Rick had just left to go hang out with my wife Stacy at the creek. I was in the motor home making dinner.  Five minutes earlier, I just had my mouth around Rick's enormous cock.  I sucked him until he came in my mouth and on my face.  As he stepped out of the RV to go see Stacy, he casually told me to make dinner.  I'm not sure who I hated more at that moment, Rick, for telling me to suck his cock and then make him dinner...

Stacy and I had finished all the paperwork.  Renting a motor home for two weeks took a lot of signing and agreeing.  It was late July and we were heading north where we didn't have a plan or care.  We were looking forward to a fun adventure in the southwest.   The vehicle was big;  a nice bedroom in the back with a queen-size bed, a dresser and a TV.  Then forward of the bedroom was a fairly nice bathroom with a shower th...

The kitchen table that turned into a pull-out bed was not very comfortable.  But, as daylight slowly rose over the hills to the east of us, the comfort of a pull-out bed was far from my main concern.  As I sat up, the horrifying reality of last night came flooding back into my mind.  What began so wonderfully as a road trip vacation for Stacy and I had turned into an unforeseen life changing situation.   I looked down the...

We grabbed a cab from the airport. Back in San Diego, again. Vacation. We both needed the getaway from work and life's daily grind. I was born and raised in San Diego and we look forward to coming back to visit family and friends every year or two. We tend to stay at the same hotel each time. The Sunset Inn, just a short three or four miles west from San Diego's airport. It was October. A good time to visit. Kids were bac...

This whole thing felt so strange. Not only was my wife spending the evening with another guy, there was a clear vibe that the only reason they were planning on seeing each other was for Eric to fuck her. There was no pretense of going on a date, or going out in any way. This whole evening was planned so Stacy could be fucked, and probably fucked a lot. They had to have realized how that made me, her husband, look. It was...

Stacy appeared to be descending into a blissful nap. Eric and I stood there. There was an uncomfortable vibe in the air. We had been friends in high school and hadn't seen much of each other since I had moved away from San Diego ten years before. Whatever that friendship was had come to an end this week. But, what was the dynamic now? I hated what had happened between him and Stacy, but I didn't see him as an enemy or a f...