Husband Turns Gay: Chapter 6

Abstract: The 6th of 16 chapters.
Troy is invited to David and Amy's home for dinner - and a threesome.
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The suburban kitchen hummed with the sizzle of garlic and olive oil in a cast-iron pan, the air thick with the scent of roasting lamb and fresh herbs. Amy stood at the counter, her sundress hugging the curves she'd flaunted just days ago in Dubai, the fabric light enough to tease the outline of her body as she chopped vegetables with deliberate, rhythmic strokes.

David hovered nearby, his broad shoulders filling out a simple button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms dusted with dark hair. He stirred the sauce, stealing glances at her, the memory of their late-night confessions still fresh—those whispered admissions about his porn habits, the bisexual scenes that had surprised her but ignited something raw between them.

Now, with Troy due any minute, the tension coiled like a spring. "Think he'll like the lamb?" David asked, his voice low, a smirk tugging at his bushy beard. He set down the spoon and stepped behind her, hands settling on her hips, pressing his growing hardness against her ass through his jeans. Amy leaned back into him, arching just enough to grind against the bulge, her knife pausing mid-chop. "He'll love it," she murmured, turning her head to nip at his earlobe. "Especially if it's half as good as what I served him in Dubai." David's chuckle rumbled against her back, rough and possessive, his fingers dipping under the hem of her dress to trace the smooth skin of her thigh. No panties, of course—she'd skipped them on purpose, her bare pussy already tingling at the thought of what was coming.

The doorbell chimed, sharp and insistent, cutting through the steam. David pulled away, adjusting himself with a wry grin. "Showtime." He wiped his hands on a towel and headed to the door, leaving Amy to plate the sides with a flush creeping up her neck. Troy stood on the porch, looking every bit the polished flight attendant in slim chinos and a fitted polo that clung to his sculpted chest, his smooth skin glowing under the porch light. No trace of the gym shorts from the hotel; this was the version of him that turned heads in airports, all effortless charm.

David opened the door wide, extending a hand with a firm grip. "Hi Troy, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Amy's told me so many wonderful things about you. Please come in." Troy's eyes lit up, his smile easy and warm as he shook David's hand, holding it a beat longer than necessary, appraising the hairy-knuckled strength there. "David, the pleasure's all mine." He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, and the air shifted, charged with that unspoken promise from the photo Amy had shown him back in the hotel bed.

Amy emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her bare feet padding softly across the hardwood. She didn't hesitate—crossing the space in three strides, she wrapped her arms around Troy's neck, pulling him into a hug that pressed her full breasts against his chest. "I’m so glad you’re here," she breathed, her lips brushing his ear before she tilted her head and claimed his mouth. The kiss started soft, a reunion of tongues and shared secrets, but deepened fast—seductive, lingering, her body molding to his as one hand slid down his back to cup his ass.

Troy responded with equal heat, his fingers tangling in her hair, a low hum escaping him as he tasted her, the faint spice of dinner still on her lips. David watched from the doorway, a slow grin spreading as he felt his cock twitch in his jeans. No jealousy, just that surge of excitement he'd confessed to her weeks ago, the one sparked by those porn tabs she'd stumbled on—the MMF scenes that had him stroking himself to visions of rough hands and shared bodies.

They broke the kiss reluctantly, Amy's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between them with a wicked sparkle. "Dinner first," she said, voice husky. "Can't have you passing out on an empty stomach."

The dining room table was set simply—candlelight flickering off wine glasses, plates steaming with herb-crusted lamb, roasted potatoes, and a vibrant salad. They settled in, Troy at one end, David at the other, Amy between them like a conductor orchestrating the night.

Conversation flowed easy, laced with laughter and the kind of stories that bridged their worlds. Troy regaled them with a tale of a turbulent flight over the Atlantic, his hands gesturing animatedly, drawing out David's booming laugh when he described the passenger who mistook him for a male model mid-service. "Swear to god, the guy's wife was snapping pics like I was the in-flight entertainment," Troy said, winking at Amy. David leaned back, swirling his red wine, his foot nudging hers under the table. "Sounds like you've got the looks for it.” David said. “Amy mentioned you're... versatile." The word hung there, playful but pointed, and Troy met his gaze with a nod, his smooth fingers tracing the rim of his glass. "Guilty. But tonight's about all of us."

Amy's hand found David's thigh, squeezing, then slid over to Troy's, her touch light but insistent, nails grazing denim. Seductive glances passed like secrets—her eyes locking on David's when Troy cracked a joke about crew layovers, then shifting to Troy with a promise of more. Laughter bubbled up again when David shared a suburban mishap, something about their neighbor's overzealous lawnmower and a near-miss with the fence, but beneath it all simmered the heat, forks clinking against plates as bodies leaned closer, knees brushing. Amy's affection wove through it all— a lingering touch on David's arm as she passed the salt, her fingers trailing down to his wrist; a foot hooked around Troy's calf under the table, pulling him in.

By the time plates were cleared, the wine had loosened tongues and tightened the air, every smile loaded. David started stacking dishes, but Amy stood, her dress swishing against her thighs. "I'll handle dessert later," she said, turning to Troy with a sultry smile. "You, come with me." She took his hand, leading him toward the stairs, then paused, glancing back at David. "Clean up love. Join us when you're done." Her tone was light, commanding, the kind that brooked no argument, and David nodded, his eyes darkening with anticipation as he watched her ass sway up the steps, Troy following close behind.

In the bedroom, the king-sized bed waited, sheets crisp and inviting under the soft glow of bedside lamps. Amy didn't waste time, she turned to Troy, her hands working the buttons of his polo with urgent fingers. "Been thinking about this since Dubai," she whispered, peeling the shirt off to reveal his flawless, shaved torso, every muscle defined and smooth. Troy's hands were on her zipper in seconds, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her naked, her bald pussy gleaming faintly in the light. He shed his chinos next, cock already thickening, that ten-inch length she'd ridden so eagerly now standing at attention, balls heavy and hairless.

They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, Troy on his back against the pillows, Amy straddling his thighs. Her mouth found his again, kisses turning sloppy and deep, her nipples hardening against his chest as she ground her slick folds along his shaft. "Fuck, I love how smooth you are." Troy groaned, his hands roaming her body, thumbs circling her nipples before sliding down to part her lips, fingers dipping into her wetness. Amy moaned into his mouth, rocking against his hand, the direct slide of skin on skin making her clit throb.

She kissed down his neck, nipping at his collarbone, then lower—tongue tracing the ridges of his abs until she reached his cock. Wrapping her hand around the base, she stroked him firm and slow, watching pre-cum bead at the tip. "Missed this dick," she said, voice filthy and direct, before leaning down to swirl her tongue around the head, tasting the salt of him.

Troy's hips bucked, a hiss escaping as she took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth, her cheeks hollowing with suction. She bobbed steadily, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently while the other pumped what she couldn't swallow. Wet sounds filled the room, her saliva coating him, dripping down to slick his sack. Troy's fingers threaded into her hair, guiding without forcing, his smooth chest heaving as he watched her work.

Downstairs, the clatter of dishes echoed faintly—David rinsing plates, his mind upstairs, cock straining against his jeans. He moved faster, soap suds forgotten as he imagined what he might walk into, that porn-fueled fantasy from their shared computer now real.

Drying his hands roughly, he bolted up the stairs two at a time, heart pounding. He entered the bedroom quietly, the scene hitting him like a gut punch of lust: Amy on all fours between Troy's legs, her ass up and inviting, mouth sliding up and down that massive cock with obscene slurps. Troy lay back, eyes half-lidded, one hand on her head, the other tweaking his own nipple. Amy's pussy lips were puffy and wet, visible from David's angle, her body undulating with each suck.

She glanced up at the door, spotting him, and pulled off Troy's dick with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening head. "David honey," she purred, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Get naked and sit. Watch for a bit." David's breath caught, but he complied, stripping off his shirt to reveal his hairy chest, the dark trail leading down to his waistband. Jeans and boxers followed, his thick dick springing free—shorter than Troy's but girthy, veined, hairy, and uncut, already leaking.

He dropped into the armchair across from the bed, legs spread, hand wrapping around his shaft. He stroked slow, eyes fixed on Amy as she dove back down, taking Troy deeper, gagging slightly when the head hit her throat. "That's it, suck that cock," David muttered, his voice rough, pumping himself in time with her rhythm. The sight of her bald pussy clenching, empty and dripping, made his balls tighten.

Troy groaned, thrusting shallowly, his gaze flicking to David. "Your wife's a great cock sucker," he said, voice strained. Amy popped off again, stroking Troy's slick length, her eyes locked on David—challenging, inviting. "Do you like what you see David? Troy’s got a big cock baby. You like watching me suck his cock, don’t you honey.” David, consumed by ecstasy, nodded. “Come over here David. Suck his dick with me. I know you want to." David's hand faltered on his own cock, that hesitation from their porn talks flickering, but the heat in her voice, the way Troy's eyes raked over his hairy body, pulled him up.

He crossed the room, shedding the last of his hesitation, kneeling beside her on the bed. Amy shifted, making space, her hand guiding David's head down as she held Troy's cock steady. David leaned in, tentative at first, tongue darting out to lick the side of the shaft where Amy's saliva shone. The taste—salty, musky—hit him hard, and he groaned, emboldened. Amy joined him, their tongues meeting along Troy's length, lapping in tandem, swirling around the head together.

Troy's hand found David's hair, rougher now, urging them on as he watched the two of them worship his dick. "Fuck yes," Troy growled, hips lifting. "Both of you, just like that." Amy's free hand reached for David's cock, stroking him in sync, her fingers slick from Troy's pre-cum. David sucked harder, taking the head into his mouth while Amy licked the balls, their mouths bumping, breaths mingling hot and heavy.

The room filled with wet sounds—slurps, moans, the occasional gag as David took more. His wife's encouragement spurred him, her whispers of "Good boy David. You’re gonna be a great cock sucker." The slurps and groans thickened the bedroom air, a humid fog rolling off their bodies like steam from the kitchen they'd abandoned.

David's tongue worked alongside Amy's, both of them lapping at Troy's throbbing cock, the veined length slick and pulsing between their mouths. Amy's lips brushed David's beard in the frenzy, her hand still pumping David's own dick in lazy, teasing strokes. She pulled back just enough to catch Troy's eye, her breath ragged, then leaned up, capturing his mouth in a deep, messy kiss.

Their tongues tangled, tasting the shared salt of his pre-cum, her nails digging into his smooth shoulders as she ground her soaked pussy against his thigh. "Troy, honey," she whispered against his ear, voice low and filthy, nipping the lobe before pulling back to meet his gaze. "Let's do the same to David." Her eyes flicked to her husband, challenging, her free hand trailing down David's hairy chest to tweak his nipple. Troy's grin spread wide, predatory, his hand still fisted in David's hair as he nodded. "Yes-let’s do it."

He shifted, propping himself on one elbow, his cock bobbing free and glistening as Amy guided David onto his back. The mattress dipped under David's weight, his thick, uncut dick standing rigid against his belly, the dark hair at its base matted with sweat and a trail of pre-cum. David's chest heaved, that initial hesitation from their porn-fueled talks dissolving into raw hunger. Amy straddled his thigh first, her bald pussy leaving a wet smear on his skin, while Troy knelt between David's spread legs. Troy’s smooth hands pushing David's knees wider, exposing the hairy sack hanging heavy beneath.

Amy leaned down, kissing David hard, her tongue invading his mouth as she stroked his shaft. Troy didn't hesitate—his tongue darted out, licking a broad stripe from the base of David's balls up to the tip, tasting the musky tang without a flinch. The hair tickled his lips, but he dove in deeper, sucking one ball into his mouth, rolling it gently while his hand wrapped around the root of David's cock. "Oh god, that feels so good," David groaned into Amy's mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily.

The sensation hit like a jolt—hot, wet suction on his most sensitive spots, Troy's smooth face buried in the coarse hair, unfazed and eager. Amy broke the kiss, her eyes locked on the sight, and joined in, her tongue swirling around the head of David's hairy dick while Troy lapped at the balls, their mouths meeting in the middle. Wet smacks echoed, Troy's lips brushing Amy's as they traded places—Troy taking the shaft deep, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed, while Amy sucked David's balls, tugging them with her lips.

David's hands fisted the sheets, veins bulging in his forearms, the dual assault making his toes curl. "Oh, you two... that's... goddamn." Amy's pussy clenched at the sounds, her arousal dripping down her thighs as she watched Troy deepthroated her husband. Memories of their late-night confessions flickered in her mind—David's shy admission about those bisexual clips on their shared computer, the way he'd stroked himself to men tangled with women. Now it was real, and the thrill of it made her clit ache.

She reached between her legs, rubbing circles on her swollen nub while she licked up the underside of David's shaft, meeting Troy's mouth again. They kissed around his cockhead, tongues dueling over the slit, sharing the salty leak. David's breaths came in sharp bursts, his hairy chest slick with sweat, every muscle taut as he fought not to come too soon. "Enough teasing," Amy panted, pulling back and swinging her leg over David's hips.

She positioned herself above him, gripping his dick and rubbing the head through her slick folds, coating him in her juices. "I need this inside me." With a slow, deliberate sink, she impaled herself, her pussy stretching around his thickness, walls fluttering as she bottomed out. David thrust up to meet her, a guttural moan escaping as she started riding him, her breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, her ass cheeks rippling against his thighs.

Troy watched, stroking his own massive cock, the ten-inch length rock-hard and leaking. Amy leaned forward, bracing her hands on David's chest, her nails raking through the hair there. "Open up, David," she urged, glancing at Troy. Troy knelt on the side of the bed, and fed his dick into David's waiting mouth. David took it eagerly now, lips stretching wide around the girth, tongue working the underside as Troy rocked forward.

The position was awkward at first—Amy's bounces making David's head bob, but he adapted, sucking with sloppy enthusiasm, one hand reaching up to cup Troy's smooth ass. Troy groaned, his hands in David's hair, fucking his mouth in shallow thrusts while Amy rode harder, her pussy clenching rhythmically around David's cock.

"Fuck, your husband's mouth feels good," Troy grunted, eyes on Amy as she ground down, chasing her peak. She reached back, fondling David's balls, feeling them draw tight. The sight of Troy's dick disappearing between David's bearded lips pushed her closer, her breaths hitching. David's muffled moans vibrated around Troy's shaft, the hair on his sack brushing Amy's fingers as she squeezed.

She came first, hard and sudden, her walls spasming, a gush of wetness soaking David's groin. "Yes, fuck yes," she cried, collapsing forward, her mouth finding Troy's in a heated kiss over David's body.

They didn't stop. Amy lifted off David with a wet pop, her pussy gaping and slick, and rolled onto her back beside him. "Your turn to eat me David," she said, spreading her legs wide, fingers parting her puffy lips to show the pink, glistening core.

David dove in without a word, his beard scraping her inner thighs as his tongue plunged into her folds, lapping up her cream with broad, hungry strokes. He sucked her clit between his lips, humming against it, the vibration making her arch off the bed.

Troy positioned himself behind David, his cock fully lubed, applying lube into David’s ass. Then he rubbed the head against David's hairy ass. "You ready for this?" Troy asked, voice rough. David nodded into Amy's pussy, pushing back against the pressure. Troy pressed forward slowly, the tight ring yielding inch by inch.

David cried out “Holy shit! That hurts! Keep going, nice and easy,” David's muffled groan vibrating through Amy's clit. "Oh god, that's hot," Amy moaned, watching Troy's smooth hips sink deeper, his balls eventually slapping against David's. Troy started thrusting, steady and deep, one hand on David's hip, the other reaching around to stroke David's leaking cock.

The rhythm built—David's tongue faltering then redoubling on Amy's pussy, slurping her juices as Troy fucked him, the bed creaking under the force. Amy's hands tangled in David's hair, holding him in place, her hips bucking up to grind against his face.

"Lick me honey. Taste how wet you make me." Sweat poured off them, the room reeking of sex—musk, salt, the faint tang of lube Troy had grabbed from the nightstand. David's ass clenched around Troy's dick with each thrust, the fullness pushing him to devour Amy's pussy like a man starved, his tongue flicking her clit relentlessly.

Troy's pace quickened, grunts punctuating each slam, his smooth balls tightening. "Gonna come," he warned, pulling out abruptly and stroking his cock furiously. David reared up from Amy's thighs, turning to join Troy, both men stroking their cocks, kneeling over Amy’s breasts, dicks aimed at her heaving tits. Amy propped herself on her elbows, eyes dark with lust.

"Do it boys. Cover me." Troy came first, ropes of thick cum splattering across her nipples, dripping down the curves of her breasts. David followed seconds later, his load mixing with Troy's, hot and sticky, painting her skin in white streaks. She scooped a bit with her fingers, rubbing it into her flesh like lotion, then locked eyes with David. "Lick it up, baby. Every drop."

David leaned down, tongue extended, lapping at the mess on her tits—salty, bitter, mingled with her skin's warmth. Troy leaned down to kiss Amy on the lips, still catching his breath as David cleaned her thoroughly, sucking her nipples clean before collapsing beside her.

Amy sighed, sated but buzzing, pulling both men close. David said "That was fucking hot. Better than I ever imagined.” Amy leaned over to kiss David, then turned and kissed Troy. All rested, snuggling together, anticipating what was to come next.