Married Man Is Turned Out

The work week was flying by for Connor, but it still wasn't fast enough. His wife Sara was leaving Friday to visit her mom to help with a garage sale, and Connor couldn't stop thinking about what he and Brad would do. He pictured himself back in Brad's silky bed, without having to worry about being interrupted or sneaking back home, able to take his time. Brad had promised to show him new things, he couldn't imagine what, they had already had so many firsts, but he couldn't wait.

Each workday he spent at Brad's, trying to strike a balance between working, working out, and riding Brad's cock. He was amazed at how much easier it was to take Brad's cock into his once virgin ass. Brad had even filmed it happening up close with his phone, his lubed up cock sinking into Connor, and he found himself watching it over and over...

They were cumming twice a day together at least. Sixty-nining... fucking on the massage table again, on the love seat, and on the cushioned mat in the basement. The only place they hadn't returned to was Brad's bed. He had asked Brad about it once, sitting on his lap as they watched the video from that wonderful night they had made love in the bed.

"Mmmm let's save that for the weekend." Brad had growled into his neck, then began kissing him. He shivered and squirmed his bottom on Brad's lap, gratified at feeling the older man's hardening cock.

Connor could feel the workouts having an effect already. He had more tone in his muscles, and Brad praised him constantly. Working out before had been a bit of a trudge, but now it felt so exciting. Making his body sexier and stronger for Brad was a thrill, the only distracting thing was how hard he would get, feeling Brad's eyes on him as he squatted and lifted. Even Sara was noticing, which somehow made him feel less guilty, since she was benefitting too.

"Your arms are definitely looking bigger," She said, squeezing him Wednesday evening. He thought she might be in the mood for sex, but he was feeling beat, he and Brad had fucked in the shower earlier, and his legs had been quivering afterwards.

"Thanks, it's been tough though, I'm exhausted." He said, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

"Yea, ok." She sounded disappointed, but he didn't think too badly.

"So what are you and your mom going to do this weekend?" He asked.

"Oh, probably just watch some chick flicks, drink a little wine. Are you going to be lonely?"

Connor had to suppress his grin. "No, I'll be fine, get some yard work done, watch some football."

"Hang out with Brad?" She asked.

"Maybe, we haven't talked about it." The lie came out so naturally, Connor didn't even feel nervous saying it.

"Well, I'm gonna get ready for bed."

"Me too."

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Thursday they fucked while Connor sat in a meeting, periodically having to unmute to talk. Brad gave him a wicked grin each time, and Connor couldn't help returning it.

"And Connor, if it's getting too hard, let us know."

"Oh, it won't be too hard for me." Connor winked at Brad, muted, and then sank back down onto Brad's cock.

"I've turned you into such a naughty boy." Brad said mock regretfully.

"You have, I can't help being dirty around you, it feels so good." They began kissing and fucking in earnest as the meeting wound down.

Later they were lifting more in the mirror, fully nude. Connor was admiring his own body, and noticed how many little hickies were on his chest, thighs, and ass. He'd have to talk to Brad about that, the older man got so carried away, but they also looked so sexy. He remembered when each one had been formed, and they made him feel like such a slut.

"Ready for tomorrow night?" Brad asked.

"Yes!" Connor said. "What have you got planned for us?"

"I can't say, but dinner will be at seven."

"Are you cooking for me?" Connor asked.

"Mmmmhmm, I can't wait for you to taste what I'm preparing." Connor saw Brad's cock was stiffening again and he licked his lips.

"Me either."

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That night Sara and he were watching TV, but his thoughts were completely on tomorrow night. He was wishing he could shave himself, but he figured trimming things short was the best he could do.

He was wondering what he should wear, wishing he had sexier clothes, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had forgotten to silence it. He wondered if it was Brad, and desperately wanted to know what it said, but he couldn't pull it out in front of Sara.

"Was that your phone?"

"Yea, probably just Brad asking about Thursday night football."

"You're not gonna go are you? You've been spending so much time over there as it is."

Connor felt annoyance swell up, he wasn't even over there that much... that she knew of. Then he realized how stupid it was to feel annoyed, she was right of course even if she didn't really know. His blood cooled a little bit, he had to be more careful. Even mentioning Brad had been a stupid mistake.

"No, you're leaving tomorrow. I'm all yours." He said.

"Good." Sara snuggled herself into his shoulder.

Connor kissed the top of her head, and returned his attention to the show. Before long though his thoughts drifted back to tomorrow night. He thought about getting back into Brad's big silky bed and his cock stiffened in anticipation.

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The next day Sara was working from home, so Connor couldn't sneak away to Brad's house. He didn't mind too much, because he wanted to be fresh and ready for tonight. He felt nervous and excited, then embarrassed that he was acting like a girl being taken on a first date. But he guessed Brad was cooking for him, so it sort of was a first date. He felt even more nervous, his stomach was full of butterflies.

He spent the lunch hour trimming his pubic hair, and cleaning himself extra well in the shower. He admired himself in the mirror afterwards, flexing and imagining how Brad would look at him that night. He shivered in anticipation. Then Sara was trying to get into the locked bathroom, and he rushed to get dressed to cover his hickies.

"Hey sorry, didn't mean to lock it." He said, letting her in.

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When Sara finally left that afternoon, Connor had to stop himself from bustling her out the door. He helped her load the car up, and they were saying their goodbyes in the driveway when Brad popped out of his open garage.

"Are you guys going somewhere?" Brad called. Connor felt nervous, but his excitement for tonight was so high he was glad to see the other man. Brad was wearing a tight shirt that accentuated his pecs and biceps, his sexy gut sticking out just so... Connor realized he was staring.

"No, just me. Gonna visit with my mom," Sara said, sounding annoyed at being interrupted.

Brad wandered over, seeming to saunter to Connor's eye.

"Oh nice, Connor you should come over, we can grill out, maybe watch a movie or something. You like sausages?"

Connor didn't want to blush in front of Sara, but he was also turned on by the older man's daring.

"Sure," Connor said.

"Great, it's a date then." Fuck, why did he have to say that?

"Cool, you boys have fun, I should hit the road. Love you babe." Sara leaned in for a kiss. Connor was intensely aware of Brad watching, knowing how different the kiss was from the ones they had shared...

"Love you too, drive safe," Connor replied. His heart was beating so hard. He stood there with Brad, waving as Sara backed out of the driveway.

"I can't wait to have you back in my bed tonight, begging for my cock while I tease your slutty hole." Connor tried not to jump at the words.

"Fuck." He whispered, looking around nervously.

"Are you excited to spend the night? Be my sweet slut all night?"

Connor felt his cock stiffen. "Yes, daddy."

"Good boy. Come over at six, don't be late." Brad was staring hungrily at Connor. Connor swallowed nervously, then looked away.

"Yes sir."

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Connor came over exactly one minute before six. He'd spent a long time deliberating what to wear, finally settling on just khakis and his tightest polo. He knew Brad liked seeing him in tight clothes. He was so nervous waiting for six to come, he had drank a glass of wine to calm his nerves and tried to watch TV.

Brad opened the door with a big grin, and Connor felt unexpectedly shy. He'd been dreaming about tonight all week, but now that it was here he felt uncertain. Why was he getting so worked up, he knew he shouldn't be this excited that his wife was away, but he couldn't help it.

"Right on time, come in." Brad placed a hand on his back and guided him in. Connor shivered at his touch, wanting to melt into Brad's arms. He looked up expectantly as the door closed, and Brad leaned in for a kiss. Brad's lips felt electric on Connor's and he swooned, feeling Brad support him as he leaned into the kiss. His cock was getting hard but Brad pulled away.

"Ah, ah. We can take our time tonight. Come here I got you something."

"You did?" Connor wondered what it could be. He followed Brad into the kitchen. "Wow, it smells great in here."

"Thanks, we're having lamb shanks in a red wine sauce." Brad picked up a white box wrapped in a large ribbon, and presented it to Connor.

"Wow." Connor felt at a loss for words. "I didn't get you anything."

"You're my present baby." Brad growled, and Connor felt his stomach flip. "Open it."

Connor walked to the kitchen table, set the box down, and nervously pulled the bow loose. He lifted the lid, dug into the tissue paper, and pulled out something white and lacy. His mind was racing and he finally realized it was a skirt.

"There's more in there, a top and some garters," Brad said.

"I... I can't wear this," Connor stammered, feeling his cheeks get red.

"Yes you will baby, you will look so fucking sexy. It's just a little roleplay, I want you to be my sexy, virginal wife tonight."

Connor swallowed, feeling lightheaded he set the skirt on the table and pulled out the matching lacy top, almost like a bra, and white garters in a package. He set them back down, uncertain what to say.

Brad came up behind him, placing his hands on Connor's arms, pressing his groin into Connor's ass. His hot breath on Connor's neck was followed by gentle kisses. "I want to see you all dressed up for me baby, don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes daddy." Connor did, he felt so turned on, but also scared. This felt like a line he hadn't known he wanted to cross, but he wanted to look sexy for Brad.

"Here, I'll get you a glass of wine, make you comfortable first."

Connor gratefully took the glass that Brad poured, the bottle was already open on the counter, and took a large gulp.

"You're so cute when you're nervous. Here let's smoke a little too, get you really at ease." Brad produced a joint from his shirt pocket and lit it. He took a few puffs, then passed it to Connor. Connor took a few big puffs of his own, and tried to relax. He still felt tense and took another sip of the wine.

"There we go," Brad said, smiling approvingly. He crossed over to the oven and pulled a large dutch oven from the stove with potholders. Connor watched, the whole situation feeling a bit surreal still.

"Go get dressed, I've got a few finishing touches to make." Brad's commanding tone left no room for argument. Connor quietly gathered up his gift, grabbed his glass of wine and headed for the bathroom.

Connor nervously stripped, and found himself holding the outfit and feeling foolish. How could he walk out there in this? And sit in front of another man in women's clothes, eating dinner. The fabric did feel soft though, and he figured he could at least try. Maybe it wouldn't fit and he could come back out in his normal clothes.

He pulled the skirt on first, and he had to admit he enjoyed the way the silken fabric felt on his crotch. It took him a minute to figure out how to hook the garters on, but soon he had both of them on his legs as well. His legs weren't that hairy, and he was amazed at how good they looked on him. Next he pulled the top over his head, it was a bit tight but not terrible. He turned to the mirror, holding his breath.

"Oh," he said aloud. He was shocked at how he looked. He'd always been slim, but this outfit made him look girlish. He ran his hands across his chest, liking how soft and silky he felt. He wanted Brad to feel him like this, and he started to get hard at the thought. He spun, and was amazed at how good his ass looked, the gauzy material of the skirt only covered half of his ass, the white silk panties underneath covered little of his ass. His round butt looked like a woman's in this outfit. He suddenly knew Brad would love it, and couldn't wait to show him.

He folded up his regular clothes, put them in a corner of the bathroom, and took a deep breath. After another sip of wine he felt ready and stepped nervously from the bathroom. Brad was waiting for him in the kitchen, and was leering as Connor came in, uncertain of how to walk dressed like this.

"Wow," was all Brad said.

"Do you like it?" Connor felt embarrassed at how flirtatious he sounded, but that was how this outfit made him feel. He was holding himself differently, arms up across his chest like he was shy, but loving Brad's attention. Brad crossed the room to him.

"I love it." Brad growled, pulling Connor into him. They kissed, and Brad's strong hands groped at Connor's ass under the skirt. Connor moaned, loving how strong and commanding Brad felt. He leaned into Brad's chest, kissing fiercely back, his own cock getting stiff and pressing into the silk panties. He ground himself on Brad's groin, wanting to feel the older man's hardness as well, but Brad pulled away.

"You look perfect, just how I imagined," Brad said, grasping Connor's hands in his own and staring into his eyes. "My perfect little wifey for tonight."

Connor blushed, feeling so hot, loving the way Brad's eyes glinted, boring into him. Then Brad was looking him up and down, making him feel so sexy.

"Spin for me," Brad commanded. Connor did, feeling foolish, but elated too. The weed and wine were beginning to hit, and his self consciousness faded. He felt himself basking in Brad's attention.

"So beautiful, here dinner is ready. Let's eat." Food was the last thing on his mind, but Connor realized the room smelled even more delicious. Brad pulled out a chair for Connor, and Connor daintily sat down. Brad joined him, filled a new wine glass for Connor, and took Connor's hand in his. Connor felt electrified at his touch.

The meal was lamb shanks, with red wine sauce served over mashed potatoes, with roasted broccoli. Connor wasn't sure if it was the weed or the company, but it was one of the best meals he could remember having in a long time. He praised Brad's cooking, and they talked about food, wine, and their favorite restaurants.

"There's a great steak house I know," Brad said, "It's forty minutes away, we could go together sometime."

"I don't know." Connor thought that would be risky.

"You wouldn't have to dress like this." Brad laughed. "But it's far away, no one would know us, we could have a real date out."

"That sounds nice." Connor couldn't believe what he was saying. Dinner here was one thing, but they couldn't go out on a real date.

"But imagine if you did dress like this, every guy in the place would be staring. Knowing that you're my girl, wishing they could have you like I do."

"I... I..." Connor stammered, suddenly so turned on he was reeling.

"Then we could get a nice hotel, kissing and groping each other at the front desk." Brad continued, his hand reached out to rub Connor's knee through the garter.

"You'd look so cute in some nice heels. I can imagine them still on your feet while they're up on my shoulders in the room."

"Oh... fuck" Connor could see it too.

"Ready for dessert?" Brad asked, suddenly nonchalant.

"I... yes." Connor managed, he realized he'd finished his second glass of wine with dinner, and was feeling it. Brad took their dishes away, and Connor took a big sip of water, suddenly feeling hot despite his skimpy clothing. He watched Brad at the sink, rinsing their dishes, before retrieving something from the fridge.

"Room for dessert?" Brad asked, bringing small slices of chocolate cake to the table.

"Mmmm looks yummy." Connor thought he sounded more girlish too, but he didn't care. The wine and weed had him feeling super relaxed now.

They ate slowly, tension in the air after Brad's dirty talk. Connor found himself watching Brad's hands, his lips, and wanting the meal to be over.

"Oh you got some chocolate on your face, here." Brad's hand came up and he wiped at the corner of Connor's mouth with his thumb. Connor sat open mouthed, electrified at Brad's touch. Brad grinned, and placed the thumb between Connor's parted lips. Instantly Connor's tongue came out to lick the chocolate, and Brad pressed his thumb into Connor's mouth. Connor closed his eyes, and began slowly to lick and suck Brad's large digit. His heart was pounding and his cock was getting stiffer.

"Such a good girl." Brad whispered. Connor felt a thrill and his eyes shot open. Brad pulled his thumb out and stood.

"I think we've had enough of this, I'm ready for my real dessert."

"Yes?" Connor asked breathlessly.

"Let me go get a little more comfortable." Brad walked out of the kitchen and Connor heard him heading upstairs. He was waiting, unsure if he should have more wine, when he heard his phone ding from the bathroom. Sara! He had completely lost track of time and forgotten her. He rushed to the bathroom and dug his phone out of his pants.

"How's your night going?" he read.

He looked up at himself in the bathroom mirror. His erect nipples poked out from his lacy and sheer top, his face was flush, and his cock pressed almost painfully against the silky panties of his skirt.

"Great, having some dinner with Brad" Connor typed back.

He felt nervous, but he had already decided it would be easier to keep his story straight about this weekend if he had a bit of truth in it.

"Anything good?"

"Just burgers, gonna watch an action flick." Connor grinned, feeling giddy, that well may be true, but it wouldn't be the kind of action Sara thought. "What are you up to?"

"Just chatting, my mom was super excited about the baby news."

That cooled Connor's blood a bit. He had been feeling delightfully naughty a moment ago, but talking about a baby, the real future of his life, was like a cold splash of water on his face. He felt guilty trying to respond, dressed like this...

"Yea. I bet she was."

He walked back to the kitchen and refilled his glass. There was a sitting room next to the kitchen and he went in there and sat on the couch, feeling stupid in his little outfit. What was he doing? He imagined Sara and her mother seeing him like this and shuddered. The blinds were all closed, but the spell of only moments before was shattered.

After a few moments Brad came back down, dressed in only a black plush robe, his chest with its black and silver hairs that Connor loved feeling on him was exposed.

"Mmm you got more wine?"

"Yea," Connor said quietly.

"Everything ok?"

"Yea, just feeling a bit silly." Connor gestured vaguely at himself.

"Don't, you look so lovely." Connor felt a glow at these words, but still felt guilty. Brad got his own glass from the kitchen table and sat down next to Connor.

"Your body is so sexy like that, I wish I had a million outfits for you to wear for me."

Connor's cock twitched, and he found himself posing a bit, pulling his shoulders back and pulling his legs together.