Note: This is an ooooold work I never finished. I believe it was inspired by a tweet someone showed me. I might continue it if there's any interest!
Content warning: Any consent depicted in this work is dubious at best.
All characters depicted are 18+
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I'd come home from work early today, only to find my wife in bed with the pool boy, riding him into the mattress. Obviously, I was furious. I couldn't believe that my wife had not only cheated on me after ten years of marriage, but that she'd chosen to do it with some skinny, geeky teenager - for fuck's sake, he was fresh out of high school!
When I caught them together, the boy hurried to try and cover himself with the bedsheets, most likely struggling to come up with some asinine excuse about how it wasn't what it looked like.
My wife, on the other hand, clearly felt no such need. I'd seen her tits before, and she made no pretense as to what she was doing - she knew she'd been caught in the act. She did, however, hop off his dick, most likely because whatever mood they'd built up was now ruined.
Despite the boy looking like he was about to damn near piss his pants, his cock - skinny and flushed red, much like the kid himself - remained stubbornly hard, even when I stepped over to the bed to loom over him threateningly. Hell, I could've sworn I saw his little dick twitch as I stared him down.
I was still angry, obviously, but the sight of his slight, trembling frame and stiff cock, combined with my wife's seemingly unapologetic attitude gave me an idea. An awful, terrible, fantastic idea.
"Um...Can I get my clothes back, please?" The boy asked, glancing over at my wife, who had just been gagged and tied to a chair with said clothes.
"Why?"
"I'd, uh, like to leave? And I kinda need my clothes for that..."
"...Why?" I asked, smirking a little. No reason why I couldn't have any fun yanking this kid's chain before doing what I'd planned to do to him.
"Well, uh...If you mean why I wanna leave, it's 'cause, I mean, this is between you and your wife, yeah? And I can't exactly just go out and go home...naked - My mom'll kill me!"
That's what he was most worried about? Not even a possible indecent exposure charge? Jesus. What kind of mother did this boy have that her wrath was scarier than the idea of getting arrested?
"You were just fucking her, weren't you? I'd say that makes you pretty damn involved, yeah?"
"I...I guess? I mean, like, sure, whatever, but do I have to be, y'know, naked? If we're just gonna, I dunno, talk about this? Which I don't really get why you'd want to do in the first place, but..." The boy shrugged, pretty clearly trying to avoid making eye contact with me.
"Woah woah woah, hold up." I held up my hands, putting the brakes on wherever that train of thought was going, "Who said anything about talking? I was just gonna fuck you," I said, offhandedly, as if I was just asking him to take out the trash instead of telling him about my plans for his ass.
The boy laughed nervously, most likely thinking that I was joking. Not that I could blame him, really. Not very often you get caught fucking a married woman and, instead of punching you in the face and kicking you out, her husband ends up propositioning you for sex.
"What's so funny?" I asked, trying not to smile at the adorably dorky expression on his face.
