My Wife Naively Turned Me

Post orgasm. Allan retreated to our spare room. A few things that I was totally unprepared for making me super nervous. The checklist growing in my head :

- I slept with a man.

- My wife saw it.

- Did my wife see how much I enjoyed it?

- How does she feel?

- What does all of this mean?

I mean there's more. But she seemed to be in a different world. She was excited. Proud. Most significantly, it became completely apparent how oblivious she was about the reality of it all. She almost talked of Allan as if he was another sex toy that was kept under the bed. Not the threat of changing the world we knew.

I couldn't probe her detachment of what happened without spelling it out. It was weird, I felt like i was discovered, outed and then my wife hid in my closet for me. I wasn't sure how to ask for my closet back without letting her know there was something to hide.

We did eventually fell asleep. I didn't have much words to share. But heard enough to not lose anymore sleep.

When I eventually woke in the morning, the house was empty. Both my wife and Allan were away. I lay there for a while, taking stock of the fact his seed was still in me.

I had a notification on my phone that I had a text. "Hey baby, last night was great. Cant stop thinking about it. X"

I sent a quick reply from the notification screen "Yeah, was fun. Just woke up and jumping in shower. You be back soon? Just jumping in shower. X"

I went into the bathroom. I think I just needed to not sit in the chaos of last night. It's not all so simple to move on even in these basic tasks. I wasn't in pain, but I certainly was aware I'd had a cock in my ass the night before. I'm not afraid to admit, that washing there brought me enough flashbacks to get hard.

When I got out, I checked my phone, I quickly realised it wasn't my wife who text before. I had replied to Allan. "Kisses on texts huh? 😉 I'm on the way round now. Your wife is at lunch with the party group baby. We have some time X".

Sent 25 minutes previously. Oh fuck. "Have you left yet?" I hastily replied. My wife always calls me baby in texts. I didn't think.

"Yup, 2 minutes I'll be there. X"

I managed to scrape my lounge wear on, just as he entered my house. Didn't even knock. I did that half awkward meet and greet coming down the stairs. As if my wife was walking in when hiding the Christmas presents.

We've met hundreds of times before. Platonically. Now I'm sitting on my steps in front of him, quietly, flustered... curious. What's the etiquette here? A hug? An awkward handshake? Do I offer him a cup of tea? If there was a playbook, I hadn't read it. Did he want to talk? What's he expecting?

He was leaning with his back against my front door. He had a massive shit-eating grin. I thought he took a bit of pleasure in seeing my discomfort and lack of words. He later told me, it was my vulnerability and lack of walls. He saw it. He took my hand and asked me to lead him to my room. As we closed the door behind us, he pushed me on to the bed. He closed over the curtains to block out the outside world. The daylight provided still far greater visibility.

He stood whilst he undressed himself. Removing all of his clothes entirely. Fuuuuck, looking at him was totally different. That side I would previously describe as camp or feminine was evolved into something alluring. I know this sounds insane. Especially if you've been with a woman. But his erection was infinitely more tangible of his desire for me. It stirred differently in me.

He helped me pull my trousers off. Revealing my hard cock. He pulled me up to stand in front of him. I stretched my top off over my head. We stopped and stared at each other for a brief moment. Then I, yes me, kissed him. Instantly, any awkwardness was gone. It was happening.

It wasn't hard to notice the scent of Jean Paul Gaultier from him. The smell filled my nostrils, even with my eyes closed, there was no escaping his male, homoerotic presence. The stubble from his lips bristling against mine. His erection pressing up against me. All of this, adding to the excitement. Our kiss not hastily rushed like the night before. It remained unbroken as he gently lead me on to my marital bed. He mounted me so our cocks were touching and slowly, but provocatively, grinded against me.

When I eventually started letting out small moans, he sat up and grabbed the bottle of lube left out from the night before. He poured generously on both our cocks and rubbed them together until they were both wet together. He sat and kept eye contact with me the whole time. His smile was infectious. I couldn't help but show mine too.

As he let go to lean forward to kiss again, he stopped just short of my head leaning in. Let out a grin, knowing he had teased me, a wanted kiss denied.

"I really want you. How much do you want me?" He said softly. He kept eye contact at me intensely. His breath clean and minty from his recently brushed mouth again.

"I really want you too" I said back matching his tone. If anything, a slight tremble appeared in my voice. Something you experience with new partners expressing something deeper for the first time.

He gave me a kiss for a moment. But broke away for his next question. His hand wandered down, massaging my cock firmly first. "Tell me how much you didn't want your wife in the room with us last night?"

"I really did at first. But once the condom was off, it changed. I just wanted it to be us" I replied. Why was it easier to talk to him about last night that my own wife? How did he know and not her.

"Good answer" he said. Kissed me again for a moment, but not long enough to be satisfied. Then his hand wandered further down. I instinctively spread one of my legs to the side. As he rubbed lube right onto my hole and entered his finger into me. "Tell me, how much you want me inside you again."

After a deep inhale, I expelled out "So much! I really want that".

He couldn't reach my lips with his fingers hooked inside. He instead starts kissing my chest, moving lower and lower. He kisses the tip of twitching cock.

But then he moved to his knees with his body up right. And tells me to kiss him. So I join him, on my knees and obediently kiss him. He puts his hand on my waist, guiding me turn around. Before I had the chance to bend over for him, he pulls me backwards to lean into him. With one of his exploring my body moving and the other on my cock. As I rocked my head back on to his shoulder, he starts kissing softly along my neckline, to just right below my ear. He discovered a weak spot my wife never did. He was rubbing his cock against my ass. Impatiently, I reached behind and guided his cock to my hole. And then I arched my back to allow him to slide the tip of his cock into me.

I let out an audible exhale. It was in, but tighter. I arched my back deeper, to make it in. "Bend over baby, will be easier to go in" he assured me. But i didn't want move from this embrace.

I put back both my hands on to his ass, and pulled him in. I needed it in. I wanted his breath on my neck, his voice in my ear and his hand on my cock. And when I got it all, just when his cock went all the way in, the mild discomfort only somehow made it more exciting. It was quite the sensory overload.

"Not yet, i want to stay here longer" I exclaimed. "Go slowly, i want to feel you" I requested.

"Oh, you're my new favourite person" he said with a smile.

He was going slow. He wasn't in a rush. He wanted to talk to me. It provided some intimacy. And the more he asked, I found myself becoming more susceptible to admitting or saying things, I would never dared or known to say weeks before. But the comments of being "his" were the real turn ons. My mind was spinning.

I even found myself doing something I wanted to instinctively the night before. I was pushing back on to his cock. Seeking him deeper into me. He matched my movements to thrust in as I pushed back. "You really do like this Mr" he cheekily said. As he placed one of his hands back on to my cock, he could feel my dick semi hard. I hadn't even noticed it's stiffness disappear. But I was dripping with precum. But my arousal was higher.

It didnt take much encouragement with his hand back on me, and as soon as he started to jerk me off, i blew my load all over his hand and bed. My dick felt like a useless, wound up toy that only had 10 seconds worth of play time. But as he thrusted in and out of me, my dick wouldn't stop leaking. The orgasm had a peak, but there was a lasting, present one. Again, no post nut clarity. I just wanted Allan to seed me. Give me his seed.

"Ah fuck Allan, please, please cum inside me" I pleaded.

"Okay baby, I'll do anything for you" he replied. He pushed me down so I'd bend over for him. But with my head right to the bed. My ass really exposed to him. With my head tilted to the side, i couldn't help but watch in the mirror as he came off his knees into a crouch position and watched as he carefully pulled himself in and out of me with long strides, picking up the pace.

I've fucked my wife identically to this before. You know. In reverse. I've never been in my wife's head. But these primal intrusive thoughts were louder than any words she ever spoke. But like my desire to give her a piece of me by breeding her when we have sex, I wanted a piece of him. His first load had already changed me and willingly, no, wanting, for him to change me more. In that moment, the idea of being a gay man wasn't ridiculous.

He verbally confirmed my transition. "You were meant for this cock baby, I'm gonna cum". I couldn't help but be proud with my own shit-eating grin.

"Fuck me baby" I pleaded. Yup, it slipped out. And he picked up his pace gripping and pulling firmly on my hips back into him, until he gave his final push, collapsing into me, burying his seed into me. I could feel his balls spasm and tense, resting on my taint.

As he remained within me, taking a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure, a familiar euphoria washed over me, knowing I had brought him to release. For my entire life, sex had been something that left me wanting to disconnect, to drift off, or feel unable to fully embrace the intimacy of the afterglow of sex. But now, for the second time with him--the only two times we'd shared--I felt an overwhelming flood of oxytocin.

It wasn't an ideal situation, especially knowing my wife would be returning in a few hours. Yet, I found myself wishing he wouldn't leave. I stayed dutifully in place as he reluctantly withdrew, his lingering seed leaving its mark. He slapped my ass and taint playfully with his still hard cock, asserting his dominance in a way that felt a little degrading, but welcomed.

Eventually, he lay down beside me, and I turned to face him. His cheeks were flushed, and I imagined mine were much the same. Our legs intertwined, and in that quiet connection, I had a revelation of clarity. I realised just how misguided I'd been my entire adulthood--harboring some vague, unspoken belief that intimacy between two men would somehow be less profound than with a woman.

In fact, it felt freeing, particularly in that moment. A lifetime spent projecting a distorted version of masculinity, always avoiding vulnerability, never allowing myself to let my guard down--here it felt irrelevant. I no longer had to walk or talk a certain way. Most men would think the worst about having their heterosexuality tested like this. What was the worst anyone could say?

"You know, you took to that a little too naturally, I forgot I was the gay one for a while there", he teased with a playful grin and soft giggle.

And suddenly, I found myself smiling. At least for a while. My wife just called and she'd be home in an hour.