Chapter 7 - The Husband I Waited For (Commission Story)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Chapter 7: Poolside Jealousy

I’m still dazed from the taste of him when he stands and stretches. His arms reach high overhead, that lean muscular frame on full display as the sun gleams off his skin. His trunks hang low on his hips, the faint trail below his belly button dark and teasing.

“You sure you don’t want to swim?” he asks, turning back to me with a smug little smile. “Could help distract you from that plug.”

I groan and shift in the lounger. “It’s not going anywhere, is it?”

“Nope,” he grins. “It’s settling in. Just like I’ll do every night for the rest of your life.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Sexy, though,” he says, tossing a wink before jogging off toward the pool.

I watch him go, trying to tell myself not to stare, but failing immediately.

His back is sculpted, every muscle shifting under sun-warmed skin. And then there’s his ass. Tight. Toned. His swim trunks cling to it like they were tailored just for him. Every bounce of his stride makes my brain short-circuit.

And fuck, I married that.

I glance around, eyes tracking his body as he slips into the water like some kind of Greek god. A few heads turn. I don’t blame them. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and he’s mine. That still feels unreal.

He swims a few laps effortlessly, slicing through the water with practiced ease. And even though my ass is stuffed with a plug and I’m supposed to be relaxing, I’m getting hard just watching him. My cock twitches against my swim trunks and I roll over onto my stomach with a soft groan.

Corey eventually climbs out of the pool, water dripping down his chest. He runs a hand through his soaked hair, then grabs a towel and starts drying off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice them. Two women, maybe early thirties, lounging near the edge of the pool with matching oversized sunglasses and bright tropical cocktails. One of them has her sunhat tipped back slightly. The other’s sipping through a straw, paused mid-slurp. Both are blatantly staring.

At Corey.

I mean, full-on gawking. Mouths slightly open. Whispering behind hands like they’re teenagers, even though one of them has a wedding ring and both are old enough to know better.

I get it. Believe me, I get it. The man’s six-foot-three, glistening with pool water, muscles flexing as he towels his hair. His swim trunks are wet and clinging to every curve of his thighs, his waist, and well. The bulge. It’s... there. Alive. Prominent.

But still. He’s mine.

I glance to the right of our cabana and catch sight of someone else doing a terrible job of pretending not to stare. A young pool boy - twink, maybe twenty-two...is slowly sweeping along the tiled edge of the pool. But his broom’s barely moving, and his eyes are locked on Corey. Like, not even trying to hide it. He’s got this dazed, dreamy look on his face, and he’s straight-up chewing his bottom lip while staring at Corey’s crotch.

Okay. That’s enough.

I wave. “Baby?”

Corey doesn’t hear me. He’s mid-towel, bent slightly forward, scrubbing at his wet hair like the world’s most erotic shampoo commercial. The women are still staring.

The pool boy is practically drooling. I stand up in the cabana and call louder. “Honey? Darling? Corey?”

He finally hears me, lowers the towel, and looks over. His trunks are completely soaked now, and that’s when I see it; the full imprint of his cock, heavy and obvious, outlined against the fabric like it’s trying to punch through.

He walks over casually, completely unfazed. “What happened, baby?”

I don’t answer at first. My eyes drop immediately to his crotch. His dick is outlined so perfectly it should be illegal. The head. The shaft. All of it, swinging slightly as he steps closer.

I swallow. Then I say, very seriously, “Those women over there have been eye- fucking you for the past five minutes.”

Corey smirks. “Which ones?”

I point. “The ones with the cocktails and no shame. And also...” I tilt my head toward the right. “...that pool boy. He was practically licking his lips while staring at your dick. Like. Not even subtle.”

Corey looks around, amused. “Baby,” he says, grinning, “are you jealous?”

I cross my arms, glaring half-heartedly. “Of course I’m jealous. You can’t just go walking around showing that off to people. You’re already tall, ridiculously handsome, and have a perfect body. If people find out you’ve got a big dick too, they’ll riot. There’ll be lines.”

He laughs; full belly laugh, amused and delighted and leans in like he’s about to share a secret. “Baby,” he says softly, brushing his knuckles under my chin. “This belongs to you. You’re married to it. It’s yours. Exclusive access.” Then he adds with a wink, “Husband privileges.”

I’m about to say something else when I glance down again. “Okay, but seriously.

Why are you even hard right now?”

Corey looks down at himself, towel slung over his shoulder, water still dripping from his chest, then back at me with an exaggerated shrug. “You really wanna know?”

I nod. “Spill.”

Corey shrugs, still towelling off his hair. “I was just thinking about last night.”

I swallow hard.

“And what I’m gonna do to you tonight.”

I shift uncomfortably, both from the plug and the way his voice just dropped an octave.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“You sure?”

I nod, heart pounding.

He leans in. “I was thinking about how tight you were, how hot it felt sliding inside you for the first time. And how even with all that prep, you still cried a little when I popped my dick in your virgin hole.”

My breath catches.

“And then,” he continues, “I thought about how proud I was of you. How brave.

Taking your husband’s cock like that. Letting me be the first. The only.”

“Corey…”

“And now? You’re sitting here, full of my training plug, leaking into your swim shorts while I talk about it. My pretty little husband. Getting ruined one inch at a time.”

I bite my lip and groan. “Stop. Please. I’m going to explode.”

He laughs, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Better not. You’ll get the lounger messy.”

“I’m serious. Put that away before more people start staring.”

Corey laughs and casually reaches down, slides his hand inside his waistband, and adjusts his cock with a slight lift and shift. “There,” he says. “Now it’s less distracting.”

“To who?”

“To everyone but you.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “They can look all they want, baby. But this...” he slides an arm around my waist and pulls me in “belongs to my beautiful husband. And no one else.”

My whole body melts into him. That possessive tone. That sweetness underneath the cocky grin. My stomach flips. I don’t even care who’s watching anymore. I could sit here all day, flushed and plugged, just letting my husband hold me. He kisses me again...soft, quick, right on the lips; then pulls back with a smirk.

“Alright,” he says, slapping my thigh gently. We’ve got more of this honeymoon to enjoy.”

Whatever he’s planning next, I already know it’s going to ruin me all over again.

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