Happy Wife Secret Sex-Life

I have a supportive wife (Charlotte), we're raising two boys & a girl (the same as my parents did). We have a new-build home, in a decent(ish) suburb. Three cars. We even have a purebred Lab called Minion (the kids named her). To top things off, when my big brother turned down Dad's offer to learn the ropes at the furniture store, I got a secure career running a thriving business handed to me on a silver platter.

But it's hard not to feel a little disappointed in the mundanity of family life sometimes. The picket-fence, almost Rockwell-painting ideal. Every Sunday we take the kids to church. Every Tuesday night we have scheduled sex. Perhaps it's only natural. I don't know. Sometimes Spokane seems too grey, too ordinary, too stationery. I haven't ever told my wife I feel this way, it's not the biggest secret I've kept from her. You try to find ways to handle your own frustration when you're a husband & father.

I'm not gay, exactly, I think my wife's a good-looking woman, I enjoy having sex with her well enough (when we do). But even as a child I'd found myself fantasising about men, my first crush was on Aladdin. I must have watched the cartoon movie thousands of times, lying on the floor in front of the TV, rubbing my budding erection against the carpet in our living room. If anyone in my family ever noticed, I hoped they'd assumed it was Jasmine that had activated my hormones.

My first was a slim black kid called Lucas. One of the only black kids in our high school. He was (stereotypically) great at basketball, he was also fascinatingly well-read, easily able to quote passages from The Count of Monte Cristo or The Picture of Dorian Gray from memory & was discreetly gay. The first time we hooked up (seniors, 18) he'd whispered to me in the dark at a sleepover between the two of us & asked if he could come over & 'share my warmth.' I felt that my face must have been visibly red, even in the unlit room. I'd said, cautiously, "Sure." We'd continued our clandestine hook-ups even though I had a girlfriend.

How had he suspected? I have no idea. There are times you can just tell. Sometimes, I'll meet a man, or even just see a man, & something about him tells me he's gay (or at least, not straight). I made a deal with one of our suppliers to get priority attention for the sofas we ordered, & we'd sealed it with a handshake, & then with his cock up my ass. "Fuck yeah, fuck," he'd slurred as he reamed me, "fuck you've got a tight little asshole, my cock loves your asshole. Take it. Take it. You fucking love it don't you? You love my massive cock." & I'd said, "yeah, I love how your big dick feels, fuck me harder, fuck me until I can't walk!"

He'd pulled out, flicked the condom off & covered my back in his cum. It was incredibly thick & smelled a little like sour bread. Afterwards I'd sucked the rest of his jizz from his cock & balls. We have an excellent working arrangement & even now when he's in town, we'll set up a discreet private meeting at a mid-price motel, put our wedding rings on the table & suck & fuck each other's brains out. Our wives are friends with each other, we're careful not to let them suspect anything. Once they were at our place for 4th of July.

I noticed Luis heading towards the upstairs bathroom & had stealthily followed him in. I love hooking up in bathrooms, it reminds me of something amazing I'd done. He'd been surprised, & while I reached into his dockers & started to jerk him off he'd stopped me. "We can't do this," he'd whispered sensibly, "not with so many people around, & certainly not with our wives & kids here." He was right, of course. Although I was so horny & had been itching to suck him off. But we had to respect that boundary, we had to be careful. Luckily, when the door to the bathroom opened, I'd just pulled my hand out of his pants.

I threw open the medicine cabinet door & said, "well, maybe we've run out of bandaids? I could've sworn we had some." When I stood back, there was Char standing in the door frame. She rolled her eyes, came over to me, pulled the bandaids from the very obvious spot on the shelf & said mockingly "why can men never look for things properly?"

"You ladies are always hiding things from us!" Luis had joked & we'd pretended he'd pulled a splinter from his thumb. I chuckled all night whenever I saw the beige plastic sticker on his hand. Later, I almost missed the start of the fireworks when I'd gone to the downstairs bathroom (with the lock on the door) & got myself off into one of the guest hand towels which I stuffed in the little trash can (Char could get mad at me later, or hopefully, suspect one of our guests).

Our next business meeting together, at the usual place, had been wonderful, he'd kissed & sucked my ass while jerking me off until I'd shot my load all over the faded motel comforter. Then, even after I was soft, he'd fucked me for a very long time, finally pulling the condom off & coming in my mouth. I had licked up every delicious drop. It was almost dark when we left the room & drove back to our families.

Every year around our busy periods I hire a couple of strong college students to help us move inventory & deliver it around town. I'm in charge of hiring, & usually, I'll try to discreetly work out if any of the applicants might be queer. I've been lucky more times than not. I've always managed to find myself a few strong, young men, (18 is the youngest, 23 the oldest) many of whom reacted with interest to my gentle flirting & innuendo.

I try to find ways to touch them, a hand on their muscular arms as we talk, picking imaginary 'fluff' off their collars (brushing their neck with my thumb as I do), or bumping them with the bulge in my pants as we move furniture into trucks in the loading dock. I'm persistent, you never know when a young guy will just get horny (I remember those days) & will be open to a fuck with their boss. I've only had one guy react angrily, with hostility & threats. I'd backed off but a week later I was holding his head in my lap, & he was sucking me off in my car. I stare suggestively at the waistbands of their pants, at their own bulges, & some of them are flattered, curious, interested, & will give me the nod. That subtle sign that we can play.

I'll suggest they stay after closing time, & after the rest of the staff have packed up & gone home, I'll lock the door to my office & we'll fool around on my desk, or the sturdy work chair, or the floor, or against the wall. A few times I've fucked them on the showroom floor, on the furniture we sell, although it's hard to get them to relax out there, to get them not to worry about people seeing through the full glass wall. Four of them had only ever topped. As a switch, I was delighted to stretch their little holes for them & teach them the pleasures of a big dick massaging your prostate. The most inexperienced, a pale faced, pale-haired, little 18 year old virgin, who looked like Draco Malfoy, & had never kissed anyone (boy or girl) took hours of gentle persuasion in the office, hours of careful stretching & copious amounts of lube before I was able to finally get my dick in him.

He'd bucked a bit, a few tears escaping & I'd leaned over him, holding him down on the desk, holding his wrists flat, so I could try & at least get off before he ruined it. I usually love it when there's a bit of a fight, but by then I was frustrated. Sure, some of the guys required persuasion but he'd taken forever, SUCH a long time. But there's NOTHING like the feeling of taking a virgin's ass. No need for a condom, you won't catch anything, so you can feel every quivering ridge inside him.

His sphincter was so tight it felt like a shrinking cockring clenching around me as I pushed through the resistance & as deep as I could get in him. He whimpered as I pumped him, whinging a bit. Afterwards he'd said he loved me, & he'd spent the rest of his time under me, submissively letting me fuck his sweet little asshole, & sucking me off as I sat & watched & taught him what I liked. He went back to school having learned a whole book of new tricks. I considered having him back the following year but there are always new ones, variety is the spice of life.

I've sucked several of these virile guys off in the loading docks, their young cum tasting so fresh it's intoxicating. I try to stay in shape, the desire for attention from good looking guys can be pretty competitive. It thrills me to hear the traffic whirring past, as I kneel on the concrete & lick & choke on their dicks. I always make sure to make a digital copy of the security tape, before deleting the evidence. It's nice to revisit these encounters when times are quiet. I love how shocked some of the young ones are, I love seeing their awestruck faces in the video. Many of them have only received head from their little girlfriends, & are overwhelmed by how good it feels to have an experienced man choking on your nuts & deep-throating your dick. & the anal virgins, my God. It's such a pleasure to get into them first & open them up.

The best hires ended up being a couple. I hadn't realised it at the time, neither had mentioned in their interview that they knew someone else who was applying. When I first realised, when I watched them making out sloppily by the backdoor, jerking each other, as I jerked off to the security footage, I was a little annoyed. What a waste. I wondered if I could get one to cheat on the other, or if I could find grounds to at least fire one so I could try & hire an available queer replacement.

But they were fantastic workers, easily able to load & unload a full truck without damaging the products. They were beautiful young men too, hard gym-bodies, arms & chests covered in tattoos that ranged from band logos to American eagles to tribal swirls. The 19 year old had clear green eyes & dark hair cropped closely to his head. The 20 year old had sandy hair, usually wore a baseball cap & watery blue eyes & freckles. His parents attended the same church my family did. We were acquaintances from way back. I tried to remember if I'd met their son before, & vaguely remembered a blonde tween quietly reading Manga while his folks watched the game with us on our big screen.

I had been astonished when THEY had been the ones to initiate flirting. Apparently, one of my ex employees had confessed about his interaction with me, word had gotten around a little. I would have been angry about the breach in privacy but it led to this pair of sexy young guys seeking me out to 'try something'.

They weren't able to stay late the day things had kicked off, but we arranged for the following evening. I warned Char I'd be very late home, "stocktake" I'd explained, it was my standby excuse when I was breaking in someone new at the store. She'd queried this time, hadn't my father already done that a few weeks earlier? & I reminded her the old man was getting a little long in the tooth & I'd suspected a few miscounts. She'd hmm-ed in agreement. I quickly ordered her some flowers online. Happy wife, happy life.

I wasn't 100% certain what the boys 'wanted to try' although I had some ideas, one in particular I found almost too exciting. Praying it was what I hoped for, I wore my largest buttplug all day. The massive black silicone one. The 'big boy' as I thought of it. I keep my toys hidden in the garage & had quietly inserted the plug after breakfast & douching. When I'd driven to work with it inside me I was rock-hard with anticipation, I'd had to discreetly wank before getting out of the car, so my erection hadn't poked out a customer's eye on the showroom floor.

Finally, the store closed for the day, everyone else was gone, & I let them back in through the fire exit where they'd been waiting for the all-clear. I'd gone to the extra effort of having some poppers for us. Not long later, light-headed, with mind spinning from the amyl nitrate, I was almost levitating from the exquisite experience.

The 20 year old lay on his back on my desk & I rode his lean, long dick with my bussy facing away, but facing him so I could watch him. His partner carefully inserted himself into me as well, standing behind, his dick hard as a hammer, his cock was shorter than his boyfriend's but still impressive. The sensation of having two dicks fucking me almost drove me out of my mind. I could feel each of them sliding against my rim as they pumped in & out, in & out. I could feel the pressure building on my prostate, that itch you can't wait to scratch. The boys were talking to each other as they double-penetrated me, telling each other how amazing it felt to be fucking the same hole, how amazing it felt to be sliding against each other inside my ass. I was about to come when they pulled out, as if they'd given each other a signal. I started to protest when the 20 year old stuffed his balled up underwear in my mouth. I wanted them to get back inside me immediately. Both of them peeled off their condoms.

"What do you say, daddy?" the 20 year old asked. I was fuck-drunk & could only bring myself to nod my head, pleadingly, his underwear still in my mouth, wet from my spit & smelling of his dick.

The 19 year old behind me pulled the underwear out of my mouth. "Do you want us to keep fucking you, daddy?" He asked. "Yes, please, please, fuck me." I heard myself saying. "You'll have to ask nicer than that." he clipped. & I found myself begging, telling them my hole needed them, needed their big cocks & please, please, please fuck daddy, fuck daddy's hungry hole for him. & they relented, & fucked me so hard it started to hurt a little, but the feeling of the two naked dicks squeezed in there, fighting for room, pressing against that gland, Jesus. I came from the anal stimulation alone, spraying a huge load, more than I even suspected I had in me, it had squirted onto the sand-haired boy's stomach, his nipples, even a large creamy glob sticking to an eyebrow.

I'd leaned forward & tried to lick as much of my cum from his body as I could reach. They continued to fuck my ragdoll body & I slid on the young mans abs, slipping on my own hot semen, until both of them pulled out, & jerked off into my face, I was covered in sticky cum, my face a mask of it, my chest, stomach & cock sticky with it. I felt so dominated by them, more than I had ever been in my entire life & it was incredible. I'd never felt as turned on before. I wanted more. I was addicted.

Screw my family, screw being discreet. From then on I took every opportunity until they'd gone back for the new semester to fuck those boys or get fucked by them. I had each of them individually, topping, bottoming, eating, spanking, choking, water play. I had them together. Each of us had been spit-roasted. Each of us had sucked one, while the other fucked us. They fucked my ass together a few more times, & the 19 year old, seemingly more adventurous than the blonde, had said he'd wanted to try it.

However, we hadn't quite been able to get both of us inside comfortably, although we really tried. In the end the blonde had fucked him & I'd slapped his face with my dick, making him suck it now & then. I know it was risky, terribly risky, but none of us wore protection since the first day. I assumed that they must be clean, after all, if anyone was statistically likely to have contracted something over the years, it would most likely be me.

So I didn't ask. In fact, I didn't want to ask. I didn't want to find out any reason for the barebacked enjoyment of those two beautiful boys to come to an end. They called me daddy, one even slipped & called me it in front of the rest of the staff (including my father!) but they'd been able to laugh it off. They called me daddy in internal emails & text messages, which I'd need to delete. Or with dick picks they'd send me, full body shots of their muscular young bodies in the mirror at the gym, their cocks standing to attention like rifles on guards, or their dicks pressed together between their healthy, athletic bodies. We filmed each other with our phones, & I hid the material with the clips I'd taken from the security camera in a safe folder behind a passcode. The blonde sent me a 20 minute solo video of him edging his cock to a glorious finale.

I was depressed for a while after they went back to school. When I fucked Char that Tuesday I'd made her roll up in a ball shape, & I'd fucked her hard & long up the ass. I hadn't done that in years, since before our daughter had been born. But I wanted to rail the tightest hole she had. She'd fought a little bit before sighing & letting me get what I needed. I'd given each of the guys an envelope of cash & the number to my secret cellphone, reminding them I'd want to stay in touch, reminding them we could meet up even while they were studying. I tried to keep texting them but they seemed to reply less & less. Ghosted me.

I suppose having experimented with their boss all break, they were trying new things with new people. But that's a few years ago now & since then, I've had other men fuck me at the same time. You move on. You have fond memories, but they're just memories. It's easy to make new ones. I've fucked more than fifty guys over the years. I don't want to blow up my life. If I can keep doing this privately, keep this second life a secret, it's worth it.

It was a Republican who reminded me how necessary it was for me to protect my reputation. Although Washington State's a Democratic stronghold, a few of them managed to get a seat over the years, at the time, this one was sitting on the House of Representatives. I will always choose to fuck a Republican politician over a Democrat. Republican men know how to keep a secret, they know it's sport-fucking, they're unlikely to put pressure on me to 'come out of the closet' or meet their friends (unless they're friends who will fuck me with them). In my opinion, I wish there were more Republican politicians where I live, in general, they seem especially depraved, it makes for fantastic sex.

He's a nice man, with a good sense of humour in his late 50s. We'd met one weekend when Char had taken the kids shopping for new school clothes & I found myself with some private time & a raging hard-on. I met 'Terry' on Grindr. When we met at a motel, he'd almost left when I told him I recognised him. But soon after that, I had him on his hands & knees on the bed & had my hand almost entirely inside him as I milked his prostate. He'd made noises like a kitten, soft & meek as he'd cum hands-free on the pillow he was using to support himself. Afterwards he'd sucked me with rapt enthusiasm, even sucking both balls, managing to fit them both in his mouth at once. He was a spectacular deep-throater. Almost no gag-reflex.

He's no longer in the House but is still active in the GOP. We've kept up our friendship for years & I'll usually get blown by him at least twice a month. I'm older than his usual type, but we have good conversations & I think it makes him feel better about his own double-life. We realised we're both trying to keep up a public appearance, a wholesome public image. He confided in me his private fears & some horror stories about colleagues who'd been blackmailed or publicly outed & how ostracised they'd become. Even by colleagues who engaged in the same proclivities.

One of his colleagues regularly visits a glory hole club in Russia where you're allowed to do anything & I mean, ANYTHING to the young guys on offer. 'Terry's' been thinking about going with him next time if he can slip away from his wife. I admit the idea makes me jealous. God, it would be amazing to go to a place with so many holes & dicks sticking out of the walls, where you can get sucked by three different mouths just by moving a foot to either side & where, if you get a little carried away, they don't stop you. I would love that. The clubs I've been to in the US just haven't quite scratched that itch. I can't seem to find the good ones.