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After Mickey’s experience being fucked by multiple men at the sex club they frequent, Ian and Mickey sit down and have a conversation about their marriage and wants and desires as they relate to sex. Ian admits that watching Mickey be fucked by other men was a huge turn on for him, and he’d like that to be part of their regular sex life. He also just wants to be part of it.
They finally land on the idea that when they go out to pick someone up to bring back to their apartment, Ian will be the one who makes the final decision on who it is. Mickey can give input and suggestions, but the decision ultimately falls to Ian.
The first couple of times they do it, Ian watches from a chair that’s in the corner of their bedroom, and he jerks off while he watches his husband’s ass get pounded and the look of ecstasy on his face when he cums. After the guy leaves, Ian fucks Mickey while telling him about how hot it was to watch him get fucked, and how he wishes Mickey could see it.
After they’re done, they talk about the idea of videotaping Mickey with other men so they can watch it back and get off to it together.
It’s brilliant.
They now have a collection of around 20 videos over the course of the past year or so, and they’re all Grade A material. That’s one thing about Ian’s choices. He somehow hasn’t managed to pick a dud yet, and afterward, everyone is plenty satisfied.
One evening, Ian’s phone rings right as he and Mickey are trying to get out the door for their weekly date night.
Ian looks down and sees that it’s Lip, and he begrudgingly picks up, “Yo, what’s up?”
“Hey, you sound like you’re in a hurry. I can call back later if you are.”
“We’re just headed out for date night, Lip, and running a little behind.”
“Ah,” Lip replies, “is this date night, or is this your fucked up date night?”
Ian rolls his eyes. He wishes he’d never told Lip about that. Deep down, he knew Lip wouldn’t understand.
“There’s nothing fucked up about our arrangement, Lip.”
“Ian, the two of you literally go out once every couple of weeks to find someone to come back to your apartment and fuck your husband. How is that not fucked up?”
Ian’s starting to lose his patience now, “Look, was there something you needed besides judging things about my marriage that you obviously don’t understand?”
Ian can practically hear Lip rolling his eyes, “No, I guess not. I was just calling to see if you wanted to grab dinner this coming week, but we can talk about that later. Have fun watching another man fuck your husband.”
“Yeah, fuck you, too.”
Ian hangs up the phone and looks at Mickey with frustration written all over his face.
Mickey shrugs, “I told you not to tell him.”
Ian heaves a sigh, “I know, but he’s my best friend, Mick. I didn’t know he’d react the way he did.”
Mickey turns to face his husband and leans up to place a gentle kiss on his lips, “Forget about him, E. All that matters is how we feel about it. You still good with it?”
Ian smiles down at him and nods, “Yeah.”
Mickey returns his smile, “And you know I’m still good with it, so fuck Lip.”
Ian chuckles against him, “Yeah, fuck Lip. Let’s go add to our collection.”
They head to a bar they’ve been scoping out for a couple of weeks. They don’t always pick up someone at a bar. They also surf Grindr, and sometimes, if neither one of those pan out, they call up one of their rotation of regulars who are always DTF.
At the bar they’re going to tonight, there’s one guy in particular they’ve both had their eye on. He radiates dom top energy, and Ian could swear he’s been watching them for the past couple of weeks, too.
They scope out a place by the bar where they can see pretty much everyone, and while they’re trying to see if he’s there, they also look to see if anyone else catches their eye.
As they look around the club, Ian’s eyes lock with another set from across the way, and yessss, it’s the guy they’d been looking for. Ian gestures with his head, inviting the man over to them.
He comes over and rakes his eyes over both of them.
“Hello there, gentlemen,” his voice is halfway between a growl and a purr, and Ian can feel Mickey’s breath start to speed up just slightly.
Mickey’s eyes light up, and he responds with, “Hey.”
“So,” the man licks his lips, “what’s your story?”
Ian smiles at him, “We’re married. We’ve been married for about 5 years now, and I really enjoy watching him get fucked by other men while I videotape it. What’s your story?”
The man’s grin brightens, “My name’s Justin, and I love to fuck other men. Do you have any rules?”
Ian and Mickey look at each other and shrug, “No separate hookups,” Ian replies, “Both of us are present during sex.”
Justin shrugs, “Sure, sounds great to me. Name the time and place.”
Ian can tell from Mickey’s body language that he’s already hard, and he licks his lips and says, “Our apartment, 5 blocks from here, now.”
They manage to make it through the door of their apartment before any clothes come off, but just barely. As soon as they’re inside, Justin has Mickey pressed up against their front door and is rubbing his cock against him. He must be big because Mickey’s whimpering as he pulls Justin’s belt loops to press their bodies even more firmly together.
“God…,” Justin says as he continues to rock his body against Mickey’s, “both of you are so fucking sexy. I’ve been watching the two of you for the past few weeks.”
Ian plasters himself against Justin’s back and tilts his head to kiss down the side of his neck. It gets the desired response as Justin moans and leans into Ian’s mouth. Ian grinds his erection against Justin’s ass, “Yeah, we’ve been watching you, too.”
Justin reaches up behind him to grab Ian’s neck, causing him to press his mouth more firmly against his neck.
He gasps out, “Fuck…I’m definitely a top, but I’d love to suck you off after I fuck your husband.”
Ian pants out, “Yeah…fuck…yeah, we can definitely fucking do that. Let’s head to the bedroom.”
He pulls back from Justin and turns to head to their bedroom. He made sure to set up the video equipment beforehand, and he’s glad he did as he watches Justin and Mickey stumble into the room, barely able to take their hands off of each other. Ian points the camera in their direction and presses record, reaching down to unbutton his own pants and relieve the pressure on his cock.
One of the things he and Mickey had gone back and forth on was kissing with other partners. On the one hand, it was something that could be really intimate, and on the other, they wanted things to feel as natural as possible, and telling people in the moment not to kiss you has a tendency to take people out of the moment. They had ultimately decided to allow it, and Ian’s glad they did as he watches Justin lick into Mickey’s mouth and listens to Mickey’s responding moan.
It's hot as fuck the way they rip each other’s shirts over the other one’s head, and Justin all but tosses Mickey on the bed as he scrambles to get the rest of his clothes off, too. Finally, they’re both naked, and jesus…the twin looks of desire on both of their faces. This video is undoubtedly gonna go into their regular rotation (hell, Justin’s likely gonna go into their regular rotation as well) as he watches Justin stroke his long, thick cock.
Mickey licks his lips, and before Justin can crawl on the bed with him, he scoots over to the edge and motions for Justin to come closer. He does, and Mickey leans forward to wrap his lips around the tip of Justin’s cock. They both moan as Mickey moves his mouth down further (Mickey loves sucking cock), and Justin’s hands go to his head.
“Holy fuck…god, your mouth is fucking incredible…”
Mickey moans at the praise, and he bobs up and down on Justin’s cock for a few minutes. Justin finally yanks him off, then leans down to lick into his mouth as he growls, “Wanna feel that ass on my cock now.”
Mickey nods with hooded eyes and swollen lips before scooting back up the bed. Mickey turns to reach for a condom, and Justin stops him, “I’m clean, man. I have my latest test results on my phone if you want me to grab it. I got tested a couple of weeks ago.”
Mickey hates to take them out of the moment, but after feeling the delicious weight of Justin’s cock in his mouth, the idea of being fucked bareback is too enticing, so he growls, “Go get your fucking phone.”
Justin’s out and back in the room in 2 seconds, and he must have that shit favorited because he immediately pulls it up and shows it to Mickey, who barely glances at it before tossing the phone across the room.
It would be funny except it’s so fucking hot, and Justin grins lasciviously at Mickey as he pushes him back on the bed so he’s laying sideways. Everything slows down as Justin covers Mickey’s body with his own. He strokes himself a few times while he drops teasing kisses onto his mouth. Mickey whimpers in response, and then Justin breathes out, “Want you to look behind you at the camera.”
Mickey looks confused, “The fuck for?”
“Because,” Justin breathes, “I want your husband to see the expression on your face when I do this…,” and with that, he has himself positioned at Mickey’s hole and slides his full length into him.
Mickey naturally arches his back at the feeling, and throws his head back. The camera perfectly catches the expression of bliss on his face as his mouth opens on a loud moan.
Justin smirks, “Yeah…just like that…”
He fucks into him, keeping his strokes long and smooth and deep. Mickey is all loud moans and “Oh god…fuck”s over and over again.
Justin pants right along with him. He shifts ever so slightly, and Mickey’s back arches off the bed as his moans get louder.
“Ooh, is that the right spot, baby? …Ungh…yeah…gonna keep hitting that spot, make you cum for me…lemme hear you…”
Mickey’s eyes are glassy as Justin keeps fucking him, and suddenly, he slows down and stops. Mickey looks up at him with unfocused eyes, and Justin smiles at him.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Wanna put on a good show, don’t we? Let’s see how you look riding my cock.”
He pulls out of Mickey and lays down next to him on the bed. He helps Mickey climb on top of him, and sink down on his cock. Mickey lets out another loud moan as he impales himself on Justin’s cock.
As soon as he’s fully seated, Justin reaches for his hips and grasps them, guiding Mickey back and forth. Mickey picks up his rhythm and starts rocking back and forth. He varies between moaning and biting his lip as he grunts against the feeling of being fucked.
Ian thinks he looks gorgeous.
“Fuck…that’s it, baby, show hubby over there how beautiful you look riding my cock…oh god…lemme hear you moan for me…ooh, you like that, don’t you? Like to hear how good you look riding this big, thick cock? Fuck…pinch your nipples for me, baby…yeah…fuck, you look so sexy like this…ooh…pinch them a little harder…yeah…feels good, doesn’t it? C’mere and let me suck on those pretty nipples…mmph…ungh…”
Mickey leans over Justin so he can lift his head to reach his nipples. He starts lifting almost all the way off and slamming his ass back down on Justin’s cock. God, he’s so fucking close…he just needs…
“Unh-uh, not yet, baby…lemme get at that ass from behind, yeah?”
Mickey was so incredibly close to cumming. He could’ve gotten there in the next few thrusts if Justin wouldn’t have stopped, but goddamn, it feels so good, he doesn’t mind prolonging the sex. God, he hopes Ian will be on board with adding him to their rotation of favorites. Aside from sex with Ian, it’s the best Mickey’s been fucked in at least a year.
Justin helps him dismount and get on his hands and knees. Before he positions himself behind Mickey, he walks around to the side of the bed where Mickey’s head is. He kneels down and lifts his chin ever so slightly, leaning in to kiss him filthily. Mickey whimpers into it as he returns the kiss, and Justin nips his lip as he pulls back and whispers, “Goddamn, baby…your mouth is fucking sinful…”
Mickey bites his lip and blushes as Justin moves away and comes back around to Mickey’s backside. He places one hand on Mickey’s cheek to steady himself, then lines his cock up with Mickey’s entrance and slides in. It feels so fucking good that Mickey’s arms almost collapse under him. Justin has him facing the camera so Ian can see every look of pleasure on both of their faces.
For his part, Ian has just been trying not to cum and feels like he’s losing that battle. He couldn’t not stroke himself as he watches this gorgeous man fuck his husband. And the way he talks to Mickey and the way he touches Mickey…fuck, he’s surprised he hasn’t cum already.
Justin starts talking again, and Ian has to still his strokes. He hasn’t forgotten about Justin’s offer to blow him when he and Mickey are done, and he’ll be damned if he misses out on that.
“Fuck…you love to be fucked, don’tcha? Is that why you and your hubby have been watching me for the past couple of weeks? Wanted me to come home with you and fuck…this…ass…? Fuck, you feel so good…you a slut for cock?”
Mickey’s been moaning throughout the whole thing, and when Justin asks him that, he moans out, “Yeah…love to be fucked…’m a cockslut…want it all the time…fuck…oh god, fuck me…”
Justin smacks his ass, making him let out a high pitched moan, then he reaches underneath him and pulls him up around his torso so his back is against Justin’s front. Throughout all of this, Justin never slows down his thrusts, and he turns Mickey’s head towards his as he continues to talk to him. He shifts his body and his angle just a little, and Mickey’s moans get even louder and higher pitched.
“Oh, fuck yes…that’s right, baby…gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you? Say my name, baby…whose cock are you gonna cum on?”
“Oh, fuck…Justin…Justin…fuck me…oh, god…OH, FUCK…”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby…gonna cum untouched for me like the cock slut you are…”
Mickey whimpers against his mouth, and Justin breathes out, “Cum for me, sweetheart…lemme feel it…”
Mickey’s eyes roll back in his head, and his body starts to shake as he cums hard against Justin. He’s letting out these breathy whimpers as stream after stream shoots from his dick up his torso and all over the bed in front of him.
Justin holds him in place and breathes into his mouth as he keeps fucking him, “Yeah, baby…fuck…so fucking tight on my cock…gonna make me cum so hard…gonna fill this ass up…oh, fuck…oh god…OH…FUCK…UNGH…FUCK…”
Justin cums inside of Mickey, and Mickey’s body shivers with aftershocks. Justin kisses him gently, “’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
Ian’s cock is so swollen right now at what he just watched in front of him. He actually had to squeeze his eyes shut when Mickey and Justin came so he wouldn’t cum with them. Justin lays Mickey carefully on the bed and propels himself towards Ian, immediately falling to his knees in front of him.
“Fuck, your cock is gorgeous,” is the only thing Ian hears before the blood is rushing through his ears as Justin takes him in his mouth. He moans around Ian’s cock, then lifts off, “Love how it feels in my mouth,” before taking him back in and bobbing up and down a few times then lifting off yet again, “Fuck, I would totally bottom for this cock…Jesus…,” then he takes Ian’s cock in his mouth again, and this time, he stays on it, sucking Ian voraciously.
Ian was already close, and he feels the build-up start. He taps Justin on the shoulder, but Justin’s not going anywhere. Instead, he moans around Ian’s cock, and this time, it’s Ian’s eyes that roll back in his head as he cums in Justin’s mouth, stream after stream after stream.
When he finally finishes, Justin licks him clean, then stands back up and leans in tongue first to kiss Ian and tangle their tongues together. It’s incredibly erotic, and even though he just came, he can feel the slight stirrings of interest in his balls. He also thinks he hears Mickey moan from their bed. Justin nips his lips as he pulls back, and the three of them look around at each other and grin at the rush of endorphins going through all of them.
Ian goes to get some tissues from their bathroom, and he comes back out to find Justin laying next to Mickey, kissing him gently in the afterglow of their fucking.
Justin grins up at Ian and leans up to kiss him, too. He looks back at Mickey and says, “Fuck…you were…perfection,” then he looks at Ian and says, “I don’t guess you guys would be willing to go for another round sometime, would you?”
Ian doesn’t even have to look at Mickey before he nods and says, “Fuck yes.”
Justin doesn’t stay the night, although none of them would’ve complained if he had. They all exchange phone numbers, and Ian tells Justin they’ll be in touch.
He and Mickey are lying next to each other, Ian’s arm around him and Mickey’s head on his chest.
Mickey sighs contentedly, and Ian grins, “I can’t wait to watch that one with you.”
Mickey grins in return, “Oh, yeah? Was that one pretty hot?”
Ian chuckles against him, “Oh, we’re gonna be watching that shit on repeat, love. Jesus, the two of you were so fucking hot together. I might’ve been a little jealous if I didn’t know you were completely committed to me.”
Mickey leans up on one elbow to look at Ian before he leans down to kiss him, “Nothing to be jealous about, Red. You know no one can give me what you can.”
Ian smiles and kisses Mickey again, “Makes me feel good to hear it, but he came pretty close, Mick. He’s definitely the best we’ve ever had on video.”
Mickey stretches languidly, “Yeah, I guess he was pretty good.”
Ian shoots him a look of disbelief, “Nice try. You made noises with him that I’ve only ever heard you make with me. He was amazing, Mick. It’s okay, you can admit it.”
Mickey chuckles, “Okay, fuck, fine, yes, he was fucking amazing, easily the best we’ve brought home with us since we started doing this.”
Ian nods and settles back in next to him.
Mickey shifts to look at him, “So…when do you wanna watch it?”
Ian feels himself harden, and when Mickey turns his body towards Ian’s, Ian can feel that he’s hard, too.
He breathily replies, “Tomorrow?” as he wraps his hand around Mickey’s dick.
Mickey moans in the back of his throat, “Ungh…yeah, okay…fuck…tomorrow…”
First thing the next morning, Ian loads the video from his phone to their laptop. They have a fancy laptop and TV now, and when they watch those videos together, they cast the video from their laptop to the TV. Ian loves to fuck Mickey from behind with his front against Mickey’s back while they get off to watching Mickey get railed on their 60” flat screen.
Which is exactly what they’re doing now.
“Fuck…look at the look on his face, baby…Jesus…he looked so fucking good fucking you…”
“Ungh…oh, god, E…”
“Tell me how it felt, love…how did his cock feel inside you?”
“Fuck…was so good…fuck…hit that fucking spot dead on…”
“Yeah…like this?”
Ian shifts his angle, and Mickey throws his head back onto his shoulder.
“Fuck…yeah…fuck…don’t stop…oh god…”
“Yeah, baby…gonna cum for me like you did for him last night?”
“Oh god…harder…”
Ian’s not sure if Mickey means he’s going to cum harder or if it’s a request for him to go harder, so he decides to do the latter. Even if that’s not what Mickey meant, it’s not like he’s going to complain, either.
“Oh, fuck…gonna cum, E…gonna fucking cum…”
“Yeah, baby…lemme feel it…fucking…fuck…cum for me, baby…”
The Mickey he’s fucking moans along with the Mickey on the screen, and the combination of Mickey’s ass tightening around his cock combined with the Mickey on-screen moaning as he paints his torso and their bed with his cum has Ian unloading into his ass.
They both pant for a few minutes as they come down from their intense orgasms. Ian turns his head towards Mickey’s, which is still on his shoulder, and he licks into his mouth.
“Love you, baby.”
Mickey grins against him and breathily replies, “Fuck…love you so much, E.”
They smile at each other, and Ian smacks the side of Mickey’s hip, “Shower?”
Mickey bites his lip and nods, and they both lean in to kiss each other once more before scrambling to the shower to spend a few more moments wrapped up in each other before they had to get ready for their day.