1. An Old Friend


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: subseeker, Rating: 56, Source: xHamster

    tightly. &#034Thank you sweetie, I knew you would understand.&#034 I don't know if Lisa wondered why I crumbled so quickly, but after that I just kind of gave up. I watched that evening as my wife showered and put on a sexy, white summer dress with heeled sandals for her date. She told me not to wait up as she kissed me on the cheek, scurrying off with Drew, more giddy than I had seen her in years. I found myself filled with self-loathing as I sat on the couch watching old movies. The only solace I could find to cover up my feelings was to masturbate, which I did several times throughout the night before going to bed. I tossed and turned, finally falling asl**p with semen drying on my belly after an emotionally painful masturbation. &#034Honey, wake up,&#034 I heard Lisa's angelic voice in the dark, as I struggled to get my bearings. &#034Baby, can you sl**p in Drew's room tonight?&#034 &#034Huh?&#034 I replied groggily. &#034Drew thought we would be more comfortable in the big bed,&#034 she insisted. Without a fight, I dragged myself out of bed, walking sheepishly past the two of them. The clock said 2:27am. I caught a whiff of alcohol and saw they both had that glassy-eyed look indicating they'd had a good time. &#034Thanks, Buddy,&#034 Drew said, patting me on the back. As I left the room, I glanced back and caught a glimpse of my beautiful wife sitting on the edge of our marriage bed, her dress riding up seductively. This image was interrupted by Drew, as he closed the ...
    door, smiling at me all the while. I vowed to just get back to sl**p so I wouldn't have to think about what was happening in my bedroom. But as I lay on Drew's bed, I could clearly hear giggles and soft talking. Our house was an older style 1930's bungalow which had these vents, or more like a hole with a grate over it, between the rooms to allow ventilation. Our bedroom shared a wall with Drew's, but because Drew never made a peep in there, I had no idea that you could hear everything. Against my better judgment, I walked closer to the vent to try to hear what they were saying. That's when I noticed the chair below the vent, with faint marks on the surface that clearly came from the dirt on someone's shoes. Had Drew been spying on us? I climbed slowly on the chair and found myself face-to-face with the vent. Not only could I hear everything, but I could actually see clearly into the room from this vantage point. I could see our bed, into our bathroom, the changing area by the closet...everything. A subtle nausea overcame me, as I imagined Drew watching our most intimate times, masturbating over my wife's naked body as she would shower and dress, laughing inside at me rubbing my pathetic cock after giving Lisa oral. These images vaporized as Lisa's voice broke the stillness. &#034Do you think he'll be ok?&#034 she asked Drew, giggling. They were standing by the bed, embracing each other and kissing deeply as Drew's hands roamed all over her body. &#034Oh yeah. He may feel bad ...
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