Seth's Request

The apartment was hushed, wrapped in low amber light. Seth moved with care at the bar cart, the ice cubes clinking too loudly in the quiet. He tried not to rush -- measuring, stirring, twisting the orange peel just so -- but his hands weren't as steady as he wanted them to be. The mezcal burned faintly as it met the glass. Familiar. Comforting. A little dramatic, maybe, but he needed the ritual.

Behind him, he could feel Alexander. The weight of his silence had a shape to it -- heavy, sprawling, irritated. Seth didn't have to look to know he was doing that thing when he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes distant, jaw tight. Processing. Judging. Bracing.

Seth's jaw ached from clenching, so he made himself exhale slowly and roll his shoulders back. The tank top stuck to his skin at the back, still damp from the shower. He hadn't changed out of the booty shorts. Part of him wondered if he should've -- if the timing made it all seem more calculated than it was. He hadn't meant to turn this into a performance. He just... hadn't wanted to feel restrained tonight.

The drink was done, but he didn't sip. He just held it, let the orange peel scent curl up around his nose, let the ice sweat against his palm.

He could hear the fan, the music, and the occasional car down on the street. But mostly, he could hear the silence between them. And inside it, the echo of his own voice from earlier. Calm. Measured. "What if we opened things up a little?" God, he'd tried so hard to sound casual. Like he hadn't been turning the idea over in his mind since the incident at the bar with Oliver, of course, he didn't mention that part to his husband.

He'd known Alexander wouldn't leap into it. That wasn't how his husband operated. But he hadn't expected this exact kind of silence either -- the kind that didn't feel shocked or curious, just... tense. Like something in Alexander had pulled back.

Seth took a slow sip, still not turning around.

Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Or maybe he should've said it differently. But it was too late now. The idea had been spoken. And now it sat between them like a glass set too hard on the table -- not broken, but loud enough to change the air.

Seth finally turned, glass in hand. Alexander hadn't moved much -- still folded forward, fingers laced, gaze trained on the floor -- but something in his shoulders had softened. Slightly. The silence between them wasn't quite the same. Less brittle. More like a held breath.

Seth crossed the room, slow steps on bare feet, and sat on the edge of the armchair across from him. Not too close. He rested the drink on the side table, untouched now. It had done its job. He cleared his throat once, softly.

Alexander looked up at him. His blue eyes were guarded, tired. He looked like someone trying to understand the rules of a game he hadn't agreed to play.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. But then Alexander shifted, leaned back against the couch. Not relaxed -- just... not entirely closed off.

"I need time," Alexander had said. Seth felt his heart jump with a little excitement but also fear, knowing they didn't have much time before Trevor would arrive.

Seth leaned forward in the armchair, forearms on his thighs, eyes tracking every flicker across Alexander's face. He could feel his own heart beating in his throat.

"I wasn't trying to ambush you," Seth said quietly. "I know it probably felt that way."

Alexander's arms were crossed now. Defensive. Hurt. He wasn't yelling, which somehow felt worse. "Yeah. It did."

Seth nodded, absorbing it. Letting the weight of it settle. "I should've waited. Or brought it up a different way."

Silence again. Then, after a long breath, "Why now?"

Seth looked down at his hands, then back up at his husband. "Because I've been thinking about it for a long time." That was a lie. He had only really thought about it for about two weeks since he had his first taste of dick in years. "And not because I'm not happy with you," he added quickly. "It's not about missing anything... It's not about us being broken."

"But it kind of sounds like it is," Alexander said. His voice was still low, but sharper now. "You don't just want to go out and sleep with someone if everything's fine."

"It's not about replacing anything," Seth said, trying to stay calm, to be clear. "It's about... expansion. Curiosity. Wanting more experience without destroying what we have."

"So what would it even look like? If we tried this?"

Seth blinked. He hadn't expected the question--not yet--but it gave him hope. And he needed hope, or he was going to have to text the Adonis from the gym to not come over any time soon.

"We'd talk about rules," he said carefully. "Boundaries. What's okay, what's not? Full transparency. And maybe it doesn't mean sex right away. Maybe it's just... seeing what feels possible. Togethim."

Alexander gave a tired half-laugh. "This isn't what I pictured when I got married."

"Me eithim," Seth said. "But I still want you. That hasn't changed." He took a breath. It was now or never, "And in the name of transparency, I invited someone over."

The words landed like a dropped pin in a silent room.

Alexander blinked. Once. Twice.

"From the gym," Seth added, voice low, steady. "Today. When I was there."

A sharp stillness rippled through Alexander's body. His jaw tightened again, and he sat upright, suddenly very awake.

"You what?"

Seth didn't flinch, but his stomach twisted. "I didn't want to lie about it. I didn't do anything with him. I just... asked. In case. I thought if we talked more tonight and--if it went well--maybe..."

Alexander stood, just enough to pace one step, then stopped himself. His hands were on his hips, head tilted back slightly like he was searching the ceiling for a better version of this moment.

"Seth, we just talked about it. I haven't even had time to process it," he said finally. His voice cracked at the edge, not angry exactly -- but shocked, disoriented. "You should've warned me. Before it got real. Before time was a person."

Seth nodded slowly. He deserved that. Maybe more... but when his eyes fell on Trevor, one of the gym regulars today, he couldn't help it. Trevor was always at the gym and was always fine as hell, but after his weekend at Cleo's bar, getting railed by a complete stranger time was suddenly a tingle and excitement in the air, and Trevor helped ignite that tingle all the more.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just didn't want it to be all talk forever. I didn't expect you to say yes, or... I don't know. I just needed to know it could actually happen. That I could do it."

A knock at the door. Sharp. Two raps, no hesitation.

Seth's breath hitched before he could stop it. His eyes darted to the clock -- right on time. Of course. He'd said eight. His fingers flexed against his thighs.

Alexander stiffened.

The change in the room was immediate, electric--like the temperature had dropped. The weight of their conversation hung suspended, suddenly dwarfed by the fact that someone else was really him.

Neither of them moved at first.

Seth's heartbeat sped up, and he hated that he felt it -- that thrum of excitement just beneath his ribs, the unmistakable buzz of possibility. It wasn't about feelings, it wasn't about love, but it was still thrilling. New. Dangerous. Real.

He swallowed hard. Looked at Alexander.

"I can send him away," Seth said softly. "We don't have to do anything. I just... what do you want me to do?"

Alexander didn't answer right away. His jaw was tight again, the muscle flickering like a warning light. His eyes stayed on the door, then flicked briefly to Seth, unreadable.

Another knock.

Alexander exhaled through his nose, then stood slowly, like he needed a second to remember how his body worked. He didn't look at Seth when he spoke.

"Let him in," he said. "We can... at least have a drink."

Seth froze for a half-second, almost unsure he'd heard right. Then nodded. He rose from the chair, legs suddenly shaky beneath him, and crossed the floor with the feeling of standing on a cliff edge -- terrified, exhilarated, unsure what came next.

Behind him, Alexander stood by the couch, arms crossed again -- not angry now, but braced. A little distant. Present, but not fully in the room yet.

Seth opened the door. Trevor stood in the doorway like he owned it.

All six-foot-three of him leaned casually against the frame, tank top clinging to his torso like it was painted on, skinny jeans hugging his thighs in a way that seemed deliberate. His hair was gelled but just messy enough, and his caramel eyes scanned the apartment behind Seth like he was already measuring it -- and them.

Alexander recognized him from the gym but didn't know him personally.

"Hey," he said, voice smooth, low, touched with something that sounded like a dare.

Seth gave a small smile, heart jackhammering. "Hey. Thanks for coming."

Trevor's eyes dipped once, unapologetically, over Seth's body. "You're looking good."

Seth felt heat creep up his neck but didn't respond, stepping aside to let him in. Trevor smelled like cologne and gym sweat -- clean, sharp, undeniably male. He moved like someone who expected the air to part for him.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Alexander was still standing, posture stiff, but when Trevor turned his attention toward him, something shifted. Maybe out of politeness. Maybe pride. But Alexander stepped forward and extended his hand, not quite smiling but composed.

"Is this the husband with he small dick?" Trevor said with a chuckle.

"What...?" Alexander's face turned red.

"He's joking!" Seth laughed. Gesturing to his husband, "This is Alexander, my husband."

"Trevor." A flash of white teeth. "Nice place you've got."

Alexander didn't answer that. Instead, he motioned toward the living room. "Come in. We were just about to have a drink."

Trevor's eyebrows lifted slightly, amused but not surprised. "Sounds good to me."

He walked in further, unbothered, and Seth watched Alexander track every movement. There was no mistaking the tension in his husband's shoulders, but he hadn't recoiled. If anything, he looked more grounded now, like the decision to let Trevor in had woken something up in him -- a spine of control, or pride, or maybe just the need to reclaim some power.

Seth moved back to the bar cart, hands moving by muscle memory now.

"You like mezcal?" he asked Trevor, mostly just to fill the air.

Trevor gave a shrug. "I like anything strong."

Seth poured. His hands were steadier now than they had been earlier. He felt a heat building in his chest... and his pants.

Alexander stayed standing while Trevor lowered himself onto the couch, legs spread wide, confidence rolling off him like heat. His gaze flicked back and forth between them, assessing, maybe testing, definitely enjoying the effect he had.

Seth handed out the glasses, and the three of them settled into the strange, simmering silence of this new territory.

The mezcal burned pleasantly on Seth's tongue, anchoring him for a second as the conversation stumbled forward.

They'd passed through a few neutral topics -- Trevor's lifting routine, a trainer they all vaguely knew, a joke about how bad the gym's sound system was -- but the room still felt stiff around the edges. Seth noticed Alexander's posture, still upright and alert, one ankle crossed over the other like he was ready to bolt or spring into action, depending on what came next.

Trevor lounged like he had no such nerves.

"So," Trevor said, swirling his drink with lazy confidence, "you ever notice how half the people at the gym are just trying to figure out who's on top?"

Seth blinked, nearly choking on a sip.

Alexander raised an eyebrow.

Trevor smirked. "I don't mean sexually. Not just sexually. I mean... dominance. Posture. Who walks like they own the place? Who makes eye contact? Who looks away? You can spot the people who need to be in control, and the ones who want to be controlled. It's all the time."

He leaned back against the couch like he'd said something profound, one arm draped casually across the backrest. His tank top rode up slightly, exposing the defined cut of his waist. He knew it, too.

Seth shifted, pulse ticking up again. He could feel Trevor's gaze brush across him like a hand, not touching, but definitely claiming space.

"Pretty sure that's why you noticed me," Trevor added, eyes fixed on Seth now. "You've got good instincts."

Seth felt the heat rise behind his ears, and not entirely from flattery. There was something about the way Trevor said it -- like he was holding court, like this was already his room. He glanced over to his husband, who seemed almost unfazed by him, other than his tightening grip on his glass.

"I think Seth's instincts are usually thoughtful," Alexander said, voice calm but cool. "He doesn't really go for showy."

Trevor's lips curved. "You think I'm showy?"

Alexander shrugged. "I think you know exactly what effect you have and lean into it."

Seth looked between them. The air had changed again -- not tense exactly, but charged.

He hadn't expected Trevor to start pushing so fast, or Alexander to meet him with such sharp, quiet precision.

Seth swallowed. "I think there's more than one kind of dominance."

Trevor cocked his head. "Sure. But some kinds are more fun than others."

That earned a small exhale from Alexander -- not a laugh, but close. Dry. Measured.

Seth stared into his glass, then looked back up. "I'm not sure I'm drawn to dominance," he said, carefully. "I think I'm drawn to clarity. To people who know what they want." His mind drifted back to his time at Cleo's. He hadn't remembered how good dick could feel like a long time. It wasn't that Alexander was bad... he was just used to more, a lot more, and a lot more often before they married.

Trevor lifted his glass slightly, as if in salute. "Same thing."

Trevor leaned forward, setting his drink down a little too sharply, his eyes narrowing just enough to notice.

"You know," he said, his voice smooth but edged with challenge, "you don't have to act like you're not in on this."

Alexander's posture stiffened. It was subtle, the way his shoulders tightened, the way his jaw set. He looked at Trevor -- still that calm, collected exterior, but Seth could see the undercurrent of something else flickering beneath. Something not calm. Not anymore.

"I'm not acting," Alexander said, his voice quiet but taut, "I'm just not rushing into anything."

Trevor let out a low, almost pitying laugh. "See, that's the problem with guys like you. You think you're in control. But you're just sitting back, letting things happen to you." He leaned forward again, his presence suddenly more physical, more inescapable. "Sometimes, you've got to man up. Take control of the situation. Stop worrying about how it looks and just... own it."

Alexander's eyes flashed at the word. He stood, slow, deliberate, his height giving him a brief moment of dominance. But Trevor wasn't daunted. In fact, the smile that curled on Trevor's lips grew, like he could already tell he'd hit a nerve.

Seth shifted uncomfortably, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the sudden confrontation or because part of him couldn't look away. Trevor's dominance was alluring.

"I know what I'm doing," Alexander said, finally. But it wasn't as forceful as it had been a moment ago. More measured, almost like he was trying to convince himself, too.

Trevor didn't buy it. Not for a second.

"No, you don't," Trevor said bluntly, smirking. "And that's why you're so damn tense. You've got no idea what this is supposed to look like, because it's new to you. You're scared of losing control. You're scared of what it means when you stop playing it safe."

Seth's heart raced again, but this time for a different reason. His eyes flicked from Trevor to Alexander, to the way his husband's face hardened, and how Trevor seemed so eager to keep digging, to push, to win. It felt like a game now. A dangerous one.

"Frankly, Alexander, you need to man up!"

The room fell silent. The three of them didn't dare budge.

"This is the man you invited over?" Alexander finally said, turning to face his husband

"Dominance keeps things fresh, interesting. Maybe that's why your husband wants to open this marriage up."

"That makes a lot of sense, don't you think, honey?" Seth interjected, but his husband wasn't exactly amused, "You see how when Trevor talks, acts, it's... empowering? Maybe I just..." His words trailed off.

Alexander took a moment to consider his words. Seth had never complained about any of this before. He opened his mouth to speak, but Trevor interrupted.

"The thing is Alexander, we can tell you're attractive. Look at your body." Trevor gestured to the man. Alexander couldn't help but blush, as annoyed as he was. "But the times I've seen you at the gym and now here, to coin a phrase -- and I'm sorry-- but you seem like a cuck."

Seth giggled nervously while Alexander tried to hide his embarrassment and anger. Was this really what his husband wanted? A quick glance down at the growing bulge in Seth's shorts was evidence of that.

Trevor moved to the dark-haired man who had invited him. If this was to continue, it was obvious he had to take the wheel. He took Seth's hips in his large hands and pulled him to him. He kissed him roughly on the lips, bowing his head to force his tongue into his mouth.

Seth was shocked, this quick invasion was unexpected. He was too surprised to resist and honestly didn't want to. Seth's hands slid slowly over Trevor's back, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle that flexed beneath his skin--solid, warm, unmistakably masculine. The smooth expanse of Trevor's back was like sculpted stone softened by heat, every shift of his body alive with power. As their lips met, the kiss was deep, heady, edged with hunger. Seth breathed in the musk of him--clean sweat, something earthy and dark, like cedar and salt. It was as if Alexander was gone. It filled his senses, grounding and intoxicating all at once. Trevor's strength was undeniable, palpable beneath his touch, and Seth felt swallowed by it--overwhelmed, aroused, and dangerously alive.

Alexander saw what was happening and had finally had it. It was bad enough that Trevor was putting him down, had told his husband how weak he was, and humiliated him with a simple kiss. He figured this was a test, to see if he could show that he could be a real man. There was no way Trevor could think this was ok. He stood as tall as he could and approached the embraced pair, placing a hand on his Latin man's shoulder, which was about level with his eyes. He made his voice as deep as he could.

"I think you need to leave now!"

Trevor broke his kiss from the breathless Seth, cupping his face in his hand. He smiled at him before turning to Alexander. He growled:

"Do NOT interrupt me again, boy." Releasing Seth, he shoved Alexander back. The blonde stumbled back a few steps, his right leg colliding with one of the side tables. "I'm going to show you how to treat your man. You need to shut the fuck up, watch, and maybe you'll learn something."

Alexander looked at his husband. He could barely read the expression on his face. Was it disgust? Horror? Sorrow? Why didn't he say anything about this man's aggression towards him? He didn't have a moment longer to consider it. As they both stood there, Trevor shoved a hand down the back of Seth's shorts.

"Something you need to learn, Alexander, is that bottoms like your man get turned on by how you act. Let's see how Seth has reacted to being around a real man for a change."

Seth felt his hands move over his ass and between the globes of his ass. Without warning, he roughly pushed the first two fingers, and then three, into him Seth's tight hole, making him cry out at the intrusion, but still he couldn't resist. He put his thick fingers into him while pushing his palm back against him, and without foreplay, began to finger-fucked him. Seth's knees weakened as the bigger man penetrated him spreading the edges of his slit. He was already wet, his dick throbbing. Just as he was getting used to Trevor's thick fingers inside him, he withdrew them.

"You see, Seth, you were already excited before I got here," Trevor said with a golden smile. He could feel Seth's cock firmly pressing against his thigh. "That's what happens when you get even the potential of your hole being railed by a real man."

"I am a real man." Alexander almost hissed.

No one heard him.

"Now, Alexander here needs to see how different things are when he acts like a man."

Seth's pulse thudded loudly in his ears. He wanted Alexander to go. He didn't know where, but he wanted him gone. He loved the man, but... his heart, his mind, his body were begging for this man.

Finally, he looked to his husband, catching the hard line of his jaw, the flicker of restraint behind his eyes. His husband was still standing, still composed -- but just barely. And in that barely contained anger but... There was something else. He couldn't decipher what, and he wasn't about to ask.

Guilt curled low in his gut, heavy and sour. He hadn't expected Trevor to push like this. Not so soon, not so directly. And he definitely hadn't meant for it to turn into a pissing contest in the living room. But now, watching the way Alexander squared his shoulders, the way he held himself with quiet pride despite Trevor's goading, something twisted in Seth's chest -- and it wasn't just shame.

It was excitement.

Seth was brought back to reality when he felt Trevor's hand press against the top of his head, pushing him down. Seth felt his hesitance begin to fade, and his knees bent, causing him to sink to the ground.

From his position, Alexander knew what Trevor was going to try next, but was equally confident this would be the end of their ordeal. Seth wouldn't be able to suck a man off in front of him. He hadn't been with another person since they were married. It had been years. He would never betray those vows.

Trevor unzipped his fly and pulled his manhood out. Both Alexander and Seth gasped. His cock was already bigger than Alexander's and Seth's. The throbbing dark colored member pointed straight out at the man before him. Now free, the foreskin had begun to slowly move back over the enlarged head. He grabbed Seth by the hair as he knelt.

"Suck on that dick, beautiful. Show your husband what you'll do for a real man!"

Seth was turned on by how dominant Trevor was and, without thinking, took his penis in his hand and sucked on the head, him eyes looking up to the man his for approval.

"Oh yeah baby, that feels so good. Alexander needs to learn. Show him what a cocksucking slut you can be!"

Alexander stood there, silent and still. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

Seth felt Trevor get harder and bigger than he knew was possible in his mouth as he sucked on his thick rod. The Latin man used the hand holding him hair to begin to fuck his face, but his size meant he could get only half of his dick in Seth's mouth no matter how hard he pushed. Suddenly, he pulled out.

The sounds of gagging and choking filled the room. Seth followed Trevor's hips as the member penetrated in and out of his throat.

Tears began running down his cheeks, mixing with traces of saliva around the edges of his lips.

Alexander watched his husband's mouth moved over the length of the veiny, hairy dick-- in a way they hadn't on his for some time. Shock flickered, obvious and raw. Not the kind of wide-eyed, dramatic kind, but the quiet, grounded kind. The kind where you realize something real just happened, and there's no pretending otherwise.

"Seth..." his husband's name seemed to spill from his lips. Again, the pair seemed not to hear him. It was as if he'd completely disappeared in his own home.

Watching his partner bob up and down on that beautiful tool was causing his own dick to stiffen inside his jeans. As much as he wanted to deny it, it was hot.

"Here's another lesson for you, Alexander," Trevor said allowed with a sinister smile.

Trevor lifted Seth easily to his feet by his hair and immediately pulled his booty shorts to his ankles exposing his pale ass. Seth's six inch cut dick shining from precum bounced in the air. Trevor roughly took the tank top over Seth's head, then raised him up in his powerful arms by the thighs, spreading his legs apart.

"You see how wet your husband is after sucking on me? Look at that, Alexander, he's dripping!" With Seth in the air, legs spread wide his tiny pink hole and dick on display, his husband knew his body well. Trevor took Seth's dick in his hand giving it a few strokes. Seth couldn't help but moan into the air. The darker skinned man's hands were rough, certainly from the gym but they felt incredible gliding over his cock.

Alexander had been trying to look away, but the man's command raised his eyes. Sure enough, his sweet husband's pre-cum was flowing down his shaft, over Trevor's hands, and it was clear from that and his breathing that he was incredibly turned on as he held him in the air in front of his partner with ease.

"He wants it, Alexander, do you see?"

"Yes, sir..." That word slipped out. Why did he call him "sir?" All three of them heard it. An unfamiliar smile seemed to grow across Seth's face, and a sudden awareness seemed to overtake him. He suddenly knew what the hidden emotion was behind his husband's anger. Attraction. He was turned on. And yet for some reason, he didn't care. He thought he'd be thrilled to find his husband wanted this as much as he did but all cared about was the Latin dick that has fucked his mouth only moments before.

"Well, Alexander, I'm going to give it to him. It's what he needs, and you need to see how a man should treat their bottom."

Alexander knew Trevor intended to fuck his beautiful husband right in front of him and nothing was going to stop him. But this was too much. He gathered as much courage as he could and raised himself up.

"Trevor, I've had enough. Seth, I don't want to do this anymore." Alexander's voice was firm, unwavering: "Put him down and get out of our apartment."

Seth found himself... not caring. Looking into his husband's eyes, he could see the hurt mixed with sexual frustration, n and he just didn't care.

Trevor was laughing as he lowered Seth to his feet. He strode up to Alexander and pushed his soft chest, easily forcing him back. The man hit the side table again, this time causing the small lamp to fall over with a clank. The Latin man glanced down and noticed the small bulge in Alexander's pants for the first time.

"Jesus, Alexander, you really are a shriveled dick!" The man grabbed Alexander by the balls, causing the shorter man to shout. "No wonder, Seth begged me to come here and fuck him."

"He didn't!" Alexander tried to push Trevor away from him, but the man simply tightened his grip in his crotch, causing his body to contort.

Alexander called out in pain.

"He did! He's desperate for some good dick!" Trevor laughed. Looking back at Seth who stood completely naked, his hardened dick still standing straight out from his pubes, "Tell your husband about your fun time in the back room of Cleo's a few weeks ago."

With his balls still being crushed, Alexander looked to his husband; this time, it was different. He wasn't posturing or defending. Seth stood frozen in place, trying with all he had not to grip his own dick. His heart hammered in his chest, and the words he might've said -- explanations, apologies, reassurances -- they all stuck like molasses in his throat. Because he knew what Alexander saw.

Seth couldn't deny it. Even if he wanted to.

"You're not going to tell him how you got your ass railed?" Trevor laughed wickedly, "That's fine. I can show him! Where is the bedroom?"

"Follow me," Seth said simply as if this was a normal occurrence for the pair.

Finally, Trevor released the shorter man causing him to bend in pain with the release of his balls and dick. He watched as Seth led Trevor down the hall to their bedroom. He waited there a moment, wishing Seth would deny the allegations, but his husband didn't even look back at him.

Their bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth and quiet intimacy, filled with the deep, rich tones of cherry wood furniture that glowed softly in the low light. Heavy, wine-colored curtains framed the windows, casting a romantic hush over the room, while the plush bedding--ivory with hints of burgundy--added a sense of comfort and quiet luxury. Alexander worked hard to sustain their beautiful life together. Seth would have felt pity at the thought, but his body and mind were far too overcome.

"Get on your hands and knees slut, I want to fuck you from behind!" Trevor said to Seth, who had already climbed onto the queen-sized bed.

Trevor stood before the bed, taking the time to remove his tank top and release his jeans onto the floor.

A pair of vintage lamps on the matching nightstands bathed the space in amber light, gently against framed photographs, a half-read novel, and the subtle, familiar scent of sandalwood and linen.

Trevor stood with quiet arrogance, the dim light catching on his skin like it was made to highlight every sharp angle of his body. His rock-hard cock seemed to stand aggressively over the room. His abs were hard and defined, a perfect row of carved lines that caught the light as he shifted. Every inch of him seemed to glow faintly with the sheen of exertion--like he'd just stepped out of a workout or a dream--his caramel skin warm and flushed, his presence humming with self-assured heat. He knew exactly what effect he had, and he wore that knowledge like a second skin.

Climbing onto the bed behind Seth, he pushed the man's shoulders down, bringing his tight hole into view. The soft pink pucker seemed to call out for Trevor's Latin dick. For a moment he waited watching the slit pucker and release, begging to be filled.

"This tight fucking hole hasn't had a lot of experience with massive cocks, has it?"

"Aside from the time at the bar... not in many years," Seth replied, his face buried into the beautiful comforter.

"Are you upset that I told him?" Trevor ran his massive hands over the globes of Seth's ass. It was certainly a sight to behold. This delicious beauty was wasted on Alexander.

Seth knew what the dominant man was referencing. When he asked Trevor to come over, he had let it slip he got fucked a few weeks prior and needed it again.

"No." He finally responded. "He needed to know."

"About as mush as you need my dick, right now." Trevor pushed one of his fingers into the man's hole.

Seth moaned at the man's touch. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alexander's shadow appear stretched along the wall, and falling behind, he emerged in the doorway. As he looked at his husband, he wanted to feel something. Some sort of remorse, and yet he didn't.

As ready as he was, it was still difficult for Seth to take a man of Trevor's size. He worked the head of his oversized dick between his cheeks gracing the tender hole, then with sudden force he began forcing it with.

Seth almost jerked back up, but the man held his back down.

"Trevor, please be slow... it's much bigger than I'm used to!"

He ignored the young man and continued forcing himself in, stretching his hole on his thick penis. He was about halfway in now. Seth squirmed underneath his pressure, groaning into the sheets.

Trevor looked to the man's husband, barely standing in the doorway. He had a look of frustration and fear plastered on his face.

"Tell Alexander how it feels whore. He needs to hear this."

Seth moaned, then answered.

"Oh baby, even half his penis feels so much bigger than yours!" Seth cried out. Gripping the sheets, the man couldn't mince his words through the pain, "It hurts, but it feels amazing at the same time. I can't describe it! Fuuuuck!"

As Trevor's pubes finally met with Seth's ass he waited, giving the man a moment to process the state of his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alexander's hand moving. Looking his way, the husband's hand was massaging the crotch of his pants.

"Stop." Trevor demanded. And so, he did, as if the dominant Latin man had control of his will.

Trevor waited only a moment longer before he remorselessly pounded into Seth's hole.

The dark-haired man bent over the bed cried out as the massive dark rod emerged and disappeared into his depths. He felt like he could feel every pump, vein, and bend in the larger man's dick.

"I love fucking virgins, and you may as well be from what this pathetic boy has been giving you!"

Trevor's huge balls slapped against his ass as he drilled him over and over.

Seth had never felt anything like it in a long time, his ass filled completely and every nerve tingling as the tall, strong man took what he wanted. The man who had forced his way into him at the bar was nothing compared to this.

"Oh my god! Oh, Jesus, it feels so good!" Seth screamed. Instinctively he rocked his hips back into the man's thrusts trying to get as much as the man's thick cock as he could. He hadn't noticed, Trevor had taken his dick into his hand and was stroking it underneath him.

"Tell Alexander what's happening. Look at him!"

Seth turned his head to his husband; he had almost forgotten he was there. His husband stood a few feet away, still as stone, his arms hanging at his sides, fists clenched, then slowly relaxing. His face was unreadable at first--blank, almost calm--but his eyes betrayed him, glassy with a quiet ache.

"Oh, honey, I.... oh!..." Seth tried his best to find his words as the cock at his backside continued its war inside him. That was when a sudden, overwhelming feeling began to fill his body, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum on a man's cock! Trevor is... oh my god!"

Alexander watched as Trevor's hand pulled back on Seth's dick but not slowing the pounding. Rope after rope of cum began shooting across the bed past his husband's face. Seth's face was a contorted, lost in please that pulsed through his entire body. Everything about the situation and the incredible man fucking him made his senses heightened. An explosion of pleasure radiated from him ass throughout him body.

"Ahhhhh... oh my god... YES!" The man shouted as his orgasm hit its peak. Both his hole and the rest of his body convulsed as his orgasm subsided. Trevor stopped his pounding but kept his big dick inside him.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between the men. The only sounds came from Seth and Trevor's whose breathing was filling the small space. Finally, Seth decided to speak, a post orgasm smile emerging across his lips.

"Thank you so much Trevor..." He spoke in almost a whisper, "That was incredible! I can barely breathe..."

The topping man smiled but didn't say anything. Forcefully, he gripped Seth's arms, pushing him to the be, d and began twisting his body to the left. Following the man's guidance, Seth moved onto his back guiding his leg over Trevor's head, the man's dick never leaving his hole. Pushing him more fully onto the bed, Trevor lifted Seth's ass more upright and climbed on top of him in the missionary position.

"Alexander needs to learn, so this time I want you to tell him everything as we go." Trevor stared directly into Seth's eyes. "Got it?"

Seth's eyes locked on Trevor's, and the world around them disappeared. There was something electric in that gaze--an unspoken pull, thick with want and reckless need. Trevor's eyes, deep and molten, met his without flinching, daring him closer, and Seth felt the heat rise between them like a tide. Every second stretched, the air charged, the passion building in the silence like a storm about to break.

Seth didn't realize how long he'd been locked into the man's gaze until the top adjusted his pulsing cock within him, ripping him back to reality. "Got it."

With his answer, Trevor started his pounding again, one hand grabbing him by the ass, the other mauling his left nipple.

"I can feel his big cock inside me baby," Seth said with growing sensation. His eyes never left the man above him, "It's still stretching me so fucking much... God damn."

Trevor began to pick up speed.

"He's touching places I've never felt before. It feels so good!"

Moaning now. Seth's words began to become jumbled as Trevor's dick again found its rhythm and began taking the once tight hole. The man underneath the onslaught slammed his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"He's pushing against my prostate!" Seth screamed. His dick that had slowly started softening after his orgasm had stopped momentarily before it began to grow again.

Alexander felt humiliated.

The heat in his face wasn't just from anger or confusion--it was the sharp, gut-level sting of being exposed, of standing there like a stranger in his own life while something intimate unraveled in front of him. He felt stripped bare, not just by Seth's choices, but by his own response, just letting it happen. What happened to their marriage?

Seth was mentally gone--swept under by the flood of sensation and desire, lost in the press of Trevor's body against his, the heat of the moment blinding. His thoughts had scattered, drowned beneath the sharp edge of longing and the thrill of being wanted, claimed. A pleasure seemed to rip through his body, a sensation he didn't recognize. It took a moment before it became clear, and as it did his eyes widened.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum again! Fuck! It just feels so big!" Seth shouted. Much to his surprised and his husband's another round of semen began to erupt from his dick, this time spraying across his chest and abs. Slightly more fluid than the first the cum ran over the man's soft skin.

He'd never came twice during a fucking.

Trevor was thrusting as fast as he could into him, clearly close to his climax as well. His pace reached a peak and he roared as the first jet of his load erupted inside Seth's ass. Instinctively, Seth's hole gripped the massive rod, trying to pull it further in.

"Oh, fuck baby! I can feel him shooting inside me!" Seth's body jerked under Trevor's aggression.

The Latin man looked to Alexander as he groaned into what was once their private quarters. His cum coated the married man's interior. Seth's hand clawed at Trevor's muscular back as his orgasms overtook them.

As his orgasm slowly subsided and the man gave a few more deep thrusts burring his seed as far down as he could, he withdrew his penis and rolled onto his back in the spot that Alexander usually slept.

"Fucking hell Seth, you're an amazing man. That was superb!"

Seth was still catching his breath, stunned at what he had just experienced.

"You're an amazing man, Trevor!" he said through struggling breaths, "Thank you so much for this, I've never felt anything like it."

Alexander found his own breath deepened with his dick throbbing, trapped in his pants. That flicker of attraction that pulled him couldn't fully be denied, making it worse. It made him feel complicit in his own heartbreak. Like he didn't even know which part of himself to trust anymore. Alexander knew he was defeated

"Hey, Alexander," Trevor called, putting his arms behind his head and on top of Alexander's pillows. "Why don't you get yourself some of that cream pie?"

"I..." He couldn't find any words. Alexander looked to his naked husband in shock, as if seeing him for the first time--or seeing something he was never meant to witness. The man didn't say a word but simply widened his legs.

Hesitating only a moment more, Alexander made the trip across the room. Suddenly, their small bedroom felt like it was miles long. Climbing onto the bed, his hands met with his husband's seed spread over the comforter. Giving Seth one more look, he waited for a response. His husband gave none. With no response, he lowered his head between his legs. Alexander extended his tongue and started lapping at the sperm dripping from his man's hole.

"Mmm baby, that feels nice!" Seth sighed. The cold wetness of his husband's tongue against his enflamed hole was a nice relief.

Alexander pushed forward, sticking his tongue further in, trying to get at the spunk inside his ass as he could. He could taste both his husband's wetness and Trevor's saltiness at the same time. He knew there was no way he could get as deep as the man had buried his seed, and yet he continued to lap at Seth's hole.

"Oh, honey, don't stop. That's really good!" Seth placed his hand on his husband's head pushing his further into his ass. As his husband's face disappeared, he looked to the dark man next to him. Trevor seemed to be watching his husband intently.

"Oh baby, faster... right there... that feels good!"

Seth wiggled his ass along Alexander's face. He tried his best to squeeze his hole, producing more of Trevor's valuable semen. Out of the corner of his eye, Seth watched Trevor reach down. Removing his hand from his husband's head, he let Trevor replace him.

"Fuck, Alexander!" Trevor laughed, "You may actually give your husband another orgasm."

Something flickered in Seth--just a brief snap of awareness, like coming up for air after sinking too deep. Under Trevor's firm grip was his husband of three years' head burred in his ass sucking out the cum of his bull.

For a heartbeat, guilt pierced through the pleasure. A sudden, heavy understanding of what he was doing--what he had done. This wasn't some fantasy or idle curiosity. This was real.

But what surprised Seth most... was that he didn't feel the urge to stop.

The gravity of it settled in his chest--yes--but beneath it, quieter, more disturbing, was a sense of peace. Of rightness. Like he'd crossed a line he'd been inching toward for a long time, and now that he was on the other side, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.

Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Finally, Trevor shoved Alexander's head back and moved closer to the man next to him. Lightly, he guided Seth's head to his chest, where it seemed to fit perfectly nestled between his pecs and left shoulder.

Seth, flushed and spent, let his body melt into Trevor's, his breath evening out, the last threads of tension unwinding from his limbs. His head rested against the taller man's chest, lulled by the warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Whatever had happened--whatever it meant--Seth had surrendered to it fully, eyes fluttering shut, his expression soft with a quiet, almost childlike peace.

Trevor looked up, meeting Alexander's gaze with an unreadable calm. "We'll need privacy," he said, voice low and firm. "I'm staying the night."

The words hit like a slap. Alexander didn't move. Didn't respond. Just stood there, staring--not at Trevor, but at Seth. His husband. His sleeping husband. Peaceful. Content. Draped across another man's body like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Something inside Alexander crumpled silently.

Without a word, he turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. His steps were slow, defeated. In the hallway closet, he pulled out a spare pillow and an old fleece blanket, the scent of home clinging to it in a way that made his chest ache. He padded quietly to the living room, unfolded the blanket with practiced hands, and lay down on the couch.

No tears. No outburst. Just silence.

He lay there in the dim light, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of the house shifted--distant, muffled, intimate.

As Alexander tossed and turned trying to sleep, Seth slept deeply just down the hall--his breathing slow, his body still tucked against Trevor's warmth. But behind his closed eyes, his mind was anything but quiet.

In his dreams, Seth moved through a haze of heat and hands, laughter echoing in dimly lit rooms, bodies pressed close in crowded, pulsing spaces. He saw flashes of skin, felt lips at his throat, fingers on his waist.

And in the dream, he never once looked back.

He didn't see Alexander.

Didn't hear him.

He was ready for more.