All participants are 18 or over. This story contains reluctant sex.
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After Fritz, my lover's husband, nearly caught us fucking in the house, Greg and I did anything but cool our affair. Even though Fritz was retired and theoretically spent all of his time at home, Greg and I found plenty of opportunity when he was working outside or tinkering in the garage. We fucked in nearly every room of the house; on a few occasions, we had sex right on Fritz's side of his own bed as he whiled away the hours playing pool in the basement or nailing wood together in the workshop.
We made other opportunities too. We sometimes hid in plain sight. One night at supper, Greg complained to Fritz about having to do the shopping all alone. He asked him to come along, but the old stick in the mud refused, just saying he hated shopping. We had planned on that. That was where I jumped in to volunteer to assist Greg.
"I can help with that, Greg," I said, in front of Fritz. "I've got an hour or two on Thursday nights if you want me to come with you."
Fritz's expression didn't change. I don't know if he minded my meddling or if he was grateful he wouldn't have to argue about it anymore with Greg. He just grunted.
"Well, thank you," Greg said to me, spiting Fritz. "Nice that there's one gentleman in the house."
As that night was Thursday, an hour later this "gentleman" was banging Greg in the back of Fritz's car. We did go shopping, but it didn't take very long. We got back to the car in time for Greg to give me a long, sweet hummer. Fucking and shopping became our Thursday night routine. The beauty of it was that the shopping gave us an excuse to be together. We needed to get out of the house more to reduce the risks we were taking. After all, I was eighteen; my libido was out of control and Greg's appetite for cock seemed endless.
There was never any telling when Fritz would want sex from his partner. He had a high sex drive for a man in his mid-sixties, falling on Greg usually three nights a week and doing it multiple times each occasion. No one could have said that Fritz was not fulfilling his husbandly duties. In his own way he was a good partner, but he held all the power in the relationship: the house was his and they lived on his savings and pensions. More than that, he was a naturally domineering figure. He insisted on having everything his own way.
Those were all good reasons to keep the affair secret from Fritz. Greg didn't want to leave him and I didn't want to be a home wrecker.
But we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We continued to fuck wherever and whenever we thought we could get away with it.
One of our favourite places to have sex was the laundry room in the basement. Fritz was an old-fashioned male and would have nothing to do with the laundry. He never went in there. He left all his laundry to Greg. As a boarder, I had an excuse to be in the laundry room as I had access to that amenity as well. I can't count how many times Greg and I fucked on a pile of Fritz's dirty clothes.
Eventually, the inevitable happened. We were careless just once too often.
When Fritz opened the door, I was laying on my back while Greg rode me. We both turned to watch as Fritz entered the room and our jaws dropped. Fritz watched as my shrinking, softening cock fell out of his younger husband's ass.
To our credit, neither Greg nor I tried to sell Fritz the idea that this was not what it looked like. We were caught and we were scared.
"So, you've turned this young stud, Greg." Fritz's voice was cold.
"I haven't turned him... I just seduced him." I appreciated Greg saying that for me, even though our first encounter was actually instigated by me.
"So, you're saying this was the first time?"
We hesitated. We had been fucking for several weeks. Did he know?
"Oh, never mind trying to be clever. I've known for a while. I just had to see it with my own eyes."
"What are you going to do, Fritz?" Greg's voice was charged with anxiety.
"Hmm... you haven't turned him, eh?" Fritz said.
"Oh, Fritz, no, not that," Greg said.
"Why not? He's been using something of mine. Only seems fair I should use something of his." I obviously didn't know what he meant and Fritz chuckled. "Get your asses up out of the dirty clothes."
We obeyed, standing naked and exposed before the betrayed husband. He looked us both over without pity or sympathy.
"Let's all go upstairs," Fritz said. Greg and I followed him up to the main floor and then up to the top floor where Fritz and Greg's bedroom was.
"Now, let's even things up a little. You two have both been getting a little extra at my expense. Now you will pay me back."
"I'll pay you back, Fritz, you know that," Greg said. "Leave him—"
All Fritz did was hold his index finger up to his lips to shush Greg. Then he turned to face me.
"How about you, youngster? You haven't said much for yourself."
I was deeply ashamed of myself. I suppose this was mostly because I got caught but my shame did make me somewhat more cooperative with Fritz. He was right that I owed him, having usurped his marital privileges. How would he call in that debt? I hoped he wouldn't call the police to enforce my eviction.
"You've been pretty free with my boy, haven't you?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Fritz."
"Good, you don't deny or fight the truth. That saves time and effort. Thank you. I accept your apology."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but one look at Greg's wary face told me that this wasn't the end of it.
"But there's still the matter of compensation. You've been banging my boy's ass. You took that from me. There's only one way you can repay it."
I caught his drift at last. I wondered if maybe I was the one who should be calling the police. But how? My phone was in my room downstairs!
"I see you thinking," Fritz said. "I'll make it a choice: submit or I'll evict you today. Now let's add context to make it an informed choice: this time of the college year, no residence, no apartments and no rooming houses in the county, much less the town, have vacancies. If you leave here, you might as well pack up and go home to Mommy and Daddy in that little town you said you came from. Submit? Then you've got nothing to worry about. No eviction. Not even a rent increase. Everything goes along almost as before."
"And what does it mean if I submit?" I asked.
Greg shook his head as if to say don't do it.
"You know what it means, pretty boy," Fritz said, leaning in so his face was inches from mine. I could smell his breath. A clothed gay male has a great psychological advantage over a naked straight male. I was intimidated and stepped back a half-step.
"It means, your ass is mine."
"No," I said firmly.
"You're sure you want to choose eviction?"
"Can't we talk about this?"
"Sure. You fucked my husband. Get out and fuck off."
In truth, Fritz was right. I knew very well that this area had a serious housing crisis. There wouldn't be a place for rent on my budget within fifty miles and I didn't have a car to commute. I wondered... Could I do what Fritz was asking? Greg seemed to enjoy it well enough...
"Uh... okay, I'll do it."
Greg's mouth fell open in disbelief.
Fritz just smiled. "Get on the bed."
I obeyed. I went and sat on the bed.
"No, not like that. Get on your back."
I did as I was told. I looked over at Greg. There was a worried look in his eyes. I was grateful he was here and glad of even his silent support.
"This is your last chance. You can still run away and look for a new home."
"No," I mumbled.
"Good," Fritz said. "So, let's be clear. You're giving me consent to ravage your ass and despoil that virgin mouth of yours. Is that right?"
