The Flirt

The tour organizer had been flirting with my man the entire vacation, laughing at all his jokes, complimenting his body when he got out of the pool, offering to get him discounted drinks from the bar. So when he took my boyfriend down to the beach to show him the rocks, I waited two minutes before I followed. I was going to confront him and tell him to knock it off, as it was getting on my last gay nerve. 

Turns out two minutes was far too long to wait and I found them like this. The cocky fuck just grinned at me. "What? I wanted fucked!" he smirked. 

My man simply said, "I'm not going to apologize, how about we share his pussy the rest of your trip?"

My boyfriend's moans as he was getting cored out assured us both that he thought that was a very good idea.

Yeah, I offered to share the bitch's ass the rest of the trip, but that night as I was getting my cock sucked, I changed my mind. I actually felt sorry for the dude who was frantically sucking my cock as I watched him get fucked by his husband. I literally felt sorry for the poor bottom. 

I pulled out of his mouth. "Do you want me to take over fucking you like I did before?"

"Oh, yes, please, Sir!" The dude begged. "I need to feel a MAN inside me again. It's been so very long."

I moved to where the husband was standing and pulled him off his guy, taking my place behind the bitch who was cunt up. I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock deep into him, then I started pounding him hard like I had that afternoon. There was no way his husband could ever fuck him like I did.  It's not the poor husband's fault, though. It is easy for me to treat this dude like he's just some random pussy cum dump bitch, because to me that's all he is. At the end of this tour they'll be gone, and I won't see either of them again. Next week I'll find a new dude to take my loads. They are more  than that to each other. And even if the husband did manage to fuck that bottom roughly, like I did, he just doesn't have the equipment to make him gape like I did.