Accidental Gay Party Foul

We were at one of my wife's amateur theater group parties at the house of the director, Cecil, a well-dressed gay man with a bouffant hairdo and a loud voice. They had just successfully staged the opening night of a comedy on which my wife Jupiter was a sound engineer, and the mood was one of exhilaration. Booze was flowing freely, and the assembled crowd of all ages and stripes was chatting excitedly. Jupe, as they called her, was laughing with a group of young actors and actresses. She always attracted a vibrant circle of friends, and, not surprisingly in a theater group, many of them were gay, so, although I didn't know the men who were fawning and giggling along with her, I was never worried about the flirting being anything other than platonic. She adored these people but I tended towards boredom. I didn't know the acting crowd very well even though I'd been to a lot of these events.

One guy, Tim, whom I'd met before, was refilling his wine at the same time as me from an unidentified bottle of cheap red wine which he shared, splitting the contents evenly between us to finish it off. Tim was the husband of one of the lead actors. Tall, slim and rather effeminate, wearing a woman's white blouse and very tight jeans, he had blond tips in his hair, diamond earrings and subtle eye makeup. His husband, Kyle, was more masculine, although still obviously gay. I glanced over at Kyle who was laughing at a joke made by one of the group around Jupe.

I found myself wondering about the life of a gay man. What would it be like to go to bed with another man? To wake up naked in the same bed? Would it be so different from Jupiter and me? Someone still has to do the grocery shopping, decipher the TV remote and take out the rubbish on a Monday evening. I found myself idly wondering what it would be like to have sex with a gay guy.

I suppose you could say I have been mildly bi-curious over the five years since my last year at college, when I had indulged in one memorable mutual masturbation session with my roommate, Kevin. I'm not attracted to men and have never had the urge to date one, but I did -- or do -- have a sort of abiding fascination for the ever-changing male penis. I'd never told my wife about my occasional homoerotic dreams featuring men with sizeable phalluses, but the male cock was, well, let's just say interesting to me. Kevin had been bigger than me in that department, and I had to admit it had been incredibly exciting to wrap my hand around his thick, warm shaft and jerk him off. This particular memory tended to surface at events like these when mixing with so many members of the gay community. While this was going through my head, Tim spoke to me, jolting me out of my reverie.

"It's too hot in here," he said with a slight eye roll to indicate our shared camaraderie as outsiders: we were the less important spouses of the hard-working and mostly tipsy thespians, "... but there's a nice deck out the back. Let's go out there and get some air."

Welcoming the diversion, I followed him out the sliding patio door onto the unlit deck where the night air was pleasantly cool. A new moon hung low in the black velvet sky over the trees at the back of the property. There were a couple of guys I didn't recognize leaning against the deck rail talking and smoking, but Tim led me in the other direction, around the corner where we were out of sight of everybody. He produced a fat joint with a big grin. Now I understood why we were here. He lit it, flicking a plastic lighter in a cupped hand and inhaling deeply before offering me a hit, which I declined with a wave of my hand. I was already pretty woozy from two generous plastic cups of strong Malbec, and was now holding my third, so I was trying (but failing) to pace myself. His amused smile was friendly as he blew out a cloud of aromatic smoke. "Are you sure?" he swivelled the joint expertly in his fingers to indicate that his offer was still open, "you seem as if you could relax a tiny bit more."

"Nah. I think I'll probably get a contact high from you anyway," I said jokingly. I was tempted though. If he offered again I might weaken. As I looked at him my heart was beating faster although I couldn't say why. Perhaps just the unfamiliar intimacy and unspoken promise of standing so close to an attractive gay man with nobody else around. Who knew what might happen? I wanted to ask him what it was like being gay. Did he like it? He always seemed happy, but I sensed a reflective, perhaps morose side to him, which came through in his sardonic sense of humor. I gulped down half my wine in one swallow.

"You'd need to stand much closer to get a contact high," Tim chuckled, and to my amazement he confidently slid a hand around my waist and pulled me up against him, so our hips were touching.

It felt electric. I was conscious of the sweet aroma of his cologne in addition to the strong smell of the pot. His hand slipped down a bit, with his fingers stroking inappropriately close to one ass cheek. It would have seemed rude to pull away or brush his hand off, and anyway it was actually rather fun and felt a bit naughty to stand like this in the dark while our spouses were yukking it up inside, oblivious to our covert intimacy. Flirting with a gay man felt exciting. I liked it.

"Come on, I haven't tried this since high school," he said, lifting the joint close to his lips. "Exhale," he said. I looked confused. "Come on, exhale, all the way out," he instructed, so I breathed out air as he sucked in a big hit of smoke. I only realized at the very last second what he had in mind. Holding his breath, he leaned close to me and pressed his mouth to mine. We parted our lips at the same instant and I instinctively inhaled as he breathed out, sucking down a lungful of smoke from his open mouth into mine. He laughed as I coughed, "Haha, that was fun. Haven't done that in a long time. Now that's a contact high!" he teased.

I could feel the dizzying effect almost immediately. It was strong pot. Amazingly, it gave me a slight hard-on which felt nice. We drew apart and sipped on our plastic wine in silence. I was trying to make sense of the fact that I'd just kissed a man. Not a proper kiss, but our open mouths had been pressed together intimately for several seconds. I didn't really want to admit it to myself at that point, but I'd definitely enjoyed it, and so had my cock.

"Did you always know you were attracted to men?" I asked finally. I wasn't sure how much time had gone past or who had spoken last. I was pretty stoned.

"Oh yes, from a very early age," he said, "I always knew I liked guys, and oh my god I love to suck cock. Now Kyle on the other hand, he dated girls in college. He was oblivious until he was about 25."

I was shocked at his blatant admission that he loved fellatio. I found myself staring at the front of his tight jeans to see if the bulge there had grown bigger. I wasn't very familiar with checking out another guy's crotch, so I wasn't sure, but his jeans did look very full of cock under the strained convex curve of his zipper. The heady excitement of gazing at another man's bulge with intent was thrilling. I raised my eyes to look enviously at the shrinking joint as it burnt closer to his fingers.

"Want another hit?" he asked, holding it out it to me. I just looked blankly at him, watching the red glow of the roach glinting in his dark eyes. There was a long pause. "Oh, you want one like before," he said with a knowing smile. I put my drink down on the broad wooden railing next to us, embarrassed to admit it, but that was exactly what I wanted. Taking a hit from his mouth like that had been so deliciously sinful -- not just an illegal substance, but a wickedly daring delivery method too.

I felt reckless and high as his hand snaked around my hips again, this time touching my behind more intimately, but I didn't resist. He pulled me very firmly close to him, turning me so we were face to face, and then put his hand on the back of my head to pull my mouth to his. It felt very sexual and I liked it. Even though he had effeminate features, he was very fit, and his arms were strong, making me feel like one of those helpless women in a 1950s movie being yanked towards her leading man for a passionate kiss. Despite my confused state, I remembered to exhale first, keeping my lips apart so he could press his open mouth to mine once again. I was better prepared this time, and willingly accepted his loaded kiss, inhaling the stinging smoke deep into my lungs, enjoying the warmth of his body as he pulled me up against him. I had to steady myself with both hands on his chest to avoid falling forwards. His hand seemed to be gaining familiarity with my ass as he held me tightly, and our mouths stayed locked together for an eternity while I breathed out smoke through my nose. I was suddenly conscious of the way his big bulge was pressing against the front of my jeans, making my cock pulse pleasantly against his. It was nice. I had been consumed with curiosity about what it would be like to kiss a guy and now I was finding out.

I held our open mouths together as long as I could, wondering what the hell people would think if they saw us. He must have sensed my eagerness, but he disappointed me by breaking away again although he kept us in a lovers' close embrace, his hand still possessively parked on my rear. He stubbed out the roach on the rail, and threw it into the darkness, but neither one of us pulled away from each other. I liked the warmth of his large, masculine hand resting familiarly on my bottom, it felt intimate and sexy. Unencumbered by the smoldering joint, he put both arms around me and held my body close to his for a long, highly enjoyable pleasant moment while we both let the marijuana seep into our bloodstreams. I hoped Jupe or Kyle wouldn't wander over at that moment to find their spouses pressed together like this, with me lustfully sliding my tongue over my lips to communicate that I yearned for another kiss. The image of how we must look together -- like two gay men -- gave me a stab of forbidden pleasure in my loins and I felt myself becoming furiously turned on.

With his face so close I was staring into the pale gray pools of his lovey eyes, highlighted with girlish eyeliner that made him look unexpectedly attractive in an androgynous, even feminine, way, and the lush curves of his full lips suddenly looked strangely enticing. I think by this point my curiosity had crossed over into outright attraction to him. He looked quite beautiful in the moonlight.

It dawned on me that I was being confronted by a thrilling possibility. An unexpected chance to explore something in myself that I had quite literally dreamed about and didn't want to let go. I had a raging erection which felt absolutely fucking wonderful in my jeans, and I wondered if he was similarly turned on. I hoped he was. I suspected from the delicious curve of his manhood that I'd seen gracing the front of his jeans that he had no underwear on and that he was, well let's just say very well hung. Gifted in the cock department. Well endowed. I giggled randomly at the phrase. I don't know what was making me hornier, the strong pot or the unbridled excitement of breaking a new sexual boundary, namely making out with a guy.

It felt deliciously naughty when Tim's free hand slid around me to grab my other butt cheek. Now he was holding my ass in both hands, pulling me firmly against him. I felt like a wanton slut in his arms as he jammed his crotch to mine as if they were welded together. My heart was pounding. This was it, and I wasn't even putting up the slightest resistance. I was just letting it happen. I was just as excited as the time I'd lost my virginity to Vicky Hargreaves in the back of her father's Malibu.

At last he pressed his mouth to mine again, this time for a proper kiss, pulling me hard up against his strong, male body with both hands on my ass, and I liked it. Am I kidding? I fucking loved it. His soft lips were heavenly as they explored mine. I knew nothing about kissing a man or being gay, but the thrilling idea of men having sex together continued to intrigue me. I was fascinated by it. Same-sex relationships seemed exotic and tempting in a forbidden way, and was curious to learn more. What would it be like?

I really loved being held in his arms like this, in a powerful male embrace like a helpless girl. Having his hands cupping my buttocks while his sensual lips crushed mine felt erotic and deliciously confusing, making my cock pulse and drip into my underwear, growing eager and stiff as it enthusiastically nuzzled its head against the tantalizing bulge in Tim's well stuffed jeans. It craved more too.

His lips were soft and his mouth was persuasive -- laden with the promise of sinful passion. The kind of passion that could easily spin out of control. I was a married man, for god's sake, what was I doing? But I didn't want to stop. No. This wickedly intimate moment of forbidden pleasure with him was hot, dirty and very, very sexy. I know I was really high, but my god, kissing him was a wet dream. Better than any girl: it was so fucking erotic to be desired like this, and it felt so naughty. He was kissing me hungrily, as if he wanted to eat me quickly like a melting ice cream. No woman had ever craved my body the way his kisses communicated to me. It was intoxicating.

I yielded to my desires and tilted my pelvis up, tensing my buttocks to shove my stiff erection forward, wanting to increase the friction against his tool which I could now feel growing thicker and harder in his tightening jeans. Our tongues curled sensually together, and I closed my eyes in pleasure as his wonderfully experienced hands massaged my grateful ass cheeks liberally, exploring and squeezing both globes in a powerful male grasp that was unapologetic in its possessive sexual greed. I was acting the part of a slutty girl with my tongue going deeply into his mouth, being so lasciviously dirty, and I sighed with unadulterated pleasure. Mmm, I loved it. It was making me dizzy with need and sexual yearning.

Kissing a man was so different, not just because of the force of his passion: I loved the feeling of his erection too: the physical embodiment of his towering sexual desires. And I loved that my ass was being handled like a sex toy--an object of homoerotic lust--by a gay man. It felt dangerously tempting. I could tell he was getting more and more turned on by it, and so was I. I should have been ashamed of myself, but I really wasn't. No woman -- least of all my wife -- had ever kissed me so hungrily, with such pent-up yearning and such shameless lust. I was panting for him, breathing hard as we deep kissed, aching for him to touch my cock. I sucked helplessly on his tongue, thinking about how incredibly erotic it would be to undo our jeans and keep on kissing out here on the deck, fondling each other's stiff, naked cocks, even though we might be discovered at any minute.

I started to feel faint with the drug going through my brain and with wanting. I wanted him to undress me and explore me everywhere with his magical tongue. I wanted him to lick my whole body. Mmm yes, a hot, horny male lover who couldn't wait to suck my cock and maybe even fuck my ass. Jesus. So fucking hot. I don't know if I would ever have gone that far with Tim, but I loved the thought that I was tempting him with my body, getting him so turned on that he might completely lose control. Oh god, what would happen then? Did he want to fuck me? My cock surged at the idea, releasing yet another pulse of wetness into my already wet underwear. Would I let him?

Of course it would be wrong on so many levels. I knew I shouldn't, but at the same time I knew I might. I probably wouldn't hold back. I wanted to experience everything with him--to hold his cock and feel him cum, the way I had with Kevin just that one time that I'd always secretly longed to repeat.

I was disappointed when he suddenly pulled away, saying he needed the bathroom. "Come on," he urged, moving towards the patio door, "there's one upstairs," and I realized with a rush of heady arousal that he meant for us to go together. I knew it was a bad idea. I shouldn't have let him kiss me like that, because now I was in such a lather of sexual arousal that I couldn't stop. I craved more.

I walked awkwardly across the crowded room towards the stairs, a few seconds behind Tim, hoping that nobody would talk to me or spot that my stiff-legged gait was because my cock was completely rigid between my legs. As I started up the staircase, I caught sight of my wife across the room and we locked eyes. I tried a cheery wave as I went up, but she just smiled disapprovingly. She knew me well enough to know -- even at that distance -- that I was probably high, and I'm sure she was wondering what mischief I was up to. I felt a twinge of shame at my wantonness.

But honestly I didn't care by that point -- not enough to change course anyway. I watched the sway of Tim's peachy behind, firm and muscular in his tight jeans, disappearing upstairs ahead of me, and I lusted after it. I wanted nothing more than to go into the darkened second floor with Tim and continue making out with him, preferably with no clothes on. I felt so thoroughly debauched yet so excited at this new side of me. Was I really going to let another man do whatever he wanted with me? As I reached the top of the stairs and looked for Tim I was burning with curiosity and desire. At that moment of temporary insanity, I was longing to go somewhere private with him. I wanted him to kiss me some more.

It was no big deal, I told myself, just kissing a guy to see what would happen. But then I wondered if we would get so insanely aroused we would simply start to suck or even fuck. What would it be like? The thought was electrifying. He was hungry for me--for my body--and I loved that. Would I let him undress me completely? And even suck my cock?

Yes. I would.

He dragged me into a bathroom but didn't turn on the light. He closed and locked the door behind us while I silently inhaled his musky cologne and the sweet aroma of marijuana. My heart was pounding with excitement, fear and shame. Then he pulled me silently to him. I put my arms submissively around his neck and opened my mouth to let him kiss me again, even more passionately than before, his tongue probing my mouth in a way that communicated the urgency of his raw, unbridled lust. We pressed our crotches together. It felt incredible. I think I was whimpering with excitement. I kissed him back willingly, loving his unabashed ardour. This must be how gay men are together -- shameless in displaying their sexual desire, holding nothing back. I moaned when he caressed the length of my erection through my jeans with one exploring hand. I was loving this. I adored the delicious sensation of his big male hand cupping my genitals while his other one massaged my ass, which he obviously loved to death. The heat of his kisses was intense. The way he swirled his sexy tongue in my mouth was utterly exquisite, turning me on until I felt lightheaded with arousal and longing. I wanted him to touch me properly--and I wanted to touch him too, but I'd never been seduced by another man like this and I didn't know how to act. I hardly dared to feel for the object of my desire, so I was thrilled beyond belief when he took my hand and guided it to his bulging crotch, placing my palm on the thick, pulsating log that was as hard as a steel bar in his over-stuffed pants, alive with his animal heat.

It was incredibly exciting to touch another guy's cock for the very first time. Well, second time. I went slowly, tentatively exploring it, moving my fingers experimentally to feel the thrilling shape and length of his hardness and even the size of his testicles between his thighs. I thought I was going to pass out with the intense rush of arousal that swept through my body, overwhelming any sense of reason. I sucked on his tongue, delirious with joy, as I squeezed his girthy cock, revelling in the way he kissed me back. His warm hand on my ass controlled me, holding me still as his fingers skillfully undid my jeans and pushed the zip all the way down so he could thrust his hand inside my underwear to cover the entirety of my hot, naked genitals. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I sighed pleasurably into his mouth when he made contact with it, then groaned audibly at the erotic sensations when he released my dripping hard-on from my underwear and pulled my pants down. It surged upwards, hot and naked, into his exploring grasp.

I was naked from the waist down, and we kissed wetly while his manipulations caused an overload of sexual pleasure to flow through me like a tsunami, sweeping away any rational thoughts in a deluge of lust. Nothing remained but the raw thrill of animal sex and the desire for orgasm in this dark, sinful bathroom with this beautiful man. He held my naked cock in his fist while we continued to make out, and he slowly jacked up and down my dripping shaft, causing me to whimper with sexual overload as waves of dopamine flooded the pleasure center of my brain.

I already knew that I couldn't stop, and I didn't want to. I mashed my open mouth to his and sucked his tongue like a needy slut to let him know that I was going to take this as far as he wanted to go. He had my permission to do whatever he wanted with my body. I could hardly believe how excited I was. My cock throbbed with need in his hand.

I wanted to hold his hot, naked erection and to press it against mine, so I eagerly undid his tight jeans and unzipped him. He grunted with arousal as I pulled them down, sucking on his tongue like a shameless whore as I yanked his pants impatiently downwards using both hands. I urgently wanted to undress him, to feel his nakedness against me. I was so hot for him I could hardly wait. As I suspected, he had nothing on at all underneath. His deliciously thick, hard tool projected itself rudely up for my attention like a powerful sword, curving upwards and inwards. I plunged my hands excitedly down between his thighs, exploring his balls, his long, erect cock stiff and hot between my wrists. I held them reverently in one hand while running the fingertips of my other hand teasingly upwards, caressing the moleskin softness of his gorgeous tool, all the way up the long smooth pole from his tight ball sac to where the swollen head lay wet and throbbing against his lightly furred belly. It excited me that he was dripping with arousal. Dripping for me! He wanted me. I gasped with the sudden, intense realization that he had a truly beautiful cock. I loved it.

So there we were with our pants down in the bathroom, high on pot and kissing like oversexed prom dates while we rubbed our naked cocks together in sublime ecstasy.

Sucking on Tim's tongue gave me an inexplicable urge to suck on his hard cock too, and I masturbated it eagerly, loving the way the silky smooth shaft pulsed in my hands. I wanted to go down on my knees like a slutty girl so I could lick and suck the full length of his beautiful big erection and make him cum in my mouth, but he beat me to it, bending down to take me into his hot, wet mouth. Omigod it felt fantastic. I groaned as he sucked me. It was exquisite. I could feel the orgasm climbing unstoppably in my balls. I was about to unload everywhere. We could hear voices outside which only amped up our sense of urgency, so he released me and came up for a cock-flavored kiss. Somebody was knocking on the door, asking if anyone was in there, but Tim wouldn't let me go. He had one hand on my ass while the other was doing dreamy things to my cock. I kissed him hard. Thoughts of greedily sucking him off filled my head, making me swoon with homosexual lust. Oh god, I longed to finally fulfil the secret, dirty oral sex fantasy that I'd carried with me since the day I'd make Kevin cum so sweetly in our dorm room, but we were running out of time. Tim pulled our bodies close, mouth to mouth and cock to cock, and I felt myself about to boil over. Ignoring whoever was outside, I closed my eyes to enjoy the long, delicious kiss while he held both our cocks together -- thrillingly hot, hard and naked in one big, masculine hand -- and masturbated us both to completion. He came first, deluging my penis with lovely warm spurts of his slippery sex cream.

The exquisite pleasure of feeling him massage his silky semen into my shaft made me ejaculate too, and I cried out in release, holding onto his neck, as I too spurted uncontrollably, gushing my wet seed in spasmodic pumps all over him.

We tried to clean up as best we could, knowing our spouses would be suspicious, then we left the bathroom one after the other, trying to avoid the gaze of the two curious party-goers who were waiting to use the bathroom. It was unlikely I could get away with this without having to explain it to my wife. She was an understanding woman, having been brought up by a hippie couple who obviously thought the name Jupiter was cool, but I didn't know how she would take the news that I'd been caught pretty much with my pants down with another man.

We came downstairs to see that the party was breaking up. Two couples were saying "great to see you" as they went out the front door. Jupiter looked at me suspiciously, and her eyes dropped to the giant wet patch on my jeans. "Did you spill your drink?" she asked, looking down again. I hoped she wouldn't spot that Tim had similar cum stains on his shirt and jeans, but she did glance over at him too.

"Um, yes," I said, glad to be given an excuse,

"Well it's time we left, anyway, so let's go," she said, suddenly in a hurry, which was fine by me. We said our goodbyes and got in the car, luckily with her driving because I was still high as fuck and probably drunk too. After we pulled out of the driveway she put her hand on my knee, touching one of the wet patches. I realized I was covered in an amazing amount of cum. My shirt front felt cold where it was sticking wetly to me, and even in the darkness I could see the huge dark splashes on my jeans. "Jesus, this isn't all your semen for god's sake? Is it?"

"Um, no," I admitted, glad that she couldn't see my blushes in the dark. Now that we were alone together I was horrified at my behavior -- I'd let a gay man suck me and jack us both off in the bathroom. And I would have sucked him off too and done who knows what else if we hadn't been interrupted. It had been an incredible experience, one that I knew I would want to try again. But I was embarrassed to confess all this to my lovely, patient wife, even though she is pretty open-minded. "Some of it's mine," I said finally.

"And...?"

"Um, a lot of it is Tim's," I said, wondering if we were about to have a furious row. This was a pretty big infidelity on my part. I had no idea what would happen, or even if my marriage could survive this, but there was no point in lying to her. It was clear that I was covered in more than just my own cum, and even that would be difficult to explain.

"I see," she said coldly, "well, we're going to have to talk about this in the morning."

The next morning, after Jupe had time to sleep on it, and perhaps get used to the idea that her husband had experienced a homosexual tryst with another man, she was clearly very annoyed. She'd already been on the phone to Kyle to compare notes apparently, and to her best friend Christy, and was making coffee when I came into the kitchen. The previous night we'd gone to bed without speaking to one another.

"So, I heard you and Tim were locked in the upstairs bathroom together for quite some time," she said, measuring coffee into the machine. I couldn't see her face, so I wasn't sure what she was thinking. Her expression could have been murderous fury or amused acceptance.

"Er, yeah," I admitted, feeling like a naughty schoolboy in front of the headmistress.

"Doing what?" she asked with an eyebrow up. "My husband in the bathroom with a gay man for nearly an hour -- what could you possibly have been doing together?"

"Um, well, maybe drugs?" I suggested, not very convincingly. She just looked at me. "And a little bit of cocksucking." I finally confessed.

"Really!?" she seemed stunned by this news, even though I thought it was obvious enough that there was no point in lying.

"Did he suck you or did you suck him?"

"Mmm yeah," I blushed, "I let him suck my cock."

"Fuck! Was he good at it? And did you suck his cock too!?" she demanded, looking incredulous,

"No, I mean yes he was good, and no I didn't. But I wanted to," I admitted, still blushing, furiously embarrassed at confessing my dirtiest gay fantasies to my wife. Saying it out loud was giving me a hard-on.

"My god, you boys and your ridiculous penises. You can't leave them alone, can you?" She turned away to get out two mugs, "So, I want to hear the details. You'd better tell me the whole thing if you want to stay married. I want the whole truth, OK? First of all, did you like it?"

"Umm, yeah. Actually I loved it." I decided to be completely honest with her and confess the true extent of my kinky bisexual experience and how much I'd enjoyed it. She was starting at me thunderstruck, waiting for more, "... so, what happened was, we went out on the deck and smoked a joint and I must have been pretty high. I supposed my inhibitions were down," I admitted.

"Hmm, I see. Go on," she said, pouring us both steaming hot mugs of coal black coffee. She liked it strong. She sat facing me, looking hard into my face, "what then?"

"Something happened -- he breathed the smoke into my mouth, and then we were kissing," I said.

She was just looking at me, but she wasn't angry, thank goodness. In fact if anything I would say her intrigued expression verged on distain, or was it excitement?

"... but to be completely honest I really loved kissing Tim," I confessed, "It was sort of accidental. But he's a really good kisser."

"Oh. So you kissed a guy. A gay guy. Has this ever happened before?"

"Um, no, Tim's the first guy I've ever kissed," I said truthfully. She seemed to relax a bit at that. Clearly I wasn't leading a double life as a gay man, but had perhaps just got a bit too carried away.

"And you're saying it was accidental. Expect me to believe that? You made out with another man by accident?" There was a long silence while I stared at the floor. "... and I suppose you got hard kissing him, did you? And playing with his cock?" she asked. I nodded glumly "You liked it, didn't you? Tell me the truth." I was blushing hard with shame and embarrassment at telling my wife what I'd done, but at the same time my cock was waking up at the memory of how deliciously sexy the whole incident had been. To my surprise, Jupe wasn't giving me the disapproving look that I expected. I wasn't sure but she might even have had a slight smile on her face. She seemed confused but perhaps not angry, which was lucky. I didn't want this to break up my marriage.

"While we kissed, um, well, he undid my jeans, and I unzipped him too." My cock throbbed at the confession. I was getting a visibly stiff hard-on by this point. "And we kissed some more. He was playing um with my ass and my cock too." My cheeks were burning red at this confession.

"So you were kissing him with your pants down, playing with each other. Have I got that right?" She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fascination, "I thought my husband was straight but somehow you just found yourself accidentally making out with a guy, and you both thought it was a nice idea to take your pants down?" I was starting to wonder if she was really angry with me or if she secretly liked the image of her husband playing with a gay man's erection.

"Um, well, yes."

"And...? Does he have a nice cock?" She was encouraging me to say more and admit to the full depths of my homosexual depravity.

"Um, yes, and, well, I didn't stop him when he, um, bent over and took my cock in his mouth," I said quietly. My erection pulsed pleasurably in my pants. The tip felt wet.

"You're saying you just let him do it?" she questioned, faking anger. "Come on, you wanted him to suck you, didn't you? And you wanted to suck his cock too, you already told me that. Did he make you cum? Fuck, I can see you're getting all hard in your shorts telling me about it." She had me there. It was true, I had been completely ready to suck his cock willingly, and I think I would have loved having it in my mouth. She seemed to be lost in thought for a long time, just looking at me. She dropped her eyes to my erection again, then back to my face.

"He made us both cum. All over one another. While we were kissing." I blurted out.

"Well that explains all that filthy wet cum all over your clothes," she said, suddenly seeming disgusted at the whole episode. "Admit that you liked it, at least," she said at last, "Be honest with me. Tell me you liked doing it and you'd like to do it again, am I right?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes I liked doing it--kissing Tim and, um, well, cumming together," I admitted, feeling an urge to masturbate.

"And?"

My voice dropped to a whisper as she forced my deepest secrets out of me, "... and I'd like to do it again." I said finally. There was a very long pause.

"I'm going out now, round to my friend Christy's house," she said crisply, "because I need to think about this, and I need the advice of another woman. Maybe Christy and I should make out too. What would you think about that?" She seemed angry again. "How would you like that? Would you like to see me kissing my female friend? Because my pussy is very wet right now after you've told me all this disgusting gay stuff. I'm really confused right now sweetie, but also very turned on, and I can't think straight."

She got up and left the house.

As soon as she'd gone I unzipped myself and put my hand into my shorts. I desperately wanted some relief after reliving that incredibly erotic night and confessing all my gay proclivities to her. I was rock hard and needed to masturbate. I was sorry I'd betrayed my wife but, fuck! Thinking about what Tim and I had done together was so hot. She'd even made me say I would like to do it again, which was the truth. I had loved it.

Jupiter and I didn't mention this conversation again for a couple of weeks, but her libido seemed to be in high gear. I knew she was furious with me but we had a lot of hot sex, with her riding on my cock every night, the way she did when she was extra horny. Meanwhile I couldn't stop thinking about cocksucking. Sometimes, as I orgasmed inside her deliciously wet pussy with my eyes closed, I was thinking about the insanely erotic fantasy of having a man's thick tool on my tongue and my mouth filling up with a load of hot, male cum.

Then something strange happened. We were out to dinner one night when I caught sight of Tim across the other side of the restaurant, having dinner with his husband. He hadn't seen me, and Jupiter didn't notice him at first, but I found myself staring at him in fascination. This was the man I'd made out with in the bathroom. The lighting caught his blond highlights and a glint of his diamond earrings and I got an unexpectedly powerful erection. He was an attractive man.

I didn't say anything to Jupe, but the uncontrolled response of my body was incredible. My cock just pulsed unstoppably up into a full, thick hardon, so I had to put my hand down to move it aside, and I shifted in my seat to get comfortable.

"What's going on with you?" Jupe asked, following my gaze. We were sitting at the corner of the bar next to one another. She caught sight of Tim and sneeringly joked, "Oh look, there's your gay lover over there, babe." I assume she already suspected something, because then she slid her hand into my lap and her eyes widened in shock, "Oh my god!" she said, staring at me in amazement, "You're rock hard!" she felt the dimensions of my truly world-beating hardon, "Wow -- you just see him and your cock is like a baseball bat? Fuck, sweetie, that's so kinky of you. We are definitely going to have to do something about that. I need to talk to Kyle and find out what he thinks about you crushing on his husband like this."

* * * * * * * * * * *

That weekend, Jupe came to me when I was sitting scrolling in the kitchen, saying we needed to talk. She was dressed very nicely in a black blouse and red stretchy miniskirt as if she was about to go out. She told me she was going day drinking with Christy, but first we had something we needed to talk about.

I knew I was in trouble, so I put down my phone. I was a little jealous that she would take so much trouble to dress so attractively for her female friend. Quite a slutty outfit, in fact. I could see she was braless under her almost sheer top. I wondered if the two of them had experimented with lesbian sex. I half hoped they had because the thought of her with another woman was highly erotic, and because it would give me a pass for my dalliance with Tim.

We sat in our kitchen while she explained her plan. "I've been thinking, you know, about your little sexual exploration with Tim." I looked at her nervously. She had a stern look on her face. "I think you need to do a forfeit. A punishment really, for your bad behavior. Because not only did you cheat on me, it was with another guy. Do you remember how you weren't remorseful or sorry. In fact you said you loved it and you'd like to do something like that again, didn't you?"

"Um, well, yes," I admitted, blushing with shame, "I've also been thinking about it," I confessed, "quite a lot, in fact. So, yeah."

She raised an eyebrow at this confession. "Oh have you? I thought as much. Stand up a sec," she commanded. I stood up as she requested and she gave me a very hard smack on the bottom. "You are a Very. Naughty. Boy." She punctuated her words with sharp spanks which I was surprised really hurt. "I've been talking to Kyle about it. He's less bothered than I am that his husband had a little fling with another man, but together we have come up with a plan. Sit down again."

I sat, wondering where this dominating woman had come from, and what had happened to the calm, demure Jupiter I was familiar with. My wife seemed to be full of fire right now.

"So, Tim's birthday's coming up, and Kyle's throwing a party for all his gay friends. It will probably be kind of wild. Anyway, Kyle's inviting us and I think we should go, don't you?" I nodded, thinking I might get off lightly here, "... and you should somehow atone for what you did. Don't you think?" Although I immediately loved the idea of going to a gay party, I was nervous about the atonement she mentioned.

She came and sat on my lap and whispered conspiratorially in my ear, "Do you want to kiss Tim again? I'd kind of like to see it, so I already checked with Kyle and he said he'd be OK with you making out with his husband, and this time I want to watch," she said with a girlish giggle.

This was incredible. Far from sanctioning my slutty homosexual behavior, she was condoning it. I think my sexy wife was actually giving me the opportunity to do more with Tim, this time with her permission. I could hardly believe it. Of course I was enthusiastically on board. I liked the implication that I could be a little bit gay for her. But she wasn't finished yet.

"He's got the date and catering organized, and -- this is the part you're gonna love, baby -- we're going to hire some male models that you are going to pay for. About half a dozen pretty boys who are paid to deliver special services, with no holds barred. Nothing will be off-limits," she looked at me slyly before continuing. "Kyle wants to have a clothing optional pool and hot tub party with them. Do you like this idea? You can ogle all those peachy naked boys and big cocks and get yourself all in a lather over them. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh god," I said weakly. I had a feeling there was more coming, and I was right. She was squirming on my lap and I knew she could feel my excitement growing, pushing into her buttocks, affirming her suspicions that I was thrilled at the idea of a wild, all male, totally gay party. And, while I was appalled at her idea of a punishment, and a little bit afraid, it was making us both very horny.

"It sounds pretty hot," I said, wondering if she was trying to trap me into confessing a bit too much about my gay fantasies, which had grown exponentially since my erotic incident with Tim. The truth was I had been thinking about cock every night, and had been experimentally checking out guys during the day, trying out the idea of being sexually intimate with them. Somehow my naughty experience with Tim had ignited something in me, in a big way. I'd been masturbating twice a day in addition to making love with Jupe, and had been fantasizing continuously about having sex with men. The erotic fantasy of kissing a guy and sucking his beautiful big cock was growing more tempting and seductive all the time. I'd never sucked a guy's cock, but the fantasy of having one in my mouth was intensely sexy and was becoming increasingly desirable. I really wanted to try it.

"Clothing won't be optional for you, though babe," Jupiter said, "No, sweetie. If you want to suck cock like a filthy whore, I want you to dress the part. As part of your punishment you're going to be dressed as a girl. A hot, slutty girl in a revealing minidress with stockings, lip gloss, nail polish and fuck-me heels. I can't wait to see you mingling with all these hot boys in full make-up, like a hooker, with slutty lipstick and everything, complete with blonde highlights in your hair and sparkly earrings. Don't worry, Christy and I are going to make you into a really pretty slut, darling. Under your dress you'll be wearing a padded bra and women's panties." I looked at her in wide-eyes amazement, partly horrified and partly aroused by what she was suggesting, "... and I want to see you kissing not just Tim, but all the boys, darling. You want to kiss boys, don't you?" I just looked at her in astonishment, which she took to mean yes, "Since you like kissing gay men so much I'm going to make you do it more. A whole lot more, and this time under my supervision. So this will be your chance to gorge yourself and let your true gay feelings out. Dance, fondle and kiss the men like a proper party slut. All of them. By the end of the night I want you to have had a proper make-out session in front of me with every one of the gay guys there, OK? Just like you did with Tim, only this time in women's clothing with everyone watching."

"Oh fuck," I swore quietly, not knowing what to say. I was simultaneously aroused, embarrassed, turned on and ashamed of myself all at the same time. I knew I would have to do what she said if I wanted to save my relationship. I also thought it sounded heavenly. Kissing Tim had set off an uncontrollable need in me--a longing to experiment more with gay sex. This would not a punishment at all: I wanted it. Dressing as a girl would be a crushing humiliation, but somehow it only made the whole idea more sinfully desirable to me.

"Don't make it seem like you don't want to do this," Jupiter continued in a scolding tone, "you already told me you do. And I know you've been thinking about men when you've been masturbating, when you think I'm asleep, haven't you? You've been having sordid gay sex fantasies. And now it's time to pay the piper. Show me what you're really made of, OK?"

I could only groan in response. I was terrified but also incredibly horny. She moved onto the chair next to me and motioned to my hard cock. "Take it out, sweetie, let me see it. Let me see how turned on you are by your punishment."

Obediently I unzipped my shorts and gratefully gripped my painfully hard cock. She looked somewhat disdainfully at it, making my humiliation all the more severe. "Yes, you're enjoying this, I can see. Take all your clothes off," she demanded imperiously, "I want to watch you masturbate."

I undressed as she instructed, then she made me fetch a towel to sit on. I sat back down facing her in the armchair, naked and incredibly horny, gripping my cock and slowly jacking it up and down. She sat opposite me in her short, red miniskirt and sheer black top. From where I was sitting I could see that her sexy panties were black to match her top, contrasting dramatically with her clingy red miniskirt. Her erect nipples advertised that she'd left off her bra, and that she was getting excited telling me about the fiendish punishment that she, Christy and Kyle had devised.

"That's better," she said. "Now, masturbate for me while you think about nice, hard cocks. Like you do when you're stroking yourself at night. Think about those delicious, big erect cocks in your hand, baby, and show me how excited it makes you."

She had totally seen through me. She seemed to know me completely which swept away all my resistance. How was she such a mindreader? I pleasured myself as she instructed, under her watchful gaze while she told me to focus on my gay cock fantasies. She had me under her spell and she knew I would comply with every part of this punishment. The horrifying thing was I knew I was going to love it, and I'm pretty sure she did too. I could tell she was getting turned on now by the look in her eyes, the way her lips were parted and the squirmy way she was clamping her thighs together.

But she still hadn't finished.

"Yes baby, that's good. Nice and hard in your hand, just the way you like a man's cock. Are you thinking about Tim's hot cum exploding all over you? Good. I want you to. Show me how you make yourself cum. But we should go further, shouldn't we? How would you like to have cum spurting into your mouth, so you can really taste it? And swallow it like a good slut should?" I moaned as my arousal mounted. She seemed to know how to take my hottest fantasies and escalate them. Hearing these words from my wife's mouth was incredibly erotic.

"So, back to your punishment," she continued, "I will tell you when to take off your dress and maybe your bra and stockings. Everyone will watch while you strut around in nothing but sexy panties and lipstick, stopping and making out with the beautiful boys. Touching them is allowed, by the way, since you like to touch boys. We will all be able to see your erection, darling, in little girly panties. Would you like that? Everyone will be able to see how much my kinky husband likes hot gay kissing with gorgeous pretty boys. I want to see you getting hard while you suck their tongues and fondle their firm bottoms -- would you like that? I know you will. Keep touching yourself."

The last instruction was redundant. I was as erect as I have ever been and ready to cum in my hand. It only made it sexier that she was fully dressed, watching me masturbate like a dominatrix.

"Now here's the best bit. By nightfall you will already have made out with each of the male models and kissed most of the male party guests, making sure that I can see you doing it. Mmm yes, keep touching that nice hard cock. I'm on your side here, really I am. I want to see yourself fulfilling your gay fantasies and enjoying yourself properly with all the gay men, OK? You need to do everything and see how much you like it. Get it all out of your system." I was masturbating in earnest, breathing hard now, and her eyes were fixed hungrily on my cock as I jacked myself off while she talked dirty to me. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "And after dark the cocksucking will start, darling. You're going to want to stay for that, aren't you?"

"Oh god, yessssss"

The image of this party was so incredibly hot. I loved that my wife would encourage me to kiss all the boys. The thought was intensely erotic. Now she was giving me permission to go even further--no, not just permission, she wanted me to do it. It was too much. With an exhale and a curse, I ejaculated, spurting a huge amount of cum over my naked body.

"Good boy," she said, "now I'm going out with my girlfriend to get drunk. Maybe we will kiss a little, I don't know. When I get back I want to talk more about this."

She missed dinner and came back late that night, her lipstick and hair messed up, with her blouse partly unbuttoned, showing off far too much cleavage. She was drunk and amorous. She told me to undress her, which didn't take long: just a few buttons on her diaphanous top which slid to the floor like a falling leaf, baring her gorgeous tits, then I undid her skirt and it too dropped to the floor. She had love-bites on her neck and breasts. She saw me looking at them and said, "don't worry, baby, I haven't been cheating with a man. Christy and I were just kissing in her car. Does that shock you?" I looked at her wide-eyed. She'd previously hinted that she and Christy were more than just friends, but I didn't expect her to be so open about it. "She does have some lesbian tendencies you see, darling, did you know that? Take your clothes off and I will tell you the rest." I undressed in front of her while she spoke, "So I let her kiss me. It was nice kissing a girl. She wanted to see my boobs, so I didn't stop her when she undid my top. I let her touch my breasts, and we kissed some more. I let her suck my nipples while she fingered me. It was lovely to let a woman give me an orgasm for a change."

"Wow, have you done that before, or was this the first time?" I asked, horrified but also turned on by her confession. I was now completely naked in front of her. She stared at my cock that was standing up proud and erect.

But she didn't answer my question. She just reverted to her dominatrix persona. "I think I want to watch you masturbate again now, sweetie. Take off my panties," she demanded. I had to kneel to slide them down her thighs and I couldn't help but notice that she was sexually aroused. Her pretty pussy was glistening with her juices and it smelt divine. She was always beautiful in the nude, and while I was jealous that she had let Christy see her naked body too, I couldn't help but desire her. I threw her fragrant, moist panties aside, but Jupiter wanted something else,

"No, babe, pick those up and put them on," she said, "it's time you practiced for the party. Let's see what you look like in my panties."

I dutifully slid the lacy garment up my thighs and tried to tuck my erect cock into them, but it simply stuck out of the waistband at the front of her panties where there was a little pink bow. I noticed the soft gusset felt quite wet around my balls and I loved the idea that she'd been so turned on wearing these panties while she was out with Christy, and now the juicy wetness from her pussy was snuggled up to my balls.

"That's better," she said approvingly, "you look rather good in panties, baby, and you can't hide how much you like it, can you?" she giggled as she squeezed my cock. "Now let's go to the bedroom so I can watch you masturbate while we talk about the party some more."

We sat side by side on the bed, both naked, and she indicated I should touch myself, which I did. Her new lesbian dominatrix persona was hotter than hell, so I was enjoying myself.

"There was a request from Kyle," she went on, her eyes shining with childish excitement, "The hired boys will be told they can take whatever liberties they want with you, and so will all the gay men at the party. They can grope you as much as they like, spank you, kiss you freely or whatever they want. Maybe even fuck your pretty little ass, would you like that? This will be so much fun! And when the sun goes down you're going to take off your dress and we're going to get even naughtier with you, OK? You're going to fulfil your forbidden desire to suck cock. You'll have a chance to get really into it with these boys, baby, I want to see you get really filthy, my darling kinky bisexual gay-loving husband. Or maybe Christy and I will find somewhere to make love and leave you to it. Such a fucking dirty boy, aren't you?" I moaned with arousal. "Christy's idea was for you to do a one-man panty parade in front of all the boys. We could pick out several pairs of really girly panties for you to wear--hers and mine, and you can show them off one-by-one. And I want to see you not just kissing, but touching and fondling and sucking the boys, wearing nothing but women's underwear, or completely naked, so we can see how much you're enjoying it. Touching and sucking is encouraged after dark, of course, so you will let everyone see and touch your cock, baby, Oooh yes and suck it too."

I was getting more and more turned on, and Jupiter had parted her legs so she could masturbate openly. The scent of her aroused pussy was delicious. I was conscious that she'd allowed her sexy girlfriend to touch her there but wasn't allowing me to do so.

"Would you like the boys to suck your cock? I think you would. But more than that, you will have to kneel and take a man's cock in your mouth in front of me--in front of all the party guests in fact--and suck him off. Maybe it should be a man of Kyle's choosing as a penance for cheating with his husband. And you'd have to suck him to completion in front of us all, until he cums in your mouth. This is your punishment."

Her fingers were making a wet noise as she fingered her sloppy pussy. She wanted to keep going, describing the homoerotic party and my humiliation in ever greater detail.

"God I can't wait to order you to take off your dress--if you're even still wearing it by that point--and I will make you kiss the boys again and again on the mouth or whatever part of their body I decide. All of them, for at least a minute each, or until I'm satisfied. OK?" she was diddling her clit as she wound herself up, building towards a self-made orgasm, "At first it could be just an innocent kiss on the lips or nipples," she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth at this point, breathing hard, very turned on, "... or ass--would you like to kiss the boys there, darling? Maybe use your slutty tongue to really wet their ass. Mmm yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Putting your dirty tongue in a boy's ass and licking him deep while you hold his cock. So fucking filthy."

She was panting as she masturbated now, legs wide apart as she rubbed her clitoris and shoved several glistening fingers in and out of her sloppy pink gash, close to coming. I was also about to cum. It was very sexy masturbating side-by-side while she talked dirty to me. We'd never done it quite like this before, but then we were both breaking new ground sexually.

She kept talking, her breath coming in short pants as her climax approached, "... and, if you've been a really good boy, fuck yes, then you can suck their cocks, darling."

She was climaxing, orgasming around her fingers with her eyes closed, mewling with pleasure in a beautiful tableau of female sexual release. I held off my own orgasm as I watched her lovely body flexing in the throes of erotic nirvana, her abs contracting, her breasts heaving, her nipples hard and erect as the climax swept her breath away. She looked utterly beautiful.

After her orgasm had subsided she suddenly turned to me and took my hand away from my cock, then swung her leg over me and sank herself down onto it, making it slide all the way into the depths of her molten pussy.

"God yes fuck me, I need your cock," she gasped. We kissed hotly, both astonished at the erotic fantasy we had created, while she raised and lowed her perspiring body on her strong quad muscles, sinking me deeper each time into the hot marshy depths of her cunt. She broke the kiss with a grunt and put her mouth close to my ear, wanting to take me over the top with more of her homosexual fantasy.

"You can suck them off, baby, and have full sex with all of them--mmm yes, fucking and being fucked--if you want," she breathed, "but first you have to let me see you getting nice and hard for the boys, sweetie. Fuck yes, so hot to see you being gay in nothing but my panties with the beautiful boys. Would you really do this for me? I mean in real life?"

"Yes of course, baby... yes... of course... I would... if that's what you want," I panted, perhaps starting to wonder how much of this was fantasy and how much was real. I settled on the realization that she had made the whole thing up to get us both turned on. It was working. Whether true or not, the gay party fantasy was hotter than hell.

"Mmm yesss, good," she said, slowly rising and falling on my aching cock as we continued to fuck, "And if you're good--a really good boy--doing what I ask, you can suck them off darling, and swallow their cum, oh fuck, if you're lucky enough to make them cum in your mouth. I hope you do. Sucking them off will be such a nice reward for you, won't it?" I could feel my climax rising unstoppably. My balls were pulled up into my body, tingling with impending release and my cock swelled inside her. She felt it and pulled me close.

"Then... well, we'll see. Maybe we can persuade the two hottest boys to come to bed with us, and send the rest home. What do you think?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, and finally released my ejaculation deep inside her,

"Yes, that's it, cum inside me," she gasped, another orgasm sweeping through her body as I pumped my seed into her vagina, "I love you, baby. Christy can finger me, but nobody makes love to me the way you do."

THE END