My Wife's Lover - Part 1

My Wife's Lover

Part 1 of 3

Story by Ben

My wife and I tried to stay on good terms after she left me.  We had, after all, been married for over 10 years, and it seemed ridiculous to cut off all links.  It means I have to be polite to her new man and he to me, but in the end it has not been too difficult and we are getting on quite well.  So well that, when my wife arranged to spend a weekend visiting her mother, Steve suggested that he and I should go out for a meal together on the Friday evening.  I thought that was taking things a bit far; being civil to him in social situations is one thing, but the idea of spending a whole evening together, just the two of us, did not exactly thrill me.  More out of good manners than anything else, I agreed, suggesting though that, instead of going out for a meal, he should come to my place and I would cook.  He accepted readily; it seems my wife has had the decency to tell Steve that I am a pretty good cook.

The evening got off to a good start.  Steve was enjoying the meal and the conversation was flowing.  As I started to pour the third glass of wine, Steve stopped me, saying he could not drink any more as he had to drive home at the end of the evening.  I immediately said that, if he wanted, he could stay the night.  As I spoke, I thought, "This is crazy.  Do I really want to find my wife's new man in the spare bedroom tomorrow morning?!"  But I had said it.  I could not take it back.  Steve looked a bit surprised as well, but accepted graciously - perhaps out of politeness rather than through any desire to spend the night in my house.

There was no going back, because not only did we finish the bottle of wine (which, it has to be said, was excellent: it would have been a shame for Steve to have spent the second half of the evening drinking water), but we also had a brandy after the meal, so driving home was out of the question.

As we finished the brandy, I said I would go and make up the spare bed.  "I feel embarrassed to put you to that trouble," said Steve.  "I can just share your bed, if that's ok with you."  I was stunned.  I had not kept a secret of the fact that I had been exploring the other side of my sexuality since the split with my wife.  In fact, I had been a bit surprised that that knowledge had not put Steve off even sleeping in the same house as me; that he was willing not only to sleep in the same house but to share my bed, knowing that I had been sleeping with men, astonished me.

I could not stop myself saying, "Well, I guess it wouldn't be the first time you have slept in that bed."  I knew he had stayed over a few times before the split, when I had been away on business trips, at a time when I did not know he existed.  It was a cutting comment and in poor taste, but we had got on so well during the evening that, fuelled by the alcohol, we both fell into fits of laughter.

As we got undressed, Steve asked me what I wear in bed.  I decided to be honest and said, "I normally sleep naked."  Then I added, "But I can keep my boxers on if that makes you feel more comfortable."  Had he not put the question, I think I would have kept them on anyway, out of decency, but as he asked I told the truth.  "No, it's your bed," he said.  "Just behave as normal."  I thought of saying that normally on a Friday night if I had had a few drinks I would sit in bed and watch some gay porn, but thought better of it!

I wondered if I should be extremely discreet and take my boxers off by the bed with my back to Steve, then get quickly under the duvet.  But I decided to take him at his word and behave as normal.  So I undressed completely, as I normally would, before walking boldly into the bathroom to clean my teeth.  As I walked back into the bedroom, Steve was just getting undressed (he had been distracted by something on his phone) and I could not help noticing that his cock was semi-erect.  Perhaps out of embarrassment, I thought, smiling to myself.  But it was his idea to sleep in my bed so I felt no pity.

I lay with my back to Steve and fell quickly into a deep sleep.

At some point during the night I stirred out of my sleep and realized that Steve's body was right up against mine.  I still had my back to him.  His chest and stomach were against my back, and his legs were touching my legs.  His arm was over my body, his hand resting on my chest.  In fact, it was not really resting; it was playing gently with my chest hair and my nipples.  Steve was clearly awake!  He obviously thought I was asleep, and I did my best not to dispel that illusion.

After a while, his hand moved down my stomach to my pubes and cupped my soft cock and my balls.  I tried desperately not to react, but that is impossible when someone is fondling your penis!  My cock started to stiffen.  As it did, I became aware of Steve's cock between my legs, completely hard!  I realized that it had been there ever since I had woken, but it was only now that he started to move it that I noticed it.  Somehow, he had got it right between my legs so that it was poking out beneath my own cock, and he was now moving it back and forth as if my thighs were a vagina - or some other orifice for fucking!  In any ordinary situation like this, I would have taken hold of his stiff cock with my hand and helped to improve the sensations that he must have been feeling.  But it seemed important to maintain the pretense of being asleep, so I did my best to stay absolutely still, even though my cock was now as stiff as a metal rod and was being gently pumped by Steve's hand.

Suddenly, I felt Steve's body stiffen, and I heard him whisper to himself, "Oh no!"  Then, "Bugger!  Bugger!"  I realized from the tension in his body that he was about to cum, and from the whispered comments I gathered it was not intentional.  He shot his load between my thighs in a series of powerful spurts.  Some landed on the sheet, but most ended up on my thighs.  I was quite amused and smiled to myself, but I kept up the illusion of being asleep as Steve extricated himself from me and turned away - very embarrassed, I sensed - to fall asleep himself.