The Start of Something New - Part 7

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Corbin was busy smoothing the sheets on the guest bed when he heard the sound of Callie's heels on the hallway's hardwood floor. He turned and she stepped into the doorway in a figure-hugging red dress that she must have paired with a push-up bra as her breasts looked wondrous.

"Wow," he said. "Callie, you look stunning."

She smiled. "It's an important night."

Corbin was struck by a wave of angst. It was an important night for Callie and Gavin, as it was the both first time he'd be sleeping in her bed - Callie had made it clear it would be her bed when Gavin was there - and the first time they'd have unprotected sex.

"Are you excited?" Corbin asked.

"I am. How are you feeling?"

The answer to that question was long and complicated. Corbin could have spilled his feelings for an hour, especially since he'd been given just 24 hours warning that his wife and her boyfriend were taking their relationship to a new level. Above it all, though, Corbin was determined to keep Callie, and to keep her he needed to adhere to her rule that he prove his adoration at all times.

"Nervous. Angst-filled, I guess."

She stepped into the room and the scent of her perfume reached Corbin before his wife did. He inhaled it deeply and closed his eyes as she reached up to caress his face. "Are you excited at all?" she asked.

"I don't know."

She kissed his cheek as softly as it had ever been kissed. "You seemed excited last night," she whispered. "When you were inside me wearing a condom, you seemed very excited that my boyfriend would get to have me without a condom, that Gavin would now get to cum inside me every time we have sex. You even seemed a little excited that you were no longer going to be allowed that privilege."

Corbin both hated and loved that his cock had stirred to life as his wife whispered into his ear. The arousal coursing through him was unlike almost any he'd ever experienced, though in a way that made sense given that the situation was unlike any he'd ever experienced. The anxiety was potent, though, and it tempered that arousal as Corbin couldn't help but worry that there was a very real chance his marriage would undergo permanent - and perhaps unpleasant - changes as a result of Callie's involvement with Gavin.

"You seem excited right now," she whispered as her hand moved between his legs and gently rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"I am," Corbin admitted. "I'm excited and I'm anxious. It's weird."

"I'm sure it is," she replied. "And I appreciate you being willing to fight through those feelings, Corbin, so that I can have what I deserve."

"I adore you, Callie."

Her lips found his. They kissed. It was soft and slow and then she moaned and the kiss deepened. Her tongue found his. Corbin could have remained like that forever, locked in a passionate kiss with his wife that helped wash away the anxiety.

That only lasted for a few moments after the kiss ended, though. That just meant it was a great kiss and Corbin was thankful for that.

"Is there anything I can do while you're on your date to make things even better for you and Gavin when you get home?" he asked.

"I left a list on your nightstand," she replied. "It's mostly simple chores. Tidying up the bedroom, vacuuming and dusting the living room, that sort of thing. It's all very simple. Please make sure you get through the list, though. I want to know that you're supportive of my decision to welcome my boyfriend into my bed for the night."

"I am supportive. I am, and I promise that I'll do everything I can to ensure that you have a great night with your boyfriend."

"Thank you, Corbin." Callie kissed him once more and then pulled her phone from her purse. "He'll be here soon. I'll leave you to your chores."

She turned and walked out. Corbin glanced at her ass and legs and incredible high heels and felt a powerful wave of jealousy wash over him at the idea that his wife had put in so much effort to look good for her boyfriend.

A few minutes later Corbin heard the front door open. He heard a deep voice. He heard the door shut. His wife's boyfriend had just picked her up at the house and now they were going on a date.

Corbin finished preparing the guest room and then found the list of chores on his nightstand, or what was usually his nightstand when another man hadn't been invited to take his place in the master bedroom.

As Callie had said, the list was made up largely of simple chores and Corbin set about doing them. He considered putting in his AirPods and listening to music or a podcast, but instead he chose to focus his thoughts on his wife. It wasn't something she'd ever know about - he certainly wasn't going to tell her - but thinking only of Callie and her happiness seemed a good way for Corbin to focus his mind in the manner it should be focused if he wanted to show his adoration.

So he tidied and vacuumed the bedroom while thinking of Callie and Gavin having sex in the bed. He tidied, dusted, and vacuumed the living room while thinking of his wife and her boyfriend sitting on the couch together as they talked, flirted, and fooled around. He vacuumed the kitchen while thinking of Callie and Gavin having breakfast the next morning. He cleaned the bathrooms while thinking of Callie and Gavin brushing their teeth together or showering together.

It proved to be a difficult experience, but Corbin thought of it as training for when it all actually happened. Callie and Gavin would come home at the end of the night. They might hang out in the living room. They might fool around out there. They would absolutely have sex in the bed and there was every chance that Corbin would hear it, that he would be unable to avoid the reality that another man's cock - his bare cock - was inside of Callie in the bed that Corbin normally shared with her.

Callie had also tasked Corbin with hand washing some of her lingerie. She'd worn it the last time she'd been with Gavin and Corbin surmised that she'd waited to ask him to wash it because she knew this night was coming. She wanted him to be gently scrubbing the sex juices out of her underwear while he thought of her having unprotected sex in their bed with her boyfriend. She might have even wanted him to be thinking of how he'd soon be scrubbing another man's cum out of her underwear, which would absolutely happen at some point in the near future. It was a means of proving his adoration to Callie, but Corbin couldn't escape the fact that it was a rather humiliating thing to have to do. Perhaps that was the point, though.

As Gavin's car pulled into the driveway, Corbin realized that he hadn't been given instructions on what to do when they came home. Absent a better idea, he pulled out a bottle of red wine and set it on the kitchen table with two glasses. He wasn't sure they'd want it, but he wanted Callie to know he'd been thinking of her. Then Corbin headed for the guest room and shut the door.

In his mind, Callie was coming home with her boyfriend and she likely wouldn't want to be bothered by her husband. Even if he was wrong, Corbin felt like he'd made the right assumption and could easily be corrected by his wife.

That happened fairly quickly, as it turned out. There was a knock on the door and it opened before Corbin could say anything. Callie smiled and said, "Come have a glass of wine with us."

"Of course," he replied.

Corbin followed his wife out of the guest room and she directed him to the kitchen as she headed for the living room. Corbin grabbed a third glass and a bottle opener and left the kitchen with everything carefully balanced in his hands.

Callie and Gavin were on the couch. He had his arm around her and she had her hand on his thigh. She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek right as Corbin stepped into the living room and then he turned and their lips met for a quick, affectionate kiss on the lips.

Corbin set the glasses on the coffee table, opened the bottle, and poured some for each of them.

"Sorry if this is awkward, Corbin," Gavin began as he swirled the wine in his glass, "but I just wanted the three of us to spend a little time together. Things are shifting a little and I think it would be good if it didn't feel like you were on a separate island from Callie and me."

Corbin took his glass and sat in an armchair across from the couch. "Of course. I appreciate that, Gavin. I do." Corbin wasn't sure he actually appreciated that as it felt awkward to be in the same room with them, but he understood Gavin's desire.

"I also wanted to thank you, Corbin," Gavin said. "Callie has made it clear that your support is a big part of why she and I are still together and why we're enjoying such a beautiful relationship."

Gavin turned to Callie and the look on her face was one of...well, of adoration. Corbin wasn't sure he'd ever felt a greater degree of jealousy. It was like it was eating him from the inside out. There was something akin to self-loathing in there, too, largely because he'd done so much work to facilitate and strengthen the relationship between his wife and her boyfriend.

Then Corbin watched them indulge in a deep kiss. It wasn't the sort of kiss you'd share while socializing, but Corbin understood that this was not a social occasion, that it was an entirely unique situation and that within the unique confines of their situation it made perfect sense that Callie's tongue would invade Gavin's mouth while her fingers inched towards his cock. She didn't quite grasp him through his slacks, but she came awfully close before the kiss ended and Corbin was surprised to find that much of his anxiety and frustration had washed away and been replaced by arousal. It wasn't quite the same as when Callie kissed him, but it was a similar sensation and he found it utterly fascinating.

"I adore my wife," Corbin said as they both looked at him after their kiss. "I really do. For a long time I neglected to show my adoration, but I do adore her and I want to prove that by putting her desires far above my own, and right now, Gavin, what she desires is you, so it's been my pleasure to do whatever I can to ensure that your relationship is fruitful."

"The hotel was a stroke of brilliance, Corbin," Gavin said with a smile. "That was easily among the best weekends of my life and you played a big part in that. I'm really very grateful."

Corbin believed him. There was no gloating. There was no sloppy attempt at asserting his dominance or alpha status. He was just a man expressing his gratitude to Corbin. It was surprising, really, but in the best way possible.

"It's been a pleasure," Corbin said before laughing softly. "Well, mostly it's been a pleasure."

Gavin and Callie chuckled too.

"I think you know this, Corbin, but I'm grateful too," Callie said. "I thought there was a chance you'd simply give up, that maybe you'd fallen out of love with me, that maybe our marriage was over. Instead you've proven that you love me even more than I thought possible. You've proved your adoration in so many ways, but tonight feels like the most significant. I know it's going to be hard for you, but accepting this change, accepting the fact that you're no longer permitted to cum inside your wife because I want my boyfriend to be the only man to enjoy that pleasure...that's a big deal to me, Corbin, and it shows me just how much you adore me."

"I do adore you, Callie. I do, and I'm so sorry it got to a place where you doubted that."

She smiled. "It's okay, Corbin. You're making up for it now, and that's what counts."

A short span of silence followed and Corbin filled it by sipping his wine. Or drinking most of it, actually, as he still felt a little strange sitting across from his wife and her boyfriend.

"There's one more big thing I wanted to talk about," Gavin said.

Corbin tensed up. "Okay."

"Well, I just wanted to say that if you wanted to watch tonight that I would be okay with it."

"I would too," Callie added. "I'm not sure if it's something you want, but I know that you're excited by the idea of Gavin cumming inside me and I know that at least part of you is turned on by the simple notion of me having sex with another man, so we talked it about it over dinner and decided that we'd actually be more than happy for you to watch tonight."

It felt like arousal and angst were smashing into each other in Corbin's head. One would gain supremacy and then the other would beat it down. His cock would stir and then go soft. His balls would tingle and then he'd feel a touch nauseous, all over the span of just a handful of seconds as he considered what it would be like to watch another man have sex with Callie and to do it in the bed Corbin shared with her.

"You have some time to think about it, Corbin," Callie said. "I'll come check on you before Gavin and I head to the bedroom."

The was her way of dismissing Corbin and he was grateful for it. "Okay. Thanks." He stood and left the living room. He kept his glass of wine, though, and he set it on the nightstand before crawling into the bed and closing his eyes to consider the offer they'd extended him.

That consideration went on right up until Callie knocked on the door. She popped her head in, smiled, and said, "Gavin and I are going to have sex now. Would you like to watch?"

It was such a simple, matter-of-fact statement, but of course it was a monumental thing they were doing. Or at least it felt that way to Corbin. "Yes, I'd like to watch."

She smiled and offered her hand. Corbin stood and approached the door. Callie led him down the hallway and into the master bedroom where Gavin was already waiting in the bed, though he was fully clothed.

Callie kissed Corbin on the cheek and said, "I'm so glad you want to watch. You may do so from a chair or from your knees on the floor. Please don't interrupt us."

"I won't," he replied.

Callie turned around and looked back at him before saying, "Will you unzip my dress?"

Corbin reached up and gently tugged on the zipper. He pulled it all the way down and then Callie slipped the dress from her shoulders, worked it over her hips, and let it fall to the floor.

She looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "Find your seat, Corbin. Oh, and no masturbating while you watch. You can do that in the guest room."

Callie had a small makeup table in the bedroom and Corbin pulled the chair out from underneath it. He turned it towards his wife and her boyfriend and positioned the chair six feet from the corner of the bed and sat.

Gavin was sitting on the edge of the bed with Callie standing between his legs. He'd already taken off her bra and his hands were filled with her breasts while they kissed. She was busy unbuttoning his shirt as their tongues entwined in a very noticeable manner that filled Corbin with arousal, pushing down the angst he felt.

After Gavin's shirt came off, Callie stepped back and bent over to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He stood and they fell to the floor. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and lowered them. Her fingers encircled his impressively large cock and stroked him as their lips met once more for the deepest kiss Corbin had ever seen.

As the kiss ended, Gavin stepped behind Callie. He brushed her hair to one side and kissed her neck while cupping her breasts. Callie closed her eyes and moaned before turning her head to find his lips.

Corbin was overcome with angst, and yet there was pleasure in watching. It wasn't just the arousal he felt - the arousal Callie had understood that he felt - because there was also pleasure in seeing that she really was enamored with her boyfriend, that her body responded to his touch with intense desire, that they clearly had great chemistry. Corbin felt good because he'd helped to stoke the embers of desire between them. He'd worked hard to do so, in fact, putting in a great deal of effort to ensure that Callie and Gavin had a relationship filled with romance and memorable experiences.

Of course, the angst was the other side of that coin as Corbin couldn't help but worry that his wife would want more and more of Gavin, that she wouldn't be content with him spending the night a few times a month, that she'd want him to become something more than her boyfriend at some point.

In the moment, though, Corbin didn't give much time to thinking about any of that. The erotic show unfolding in front of him was just too beautiful. Gavin's fingers had found their way into Callie's pussy as he remained behind her. They kissed as he penetrated her and elicited a series of moans into his mouth.

"I'm so wet for you," she said. "For this. For tonight. For your cock inside me. For you to cum inside me."

She reached back to stroke her boyfriend's cock as Corbin adjusted his erection. He was a bit embarrassed to have gotten hard while watching - he wasn't touching himself in any way - but there was no point in denying it. He was turned on watching another man fool around with his wife. That was an absolute truth.

Callie escaped from Gavin's tender grasp and crawled into the bed. She looked over her shoulder while on her hands and knees and shook her ass at him before laughing and rolling onto her back. Gavin moved on top of her, but Callie pressed her hands on his chest and said, "On your back."

He rolled onto his back and she moved between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. Corbin couldn't quite see the blowjob, though - just her head bobbing up and down - so he shifted his chair as quietly as he could.

Then Corbin sat and stared at his watched his wife's lips move up and down another man's cock. Callie had her fingers around the base, but they weren't moving. She was simply pleasuring him with her mouth, an act that inspired intense jealousy in Corbin, in no small part because every indicator was that Callie thoroughly enjoyed giving head to Gavin.

It wasn't a long blowjob, but it was beautiful and Gavin was throbbing and covered in her saliva by the time she'd finished. Callie then crawled forward, straddled him, and reached back to grab the base of his cock. She rubbed the head of it over her pussy lips, teasing him with her heat and wetness.

"Take me inside you," Gavin said.

"Do you want me, Gavin? Do you want to feel my tight pussy around your cock?"

"More than anything. Fuck, Callie, more than anything."

They kissed as she took him in her pussy. Their tongues danced as his unprotected shaft slid deep inside her. Corbin sat back in his chair and rested a hand on his chest, as if doing so could calm the pounding of his heart.

It didn't calm him. Nothing would calm him. Not in that moment. Corbin couldn't avoid the notion that his marriage had just changed. It might have been a silly thought - Callie had already been fucking another man for months, after all - but still, he couldn't quite get that sensation to go away. This was different. Unprotected sex in the bed that Callie and Corbin shared was different.

Once Gavin was fully inside her, Callie leaned down and kissed him without moving her pussy. Gavin ran his hands down her back and over her ass and then back up and into her long blonde hair.

"It feels so good," he said.

"My pussy?"

"Yes. I knew it would be better without a condom, but it's so much better."

She sat up, pressed her hands into his chest, and said, "You'll never have to use a condom again. You can have my pussy bare whenever you want it."

Angst flooded Corbin. Whenever Gavin wanted it could be quite often. That was probably just a figure of speech, but still, Corbin struggled with the notion that he'd planted the seeds of what was now unfolding in his bed, which might very well have been him losing a grip on his marriage.

Then Callie started to ride her boyfriend. Corbin moved his chair once more and found a perfect angle where he could watch another man's cock move in and out of his wife's pussy. He was struck by intense desire. Overwhelming, even. Pleasure coursed through him. Intense, overwhelming, stunning pleasure. He didn't want to feel that particular pleasure, but there was no avoiding it. He couldn't control it. It was just there, rocketing through his body in a remarkable fashion.

Corbin lost track of time watching the rhythmic penetration of his wife's pussy, so he wasn't sure how long it was before Callie had an orgasm. She did, though, dropping her pussy onto Gavin's dick and climaxing as the other man played with her breasts.

"It feels better for me, too," she said before collapsing on top of him. "It feels so much better, Gavin."

They stayed like that for a short while and then Callie dismounted and rolled onto her back. Gavin moved between her legs, slipped inside her, and began to fuck her slowly.

It seemed to Corbin that they were making love. He knew that the distinction was often quite fuzzy, but the thrusts were slow and deep and there was a great deal of kissing and touching and moaning. It wasn't fucking. It wasn't entirely about the pursuit of their orgasms. It was about connecting as a couple, about enjoying each other and indulging in their intense desire without any rush to get to the end. It was lovemaking. It was absolutely lovemaking.

It ended with Gavin and Callie cumming together. Her toes curled and her thighs trembled a little as his cock pulsed while he unleashed in her pussy. Corbin held his breath as it happened. His body just wouldn't exhale as he watched another man cum inside his wife.

It was an experience unlike any other. It was beautiful. It was thrilling. It was horrifying. It was angst-riddled. It was everything all at once and it left Corbin aroused, confused, thrilled, and nervous, among other things.

Gavin pulled out after a few minutes and Corbin stared at his wife's pussy, which gaped from the thickness of her boyfriend's cock. There was a small trickle of cum already leaking out of her and the image was instantly burned into Corbin's brain.

"Corbin?" Callie asked.

He looked up to see her smiling at him. "Yes?"

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

He nodded.

"I'm glad. You can leave us now."

He stood and immediately regretted not having shifted his boner so it would be less obvious. His arousal being on display in that manner felt embarrassing. Callie and Gavin both looked, though neither said anything.

"Have a good night, Corbin," she said.

"I will, and thank you for letting me watch."

"You're welcome."

Callie turned to Gavin and cuddled with him as Corbin left the bedroom and shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath, leaned against the wall for a handful of seconds, and then made a beeline for the guest room.

Corbin stripped from the waist down, kept his underwear with him to catch his load, and crawled into bed. He masturbated while replaying what he'd watched. He stroked with great fury and he came in less than a minute with the vision of his wife's gaping, cum-filled pussy in his head.

When he was finished, Corbin closed his eyes as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. He could have gotten up to brush his teeth. He could have changed into a pair of clean underwear. He could have cleaned up his cock a little.

He did none of that. Instead, he fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake until the next morning when the sounds of his wife and her boyfriend having sex lured him from his slumber.