Husband Turns Gay: The Begining

Abstract: The first of 16 chapters.
Amy finds her husband David has been watching MMF porn on their shared computer. After confronting him, he admits it.
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Amy stretched out on the worn leather couch in their suburban living room, the kind of place where the afternoon sun filtered through half-drawn blinds like a lazy invitation to nap. But she wasn't tired—not after her flight back from Tokyo that had left her buzzing with jet lag and a vague restlessness. David was at the warehouse, managing staff, orders, and logistics, his domain of goods and inventory a world away from her skies.

Their shared computer, an ancient desktop tower humming on the desk in their den like a forgotten pet, beckoned. She needed to check her work email, something about next month's routes to Europe. She plopped down in the creaky office chair, the screen flickering to life. The browser was already opened, tabs scattered like guilty secrets. One caught her eye immediately: a paused video thumbnail, grainy but unmistakable.

Two men and a woman tangled in sheets, bodies arched in that unmistakable rhythm of abandon. Amy's finger hovered over the trackpad, curiosity prickling her skin like static. “What the fuck?” David wasn't the type to leave porn lying around; he was neat, organized, respectful, and meticulous. She clicked play, volume low, heart thudding with a mix of intrusion and intrigue. The video buffered for a second, then sprang to life. The woman, curvaceous, with dark hair spilling over her shoulders, lay between two men—both toned, one with a beard, the other clean-shaven, their skin glistening under soft lighting that made everything look almost too real. The bearded one leaned in first, his lips brushing her neck, hands roaming her breasts, thumbs circling nipples that hardened instantly. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that echoed through the speakers, arching into his touch as his fingers trailed down to the slick folds between her thighs. Amy shifted in the chair, her own body responding unbidden—a warmth pooling low in her belly. She should close it, she knew that. But the clean-shaven guy just watched, his cock already half-hard, stroking himself slowly as the other man fondled the woman.

Then she turned, eyes locking on him with a wicked smile, and leaned over. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping gently as she kissed him deep, tongues visible in the wet slide. The bearded man didn't pull away; instead, he pressed closer, his erection brushing against her side. It escalated from there, fluid and raw. The woman guided the two men, her voice husky on the audio: "Come on boys, show me how much you want this." She pulled the bearded man in towards the other, their lips meeting over her shoulder—tentative at first, then deeper and more passionate as their tongues tangled. Amy's breath caught. “David’s watching this?”

The men broke apart only to focus on her, one sucking at her clit while the other fed his dick into her mouth, but soon the men were on each other again, the woman egging them on, her teasing both as they fucked her in turns. The scene built to a frenzy: the clean-shaven guy sliding his cock into the bearded one's ass while the woman sucked his cock, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Grunts and gasps filled the room— "Fuck, yeah, take it," one man growled—and Amy felt her panties dampen, thighs clenching. They came in a messy crescendo, the woman squirting as the men pulled out, ropes of cum painting her tits and each other's chests, collapsing in a heap of heavy breathing.

Amy paused the video, cheeks flushed, mind racing. “What the fuck David?” She wasn't judgmental—but this? The bi angle, the men so into each other? It was hot, unexpectedly so, but it was her husband's browser. She clicked into the history, scrolling back. Links upon links: "MMF Threesome with Bisexual Twist," "Hot Guys Sharing a Pussy and Each Other," "Wife Watches Husband Suck Dick." Months of it, timestamps lining up with his late nights while she slept or her absences. Her surprise twisted into something sharper—arousal laced with a thrill of possibility.

The rest of the day dragged, Amy puttering around the house in yoga pants and a tank top, the video replaying in her head. She prepped dinner—steak and asparagus, simple—her mind wandering to David's body, the way his hands felt on her hips, and now, imagining them on someone else.

By evening, when he walked in, dirty, sweaty, long gruff beard, warehouse dust on his boots, she was composed, but the air hummed with unspoken tension. "Hey, babe," David said, kissing her cheek, oblivious. Amy said “hi honey, take a shower, dinner is almost ready.”

Once dinner was served, Amy’s eyes lingered on David’s broad shoulders, hairy arms, and unkept beard. Dinner passed in easy chatter—his day of misplaced shipments, her latest flight story about a turbulent hop over the Pacific. But as they cleared plates, she felt the question bubbling up, insistent as a delayed flight.

In bed later, the room lit only by the bedside lamp's warm glow, they slipped under the covers. David was always eager after a long shift, his rough, calloused hands finding her waist, pulling her close. Amy wore nothing but lace panties, her skin still carrying the faint scent of her jasmine lotion. His hairy face kissed her neck, lips trailing down to her collarbone, one hand cupping her breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it peaked. She moaned softly, arching into him, but her mind was on the screen from earlier.

"David," she whispered, as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of her panties. He hummed against her skin, nipping lightly. "I was on the computer today. Saw some... tabs open." He froze, hand stilling on her thigh. "Oh? Yeah, probably just... research or something." His voice was casual, but she felt the hesitation, the way his body tensed. Amy turned to face him, her hand sliding down his hairy chest, over the ridges of his abs, to the growing bulge in his boxers. She squeezed gently, drawing a sharp inhale from him. "Porn, David. MMF stuff. Guys kissing, fucking each other while the woman is in the middle. Hot as hell, actually. But it's been in the history for months." He pulled back slightly, eyes wide in the dim light. "Amy, I….. I didn't mean to leave it open. I watch it sometimes, when you're away. It's just fantasy, it doesn’t mean anything."

She searched his face, seeing the flush creep up his neck—not shame, exactly, but vulnerability. It turned her on, this crack in his straight-laced, macho-man, warehouse manager facade. "It doesn’t mean anything? You get off on watching two guys go at it? Be honest." David hesitated, his erection twitching under her palm. He swallowed, then nodded slowly. "Okay, yeah. It's... exciting. The way they touch each other, all that intensity. I've never done anything like it, but fuck, it turns me on."

Amy's pulse quickened, her pussy aching as she ground against his thigh. She leaned in, kissing him deeply, his long beard brushing her face, tasting the wine from dinner on his tongue. “Would you like that honey? Another guy sharing our bed together? Kissing and fondling me – kissing and fondling you? She felt his cock and it was rock hard. “I guess you do” she said. “Would you like for him to suck your cock while I’m kissing you?”

Amy started to fondle David’s cock, with pre-cum leaking out the tip. “Oh god,” David said, “that would be so fucking hot!” Amy, reached for lubrication, then started to stroke his cock. Maybe I’d get down there and lick your hairy balls while he sucks your cock.” “Oh god,” David said, “Stop! I’m gonna fucking cum.” Amy, now stoking faster said “Would you like to suck his cock baby? Maybe have him fuck my macho husband in the ass?”

David is almost at climax when Amy says “Tell me baby, tell me you’re a cocksucker and want to be fucked in the ass.” David shouts “Yes! I’m a cocksucker and want to be fucked in the ass!” as he explodes his cum on Amy's hand and bedsheet. She takes her hand, holds it up to David’s mouth and says “lick it. You better get to like the taste of cum.” David hesitated, then opened his month, and stuck out his tongue while licking Amy’s hand clean.