The Guy Next Door is Banging Your Husband: Part 5 (Patreon)

Hi guys, here's the next instalment. Now we're starting to get into the action a little bit ;)

The next Saturday Conrad and Freddie were back into action on the new fence. I, on the other hand, had a whole lot of errands to run — paint to get mixed, stuff to buy at the hardware store, a bit of grocery shopping — before I’d get started on the spare bedroom. I also decided that since I’d bailed on my group fitness class and had been too busy with work all week to get another workout in, I’d hit the gym for a bit while I was out. So I let Conrad know I’d be back a little after midday, and headed out.

As it turned out all of my various jobs took much less time than I expected. And, as was starting to become way too much of a habit, I decided that I didn’t want to go to the gym after all. So it was only about eleven when I got home, fumbling through the front door precariously carrying paint cans and various DIY paraphernalia. At this point I was desperate for a piss — too many coffees as I went about my jobs — so I dropped everything on the floor and made for the upstairs bathroom, two steps at a time and not even bothering to go outside and tell Conrad I was home.

The bathroom window looked directly out at the back yard and towards Freddie’s place, so as I stood in front of the toilet I craned my neck to look out the window and survey the progress. The two of them were just putting in the last of the fence-posts, carefully checking everything was upright and level before they could leave the cement to dry.

I lingered washing my hands for much longer than I would usually, just standing there watching the two of them. Admiring their bodies, which were again shirtless and glistening with a sheen of sweat. They were both so fucking hot, I felt like I could watch them for hours.

Done with the fence-post, the two of them stood back and admired their handiwork. Conrad pulled his phone out of his back pocket, looked at it, and put it away again. Then he turned to Freddie and said something. I couldn’t hear what it was he was saying from inside the house, but I could see that it immediately sparked Freddie’s interest: he turned his head, eyebrows raised, a playful grin spreading across his face. He took a step towards Conrad, saying something I couldn’t make out. Conrad took a step closer too, saying something in response. Now they were facing each other, barely a foot apart, staring each other square in the face.

It almost looked like they were about to fight, the way they were right up in each other’s faces. But the look on both their faces… it communicated something else. Before I could even really put my finger on what was about to happen, it all became completely — painfully — apparent. The two of them leaned in towards each other. Freddie put his arm around Conrad’s waist, his hand in the small of Conrad’s back, and pulled him in close. Then the two of them kissed.

I don’t know if it went on for a second or a minute. Time suddenly ceased to matter as I watched them standing there, sweaty torsos pressed against each other, making out in the back yard. It was so surreal that at first my mind didn’t even know how to process it. It couldn’t be real. could never happen. Freddie was straight. And Conrad, he’d never do that to me.

It was happening right in front of my eyes though, and as I started to wrap my head around it I felt the realisation hit me in the pit of my stomach like a physical object. I felt sick. Winded. And… and turned on.

I contemplated running down there and breaking them up. But instead I backed away from the window a little, just enough so that hopefully if they happened to look up they wouldn’t see me. Then I just watched.

The two of them broke apart finally. Conrad reached down and fondled Freddie’s cock, and Freddie, with a flick of his chin, gestured towards his house. He grabbed Conrad around the waist again, and this time gave him a shove in the direction of the house, following him inside.

I was crushed. I couldn’t believe my husband was about to cheat on me. I sunk to my knees on the floor, head spinning, no idea what to do. I pictured them inside the house, their bodies pressed against each other on the bed as they began to fuck. It made the sickness in the pit of my stomach even worse, and it made a rush of blood surge into my cock. I reached into my shorts and pulled it out, feeling it thicken by the second. I started to stroke it, imagining the two of them. The thick muscled arms wrestling Conrad to the bed. Their hard cocks pressed against each other as they made out. I wondered if they’d put each others cocks in their mouths. Wondered who would fuck who and how.

And I wondered if Conrad was feeling guilty. Or if he’d forgotten about me altogether. That’s when I came, my load landing in wads on the bathroom floor.