My Husband Is a Slut

My husband is a slut.

John would never openly admit that, of course. He grew up in a Catholic family, the type who never actually set foot in a church but put their kids in a Catholic school just so they get enough doctrine to feel ashamed of themselves for the rest of their lives. He’s an out and proud gay man and his family is perfectly lovely and accepting of me and our marriage.

But he gets inside his head during sex. Which is such a shame. He’s gorgeous. Dark hair, striking facial features, a fit body without being pretentious about it, and my favorite, a beautiful, perfect penis. Long and thick enough to fill my mouth and my hole nicely without worrying about damaging my internal organs. And the slight curve it gets when he’s rock hard is perfect for skull fucking me or punching my prostate until I cum hands free.

I love being a bottom, and I have no shame about it, but he’s made occasional comments that reveal that internalized homophobia he got from his Catholic upbringing. After more than a decade together, I’ve realized that it’s not a dig at me. It’s because he’s curious about exploring that side of himself, but he’s ashamed to admit it. In his mind, it’s one thing to be gay, but a whole other thing to admit to being a cock loving bottom pig.

Even with these challenges, we have a great marriage and an active sex life. And I’ve been able to push his boundaries despite that ever-present Catholic shame. We’ve explored quite a bit and I’ve seen glimpses of his true desires. I know he loves cock in his throat because he once took me all the way and I could feel his lips around the base of my dick and he just kept it there. But then when I grabbed his head and held it in place there, his shameful brain kicked in and he fought me off. It’s like he wants to choke on a dick, but only if it’s a secret no one else knows about.

We’ve had deep conversations about all of this, of course. I’ve told him how much I just want him to let go, and he’s admitted that some of the hottest sex we’ve had is when he doesn’t think about it and just enjoys it. But it’s still a struggle.

So I found a solution.

We would sometimes get edibles from a friend of ours. It was a great way for me to relax with how stressful my job can get, but John would mostly just fall asleep. He would say he didn’t feel anything, and I would always fill him in later on a few of the funny things he’d said before passing out. I would confess how horny the edibles always made me, and that always seemed to perk his ears. I’ve always rolled my eyes at people who claim that being drunk or high made them do things they would never otherwise do. But that’s based on my own experience. I have always known exactly what I’m doing when I’ve been drunk or high. But, hey, if others say it loosens them up — if that’s what John thinks, especially — then maybe there’s an opportunity there.

One weekend evening, we’d had our dinner and started our weekend sex routine. One thing I’d gotten John to do was learn about better preparation. Any good bottom knows that preparing well allows you to relax and enjoy whatever may happen. And even though I’m a bottom and love my husband’s dick, he’s also got a really hot ass. A nice round shape to it and a hot little pucker that he knows drives me crazy when he shows it off. And I love eating his ass. And he loves me eating his ass. But he also knows I have expectations so that we can both enjoy it.

I had gone first and was browsing through pictures of slutty boys on Instagram while John finished up in the shower. I had put a t-shirt and jeans on with a simple black jockstrap. John loved fucking me in a basic jockstrap — the locker room was his go-to fantasy and even though I wasn’t much of a jock, I knew it turned him on to pretend he was fucking me in my jock on the locker room bench.

John emerged from our bedroom suite in a tank top and running shorts. I could see the jock fantasy was alive and strong tonight. I loved when he’d wear this outfit for our sexcapades because he’d add a jock even though the running shorts had built-in support, and because the shorts were so short you could see the straps around the bottom curve of his cheeks as they stuck out he bottom of the shorts.

But tonight I didn’t see any straps.

“Going commando in your shorts, I see,” I said, “going for an actual run?”

“No, I’m not going commando,” John replied, and came over to where I was on the couch, faced away from me, and bent over slightly while he lowered the running shorts. There, right in front of my face, he revealed that hot, round ass of his in a bright pink Andrew Christian thong with the words POWER BTM emblazoned on the waistband.

I had gotten the thong mostly as a joke because of John’s disdainful comments about bottoms. But in the year or so since I bought it, I learned that my repressed Catholic husband liked to use this thong as a code for the times when he was most open to us exploring his bottom urges.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” I asked.

“Well, I thought maybe you’d like to use some toys on me tonight,” he teased.

We had used toys before, of course. He actually had a really hungry hole. It had once sucked five fat beads one by one without a break. And then there was the time we tried the double-ended dildo. His hole just kept taking more and more of it to where there was barely any left for me to enjoy. He’d acted surprised when I told him how much he had taken, but again, I knew John was just embarrassed to admit to having a hungry, slutty hole. After all, what would people think if they knew he was a bottom?

“Come with me,” I said, and he followed me into our kitchen. He sat down on one of the barstools at our kitchen island while I retrieved a small snack-sized plastic bag from the back of our spice cupboard. I laid a cocktail napkin on the counter across from John and set a single gummy bear on its center.

“Before you eat this gummy bear, you should know that it’s a special kind. I didn’t get these from Chad.”

“OK…” he replied, a puzzled look in his eyes.

I continued, “We’ve talked about how in-your-head you can get during sex, and so I did some research and found this special edible. It’s a different strain that won’t make you tired, but it will make you really horny and even make you feel a bit hypnotized. I was told that sometimes people don’t even remember what they did after eating this gummy, but when they find out what they did it never turns out to be something they wouldn’t otherwise want to do. So I wouldn’t take one at the same time as you. I’d be like your designated driver to make sure you don’t harm yourself. That’s if you trust me, of course.”

“Of course I trust you,” John said, “but it sounds a bit scary. I doubt it would even work like that. But let’s give it a try. I’m already pretty horny and maybe it will help me relax and just focus on pleasure. If it helps me be a bottom for a few hours, that’s not so bad.”

And then he gave me a wink. See what I mean? He wants to be a bottom slut, he just doesn’t want to admit it’s a choice he made.

I just locked eyes with him. He was going to have to embrace his desires in some way. I wanted to have hot sex with my husband, but I wasn’t going to force him. I watched while he eyed the tiny gummy bear on the counter and then, suddenly, he snatched it up and popped it in his mouth.

“What now?” John asked.

“I don’t know. I assume it will take a bit to take effect, like other edibles. Let’s just relax on the couch for a bit.”

We moved back to the couch and settled into a cuddle. I could sense John’s breathing getting a bit slower and he seemed really relaxed. After a bit, we started to make out. I loved when we made out. We would make out for hours when we first started dating, but in recent years it was something John didn’t seem to like as much except when he would let himself go.

After a long makeout session that included a lot of pawing at each other, my dick was so hard in that jock under my jeans.

I kissed around his face and nibbled on his earlobe and then whispered, “Why don’t you be a good little slut and suck my dick?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, and then yanked my t-shirt up and kissed his way down my chest and treasure trail while he unbuttoned my jeans.

Sir? That’s new, I thought. I almost chuckled a bit to myself, but he was too busy unbuttoning my jeans and peeling down the pouch of my jock to notice.

“You know who’s in charge, don’t you?” I asked, testing him.

“Yes, sir, I do. I’ll do anything you want, things I’ve never done before,” and then he went down on me like he was starved for dick.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted as he bobbed up and down on my dick. I reached down to grab his head and guided him up and down on my cock. For the first time I could recall, he didn’t fight it. I think this special gummy bear is working!

I released his head and my cock popped out of his mouth. He moved down to bathe my balls with his tongue while he stroked my spit-soaked cock. He took each of my nuts into his mouth separately and made eye contact with me as he let each one pop out of his mouth. Then he started licking the head of my dick like candy while he maintained eye contact with me. He looked so hot with his lips around my dick.

“Anything, huh? Take you to the park across the street and fuck your face where other guys out for an evening run can watch?”

Dirty talk always got John going, but that must have hit a nerve because as soon as the words left my mouth, he let out the loudest moan I’ve ever heard from him and took my dick all the way down his throat. Then, with his throat full of my cock he let out another loud moan and then started basically riding my dick with his mouth. I had to push him off me or else I was going to cum way too soon.

He was gasping for air and looking up at me as he nestled his face right in my crotch.

“Well, let’s go, then,” I said, and I popped up off the couch and buttoned up my jeans. He was on his knees on our couch and looked at me with the tiniest glint of hesitation before he responded.

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck. This is hot.

He put on his running shoes while I stepped into some loafers. He followed me out our front door and across the street to the moderately sized park at the end of our neighborhood. It was full of trees and a few trails, so you often saw people walking their dogs or jogging through during the day. When people had to isolate during the pandemic, it was also a popular spot to sit at one of the picnic tables and catch up with people outdoors. There wasn’t any playground equipment, so it was a nice place for adults to enjoy nature without the sound of screaming kids nearby. It was a safe place, and it wasn’t illegal to be there at night, but very few people spent time there at this hour. I’d seen a few men there after dark that I knew to be married to women in the neighborhood. Make of that what you will, but it wasn’t something I ever felt the need to explore.

Until now, of course. The thought of John slutting it up on this special gummy bear and taking my cock on his knees in the woods while some local closet case got his kicks watching? My heart was pounding with excitement.

We walked along one of the trails for a bit and then I saw it. A picnic table off the path that you couldn’t see all that well because the nearest streetlight was burned out. At this point, I wasn’t letting my brain do a lot of the thinking for me. I was horned up and feeling a bit crazed. I made a beeline for the picnic table, climbed up on top of it and squatted on my knees a bit. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the pouch of my jock to the side to free my hard cock.

“Suck my dick,” I ordered him. John didn’t even hesitate this time. He just stepped toward me and dove down on my cock. The way I was positioned on the table top made him have to bend over the end of it to get to my dick. He looked so hot. He was still in that tight tank top and running shorts, bent over the end of a picnic table, sucking my dick in a dark park. The act of bending over had made the bottom of his tank top hike up a bit and the short running shorts were riding low so you could see the POWER BTM waistband and the very top of the thong strap dipping into his crack. It was so hot I closed my eyes to enjoy the amazing blowjob I was getting. John had never gone this long without coming up for air, but I wasn’t complaining.

This special gummy bear was everything I had hoped it would be.

“Hey, guys,” I heard, and my eyes shot open. Standing right behind John was our next door neighbor, Jason, with a bemused smirk on his face. Without even thinking, I grabbed John’s head and shoved it down on my cock. He froze with my dick completely down his throat. I could hear him struggle to breath a bit, but was managing to get air through his nose.

“I was watching a movie after Beth and the kids went to bed and saw through my window that you guys came over here. I’m not sure why but I followed you.”

Jason was the hot neighborhood dad that every gay man fantasized about. (Don’t try to deny it.) He was straight and married with kids, so he seemed unattainable, and yet he’d mow the lawn shirtless, wear loose shorts and sweatpants at barbeques, and there was one time I saw him scratch his balls and when I looked up he winked at me.

He was a tease.

“Looks like John has some interesting underwear on,” he said, his eyes fixated on my husband’s ass.

“You should take a closer look,” I said, and our eyes locked. He paused for a moment and then that smirk appeared again as he stepped even closer to John. He reached out with both hands and lowered John’s running shorts just enough to fully reveal that bright pink POWER BTM thong. I was so fixated on watching what was happening that I felt the vibration of John moaning on my dick before I even heard it. He started bobbing up and down again on my dick.

“I haven’t seen Beth like this in so long. She used to tease me like this in a thong. Nothing like pulling it to the side and taking her from behind.” He chuckled softly while he touched John’s bare ass cheeks. My husband moaned again on my cock. Jason seemed to take this as a sign to keep exploring and I saw his thick fingers dip into my husband’s crack and press the material of the thong right along his hole.

Another moan came from John. I could feel his spit running down my balls as he continued to suck my cock. Jason backed up a little and grabbed the baggy t-shirt he was wearing and lifted it off over his head in one sexy move. His perfect chest and abs came into view and I gasped.

“Shit, man, you’re so hot,” I said, without even thinking. He smirked at me again and pawed at his dick. It was only then I realized he was in baggy gray sweatpants that, at the moment, were leaving nothing to the imagination. He was obviously going commando. And he obviously had a big dick.

“I’ve never fucked ass before,” Jason said, answering a question no one had asked. Did this mean he wanted to fuck John right here right now?

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, trying to replicate his smirk in return. He looked me right in the eyes for a moment.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said.

“Neither do we,” I replied.

“I can’t just fuck your husband raw,” he said, but I knew it meant he really wanted to.

“You’re right, Jason,” I said, “You should get his pussy wet first.”

Another moan from John vibrated around my cock and another torrent of spit cascaded down my balls.

“Go ahead, do it,” I said, more forcefully.

I watched in almost amazement as my neighbor, the hot straight dad from next door, lowered to a squat, pulled aside the thong strap in my husband’s ass, and dove tongue first into John’s hole. Another loud moan, almost like a whimper, came from John.

“That’s right,” I said, “Eat that ass. Get my husband’s hole nice and wet so you can shove your big, fat cock into his pussy.”

I guess you can make a straight guy do pretty much anything if you use the right words. He ate my husband’s ass like it was a pie eating contest. After several minutes, he stood up quickly and tapped my husband’s hole with his cock, locking eyes with me once again.

“Fuck him,” I said.

He grabbed the waistband of that thong and yanked it down, until it was by the running shorts sitting at John’s thighs. Then Jason pulled them both the rest of the way down to his ankles, lifting one foot long enough to get the shorts and thong off one leg. Then Jason used his knees to spread John’s legs farther apart.

Another loud moan on my cock.

And then he lined that fat cock of his up to my husband’s ass and steadily pushed it in. Not a shove, but not all that slowly. Until he was balls deep in my husband’s ass.

Another loud moan came from John, but no screaming or anything alarming. In other words, he was ready and willing to take this cock.

Jason kept fucking John for what seemed like forever and he just kept fucking him harder and harder until the skin slapping was echoing off the trees nearby.

“I’m gonna cum!” I hissed, and promptly emptied my load down my husband’s throat while Jason’s fucking went into overdrive.

As I came down from my orgasm, I heard John exclaim, “I’m going to cum now, too. Where should I shoot?”

“Shoot your cum all over his ass,” I said.

“NO!” I heard John shout, apparently not caring who heard us anymore. “Breed me. Shoot your cum in my faggot pussy!”

I watched in shock as Jason roared and pushed all the way into my husband’s ass. I could tell he was cumming deep inside my husband’s guts. I practically froze, not fully comprehending what had just happened.

Jason pulled out of John’s hole and I heard a faint squish and then the sound of cum dropping onto the ground. Jason looked at me sheepishly then quickly pulled up his sweatpants, grabbed his shirt and ran out of the park like he was being chased.

It seemed at first as though John was asleep as I climbed down off the picnic table. I walked around to crouch down by my husband’s hole to see what Jason had done. It was a bit puffy, a little red, somewhat gaping open, but what made me gasp was when I watched a bit of cum ooze out of John’s hole, slowly run down the back of his balls, and then drop to the ground. The drop of my neighbor’s cum that had just oozed out of my husband’s used hole landed right near what I assumed was some other cum that had fallen out when Jason first pulled out. My eyes took notice of a spot a foot or so in front of Jason’s load, where another massive load sat on the ground.

Jason had fucked the cum out of my husband.

“Eric?” I heard John faintly ask.

“Yeah, babe?” I replied.

“Did you just fuck me?” he asked.

After a slight pause, I embraced the lie. “Yeah. It was hot. Let’s go home.”

I put my husband’s left foot through the thong and running shorts and pulled them both up, delighting in knowing that the thong strap was once again pushing up against that slutty bottom hole and would soon be wet with my neighbor’s oozing cum.

We walked silently, holding hands, contented smiles on both of our faces. When we got back to our house, we took our clothes off, climbed into bed, kissed each other deeply, and both said, “I love you, goodnight.”

The next morning, I awoke first and just stared at my husband in bed. John’s eyes finally opened and he saw me looking right at him.

“What?” he asked, a slight smile on his lips. “How did it go with the gummy bear? Did we have a hot night? Tell me all about it.”

“In a minute, babe, let me get the coffee started first,” I said, as I climbed out of bed. “I’ll bring you a cup in bed.”

As I dumped yesterday’s coffee filter into the trash, my eyes caught sight of the bag I hadn’t thought to hide in the garbage very well. Good thing the old coffee grounds will hide it better now.