Husband Turns Gay: Chapter 4

Abstract: The 4th of 16 chapters.
Amy tells David about her sex with Troy and how she's planning to propose a threesome.
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The shrill beep of the alarm stirred Amy from a dream where she was tangled in endless sheets, bodies pressing from all sides. She groaned, slapping at the nightstand until silence fell, her body heavy with the kind of bone-deep satisfaction that only comes after hours of raw, unfiltered fucking.

Beside her, Troy stirred, his smooth leg draped over hers, the warmth of his skin a lingering reminder of how he'd filled her up—literally and otherwise. The hotel room smelled like sex and hotel soap, the sheets twisted into a battlefield around their naked forms.

Amy rolled toward him, her breasts brushing his chest as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He blinked awake, those sharp features softening with a sleepy smile, and pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a lazy, exploratory kiss. No rush, just the slow slide of tongues, his hand tracing idle circles on her hip, dipping lower to cup the curve of her ass. It was the kind of post-fuck intimacy that felt dangerously affectionate, like they were lovers stealing a morning after instead of colleagues on a layover.

Amy's neatly trimmed pussy, still tender from the night before, gave a faint throb as his fingers grazed the slick remnants of his cum dried between her thighs. She wanted to spill it all—tell him about David, the shared fantasies, the bisexual porn that had cracked open their world, how her husband jerked off to visions of exactly this kind of tangle. A threesome, the three of them, David's eager mouth on Troy's massive dick while she rode the waves. But the words stuck in her throat; this moment was too soft, too theirs alone. She kissed him deeper instead, savoring the taste of him, clean and faintly salty.

Troy broke away first, propping himself on an elbow, his ten-inch cock soft but still imposing against his thigh, nestled in that smooth, shaved expanse. "As much as I'd love to pin you down for round two darling, Dubai's calling." He stretched, muscles rippling under his flawless skin, then swung his legs off the bed. Amy watched, propped on her pillows, as he gathered his clothes from the floor—jeans, tee, no boxers in sight.

He dressed with that effortless grace, zipping up over his semi-hard dick like it was no big deal, though she caught the way it strained the denim. Fully clothed, he leaned over her, capturing her mouth in one last kiss—deep, sensual, his tongue fucking hers with a promise of more. "Until next time," he murmured, nipping her lip before straightening up and heading for the door. The click of the latch echoed in the quiet room as he slipped out.

Amy flopped back, a grin splitting her face, her hand drifting down to touch herself idly, fingers slipping through the sticky evidence of their night. David's face flashed in her mind—his rough hands on her last week, the way he'd confessed over dinner about wanting this, his cock twitching as she described potential hookups. She'd deliver every detail, make him come just from the telling.

In the room next door, Tanya, a crew member, had been awake for the last hour, ears perked like a goddamn detective. The walls in this Heathrow dump hotel were paper-thin, and last night's sex symphony had been impossible to ignore. As she heard the door to Amy’s room open and close, she cracked her own door just enough to peek into the hallway. There he was, Troy walking toward the elevator, hair tousled, a satisfied swagger in his step.

Tanya's breath hitched. “No fucking way.” Everyone knew—or thought they did—that Troy played for the other team. She eased the door shut, heart racing, her mind spinning with questions-and a little envy. What would it take to get a piece of that action herself?

The airport terminal buzzed with the chaos of early-morning travelers—but Amy tuned it out, slipping into a quiet corner near the crew lounge. Her phone was already to her ear, David's number dialed before she'd even cleared security. The line connected on the second ring, his voice gravelly with sleep, like he'd been waiting up half the night for this.

"Amy. Hi honey, it's good to hear your voice. How was the layover?" She leaned against a pillar, crossing her legs to ease the ache between them, a smirk playing on her lips. "Better than good, baby. I was right—testing the waters was the move." She lowered her voice, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, though the thrill of almost getting caught made her nipples tighten under her uniform blouse.

"I got Troy to come to my room last night. We fucked David. Hard. Like, the kind of sex that leaves you sore in the best way." David's end went quiet for a beat, then a low groan. "Shit, tell me everything. Start from the beginning." Amy bit her lip, heat flooding her core as she painted the picture. "After the flight, I texted him to come to my room. He showed up, and I just... pulled him in. Stripped him down, and Jesus, David—he shaves everything. Every inch of that body is smooth as silk, no hair anywhere-chest, back, armpits, stomach, ass, cock, balls, legs - everything. And his cock? It's huge. Ten inches, thick as my wrist, veined and perfect.

I sucked him off first, could barely get half in my mouth, but he tasted so clean, musky. Then he ate my trimmed pussy like a pro—tongue everywhere, fingers curling just right until I came all over his face." "Fuck," David breathed, and she could picture him in their suburban bedroom, hand already down his pants, stroking himself to her words.

It had started there, after all—her stumbling on his porn history on their shared computer while he was at work, those bisexual clips with men sucking each other off while a woman watched, joining in. The surprise, the intrigue, leading to that bedroom confession after dinner, his rough passion as he admitted he wanted her to fuck another guy, maybe even bring him into their bed. They'd role-played it that night, her riding him while whispering about a third, his thrusts turning frantic.

She kept going, voice husky. "I rode him after baby. That dick stretched me so wide—burned at first, but then it was just... full. He flipped me over and pounded me, deep strokes hitting spots you don't even reach. Made me come twice, rubbing my clit while he fucked me senseless. And when he came? Inside me, just like I begged. Filled me up with this huge load—still felt it leaking out this morning."

David's breathing quickened, ragged now. "God, Amy, that's so fucking hot. He's that good? Experienced?" "Experienced doesn't cover it David.” He knows exactly what he's doing—sucks tits like he wants to devour them, fingers you while he's eating you out if you let him. Smooth everywhere, moves like he's done this a thousand times on these layovers. I wanted to tell him about us, about you wanting a threesome. Paint the picture of you sucking that monster while I watch, then me joining in, all three of us tangled up. But the moment wasn't right—too cuddly after. I'll do it in Dubai honey.

Our next layover's longer; I'll get him alone again, make the pitch. Imagine it—his cock in your mouth, me riding your face. You'd love that, wouldn't you baby?" "Yeah," David rasped, the sound of skin on skin faint but unmistakable. "Fuck, I'd love it. Come home soon and show me how he stretched you. I want to feel it."

Amy's free hand slipped under her skirt, fingers pressing against her panties, already damp from the retelling. "Soon baby. I'll text you pics from Dubai if it goes down." The announcement for boarding blared overhead, pulling her back. "I got to go. Call you soon. I love you baby." She hung up with a promise, pocketing her phone as arousal simmered low in her belly.