The Guy Next Door is Banging Your Husband: Part 6 (Patreon)

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I don’t know if Conrad realised I was onto him. I assume he didn’t, even though I must have been acting really fucking weird for the rest of the day. I’d just stayed there, in the house, knowing my husband was a stone’s through away having sex with another man. Not trying to stop him. Not doing a thing about it. The worst part was, I’d even jerked off — not just the first time, in the bathroom, but again after that in my bedroom — the whole time not knowing whether I should cry, or break things, or… beg to let me watch.

They’d just come back into the garden afterwards, after about forty-five minutes. And they’d just carried on building the fence like nothing had happened. I waited half an hour and then pretended to get home; god it was fucking humiliating having to go out there into the yard and talk to the two of them, pretending I hadn’t seen a thing, wondering how much of their sweat sheen was from building and how much was from fucking each other. Later on in the afternoon I brought them drinks. How fucked up is that: serving drinks to the man who’s been fucking my husband, like I’m some kind of servant?

I found it so hard to talk to Conrad that evening. I was hurt and angry, and scared about what it meant for our relationship. I clammed up, said the bare minimum I could get away with to not raise his suspicion, and then retreated into the bedroom early to pretend to read a book. When Conrad came to bed he didn’t try initiate sex, and I wasn’t sure if that should make me more worried or just relieved.

Dwelling on it that whole day, I knew two things: I needed to know if it was going to happen again. And I needed to see it.

So with that in mind I decided my next move.

The following morning I did my best to pretend everything was completely normal. Over breakfast I asked Conrad casually, “So, you think you’ll work on the fence again today?”

He nodded. “I think we can probably get it finished. The frame’s all done, just got to put on all the palings then it’s ready for painting.”

“Cool,” I said. “I gotta go out this morning. So many things I forgot at the hardware store, I’m such an idiot.”

“Cool,” Conrad said. “Think you’ll be long?”

I tried not to smirk at the question. I knew there was only one reason he’d asked it.

“Well, I was kind of feeling like maybe getting breakfast somewhere, read the paper,” I pretended to muse out loud. “And it felt so good to work out yesterday, I wouldn’t mind hitting the gym again.”

“Nice. You totally should.”

“I feel bad though, you’re hard at work and I’m just taking it easy.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry. Nothing wrong with having a lazy Sunday morning occasionally.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I guess that means I’ll be home about midday again. And I promise I’ll get a decent amount of painting in today!”

With my alibi sorted, I got ready to leave. I got in the car, drove it around the block, and jogged back to the house.

I didn’t have to spend too long loitering out the front before I saw Conrad head out the back door and into the yard. I quietly snuck up the path to the front door and let myself in, crept up the stairs, and watched from the bathroom window as Conrad began inspecting the frame of the fence they’d built.

Eventually Freddie came out into the yard, Rocky following. Freddie and Conrad stood there and spoke for a minute or so, and every now and then one of them would gesture at the fence or the pile of wood. For a while I was starting to think that maybe yesterday had been a one-off mistake and that they were going to try pretend nothing had happened. But then Freddie said something, and raised his eyebrows in a way that made the message clear without being able to hear what he said. At this point Conrad had his back towards me so I couldn’t see how he reacted. But a second later Freddie reached out and put his hand on Conrad’s crotch, and Conrad didn’t pull away.

That was all it took. A second later Freddie had taken a step closer and the two of them were making out again, just like the day before. Conrad broke away and nervously cast his eyes back towards the house; I quickly stepped back, hoping he hadn’t caught a glimpse of me through the window. But he obviously hadn’t, because the next thing I knew Freddie was leading Conrad back into the house.

This was it.

I hurried down the stairs, although when I got to the ground floor I figured I should at least give them a couple of minutes to get started — less likely they’d notice me that way. When I was satisfied enough time had passes — or at least, couldn’t hold off any longer — I opened the door to the patio and stepped outside.

The back yard was silent, no noises coming from Freddie’s room. Yet, at least. I walked to the fence like and climbed through a section of frame that hadn’t had any palings attached to it yet.

This was the first time I’d been in Freddie’s back yard, but I knew it well enough from seeing it out the window. I knew that from where I was Freddie wouldn’t be able to see me from his bedroom, or anywhere in the house except maybe the kitchen. But the closest direct route to his bedroom took me right out in the open, so instead I crouched and shuffled my way down the fence line behind a row of bushes, all the while looking out for any sign of life.

When I got as close as possible to the house I paused, scanning every visible window to make sure they weren’t in the kitchen or living room. Then I shuffled along the side of the house, ducking low enough to pass underneath each windowsill. I made my way for the tree that was conveniently positioned just outside Freddie’s bedroom, which I hoped would give me enough cover to see inside without being noticed.

Once I’d safely reached the tree I stopped and stayed still, just in case they’d seen anything out the corner of their eyes. Now that I was right there, metres away from the action and seconds away from seeing it, I stopped to wonder if maybe I had it all wrong. If I was going to look in that window and discover that it was all just some kind of misunderstanding, and they weren’t hooking up at all. I knew it was ridiculous though. I’d seen them with my own two eyes.

I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I was about to see. Then I leaned around as far as I felt was safe, and peered through the branches on the outer edge of the tree.

They were right there. The view was so perfect it was like they were deliberately putting on a show for me. The bedroom had one big window that provided a complete view of the bed. And on it was Conrad, ass up, head buried in the bedsheets with his arms splayed out on either side. Freddie was standing behind him, gripping his ass and pounding it.

I thought it would ruin me, seeing that. But it didn’t. Instead of thinking about the betrayal, the dishonesty, the disregard for his wedding vows and my emotions, the only thing I could focus on was how fucking good it looked seeing those two perfect bodies in front of me. How right it looked. How good it must feel for both of them.

It took me about five seconds before I was rock hard.

It was a surprise to see Conrad bottoming. He was vers — we both were — but we’d settled so firmly into the routine of him fucking me that I kind of thought of him as a top. I could see he was enjoying getting fucked though. He was backing up onto Freddie’s cock in time with his thrusts, so that every one of them was hitting with as much force as possible. He’d raise his head, look back at Freddie, let it hang like he couldn’t even hold it up any more, then bury it in the mattress again as though the feeling was too intense to bear. Freddie didn’t have his window open this time, so the only sounds I could hear were muffled. But I could hear that Conrad was moaning in time with Freddie’s cock hitting deep in his ass, and his moans were getting louder and faster and more desperate by the minute.

I thought about my sex with Conrad. It was good, I had no complaints with it. But compared to this it seemed wooden and awkward. This sex I was witnessing now, it was having some kind of primal effect on Conrad that I hadn’t seen since we were first dating.

My hand reached for my fly. I unbuttoned the top button and pulled down the zip. I knew it was so fucking wrong, masturbating in my neighbour’s back yard watching through the window like a peeping tom. But I couldn’t help myself, seeing him fuck my husband like that was such a fucking turn-on that I couldn’t keep my hands from doing what they needed to do. I reached into my underwear, grabbed onto my throbbing cock, and started to stroke.

Freddie leaned forward and grabbed each of Conrad’s wrists. Then he stood straight again, pulling Conrad’s torso up off the bed with his arms straight behind him like a wheelbarrow. He began to pound harder into Conrad’s ass, holding him in place by the wrists and pulling him backwards with every thrust so he took the full force of it. “Fuuuuckk,” I could hear Conrad morning as his ass took the hardest beating I’d seen it take in years.

I could hear Freddie say something in a low voice, but I couldn’t make out the words. Conrad replied with an emphatic, one-syllable reply. I wondered if Freddie had just asked him if he wanted Conrad to cum in him, and my cock dribbled a little bit of precum at the thought of it.

They were coming to a climax, I was sure of it. Freddie let go of Conrad’s wrists, wrapped his muscular arm around Conrad’s neck and fucked him in a loose chokehold. Conrad used his newly freed hand to jerk himself off, eyes closed in a blissful state of almost-orgasm. I heard him say something, and then I saw his cock erupt in his hand, cum flying out with force and landing all over the bed. That seemed to set Freddie off, because his face started to contort, his body started to clench, and he gripped Conrad tigher.

I heard a bark behind me. I looked around to see Rocky bounding up to me. I didn’t know where he’d come from — had he been in the yard the whole time? Or was the back door open? The raggedy little dog jumped at my knee, barking playfully.

“Shit,” I whispered. “Down, Rocky. Down!” I tried to bat the dog away, my jeans falling further down my legs as I did. “Shhh.” But the little fucker kept barking. Fuck, this was a disaster. I turned to look back at the bedroom to see if they’d noticed anything, and my heart sunk: the two of them were standing there in front of the window looking right at me. The two of them both naked, cocks starting to soften. Conrad looked devastated. Freddie, arms crossed in front of his chest, looked amused.

I kept trying to bat Rocky away. Freddie opened the window. “Down, Rocky!” he ordered, obviously finding it funny. “His ball,” he told me, pointing at a tennis ball by my feet. “Throw the ball and he’ll leave you alone for a second.”

I did as he was told. I threw the ball meekly, and Rocky abandoned my leg to chase it.

“I’m so sorry,” Conrad said to me through the window. “I guess you saw everything..?”

I nodded.

He hung his head in shame. “Oh god. What the fuck have I done.”

Freddie didn’t seem to be feeling guilty, though. He just stood there observing me. I observed him back. That flawless body, like a sculpture. That cock, so long and fat, glistening with cum. I found myself wondering whether he’d taken his condom off while I’d been distracted by the dog, or if he’d just bred my husband.

“Don’t worry,” Freddie said. Not to me, but to Conrad. Conrad looked up and Freddie gestured towards me, my lower half. “It looks like he was enjoying himself.”

Conrad looked confused, obviously only just now clocking the fact that my jeans were down around my thighs. “Justin,” he said, “were you…”

He didn’t need to complete the sentence. I nodded. I looked down and noticed that although my erection had gone already, there was a small wet patch where I’d been leaking precum. I felt so humiliated I didn’t know what to do. I pulled my jeans up, turned, and ran towards my own house, the dog running after me thinking it was a game.

Once I was safely within my own house I shut the door behind me and pretty much collapsed onto the sofa, My mind was racing in all kinds of directions trying to process what had just happened. It hurt, of course, Conrad going behind my back like that. But that feeling was just there in the background, registering but not the focus of my thoughts. Maybe that’s because I’d already processed the hurt of his betrayal yesterday. Or maybe that’s just because it had turned me on so much to watch them. Either way though, the main thing I felt was exhilarated. But it seemed so fucking wrong for me to feel that way.

A minute or so later Conrad came in from outside, now dressed in the shorts and t-shirt he’d been wearing when he went next door. For a moment he didn’t say anything, just looked at me, probably trying to gauge how I was feeling. Finally he spoke.

“Justin, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say in response to him.

“I should never have let that happen. I don’t know what came over me, it just… We just… It just kind of happened.”

“Twice?” I asked, not buying his bullshit. “It just kind of happened, two days in a row?”

Conrad looked away guiltily. “I got caught up in the thrill of it. I let myself think with my dick, and I didn’t stop to think about how much it would hurt you.”

“I can’t believe you’d do it to me,” I said. “Worst of all…” I paused, wondering if I’d regret saying the next bit out loud. “The most fucked up thing at all is that I liked it.”

I winced, looking away, instantly regretting my admission. When I finally found the courage to look Conrad in the eyes he was looking back at me with a smile. I’m not sure whether it was for my benefit, meant to be reassuring, or if it was just relief that we wasn’t in as much trouble as he’d expected.

“You know,” he said, “there’s nothing wrong with liking it.”