Busted wanking by wife [mast][MF][gay, a bit] – Part 1

So there’s that line that’s always used when someone gets caught doing something risky, usually sexually related like cheating on a partner, that they wanted to get caught. They pushed things too far and took too many risks but were half expecting to get busted and that was kind of what they wanted. I can assure you, in this instance I had no intention of getting caught, ever.

I’ll put my hand up and say that having a marriage with almost no sex in it for a long time has driven me deeper and deeper into some of the kinkier parts of the internet. I’ve fantasised about a ton of different things; some kinky, some super straight, many or most involving my wife. I think it’s kept me sane AND I’ve never acted out on any of the fantasies or even been temped too; that feels like a line too far to cross. Something I often come back to is gay, guy on guy (on guy) porn. Don’t know what it is but once or twice a year I get an urge to watch some gay porn and masturbate to it. It *scratches an itch* so to speak and then I’m not interested anymore.

My usual routine is simple: I’m either working from home and in the study, or I’m up late at night after my wife’s gone to bed or I’m on a work trip and in a hotel. Got all my porn on a USB drive: plenty of space for all my favourite movies or clips downloaded from the web and I’d downloaded tons of tumblr sites so I could review them offline (perhaps it’s because I’m of an older generation, I don’t mind a slideshow of still images to wank to. A hangover from the pre-streaming/Pornhub days of the internet). When I know I’ve got more time, I grab a some lube and a towel, rather than just tissues, and make an event of it. Take my time and draw out the session.

So last Friday I was set. Wife was not only at work but out for drinks afterwards, which meant I had time to clear my inbox of work, grab an after work beer and set myself up for a long wank session. And it was that time again that a bit of man on man action was called for. Given I was at home with a nice big monitor, I fired up a new application I’d found that displayed 4 images at a time on screen and rotated through a list automatically. I could sit back, open a beer, drop my pants, lube up a hand and start working on my now growing erection. I love the feeling of having to go back fro more lube: you can feel that there’s lube dribbling down your balls and it’s good to know that you’ve been there for a while getting lost in the feeling of your cock in your hand. My balls were stirring and the pressure was building but I knew I wanted to draw this session out so I’d break now and then when I was close and go and get another drink. It’s fun to wander around the house with a massive hard on, dick shining with lube, pre cum now dripping from the end of my cock. I was lost in the high it was giving me.

When I sat down for my next round I landed on one of my favourite sets of images: what looked like a 70’s or 80’s set, two masculine guys, hairy (like me), who play out a scene in a lounge room that involves lots of mutual cock stroking and plenty of cocks being sucked. It had been about an hour since I’d started and while not the longest wank session I’d ever had, I was ready to bring this show to a close. I set my beer down and picked up the pressure and pace on my cock, which by now, and in anticipation of a result in site, was rock hard now and leaking like a sieve. I’d raised one leg up onto the desk so I could rub my asshole which always takes things up a notch. The pressure and pleasure was amazing and I knew this was going to be a major load when I finally came.

And then boom, there was this voice that came from behind me. “You right there?. My wife was standing in the doorway to the study. I hadn’t heard any approach: no front door, no keys, no bags being put down, nothing. Don’t recall if it was because I was deep in a haze or because she had just been quiet, but in that moment, while you’re trying to work out how to hide what you’re doing, you’re braining is analysing everything faster than a supercomputer and you’re not really in control. I had hit multiple keys in an effort to try and hide the various images on screen, and it’s not a great way to find out that the program grabs focus of the screen and pops up over everything else every few seconds when it loads a new image. My efforts to hide the evidence were thwarted by a new image of cocks being sucked every 5 seconds. This, of course, was secondary to the fact that I was naked, there was a bottle of lube on the desk and what lube wasn’t in the bottle was all over my now softening cock.

So I just gave up. What’s the out strategy I could have played? You can’t talk your way out of a situation like that. I just stood there and looked at her like “Ok, so, this is what I did and now is the part where you lose your shit”.

“Show me what you were watching.” she said sternly, and expecting that full admission of my guilt was my only way out (honesty is the best policy kind of thing), I switched focus back to the parade of dick pics. She took a moment to process what was being presented and then it happened.

“Keep going.”, she said.

“Seriously, that’s all I was watching.”, thinking she was asking to see whatever other porn I had been watching.

“No, keep jerking off.”

“I’m not really…”, I started to try and talk my way out of it but was cut short but her immediately. “Sit down and keep going.”, she said but now she was moving a hand to her breast.

I wasn’t really sure where this was going or how it was going to end, but I wasn’t going to fight it.

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