The Guy Next Door is Banging Your Husband: Part 7 (Patreon)

Hey guys, here's the final instalment of the story. Here's where we go from 'caught him cheating' to 'became a cuckold'. Hope you enjoy the rest of it, feel free to give me some comments if you feel like it - comment below or DM me your thoughts.

The next few days were weird as hell.

Conrad and Freddie finished the fence, because it had to be done and neither Conrad and I had any idea what to do next. I left them alone but made a very obvious show of looking out the window at them every ten minutes or so to make sure they weren’t up to anything and to make sure they knew they were being supervised. Each time I watched them together, shirts off in the sun, making casual conversation, it turned me on so much.

At one point I watched them unseen from the bathroom and jerked off again — finally getting to have the climax I’d been denied of when I’d been watching them fuck.

We’d talked more, that evening, Conrad and I. He apologised profusely, I acted sulky. I made him sleep on the sofa that night; I knew I was going to forgive him and get over it, but I needed some more time to process the whole situation on my own. The next evening we talked about it more, but things went much differently than I’d been expecting. Conrad broached the topic of me watching them, which put me on the back foot: all of a sudden we weren’t pouring over the details of Conrad’s indiscretion, and instead it was me whose actions were under the microscope. We talked more about the complicated feelings I’d had, how I’d been turned on by the experience. And our conversation ended with Conrad fucking me on the living room floor while Conrad talked me through the details of his sex — all three times, it emerged — with Conrad.

Honestly, it was the best sex I’d had in years.

The next few days I must have masturbated a couple of times a day, every time picturing Freddie’s cock balls deep in Conrad’s ass. My sex with Conrad was amazing too. He knew what to do now to make me go absolutely crazy, so the details of his cheating came up every time, and every time hearing him talk about Freddie brought me to a phenomenal climax.

It was the following Sunday when Conrad brought up seeing Freddie again. We were emptying out the upstairs bathroom to get started on painting the walls, when Conrad asked me, “Hey babe, do you think you’d be up for Freddie coming round to hang out with us?”

I was a little taken aback. I hadn’t expected a question like that; despite how much Freddie had come up in our conversations — and our sex — over the last few days I didn’t think he’d actually try to suggest seeing him again.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I thought it might be good to clear the air. Now that we’re okay. We’re going to be neighbours for a while, right? So I figure it would be good to clear up anything that needs clearing up.”

I couldn’t imagine what I’d say to Freddie. I’d feel too pathetic trying to have a frank conversation with him, man to man, as equals. And I couldn’t imagine myself trying to intimidate him into staying away from Conrad. To be honest I didn’t think I’d want to; even though the unspoken understanding between Conrad and I seemed to be that his cheating was over, the idea of him doing it again kind of excited me.

“I guess maybe we should,” I said, a little uncertain. “Just to talk?”

“Yeah.”

“When you said it I thought maybe you meant you want him to come over and fuck you again.” I felt my cock throb as I said it.

“No, not at all,” Conrad replied, shaking his head. He paused, uncertain. “I mean, like, if you wanted something to happen that’d be okay with me.” Then he nervously backtracked: “But I just meant hang out. Clear the air. Just whatever happens, whatever we feel like.”

I nodded. “Sure. Why not.”

“Cool.” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll let him know. Maybe he could come over for a soak with us in the hot tub tonight, he said he was keen to try it out.”

I swallowed, my throat drying up instantly and a nervous feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. Conrad was being so transparent it was almost comical. But at the same time I realised I was okay with it, because I wanted something to happen.

So I played along. “Sounds good to me.”

*          *          *

It was already dark, maybe nine-thirty or quarter to ten when Freddie knocked on the patio door. I opened it, already feeling sick with anticipation.

“Hey mate,” Freddie said. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” I replied, not sure how to start a conversation with the guy who’d convinced my husband to cheat on me.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” he said. “Thanks for being all good with me and Conrad, uh… you know.”

“Uh, well, you know. Um, we’ve talked about it, and I’m feeling better about it all.” I avoided eye contact, my gaze instead — accidentally, I swear — moving down his body and settling on the bulge in his shorts.

“I’m glad,” he said.

“I’m sorry your, you know, watching you through your window.” I felt so embarrassed even mentioning it. It struck me as crazy, almost funny, that I should be apologising to him.

He chuckled. “No worries, mate. I’m glad you got a show out of it.”

I felt myself blushing. “You want a beer?” I asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

I went to the kitchen to grab three beers. When I came outside Conrad had come to join us too. I handed each of them a beer, we clinked out bottles together, and each took a swill in the awkward silence.

“Well let’s get into this tub then, huh?” Freddie suggested. Without waiting for any further direction he put his beer down on the table and pulled his t-shirt off, shoulder muscles rippling and flexing as he pulled it over his head. Then, he dropped his shorts and underwear in one go, his hefty cock flopping out. I couldn’t help my eyes from going straight to it.

Freddie climbed into the tub. Conrad pulled his clothes off and followed suit, first grabbing all three of our beers. I nervously removed my shirt, as well as the swimming shorts I’d worn in the misguided expectation they’d be wearing some too. I was painfully conscious of the size of my cock in comparison to Freddie’s, and I quickly climbed into the tub and dropped into the water.

There we were, the three of us, in a hot tub together. The tub was circular, but we weren’t spaced evenly. I was directly opposite Freddie and Conrad was between the two of us, but closer to Freddie than to me.

“So,” Freddie asked, much more nonchalantly than I was expecting, “you guys all good after what happened the other day then?”

I looked nervously at Conrad. He stayed silent, waiting for me to answer.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said eventually. “We talked about it.”

“Several times,” Conrad interjected, giving me a mischievous grin as he subtly referenced the times he’d made me cum while he’d talked about his sex with Freddie.

“Knew you’d be sweet with it,” Freddie said. It was actually quite amazing the way he confidently just assumed the best without really bothering to check if that was the case. He nudged Conrad. “See, I knew it’d all work out.”

Conrad just shrugged.

“Glad there’s no hard feelings,” Freddie said to me. Then he laughed. “Well, I mean, it looked like you had some pretty hard feelings at the time, man.”

I could feel the heat rising in my face, the combination of embarrassment and the heat from the water around me. I thought about how pathetic I must have looked, trousers around my knees, jerking off in his garden. “Ah, yeah…” I said nervously. “Sorry about that.”

“All good with me,” Freddie replied. “I like to put on a show.” With that I saw his hand move under the water to rest on Conrad’s thigh. High on his thigh, only an inch or two from his balls. This guy was so fucking brazen it was almost unbelievable.

Conrad looked at Freddie, then at me. Scanning my face to try see inside my thoughts, to know how I was reacting to what was going on right now. To know how he was allowed to react.

I felt my cock stir and I hoped desperately it wouldn’t get hard. Not just yet.

“You shouldn’t have to sneak a peek from outside the window, dude. If your husband’s gonna be getting fucked by the neighbour you should at least be allowed to watch the whole thing properly.”

I watched as his hand massaged down Conrad’s thigh, then up again, this time brushing against his balls, prompting a sharp intake of breath.

“So this is…” I swallowed nervously, suddenly thinking about the implications. “This is happening? Again?”

“If you’re okay with it,” Conrad said. He looked worried. “I mean, I should have never cheated on you. And I’m lucky you were so understanding about it. So if you don’t want anything to—“

“No!” I blurted out. “No.”

I looked at Freddie, who had this cocky grin on his face. Of course he did. I looked at Conrad and told him, “It’s all good.” The I looked at Freddie and told him, “Please, I want you to fuck him.”

Holy shit, I was practically pleading with the guy to make my husband cheat right in front of me. I never thought I’d be this pathetic. Or that I’d want anything so fucked up so badly.

Freddie took a long sip of his beer, then held the bottle towards me. “Here, take this.”

I took the bottle from him. Then, he turned to face Conrad. He put his now free hand on Conrad’s jaw, gently turning his face to face his own, and he kissed him.

They looked so good making out with each other. It looked… right. It looked like they were meant to be together. Conrad was so comfortable with him, like this was the most natural thing in the world. I guess they’d had plenty of time to get comfortable with each other by now, this being their fourth time together.

The ripples in the water warped everything; I could make out the shapes and colours of their bodies but not quite every detail. I could see Conrad’s hand moving under the water though, wrapped around Freddie’s cock and jerking it slowly.

Their kiss broke apart. “Get up,” Freddie said softly.

Conrad stood up and perched himself on the edge of the tub, out of the water except from the knee down. His cock was hard, flushed pink from the heat of the water. Freddie planted his mouth down on it, and Conrad let out a blissful moan. It surprised me; the straight guy energy I’d mistaken in Freddie’s demeanour had made me assume — subconsciously, I guess — that he’d only want to be the one doing the penetrating. But here he was, going to town on Conrad’s cock, sucking it like he was born for it.

For several minutes the only noises were the hot tub jets, Conrad’s blissed-out groans, and the quiet lapping of Freddie sucking Conrad’s dick. Conrad’s neck was tilted back, face towards the sky, eyes closed, fully lost in the sensation. Eventually though, Freddie took Conrad’s cock out of his mouth. “Turn around,” he told him.

Conrad did what he was told. He turned over, kneeling on the seated bench under the water, body bent over the rim of the tub, ass out on display. Freddie buried his face between Conrad’s cheeks and started to eat his ass out vigorously, jacking his own cock as he did.

Conrad looked like he was loving it. I had no idea he was even into getting his ass ate; I guess I’d never bothered to try it. The thought that the two of them had discovered this thing, that I’d never picked up on after all my years of marriage to Conrad, filled me with a weird mix of emotions. Disappointment that our sex life had obviously never been as good as I’d always thought it was. Shame that I’d obviously never fully satisfied him in the way that Freddie was now. Sadness that Conrad had never felt he could communicate that to me. Jealousy that he chose to explore that with Freddie and not with his own husband.

These emotions were supposed to be bad things. But they stung in a way that felt absolutely incredible.

Conrad was moaning uncontrollably. “Fuck me,” he demanded, the urgency palpable in his voice. “Please, hurry up and fuck me.”

“You want to see me fuck him, bro?” Freddie asked, the question directed at me even though he didn’t look around to check my reaction.

“Yes.” It felt a little fucked up, but I was beyond caring now. I just needed to see them fuck.

Freddie lined his cock up against Conrad’s hole. “Justin, check in my pocket,” Conrad told me. “There’s some lube.”

That admission took my arousal to a whole new level. There was no more pretending that this situation was spontaneous, that they were actually here to just ‘clear the air’ and that the sex had just happened organically. Conrad had been prepared enough to bring lube with him down from the bedroom.

I jumped out of the hot tub, water splashing across the concrete. I grabbed Conrad’s shorts and fumbled around with the pockets till I found a small foil sachet of lube. The presence of lube, but no condom, answered the question I’d been thinking about constantly, desperate to have answered but too afraid to ask.

I walked around the tub till I was face-to-face with both Conrad and Freddie, and I handed Freddie the lube. He didn’t say anything me, just gave me a grin and a raise of his eyebrows that suggested both a casual thanks and an indication to keep watching because something good was about to happen.

As Freddie lubed himself Conrad gave me a somewhat sheepish smile and silently mouthed, “Thanks, babe.” Then his face contorted and his mouth opened wide in a look of astonishment as Freddie started to penetrate him. Then, as Freddie grabbed him by the hips and started pumping his ass, his face was taken over by the vacant, mindless grin of someone who’s being fucked too hard to form coherent thoughts but too happy to care.

As the minutes went by I stood there, shivering in the cool night air chilled the water on my skin. I could have got back in the tub, but I couldn’t leave this spot. Right in front of them, studying their faces as they fucked. Conrad grinning like a fool, Freddie watching his cock slide in and out with the concentration of a skilled craftsman observing his work.

My dick was hard, though not to full size because of the cold. It was so small compared to Freddie’s. It was no wonder Conrad had never bothered to ask me to top him, when he needed a cock like Freddie’s to make him truly satisfied. I grabbed it and stroked it as I watched.

“Like that?” Freddie growled.

I don’t know whether it was directed at me or Conrad, but we both replied with an emphatic, “Yes!” Freddie laughed, and fucked Conrad harder.

I could see the whole time Conrad’s right hand would travel involuntarily to his cock, then back to propping himself up on the rim of the tub. I didn’t know if it was the need to brace himself against Freddie’s aggressive thrusts, or the need to stop touching himself before he came, that kept him from continuing to jerk himself off. If it was self-control, I wasn’t able to match it: I was jerking my dick with a feverish speed by this point.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Fuck, I’m so close. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Freddie leaned in, close to his ear. “Not yet. Not till you take my load.”

“Oh, fuck,” Conrad moaned weakly. Hearing it made me feel just as weak myself.

Freddie fucked him ferociously hard, both hands firm around his waist to hold him in place. “Yeah,” he growled. “Oh, fuck. Your ass is so good, it’s gonna make me cum any second.”

Conrad moaned a wordless, needy noise in response.

“You want it?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Say it,”

“Breed me,” he begged. “Fucking breed me.” His eyes were clenched closed, clenching tighter with every thrust he took.

“Here we go,” Freddie said. Three more hard thrusts, and his eyes clenched and his mouth opened. He gripped Conrad so hard it looked like he’d leave a mark, and he let out a stifled, “Oh,” as he came.

For a few seconds they were perfectly still as Freddie continued to unload. Freddie took a long, deep breath. Then finally he opened his eyes. He looked straight at me, and gave me a smug, satisfied smile.

Conrad started to jerk himself off fast now, Freddie’s cock still inside him, filling him. “Oh— oh, fuck,” he groaned.

I beat him to it though. Freddie’s cocky grin, the thought of his cum plastering Conrad’s insides, was all too much for me to take for a second longer. I exploded with a pitiful whimper, dollops of my cum flying.

As the last little bit dribbled out of my cock onto my fingers Conrad came too. A grunt of a moan that was almost inaudible, and his load erupted, first over the edge of the tub onto the concrete paver, with more landing on the wood of the tub itself. He finally let his arms give way underneath him and let his body collapse onto the edge of the tub.

For a little while we all stood there catching our breath and basking in the aftermath of what had just happened. Then finally, Freddie pulled his cock out of Conrad’s ass and sat back down in the tub. Conrad followed suit, and the two of them sat there, breathless, in the water.

I suddenly realised how cold I was. I picked up a towel and started to dry myself off, cleaning the cum off the tip of my sensitive cock at the same time.

The other two took it as a cue. Freddie stretched, then climbed out of the tub. “Thanks,” he said to Conrad, leaning in to give him a final kiss followed by a fraternal pat on the shoulder. “We should do this more often.”

“Definitely,” Conrad replied.

Freddie gave me a pat on the back. “Good times, huh.” Then he grabbed his clothes in a bundle, and without putting them on he walked down to the back of the garden. When he got to the fence he reached over, fumbled with something, and to my surprise a section of the fence swung open. He walked through it, pulling it closed and latched behind him. “Night, guys,” he said with a wave as he left.

I looked at Conrad in surprise. “You built a gate?”

He shrugged. “I thought it’d come in handy.”

*          *          *

So yeah, that’s pretty much the story of how the guy next door turned me into a cuckold. If it hadn’t been for him I wonder how long it would have taken me to realise how much I loved seeing my husband having sex with other guys. Maybe Conrad would have stayed faithful to me for our whole lives. Or maybe he would have cheated on me with someone else eventually, and I would have never found out. The rest of our marriage could have been monogamous — or at least monogamous as far as I knew.

Or maybe this was always going to happen eventually, if not with Freddie then with someone else.

Either way, it’s working for all three of us. Conrad and Freddie fuck all the time now, it’s become such a normal part of our lives I can barely imagine what it was like before. Some of the time they let me watch, other times they do it when I’m out, or Conrad walks down the back garden to Freddie’s place and leaves me at home to torture myself imagining what it is I’m missing.

Either way, I’m more satisfied sexually than I’ve been in years. Whether it’s from the sex I have with Conrad, where he makes me blow my load talking about the ways Freddie made him blow his, or whether it’s from jacking off solo while he’s next door, thinking about the two of them together. And Conrad’s definitely more satisfied, no doubt about it.

And that new gate down the bottom of the garden is getting plenty of use.