for a few seconds and just focused on watching every undulation as they fucked.

It went on longer than I expected. Much longer. I was amazed I’d been able to keep from blowing my own load for this long. But eventually I could see and hear it building: the speed, the intensity. I wanted to see their faces when they came. So I got up off the sofa, pants dropped and cock still in my hands. I shuffled over to the door, silently, then into the room and over into the corner. Just in time, because I could see from the wince on Nico’s face and the whimper coming from him that he was about to cum. “Oh, god…” he moaned. “Fuck, I’m…”

I couldn’t see him cum because his cock was sandwiched between his own torso and Ahmet’s. But I could tell by the moan he let out, by the way his body shuddered, and by the way Ahmet instinctively slowed to let him focus on the moment. The look on Nico’s face as he came was something incredible, like he was cumming so hard it was almost a trauma. I’d never seen anything like it, and the sight of it made me feel like I was going to follow suit any second now.

Ahmet pulled out, shifted his weight back so he was kneeling on the bed. He rolled the condom off his cock, cast it aside, and scooped a wad of cum off Nico’s abdomen. Then he stroked his cock with it, lubing it with Nico’s cum. It only took him a few strokes before he let out a grunt and let a load of his own cum erupt and land in dollops on Nico’s chest and stomach.

God, seeing that cum rain down on Nico’s body was the final straw. I felt my own load surge out, and I caught the sticky mess in my hand. My breath was heaving, despite having done nothing except stand there with my dick in my hand. It was like I’d just had the fuck of my life.

Ahmet collapsed onto the bed. Nico rolled over and wrapped his arm around Ahmet’s thick chest, his cum-coated body pressed up against Ahmet’s side. “Thanks,” he said in a quiet voice. “That was amazing.”

Ahmet kissed him on the forehead and put an arm around him wordlessly.

For what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds, I stood there with my pants around my thighs, holding my deflating cock in one hand and a wad of my cum in the other. Eventually they noticed me though. “Hey,” Nico said. “How was that?”

“Amazing.” I still didn’t even know how to begin to describe it to him. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and cock, and put my trousers back on. When I re-emerged the two of them were still lying on the bed, talking. “Where did you learn to fuck like that?” I heard Nico ask.

“I’ve had plenty of practice,” Ahmet replied.

I left them alone for a few minutes, busying myself in the kitchen. Eventually I came back, and stood in the doorway. They were deep in conversation now, and for a moment I felt like a third wheel — even more so then when I was just standing there watching them fuck — and wasn’t sure exactly what to do. Eventually I cleared my throat, which finally interrupted the conversation and prompted them to look at me. “Hey,” I said, suddenly a little unsure why I’d wanted to interrupt them. “Umm, do you guys need a glass of water or something?”

“Thanks babe, that’d be great,” Nico replied. Ahmet nodded his head in agreement.

When I returned with glasses of water the two of them had moved on to some other topic. They didn’t even look up when I came in, or when I set the glasses down on the bedside table. I returned to my place in the doorway, standing there awkwardly for a minute or two pretending that I was actually part of the conversation. But my embarrassment at being ignored eventually got the better of them, and I left them alone again.

I brushed my teeth, shaved, put the trash out, and got ready for bed. By the time I’d done all that I couldn’t hear them talking anymore. I poked my head around the doorframe to see what was happening, and found them asleep in each other’s arms. For a second I was devastated, almost sick to my stomach, seeing them like that together. I felt like I’d lost Nico, even if my rational brain knew that wasn’t true. It was okay though, because a second later I realised how turned on I was seeing them like this. I turned the light off, and left them there as I went to bed alone.