Adam​

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4 years later

I followed one step behind Charlie and kept my head low, mainly focused on his ass, that looked firm and round under those skinny blue jeans.

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Making the decision to take on horse-riding as a hobby was the best decision of our lives. Charlie looked more sinful than he ever had, and I wasn't in bad shape either. I’d actually lost a few pounds, but Charlie loved my love handles so I didn’t go crazy.

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His hips moved from side to side with a little more intensity in his step, which made his limp more obvious—not that I cared—but it definitely made his ass irresistible. If I knew my husband, and after four years together, I think I did pretty well, he was doing it on purpose to torture the hell out of me.

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My dick stirred in my pants, but it didn’t get a chance to go fully hard as he pivoted around to face me and came to a stop on the side of Andy and Kyle’s bar.

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“Such a good boy,” he said, caressing my cheek. “Now remember the rules?”

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I nodded.

“Tell them to me.”

“K-keep my head down. Don’t look at any other men. Only speak with your permission.”

My dick responded to the promise and exhilaration of roleplaying while out in public. We hadn’t done that in a while and most days we didn’t even get a chance to do it at home. If we did, we had to be quiet about it. But today was a special day. Today was our four-year wedding anniversary, so we were free to do whatever we wanted.

“Good boy,” Charlie said with a pat on my cheek, turned around and walked to the front door.

Andy and Kyle’s place was heaving with life as was natural on a Friday night. The friendly chatter, the cluttering of silverware, the cash register snapping open, footsteps. Sounds infiltrated my ear drums as I kept my eyes on the floor. It was the best way to avoid looking at other men.

And considering the bar was a hub for queer men—and women—it was impossible to look anywhere without finding an attractive man.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite couple,” someone said and stood in front of us. “Happy anniversary, darlings.”

If the yellow crop top and the high-waisted baggy jeans weren’t any indication it was Kyle, then his cheerful tone most definitely was.

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“Hi Kyle. You’ve got our table?” Charlie asked.

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“Of course,” Kyle said and turned to the desk on his side, and picked up two menus. “Follow me.”

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“Busy night,” Charlie said.

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“Of course it is. It’s drag night. We’re always busy on drag night,” he replied. “Here you go. Should I get you your usual, or are you experimenting tonight?”

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I flinched. Did he know something? I looked up at Kyle. Charlie didn’t fail to notice. I was going to pay for that later. I wondered how I’d be paying for it. Would he spank me or whip me? Because maybe I could break the rules more if that was the case. Or he might deny me release—which was my least favorite punishment—in which case I had to be a good boy.

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Oh the possibilities were endless and I couldn’t wait. And we had the night to ourselves.

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“I’ll try something new,” Charlie said, taking a seat at the booth.

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I mimicked his action and sat down.

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“What about you, Adam?” Kyle asked.

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I looked at Charlie and he gave me a gentle nod.

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“I’ll try something new too,” I said, staring at Charlie.

I didn’t fail to notice the smile of satisfaction forming in his lips.

A hand waved in front of my eyes  and I looked at Kyle again. Strike two. I wish I knew what the punishment was going to be.

“Did I do something? Why won’t you look at me?” Kyle asked.

My eyes bulged and I looked to Charlie for help. And for permission to speak. Although even if he gave it to me, I didn’t know what I was going to say.

Charlie pursed his lips from side to side, his eyes slitted.

“He’s not allowed,” he finally said.

I blinked with surprise. Had he just said what we were doing?

“What do you mean he’s not allowed? By whom?” Kyle asked.

Charlie laughed. “By me, of course. We’re trying this… thing,” he said.

I blinked again.

“Oh. Is it like… to spice up your night?” Kyle asked.

Charlie nodded.

“Why not?”

Well, that hadn’t happened before. But somehow it made me even giddier. That someone knew what was going on—or half of what was going on anyway.

“Oh. Exciting. What else isn’t he allowed to do?”

My eyes could have popped out of their sockets at the question, but Charlie bit his lips and smiled.

“That’s for the two of us to know,” he said.

Kyle clapped his hands together and exclaimed. “Oh my God. This is ingenious. I think I need to have a word with my boyfriend.”

“Ew, Kyle. I don’t need to know what you and my brother are trying in bed,” Charlie grimaced.

Kyle giggled.

“Who said we’re trying it in bed?” he said.

Charlie put his fingers in his ears and shook his head.

“What? You told me about your… thing tonight. Do you think I wanted to know?”

“Yes,” both Charlie and I said at the same time.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Kyle was how unashamed he was about his vibrant sex life with Andy and what a busybody he was about others’.

“Lol. You got me. I did want to know. In fact I know about everyone’s sex life in here. Or lack thereof.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Charlie said.

“Hate you both,” Kyle said and walked away.

Charlie shook his head and looked back at me.

“That’s three strikes. Don’t you think I’m not counting,” he said and I smirked.

Yeah, tonight was going to be exciting.

Actually, it already was. But it was going to be epic.

First the rules. Now the promise of punishment.

We picked some cocktails to try and ordered our three-course meal with very little breaking of rules. And when we finished, Charlie ordered me to keep quiet until we got home and so I did.

Our house loomed ahead and with that the anticipation rose. We were only a few feet away from pleasure, from satisfaction, from release. And with every bit of distance we covered it grew bigger and bigger until it couldn’t be contained any longer.

I turned to watch Charlie as he brought the car to a stop and turned the engine off.

He gave me a side-glance and smirked.

“Does my boy want some naughty times with master?” he asked.

I nodded like an excited puppy.

God, even this little interaction felt good. I’d missed our kinky side. And there were still so many things we could do tonight. Things we hadn’t done in a long time.

“Get out,” he said.

I turned around so fast, I felt whiplashed. But not for long. I opened the door and got out of the car. We walked to our front door together.

Charlie unlocked the door and pushed it wide open, then he looked at me, eyes gliding over my body, lips biting, eyebrows arching.

And then before I knew it, he snatched me by my shirt and pulled me into him as he backtracked into the house. His hand, his breath, his eyes, his body, felt so damn good on mine. So full of heat and need. A wave of goosebumps washed over me until I was slammed against the now closed door with Charlie pinned on me.

“See, you’ve been a bad boy tonight,” he said, kissing spots on my neck.

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I lifted my hands to touch him, feel him closer, but he used his to grab my wrists and fling them to my sides.

“You… broke master’s rules. Over… and over… and over again,” he said, peppering me with wet kisses on my sternum. “And now you will be punished.”

A moan came out of me and he paused, looking up and finding my eyes.

“As punishment, you’re not allowed to touch me, or yourself,” he whispered. “And no talking. Understood?”

Oh damn it! I was afraid his punishment would be cruel to me, but not this cruel. No touching? Really? When I’d already barely touched him all of the past week?

I must have shown my disappointment, because he let go of my hands and touched either side of my face.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’ll take good care of you. I promise,” he said with a grin and sealed the deal with a kiss full of tongue and groans.

I kept my eyes on him as he kissed me, and then again when he descended on my chest and my stomach wishing more than anything that I could curl my fingers around his hair and guide him to my cock. Or to touch the fold on the back of his neck and put some pressure there. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed. Instead I had to keep my hands on my sides and watch him unzip my pants and let my dick free for his pleasure.

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Not the worst of fates, granted, but I itched to touch him.

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He took my length in his hand and pierced me with his gaze as he wrapped both lips around my slit. His tongue flicked over it, lapping up my precum and then he took me into his mouth.

I bit my lip. He worked up a rhythm. I bit my lip harder. He went faster, using a hand to jerk me off at the same time. A choke let loose from my lips. A tickle on the pit of my stomach grew larger and threatened to spill over him, but before it could happen, Charlie pulled away.

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He stood up and raised an eyebrow.

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“What? Denying you release is part of your punishment,” he said.

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The roll of my eyes was deafening, and as payback Charlie slapped me on the cheek. The heat of the strike made me hiss and my cock twitch harder.

“No attitude, boy,” he said, then pulled me by the dick and took me to the bedroom.

When we were inside, he guided me to the wall opposite our bed and pressed my back against it.

He took my shirt off and then my socks. My shoes and pants were bundled up at the front door. When I was fully naked, he pressed my hands palms down on the wall and leaned over one ear and whispered to me.

“You stay there and watch.”

He took off his black leather derbies, but held one in his hand. He raised an eyebrow again and came to stand in front of me. I felt the sharp toe of the leather make a trail on my thigh. And then he pushed it under my taint, the coolness of the fabric sending shivers all over me.

“You like that, filthy boy?” he asked.

I nodded.

Charlie flicked the end of the shoe over my nuts and the sharp pain shot up to my stomach and a groan came out of me unwittingly.

“You’re not supposed to enjoy yourself, slut,” he said. “You’re a filthy boy who needs to learn a lesson.”

He pushed my shoulders back to the wall, and I took deep breaths as pain made my groin even more tense and my cock bounced.

His lips traced ghosts over mine and then he pulled back proceeding to take off his clothes. The pants came off, then the shirt. The socks. And then finally his boxer briefs.

He lay back in bed and stroked himself. His dick was hard and pulsing. He kept his eyes trained on me and I couldn’t do anything but watch him but ran his fingers over his abs, over the stoma belt, his nipples, gripping his neck, his jaw, until he hooked them between his teeth.

I could die from how bad I wanted to go over—run over—to him and give him a helping hand. But I couldn’t.

He leaned over the bedside table and took out the lube, squirting it all over his dick and then to make this even more painful, took the fleshlight out and pushed it all the way down his length.

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Not fair.

So not fair.

His cock should be sliding up my hole. Not into that stupid tube made of plastic… silicone… whatever it was made of.

This was just the cruelest of punishments. Watching him pleasure himself while I could do nothing to help him or myself.

And then he had the cheek to moan.

While staring at me.

He wiggled his eyebrow so gently it was barely noticeable. It was like he was challenging me to break the rules again.

But I’d learned my lesson. I wasn’t breaking any more rules. I didn’t want this day to go by without touching my husband, dammit.

Charlie took the fleshlight off.

“Sorry. I had to warm up,” he said. “Does my boy want to be fucked?”

I almost forgot how to breathe or swallow when I realized what he was asking.

“Come on then.”

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“Really?” I asked.

He laughed.

“Of course,” he said and I literally lept across the room and climbed over him. “There he is.” His hand caressed my cheek and his other hand cupped my butt. Our mouths collided again and, boy did it feel good to feel him under me, my dick grinding on his. “Hey,” he said with a smile when we pulled away from the kiss. “I missed you baby.”

“So did I,” I said. “Now shut up, and fuck your boy.”

Charlie feigned shock, but he didn’t waste any time. He lubed me up and let me ride his dick like a cowboy. And what was best, I could touch him, kiss him, lick him. Do whatever I wanted to him.

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“No more roleplay on date nights,” I said. “It’s too much of a torture.”

Charlie groaned, but managed to shrug at the same time.

“We’ll see about that.”

“You’re a cruel master,” I told him.

He quirked an eyebrow and drove deeper into me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said and I upped the speed until Charlie whimpered, groaned, and I felt his hot seed inside me.

“I missed this,” I said when I collapsed over him and he was trying to control his breath.

“Me too, baby. Me too. Do you think we should start scheduling date nights?”

I raised my head just enough to look him in the eyes and nodded.

“Yes. Definitely. Yes,” I said.

“Cool,” I said.

“Cool.”

We stayed in each other’s arms a while. Then he gave me a blowjob. I gave him one. We went another round fucking. And then we slept.

We woke up in the middle of the night, had another go, then back to sleep. In his arms.

When I woke up in the morning, I snuck out of the room and into the shower trying not to bother Charlie. Which proved effective as he was still asleep when I returned to the room.

I checked the time.

Maybe I could cook him breakfast and we could enjoy it in bed before they were back.

I made my way downstairs and started the scrambled eggs, putting the bread in the toaster. When it was all ready, I put everything on a tray. The eggs, the bread and jam. The coffee. And I started making my way through the living room when the door opened and my screaming not-so-bundles-anymore of joy ran into the house wreaking havoc in their path.

“Daddy,” they screamed, hugging my legs and I almost lost the tray.

Thankfully, Yaya stepped in and took it from me.

“Morning, sweetie. We’re a bit early. They wanted to see you,” she said.

I smiled.

“That’s okay.” I told her and went down on my knees to hug my girls. “Did you have a good time with Yaya?”

They looked at each other as if they were trying to telepathically agree on a lie, but then they nodded. They were both blonde with beautiful blue eyes. And I loved them more than anything in the world. Even more than Charlie. And he knew it. He told me the same thing.

Katie and Sofia had joined our family a year ago and they were the biggest, most beautiful double trouble in the whole wide world.

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“Did you have fun with Bo?” I asked, referring to their cousin, Andy and Kyle’s son.

“Yes! Bo showed us how to do cartwheels,” Katie said. “Look Daddy.”

Then they both ran off to do cartwheels in the living room.

“Well done, girls. Good job. Be careful of the table,” I shouted, but they were too far gone into their play to even hear me.

Five years old and so full of energy. It was exhausting, but at least it kept us both on our toes.

“And how are you this morning?” Yaya asked with an evil grin.

“Very well, thank you,” I replied, playing it cool.

“I’m guessing Charlie is still asleep?” she said.

“Dad! Let’s go wake Dad up!” Sophia said and they both aimed for the stairs.

“Girls! No!” I shouted, but I had to run after them to stop them.

At the very least I needed to make sure he was decent when they opened the door. But they got to the room before I could catch up.

When I got in, Charlie was wearing his robe and the girls were sitting on either side of him hugging him close.

“You’re awake?” I said.

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He looked up at me with an amused look.

“Well, it’s impossible to sleep with these two devils in the house, isn’t it?”

The girls giggled and Charlie started tickling their armpits, which only made the giggling worse. And then they were screaming and laughing in intervals.

“Aren’t you going to join us, Daddy?” Charlie stopped and asked.

“No. No. No,” the girls shrieked when I grinned and joined in on the tickle war.

As much energy as they took, I wouldn’t trade this for the world. Our family was complete. Well, maybe we were still missing a dog, but that was easily rectified.

But no matter what, they were the best gift I could have asked for. Katie. Sophia. And Charlie. Our little storm of a family. Happiness personified.