The Guy Next Door is Nailing My Husband: Edit update (Patreon)

You might remember that during January I shared drafts of my latest book, currently tentatively titled 'The Guy Next Door is Nailing My Husband'. 

In the last little while I've been editing it, and as I was doing that I realised I had a problem. 

In the middle of the story the cuck (Justin) sees his husband Conrad and next door neighbour Freddie disappear into Freddie's place to fuck, and he follows them. He then hides in the bushes outside the window watching them, until he's awkwardly caught and the secret (both the secret of Conrad cheating and the secret that Justin's turned on by it) is out.

The problem with the scene is the lack of consent. Although no one's forcing anyone to engage in anything sexual, watching someone without their consent is still crossing a line. Especially because in the case of this story it's intentional, premeditated, and involves trespassing on someone's property to invade their privacy.

I know the story is fiction, and fantasy, and that part of what appeals to me (and my readers) is that the characters don't behave themselves. But I know that Amazon is really strict about erotica that has non-consensual elements, and it's the kind of thing that can get an author's entire account banned. I didn't really think that through when I wrote it because I was simply thinking about what would be hot, not about the ethical implications.

So I have a couple of options. The first is to just not put it on Amazon, and stick to places (like Smashwords and my own online store) where the rules aren't as strict. The second is to change it. In the end though I figured that Amazon has these rules about consent for a reason. Doing stuff without consent is fucked up, so I shouldn't include it in my story. So I decided to change it.

I'm a little sad about it because I felt like it was a hot scenario, and all of the ways I could think of to deal with the consent issue really didn't seem as good as what was in the original draft. But I think it's the only responsible option.

So anyway, here's the replacement scene. It still involves Justin watching Conrad and Freddie fuck (that's an important element of the story to me), but I feel like it's a much more acceptable scenario because it involves Justin being put in that position accidentally, he acts without thinking rather than by intention, and it takes place in his own home where he has a much more legitimate right to be able to be present (compared to his neighbour's back yard!).

Hopefully it's still okay. And if you're not as into it as the first version, it's up to you how you choose to remember the story!

Anyway, here it is. It replaced the previous Part 6.

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 of the house before I saw Conrad head out the french doors off the living room 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 he and Freddie had built.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. The plan had seemed so clear in my head last night but to be honest I hadn’t thought past this point. What was I even going to do? Walk over to Freddie’s place and bust them together? Sneak over there and watch through a window like some kind of peeping tom? Or just sit there in the bathroom jerking myself out imaging them like I’d done the day before? Suddenly I felt really fucking stupid standing there.

Eventually I saw Freddie emerge from the back door of his house, Rocky following before bounding off to sniff around the yard. He walked over to where Conrad stood in our yard looking at the fence. The two of them 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 I couldn’t 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.

I gave it a second then cautiously peered back out. They were no longer in the spot where they’d been though. I couldn’t see them anywhere.

I was confused; I’d only stepped away from the window for a few seconds, not long enough for them to cross the distance to Freddie’s house. But then I heard the sound of the patio door slam shut below where I stood.

Oh fuck.

I don’t know why it hadn’t even occurred to me they’d come back here. I guess I’d just assumed they wouldn’t risk it, not when Freddie’s place was private and empty. In that moment I realised what a misjudgement it had been to sneak back into the house.

In a total panic I wracked my brain thinking about how to escape or where to hide. I figured if I was quick I could maybe make it down the hallway to the empty spare bedroom. But as I started to step out into the hallway I heard Conrad and Freddie’s mumbled voices and realised they were already at the bottom of the stairs. My mind raced, my heart too, as I cast my eyes around wildly. The only place in the bathroom to hide was behind the door, so I jumped behind there and tried to stay as quiet as possible.

I heard clumsy, irregular footsteps on the stairs, and the grunts of the two of them as they made out on the stairwell. I was so scared of getting caught, but my dick was already so hard it almost hurt.

Ever so slowly I peered around the edge of the door. The bathroom was set out in such a way that the handbasin was almost opposite the doorway but offset a little. It meant that from where I was, I could get almost a full view of the hallway but they would only see my face peering around the door out of the corner of their eyes if they happened to look at just the right angle. Of course there was a chance that would happen, but it was slim and to be honest I was already too fucking horny to care.

Seconds later they came into view, Conrad walking awkwardly backwards steered by Freddie, one hand wrapped around Freddie’s waist and the other down Freddie’s pants stroking his cock as they made out. It was absolutely earth-shattering, seeing them make out only a couple of metres away. Conrad had a kind of urgency, a complete inability to take his hands off Freddie even for a second and even if it meant he couldn’t really see where he was going, that I’d never seen in him before.

A second later they were out of view and through the door into my bedroom. I heard them collapse onto the bed, and I heard the thuds of shoes being kicked off and landing on the hardwood floor.

“Where do you keep your lube?” I heard Freddie ask.

“There. Justin’s bedside cabinet.”

Fuck, it made my dick ache hearing him say my name without even the slightest hint of guilt in his voice.

I heard the beside cabinet open and shut, along with the rustle of clothes coming off. And then a long moan.

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 bathroom listening to my husband and another man fucking. But I couldn’t help myself, knowing what they were doing on the other side of that wall 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.

I heard the bed start to creak in a slow rhythm. I wondered who was fucking who, but the question was answered pretty quickly when I heard Freddie ask, “How d’you like that cock?”

“Fuck, it feels incredible,” Conrad replied. It surprised me: 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. Maybe that was one of the reasons he’d felt the need to stray.

“Yeah, fuck,” Freddie sighed. “Yeah keep backing up on it just like that. Fuck, your ass is tight.”

They sounded like they were fucking slowly: The bed creaked in a slow seesaw rhythm, a low pitch followed by a high pitch, a second apart. And with each of the low-pitched creaks Conrad would let out a soft groan. I pictured him impaled on the end of Freddie’s cock as a leaned against the bathroom wall stroking myself.

Neither of them said much, other than the noises coming from Conrad which were half moans, half words, like he was trying to speak but his mental faculties had all escaped him. “Oh, fuh… ah, god… fuh, ah..” Gradually the pace increased, the moans picking up pace, the creaks taking on the rhythm of a steam train, the headboard starting to thump against the wall with the force. It had been a long time since I’d heard the bed do that, back when Conrad and I used to constantly fuck, like really fuck, not the way we did now that we were married. It made me a little sad to think that, but at the same time happy he was getting a real lay, and turned on by the fact he was doing it behind my back.

Once they were really in the swing of things I figured I should take the opportunity to get out. I knew as soon as they were done Conrad would come into the bathroom to get something to clean up with, so I had to be out before that happened.

I crept out into the hall, and as I did I glanced into the bedroom to make sure they weren’t going to see me.

But that stopped me in my tracks.

I had a full view of them, both facing away from me so they couldn’t see. Conrad was ass up on the bed, 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.

I knew I should turn and creep down the corridor to the stairs. But the sight of it held me there.

Conrad 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. He 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.

I knew I should be taking the opportunity to get the hell out of the house before I got caught. But I couldn’t pull myself away from the sight of it. And I couldn’t fight off the temptation to stroke my cock as I watched.

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,” Conrad moaned as his ass took the hardest beating I’d seen it take in years.

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. With a groan I saw Conrad’s 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 tighter.

Fuck, it was incredible watching Freddie climax inside Conrad’s ass. As I watched every muscle in his back flex with the whole-body convulsion of it, I knew I was about to blow too. I should have stopped myself, but by that point I was in complete autopilot. I felt it coming on, coursing out of me. And as it came flooding out into my underwear I couldn’t help myself from letting out the tiniest little agonised whimper.

As soon as I felt the sound come out of my throat I realised how badly I fucked up. Freddie and Conrad both instantly looked in my direction and saw my face peering around the doorframe. Conrad’s eyes widened in panic, then his brow crumpled in a look of absolute devastation as he realised he’d been caught. Freddie had a look of surprise on his face, but without a hint of guilt.

“Oh fuck,” Conrad said.

“Hey, man,” Freddie said to me, casually but a little uncomfortably. For a few more seconds he stood there with his cock still buried in my husband’s ass. Then slowly he withdrew, and I watched captivated as his long, fat cock emerge, glistening with cum and lube. As he pulled the last of it out, a thick bead of cum dribbled out of Conrad’s ass, ran down his skin and dripped onto the bedsheet.

I stared at his cock. Then at his flawless body. Then at my husband, who now sat at the end of the bed.

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

“Just the last bit.”

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

“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 large wet patch where my load had leaked through my underwear. I felt so humiliated I didn’t know what to do. I pulled my jeans up, turned, and bolted down the stairs, leaving the two of them in my bedroom.

I collapsed onto the sofa, my mind 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 the two of them came down the stairs, now dressed again. Conrad stopped at the foot of the stairs, looking nervous and awkward as hell. Freddie gave Conrad a nod, as though they were just passing each other on the street or something. Then he walked through the living room towards the french doors.

As he passed me he patted me on the shoulder. “Sorry ‘bout that, bro,” he said. It was so casual, so trivial, like he’d used the last of the milk rather than used my husband’s ass in my own home. Then he pushed the door opened, stepped outside and closed it behind him.

For a while there was silence in the room. Conrad 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.”