Chapter 2
Mesmerized, Foster’s next step was forward, not back. While he felt Ashley’s glare in his direction, he ignored it. After sheathing his cock, he poured lube into his palm. Foster moved behind Vic and placed one knee on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“What are you doing?” Ashley demanded.
“I’m getting your lover’s hole ready for my dick,” Foster said without looking at her. He’d always wondered how it would feel to be with a man. No reason not to find out, given the chance.
After slicking Vic’s hole and fingering it a few times, he coated himself and climbed into position.
Vic arched his back and positioned his hips high in the air, offering himself to Foster.
Foster squeezed both cheeks, reveling in the feel of firm muscle under his palms. He had to pause to pinch the base of his cock before he blew another load then and there.
He rarely busted a second nut and never so quickly after the first. He was ready to come simply thinking about sliding his dick into Vic’s hole. No way was he going to last.
Vic looked over his shoulder. “Give it to me rough, big boy.”
Foster pressed the head against Vic’s hole and let out a long, slow moan as he slid in deep.
He was shocked he’d gone as deep as he had in the first thrust. Anal wasn’t a treat he was used to getting.
Ashley tried on a few occasions but had complained that Foster’s size was too much for her to handle.
He’d suggested using toys to help her prepare, but she’d not been interested.
He’d stopped asking long ago.
He slid out, unsure how deep he could go without hurting Vic.
Before he could thrust back, Vic slammed back on his cock, taking nearly every inch.
Foster clenched his teeth, the tight feel sending him to the edge.
Vic started bouncing against him, taking his cock deep.
As if on autopilot, he gripped Vic’s hips and met that bouncing bottom, his cock harder than he could ever remember it being.
Everything about the encounter was different than the emotionless, muted fucks he’d shared with his wife.
Vic was vocal. He’d moaned and purred while he’d been sucking cock.
He was even louder with a cock inside him, rearranging his guts.
The deep, guttural grunts and growls were music to Foster’s ears and a balm for his soul.
He was used to near silence, never knowing if he was truly pleasing his wife or not.
There was no doubt which strokes Vic liked best. Vic enthusiastically reared back, meeting him thrust for thrust. They were like animals, fucking like their very lives depended on it. Their muscled bodies clashed over and over, both of them seeking absolution from the other.
It was everything he’d thought sex should be but had never experienced.
He wanted to roll Vic over so he could kiss him… and see all the pleasure unfurling over the guy’s face. He pulled out and rolled Vic to his back.
When he lifted his gaze, he realized Ashley wasn’t on the bed. He glanced around, but he didn’t see her at all.
“Where’s Ash?” Vic asked.
“Dunno,” Foster muttered.
Silence hung in the air for a several seconds.
Foster knew he should go find her.
But he sure didn’t want to. Leave it to her to ruin his fun. If she wasn’t the center of attention, she wasn’t happy.
He’d spent too many years walking on eggshells, doing whatever she wanted, without thought to his own happiness. She would never be happy. Not with him, anyway. Deep down, he’d known that and yet, he’d stayed and tried to give her what she wanted.
He was done trying.
“Should I go?” Vic whispered.
When Foster didn’t answer, Vic bent his body in half, bearing his ass in welcome.
“Or should we continue?”
Foster’s cock pulsed. Glancing down, he realized he was still rock hard and ready. Why waste it? Ashley would still be there to argue with later.
He climbed onto the bed before sliding back into Vic’s slick hole and earning a loud moan for his effort.
He enjoyed hearing Vic’s pleasure. It was such a turn on.
When an angle seemed especially enjoyable, he hit it again and again, making Vic whimper and writhe under him.
Within a few minutes, he had the guy loudly begging for more.
Digging his fingertips into Vic’s hips, he pulled all the way out and dove back in quickly. Vic whined with every thrust that followed. Foster’s entire body tingled with a clarity he’d never felt before, every neuron firing.
This was pleasure.
This was what he wanted in his life.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” Vic whimpered, his head falling back against the bed. “Gimme that big dick.”
Foster dragged a pillow over and tucked it under Vic’s head. He leaned down and captured Vic’s lips, kissing the man as he continued to thrust deep. The firm, rough feel of Vic’s lips against his was amazing. Ashley didn’t like kissing while they had sex.
He hated that.
Foster leaned back and surveyed the scene they made together, their bodies joined.
He caressed Vic’s muscled chest, his powerful arms…
and reveled at the strength contained within the man under him.
It was so unbelievably different from what he knew.
He’d only been with a handful of other women besides Ashley.
Yet they’d all been so much like her. Small, soft, and smooth.
Vic was none of those things. He was big, strong, and gruff.
Hooking his arms under Vic’s knees, he pounded that sweet hole, racing toward oblivion. He had no idea how many minutes passed. They enjoyed one another until they both came, screaming their releases for the whole world to hear.
Foster rolled off, panting. Sweat dripped down his body. He peeled off the condom and tossed it to the floor beside the bed.
“That… was amazing,” Vic murmured once they’d finally caught their breath.
Foster smiled slightly, enjoying the scent of sweat and their sex filling the room. Though it was hard to feel too happy with what he sensed was coming next. “It was.”
“Are you sure you’ve never been with a guy before?”
“I have not,” Foster replied, staring up at the ceiling, the face of the one boy he’d kissed returning to his mind. “You were my first.”
Foster saw Jude’s face in his mind. Half covered with hair and that one green eye peeking out.
“I got your cherry,” Vic said, lifting to one elbow and rolling to his side to look at Foster. “I hope we can do this again.”
“I don’t know about that. I suspect all hell’s going to break out the minute we leave this room.”
“Probably.” Vic leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his lips. “But I can still hope.”
Foster kissed Vic back, a little rougher.
Vic slipped from the bed and got dressed while Foster continued to stare at the ceiling and mentally prepare for war.
“So…” Foster said. “How long have you been fucking my wife?”
Vic froze, eyeing him. “You knew.”
Foster lifted a quizzical brow.
Vic searched Foster’s face. His brows furrowed as he gave an almost imperceptible shake to his head. “Didn’t you?”
“How long have you been fucking my wife?” Foster asked again.
It wasn’t that he was angry. Foster simply wanted the truth. He wouldn’t get it from Ashley, and something told him Vic wasn’t capable of weaving a good enough lie.
“A few months,” Vic whispered.
“A few months?” Foster chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “You’ve been fucking my wife under my nose… for a few months.”
“She told me you two had an open relationship. She said you knew about us.”
Foster scowled.
“Honestly!” Vic barked, eyes wide. “I didn’t know.”
Foster sensed that might be the truth. He moved off the bed and sat on the edge, not sure what he did next. Argue or simply leave?
“She’s obviously been lying to us both,” Vic muttered as he sat beside Foster.
“I’m sorry. I seriously thought you knew.
” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I’m so fucking dumb.
” He scrubbed his face with both hands before looking at Foster.
“She told me to act like I was a stranger tonight because it would be hotter. How could I be so stupid and not see it then?”
Foster actually felt a little bad for Vic. The guy seemed truly upset. More upset than Foster was, for sure.
“I’m sorry,” Vic whispered.
“It’s fine,” Foster said. “She and I are so done.”
“If you need somewhere to sleep tonight, I have a place you can go.”
Foster chuckled. “You’ve gotten me in enough trouble tonight.”
Vic silently rose and finished getting dressed. When he was done, he paused and looked at Foster. “I’m heading out then.”
Foster rose from the bed. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
He snagged his boxers from the floor and pulled them on before he trailed Vic out toward the front door. They both looked around cautiously on the way, but there was no sign of Ashley.
Vic gave him one last ravening kiss before he departed. “Sure you don’t want to come with me? I promise… no argument.”
“It’s time to see this through and end it.”
Vic nodded and walked out. Once Vic’s tail lights disappeared around the corner, he closed the door.
“Did you ever love me?”
Foster searched around and found Ashley in the upstairs loft that opened to the living room. She leaned against the guardrail and glared down at him.
“Did you?” she asked.
“I care deeply for you, Ashley,” he said, almost on automatic. In truth, he wasn’t sure what he felt for her anymore. “Or… I did. I don’t know how I feel right now.”
“I want a divorce,” Ashley said.
Agreeing too quickly, even when he knew it was the right thing, somehow felt wrong of him.
Their marriage vows had been until death do you part.
All he really knew was Ashley. They’d known one another since they were seven or eight years old.
They’d dated for three years during high school and returned to one another soon after their college years.
Suddenly they were married, and he’d ended up working for her dad’s firm in Los Angeles.
He'd lose his wife, his home, and his livelihood in one fell swoop.
But he’d be free.
“Fine.”
“Just like that?” Ashley asked. “I’m not worth fighting for?” She scoffed. “Why am I even asking? You didn’t even notice I’d left the bedroom.”
“I noticed but decided I wasn’t coming out to play this game without having come again.”
A look of disgust washed over her face.
“How long have you been fucking Vic?”
Ashley met his question with grim silence, anger shining in her eyes.
“Are there others or just him?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ashley said, glaring.
“Oh, I just fucked the truth out of your little himbo,” Foster murmured, smiling ruthlessly. “It’s been going on for months according to him.”
“He’s lying,” Ashley said.
“We both know this is over, Ashley. Why can’t we just be honest about it and walk away?”
Her eyes glittered with tears. “I know about you.”
“Know what?”
“About a year ago, I found gay porn in your search history and was shocked. I didn’t want to believe you’d watched it, but then all the pieces suddenly came into place.
All the muscle mags. The glances when a hot guy walked past. How horny you’d be after playing tag football or going to the gym.
” She scoffed. “Vic was a test. Which would you choose? Me or him? You failed it, by the way.”
Foster stood there silent, refusing to respond.
“Did you marry me to cover up your homosexuality?”
“No,” Foster spat, but the question lingered in his mind a moment. Had he? “Everyone wanted us married. You wanted us married. It… it felt like the right thing to do.”
“No, you don’t get to say you were pressured into this. You could’ve backed out at any point.”
She was right, of course, but in those moments, he’d felt like he was too deep in to walk away. He hadn’t wanted to disappoint either of their families and create a rift between them.
“I want you gone,” Ashley snapped, her eyes narrowed and hard. “I’m keeping the house. I don’t care where the fuck you go as long as it’s not here. I doubt it’ll be smart to stay too close once Daddy finds out what you did.”
“What I did?” Foster chuckled to himself. Even if he did like the male physique, he’d never cheated. He’d fought them bringing someone else into their bed, and it had only happened at her insistence.
A test.
He shook his head, tired of her games. “Okay, I’ll go. As long as you also tell Daddy you’re the one who cheated and then convinced me to let your playmate come home with us as our third.”
“I didn’t cheat.” Tears shone in Ashley’s eyes. “I was lonely, even when you were right there by my side. I needed someone to love me.”
“I honestly hope you find the man who can.”
Ashley dabbed at her eyes. Foster watched as she turned her back to him and disappeared upstairs. After a few steadying breaths, he ambled back to their bedroom and fished out a couple of suitcases. The scent of sex filled the room as he packed some of his belongings.
The heavy weight that had been hanging on Foster’s shoulders for so long… evaporated with every item he packed. Once the suitcases were full, he was weightless. Free. Why had it taken him so long to see what was staring him right in the face?
He’d finally be free.
To be what, he didn’t know.
Yet.