BLUFF

Gianni Holmes
Writing as Gianni X
 Cover Artist: Gianni Holmes
Editor: Jennifer Griffin
Bluff © 2021 Gianni Holmes

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 A Word From the Author

Dear Reader,
I’m so excited to bring you Gianni X. This is basically a side project that will
work hand-in-hand with my Gianni Holmes books that are published on
Amazon. Those published works tend to be very long, and in between
sometimes, I just want to write something very quick and sexy. I’ve been
hoarding many of these ideas for a long time and not quite sure what to do
with them as I already knew I have no desire to publish them to Amazon.
Simply put, the short stories will come in various forms, sometimes with taboo
content or situations that may not be suitable for Amazon. These stories are
not intended to reflect morality. They are about instant gratification. Most will
end up with at least HFN endings with some probably being darker.
If you’re exited about reading these shorts as I write them, you’ll be able to
find the others on my Patreon.
Looking forward to sharing these stories with you. Other topics which will be
featured in the Gianni X brand include but are not limited to stalking, incest &
pseudo-incest, teacher-student, bully erotica, fantasy, cuckolding, MMF,
multiple MM’s, bikers and mafia, in-mates, sports. You’ll be in for a treat.
The next story I’ll be writing is called The Substitute and involves feminization
kink. It’s basically what you get when a younger stepbrother ruins your chance
to bring your girlfriend on a holiday. You make him do all the things your
girlfriend would have done for you, of course.
Intrigued? I’ve got you covered on Patreon where Gianni X is bringing you
smutty sexy shorts for those times when we all need them.
XO
Gianni
“Enjoy, love.”
My wife, Elizabeth, caresses my cheek before she heads for the door.
This was her idea that I'd protested at first, but when she'd made it clear it was
happening with or without me, I'd reluctantly agreed with our one-time pass
for each other. A pass with a condition that I had to pick the man to fuck my
wife and she would pick the woman for me. Then there is the whole thing of
the night being videotaped for evidence, and that we would watch the tape
together after as a sign that we're okay with what happened.
Liz's date had been last weekend, and I'd surprised her by picking my
best friend Wes. He'd been hesitant at first, but I knew they'd both want it.
Not that I believe they've cheated before or anything. Liz always makes jokes
though that Wes would be her second husband if I die. Wes is a good guy and
if someone else is going to nail my hot wife, why not him? At least I know he'd
take good care of her. And he had. Watching the video had been a bit
disturbing but fascinating. And if I'd noticed she came faster riding my friend's
dick, I had a glass of wine and tried not to think about it.
Remembering the video sure made tonight easier though. I'm still
nervous about who she's picked out for me. Perhaps one of her friends, but
which one? Ashley has a nice rack that I could see myself playing with. Bobbie
has exquisite legs, and everyone knows from Glacia’s ex-husband that she’s a
freak in the bedroom. Whomever she chooses, I'll be fine with that.
I hear the car pull out of the driveway, and I make my way to the bar to
pour myself a drink to calm my nerves. I've never slept with anyone else
outside of my marriage, and a part of me is scared this will ruin the tenuous
nature of my marriage to Liz.
I'm half finished with my wine when the doorbell rings. I gulp the liquid
down, shake off the nerves, and head for the front door. The smile I've
reserved for one of Liz's hot friends morphs into confusion as I stare at her
older brother.
“Griffin, you just missed Liz,” I say awkwardly.
“Umm, actually I'm here to see you.”
“To see me?” That's a surprise since we're not particularly close to each
other. He's always present at family gatherings but for some reason he avoids
me. He's definitely never stopped by to see me before during my ten-year
marriage to his sister.
I scratch the back of my neck, hating to be that guy, but I can't have my
date walking in, and I'm not ready to receive her.
“Listen, Griff, how about we take a rain check on whatever this is?
Now's not really a good time.”
He frowns at me. “It isn't? Liz told me you'd be ready.”
I cock my head to the side, puzzled. “Wait a minute, Liz what?”
Even as I ask the question, I take a good look at him for the first time
since I opened the door. He smells good, of bergamot and rum. He's dressed
up a little more than the usual in a pair of jeans that look pressed. He'd
brushed his short curly brown hair and swept it over to the side. The dark
green sweater he has on matches his eyes, and it’s kind of unnerving that I
even notice that.
“Liz told me you had this thing where you have other people in your
bed and I’m your choice.”
 Although I'd already drawn that conclusion, I'm still at a loss for words
when Griff confirms my suspicion. Of course she would pull a stunt like this.
The one time I'd expect her to be a little less selfish and do something nice for
me like I'd done for her. I'd given her exactly who she wanted. I'd watched the
tape and seen how many times Wes made her come. I'd heard her loud cries of
his name as he pounded her. I never get that enthusiastic a response from her,
which is the reason she came up with this free pass in the first place. To cast
her net back into the sea of men.
Only now I can see clearly what she's up to. She had no intention of
choosing someone for me to sleep with. This was nothing but a ploy for her to
have her cake and eat it too.
“She lied about this, didn’t she?” Griff asks, his face burning. The parts
that aren't covered by his scruff. She hadn't even chosen one of those
effeminate boys I could pretend with. She'd sent her brother, who is as big as I
am and just as strong. If I hadn’t known that he's gay, I'd have never guessed it.
“The deal is for it to be a surprise.” My tone comes out waspish and
crass.
“Damn, then you didn't ask for me like she said?” The poor guy looks
ready to keel over in embarrassment, and I'm further angry at Liz for not only
putting me in this awkward position but also her brother. Griffin and I might
not be close, but I happen to know he's a good guy. He doesn’t deserve to
have his emotions played with like this.
“Dammit, I'm going to break her neck,” he grumbles. “I can't believe
she'd do this to me because she knows I've always had a crush on you. I
thought…”
He trails off, his face heating up even more. On a regular occasion my
face might have been just as red, but I'm too livid to even think right.
She can't get away with this. She always does, and I allow it. Like the last
time, when it'd been outed that she'd been having an affair with her boss last
year. She'd sworn it only happened the one time. I still don't believe her, but
for a little while there her behavior had changed, and I thought the outing had
made her see the error of her ways.
 From the stunt she pulled tonight, I couldn't be more wrong.
“I should go,” Griffin says and starts to step back.
I'm as surprised as he is when I grasp his muscular bicep to prevent him
from leaving.
“So, you got a crush on me, huh?” I force the words out in a playful
manner to ease some of the tension and let him know it’s okay. I don’t think of
him as weird because of it.
“You don't have to humiliate me about it.”
“Actually, I'm thinking one way or another tonight I'm getting my pass.”
I glance up and down his body and hope like hell I know what I'm doing. “Liz
obviously thinks tonight will be a bust and I'll send you packing.” Maybe it's a
need to call her bluff, but suddenly I'm yanking Griff through the door. I kick
the door shut behind him and cage him in.
“I don't know much about this, so I hope you can show me where to
start.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Griff murmurs, but he’s wetting his bottom lip,
and it’s oddly distracting. It might be a result of my adrenaline and how keyed
up I am at what Liz has done, but something weird’s happening in my
stomach.
Definitely the adrenaline.
“Oh yeah, we’re doing this,” I state, but hearing how predatory that
sounds I amend it. “I mean, if you want to.”
I swear I’ve never seen a grown man blush as much as Griff has since I
opened the door. He can hardly meet my gaze.
“Hell yeah, I want to. I just…um, do you want to?”
Had this been an everyday situation would I have wanted to? Hell no.
But did I want to teach my wife a lesson for screwing me over? Damn right. If
she expects me to forfeit my free pass on account of a technicality then I’d do
the damn opposite.
“Yeah, we’re doing this.”
He nods, his shoulders relaxing. “Cool, so…where?”
“You want a drink?”
 “Not really.”
I nod toward the stairs. “Then go on up. I’ll be right behind you. Just
need to take a stop first. Bedroom’s the second room to the left.”
He pauses to glance at me. “We’re doing it here?”
I shouldn’t really. I have a hotel booked in my name downtown, but I no
longer feel like moving this little tryst outside the house anymore.
“Yeah, can’t you see how eager I am?”
He smirks and without a word heads for the stairs. I watch his broad
back, lower my gaze to his firm ass in the jeans he’s wearing. He’s what women
would find attractive. Or other gay or bisexual men.
I open my mouth to call off the whole thing, but my phone vibrates. I
fish it out of my pocket and discover a message from my wife.
Have a good time, honey. I hope you blow his mind.
The message is followed by winky face emojis and a cheeky grin.
“Damn you, Liz.”
The mood I’m in, if it’d been my now eighty-year-old former childhood
housekeeper, Lydia, I’d be banging the hell out of her anyway. I pace to the
kitchen and swap my wine for a glass of scotch. I drink it quickly, regretting it
as the liquid burns going down, but I need it if I’m going through with this.
I climb the stairs with determined steps. The bedroom door is ajar, and I
slip inside, stopping in my tracks at the sight of Griff ’s naked back. It can’t be
any more different from what I’m used to with a woman. Broad and muscled,
he has a tattoo of a bird on his shoulder.
He’s still not aware I’m in the room as he unbuckles his jeans. He’s tidy
in the way he rolls up the belt and places it on the bed beside his folded shirt.
He shucks off his jeans along with his underwear, one very hairy ass coming in
full view before he pauses, pulls back up his boxers, and steps out of his jeans.
His legs are hairy and thick, and I almost bolt from the room before he turns
and spots me.
 “Hey.” He smiles and nods at the camera mounted on the tripod.
“What’s that for?”
“Videotaping it.”
He freezes, and I stifle my groan. Another thing Liz had refrained from
telling him.
“You mean videotaping you fucking me?”
My mouth falls open at how easily he says that. Now it’s my turn to
blush. I can’t decide if when he said me fucking him if he means I’ll be on top
or he will be. It sure would be a heck of a lot easier if he’s on the receiving end.
“I have to,” I reply. “Then we get to watch it together to assure each
other it doesn’t bother us.”
“You and Liz are going to watch this afterward? I don’t know about
that, man. I mean, this is a weird enough without all the special effects.”
A laugh startles out of me. Special effects huh? “I think we can manage
special effects on our own.”
He bites his lip again before he grins. “Yeah, you think you’ll be that
good the first time around?”
“To me sex is as natural as breathing.”
“Bet you never thought you’d be having sex with another man.” He
shrugs. “I know you’re doing this for all the wrong reasons, but at this point, I
don’t even give a fuck. I’ve thought about this too often to pass up the
opportunity.”
It’s strangely flattering to know I’ve been his fantasy. It doesn’t creep me
out at all. In fact, it kind of boosts my ego a bit.
“Let’s just get something straight,” I say. “Before we do this, there are a
few rules. Are you good at following rules?”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bulging beneath the force.
“Depends, if punishment’s involved.”
“Punishment?”
 “Yeah, I like my ass slapped as much as the next woman. Or guy.”
“You do?”
An image flashes through my mind of having him on all fours, my palm
crashing against his ass, and now I’m swallowing hard. Jesus, I need to get this
thing over with already before I confuse myself any more than I already am.
“Among other things.”
I’m curious what those other things might be, but I don’t give in to the
urge to ask. “I’ll be the one on top.”
“I’m cool with that. I mostly bottom anyway.”
“Really?” I would have pegged him for a top by looking at his body
structure. I really have this gay thing set to a stereotype, don’t I? He’s
confusing me, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Yeah, I love my hole being pounded, you know?”
Holy fuck, my cock twitches. It has to be at the mention of pounding
holes, not specifically the idea of me pounding him.
“This is just to fuck with Liz,” I blurt out. “I’m not gay for doing this.”
“I know. Look, I know this is about Liz screwing you over,” he says.
“That doesn’t bother me, especially since I’ll get what I want from the
equation too. When we’re done, I’ll walk out of here like nothing’s happened.
We won’t ever have to talk about it.”
That sounds good. Exactly what I want this to be.
He chuckles softly, comes over to me, takes my shoulders, and walks me
toward the bed. “Let me help you relax. You’ll see how good it’ll be. Straight
guys love having their dicks sucked, too, right? Let me start with that. Give you
a good time.”
“You want to suck my dick?”
Somehow, I’d imagined him lying on his back, me fucking him without
the whole foreplay, but he obviously has other things in mind, and I have to go
along with it. He’s the expert here and I’m just along for the ride to stick it to
my wife by sticking it inside her brother.
“No kissing,” I rush to say as he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
“Got it. Anything else? No getting addicted to your dick?”
My head pops out of my shirt, and I find his green eyes twinkling at me
with mirth. It relaxes me how easygoing he is about all of this. Just a fuck.
Nothing else. People experiment all the time.
“I don’t remember you being this mouthy,” I observe aloud to Griff,
catching my breath when his hands fumble with my belt buckle. I brush them
away and take over undressing. It’s a little weird having him do something so
intimate.
“I always tried to avoid you,” he replies. “Worried you’d find out my
humiliating secret, but now that’s out. Plus, you’re about to see just how
mouthy I can be when I have your dick inside my mouth.”
“Jesus.”
“What? You’d prefer for me not to talk about it? Because I think the
more I do, the less you’ll freak out about it.”
“I’m not freaking out.” And to prove my point, I step out of both my
jeans and my underwear, which leaves me standing naked in front of him.
“Fuck.”
His eyes are roving my body, and there’s no doubt how attracted to me
he is. It forces me to study our bodies and the differences between us. He’s
definitely not unfit, but he’s not built like me with a six pack. Whereas I’m
smooth, he’s hairy with thicker nipples that are slightly raised.
My gaze follows the straight line that runs down the center of his chest
and disappears into his boxers. With me watching him, he hooks his thumbs
into the waistband and pulls down. His cock, fully erect, springs free, thick and
long. I’m surprised he prefers bottoming given his size. Most guys would want
to use that to show off just how endowed and gifted they are with using it.
 “Is the video recorder already on?” he asks, and I pull my gaze away
from his dick. It doesn’t look so different from mine. Nothing to freak me out.
I’ve been touching one, albeit mine, for most of my life. I just have to
remember that.
“No, let me get it started.” I’m glad to widen the distance between us to
give myself some time to talk myself out of this, but I already know that I’ve
committed to seeing this through. Whether it’s about to be a poor experience
or not, I’ll grit my teeth and get through it.
Lights. Camera. Action.
“Wait,” I say as I land on the bed and Griffin drops to his knees on the floor
between my legs. “Is there anything I should know?” I ask him.
If I thought my question would successfully slow him down, I’m
mistaken. He takes my cock into his hand, and as much as I’d like to say it
doesn’t respond, a jolt runs through me.
“Like what?” he asks before lowering his lead and licking the head of my
cock.
“Fuck.” Nothing prepares me for the feel of his tongue flush against the
sensitive head. He smirks up at me, and I swallow, my heart pounding so hard
in my chest, I can hardly breathe.
“Is—do you object to anything?” I finally gasp out. “You know, things
that are your hard limits.”
“Very few hard limits,” he replies. “I’m down for hair pulling, light
choking, and I like it rough. Tied up, come inside me, on me…whatever you
want. Liz showed me your results.”
I’d almost forgotten that all parties involved had to take a blood test to
show their STD status. At the time the names were covered so we had no idea
whose results they were. The thought of coming inside Griffin blows my
mind. I don’t know what to think.
And then his lips cover the head of my cock head and it seems
inconsequential. I’d expected it to feel different, and I’m right. His beard
tickles against my skin. If I’d been thinking about closing my eyes and
pretending the lips around my cock belong to a woman, I’m out of luck. The
scratchy beard scrubs against the insides of my thighs. And…fuck, it feels
good.
I can’t escape the warm wet mouth sliding up and down my cock. I don’t
want to escape it. My cock’s already so hard inside his mouth. I’m not sure if
it’s because as another guy he knows exactly what we like, but he finds buttons
to press I didn’t even know I have.
He has an amazing gag reflex that allows him to deepthroat me with
nothing more than a gurgling sound when I hit the back of his throat. His
hand strokes in tandem with his mouth, and every time he captures just the
head between his lips and sucks on it, a string of curses fills the room.
I’m all kinds of disoriented and panting by the time I realize he has me
on my back, holding my legs, which are pointed toward the ceiling. I’m more
exposed to him than I’ve ever been with anyone else, but it’s so good, I’m
having difficulty even caring. Not when he has my sac in his mouth. Liz never
touches my balls. She calls them wrinkly bags, but Griffin’s rooting around
them with his tongue and lips and it’s almost as if he’s searching for gold.
His tongue slips lower and runs over the strip of flesh that leads to my
ass. He releases one of my legs and grasps my cock, stroking me while he licks
up and down my taint. No one’s ever told me how good that would feel. I
close my eyes with a groan and allow my head to fall back against the bed.
In that second that I let my guard completely down, I feel the flat bed of
his tongue run over my hole. The fuck! I stiffen, frozen yet unable to utter the
words to stop him.
Apparently, being the top has nothing to do with whether or not my ass
gets licked or I would have made that a clear no. And missed out on the
honest to goodness best thing I’ve ever experienced in bed. Somewhere deep
inside my mind, I catalogue that this isn’t a part of the plan. It’s supposed to be
a quickie with him flat on his back, me pumping inside him a few times to
come before we walk away.
What the fuck is this that he’s doing to me? And forget him being
addicted to my cock. I’m more likely to get addicted to his very skilled tongue.
Holy fuck, the way he spreads my cheeks and licks his way in, spitting right
over the spot before pressing his mouth over my hole. His beard is rough
between my cheeks, prickling my skin. I dig my hands into the bedsheet so as
not to reach for him.
Fuck, I refuse to act the woman in this. But it’s hard not to moan and
ride his tongue. Fuck that, I’m riding his tongue anyway, my hips finding a
rhythm I never thought I’d be able to mimic.
With one last lick, he climbs up the bed between my legs. For a second I
think he’s going to kiss me, and I panic. Kissing would be too real. I don’t
need to fear though. His lips find my neck instead, and he sucks on the flesh
there, moaning as he trails his tongue down my pecs to curl around one nipple.
My body jolts, and I gasp.
“Fuck, Griff.”
“No, you’re gonna fuck me,” he whispers. “I’m just letting you see how
good this can be. How right. Nothing to be ashamed of here because you like
it.”
I like it? I startle at the discovery. Hell yeah, I fucking like what his
tongue is doing to my nipple right now, the way he teases the point before he
sucks it into his mouth. I groan and lose the willpower not to touch him. My
hand plunges into his hair, and the other rests on his hips. He’s thrusting
against me, his pelvis pressed to mine. My cheeks burn at the feel of that thick
cock rubbing over mine, but I move along with him, the friction too good to
resist.
“I can’t take much more,” he whispers after devouring my other nipple.
They’re both sore and achy from all the attention he lavished on them. “I
prepped earlier but still need to…you know. Do you want to do it?”
“No, I’ll just watch. I don’t know what to do.”
 He smiles at me instead of being offended. After all, he’s done all the
sucking and stroking and kissing while I’m lying there like a corseted member
of nobility who doesn’t even know what sex is.
Luckily, he’s easygoing about the whole thing and slides off the bed
without fuss. He finds his pants and takes out a small bottle.
“Lube,” he says. “Way less pleasurable without it.”
He makes himself comfortable on the bed, tugging a pillow beneath his
head before opening the small cap. It’s definitely guilt…it couldn’t be anything
else…that makes me take the bottle from him. Guilt that he’s sucked me off,
licked my asshole for god’s sake, while I’m acting like a prissy bitch.
It’s perfectly normal that I want to reciprocate a little. I’m not a
complete asshole.
“You sure?” he asks me. “I can do it.”
His words only make me more intent in getting this part right. I squeeze
some of the lube in my hand, and he chuckles.
“You’re going to need a little more.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. The more, the less it hurts.”
I should just accept his reasoning and forget trying to make a
conversation but too late. I’m too curious to remember what curiosity did to
the cat.
“If it hurts why do you enjoy bottoming?” As soon as the question
leaves my lips, I regret it. “You don’t have to answer that. You certainly don’t
owe me an explanation.”
“It hurts but in a good way,” he replies. “And if the prepping is really
good then it doesn’t have to hurt any at all.”
“So what do I need to do in order to prep you really good?”
He takes my wrist, and I glance up, unable to avoid his eyes this time as
they clash with mine. His are full of warmth and emotions I don’t even want
to decipher.
“You don’t have to be so considerate. You don’t want me falling for you,
remember? Just a one-time thing.”
“But I have a reputation to uphold. Can’t have the entire gay community
thinking I’m a poor shag.”
Laughter pours out of him, and it’s infectious. I chuckle, the sound
fading as he brings my hand between his legs.
“Just rub it around the outside first and then slowly finger me. You’ll
feel the tension ease then you can get rougher, go harder.”
I inhale deeply and let out a shuddering breath as I do exactly what he
recommends. It’s weird touching him. Completely different from fucking my
wife’s pussy with my fingers. He’s tighter, and the grip’s amazing. He’s also a
lot more sensitive down there than I would have thought. He’s already
moaning just at me rubbing my lubed fingers over his entrance.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says softly. “Don’t be shy. Get in there.”
I slip a finger inside him, wishing I’m brave enough to lean forward and
capture his dick in my mouth, but he’s gripping his balls, pulling them up as he
leans forward to watch me finger him. I prefer him lying back. It’s way too
intimate with him watching my every movement, his eyes flickering from my
face to what my finger’s doing inside him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” slips out of my mouth as I try to add a second
finger.
“Yeah, gonna feel amazing once your dick’s inside me. You’re gonna see,
man.”
And I believe him. And it’s a bit scary because I do think it’s going to be
that good, but what if it’s so good it surpasses everything I’ve ever
experienced? What if I get addicted to this? Then what? The pass is just for
one night.
Finally, my fingers are buried up his ass. I’m afraid to move them, not
wanting to hurt him, but I don’t have to worry about that. He’s moving his ass
up and down my fingers. He’s biting his bottom lip the way that I’m getting
familiar with. Seeing his flushed face, I move my hand, giving him what he
wants.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “That’s it. Give it to me, Max.”
He likes it rough, so I force another finger up his ass and I’m rewarded
with a guttural groan that pulls my attention to how hard my cock is. He’s
released his balls and now holds his legs apart, rocking back to bare his ass
even more for me. I can’t pull my gaze away from the way his hole reacts to
my fingers, stretching around them.
And I need to know what it feels like to be inside him.
My skin feeling electrified, I glance up at his tortured face. His lips are
open, and he’s panting hard.
“Are you ready now?” I ask him.
“I’ve been ready for a while but I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.”
I don’t deny it. There’s no reason to when the evidence is staring both of
us in the face.
“On your knees.”
I don’t think I can look in his face while I’m doing this. Without a word
he flips over while I lube my dick. Remembering his words about the more
lube the better, I probably overdo it a bit. I throw the bottle onto the bed,
returning my attention to Griffin to find him bracing on his arms with his ass
slightly raised.
My mouth goes dry. It’s not supposed to be appealing. Liz always shaves
herself completely, but Griffin’s hairy, masculine ass is a reminder that I can’t
pretend I’m about to fuck my wife or another woman. This is her brother
spread before me, his ass moving impatiently for me to mount him.
Damn, that’s exactly what I feel with him in bed. Like I’ve given in to
my baser animalistic instincts of taking what I want. That in this moment, as I
steady myself between his legs and position the slick head of my cock at his
hole, the only goddamn thing that matters in this world is taking what I want
and satisfying the ache inside me. The ache to fuck and come, to own and
wreck.
 I gasp at the sweet slide of my cock inside his tight warmth. All it takes
is that one stroke, and I want…no need more. I pull out and thrust inside him
again and his ass slams back to receive my cock. He’s as desperate as I am, his
fingers gripping the sheet as we rock hard against each other.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans and growls, the foreign sounds sending shivers
down my spine. The sounds he makes are addicting just like the rest of him.
Holy fuck, who would have known? Had I any sense of self-preservation I
would have pulled out and run. Forget teaching my wife a lesson. This was no
longer about lessons.
This was taking what I want and somehow giving what he needs at the
same time. I spread his cheeks apart, gripping his flesh so hard my fingernails
are digging into his skin, but I can’t make myself gentle my touch. And he
doesn’t seem to want it.
“Fuck me,” he chants, his body moving restlessly beneath me. “Fuck me
hard. Please.”
I pull out and grab his legs, dragging him off the bed. He comes along
without much persuasion, spreading his legs for me. I line my cock up against
his hole and thrust inside him. His body’s a wall of muscles as I grind against
his ass, wrapping one arm around his chest to hold him tightly against me.
“Yes, fuck yeah,” he grunts, leaning into me. I kiss the back of his neck,
biting his shoulder, fighting the urge to rip into the skin with my teeth.
We almost topple over onto the floor, and I spin him around, pushing
him back to the bed, this time onto his back. He raises his left leg as I join
him, the other resting flush against the bed. I need to fuck him this way, to see
the look on his face as I pound him.
His hand grips his dick, and he strokes hard, grunting and moaning in
his sexy timber. His left leg perches on my shoulder, and I press my right hand
onto his thigh, baring his hole. I can see all of him. Every fucking thing, and
he makes no effort to hide it from me. There’s no pretense with him. He’s
loud and boisterous, and he begs me to fuck him harder, which I’m only too
happy to do.
 The best part about it is that I don’t have to worry about being gentle or
how much of me he can take. His body’s built for fucking. Somehow I’m
hovering over him and his free hand is all over my chest, gripping my nipple
and digging his fingers into my flesh.
“So close,” he moans. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck.”
Like I could even if I tried. A look of pure tortured bliss comes over his
face and his body stiffens, hand still stroking fast as he comes all over the both
of us. Without thinking, I smash my lips to his, kissing him intensely, tongue
thrusting into his mouth. His body shudders, and he wraps his legs around my
waist. He’s clinging to me and my arms are around him, holding him tightly to
me as I thrust my release inside him, filling him up just like he’d asked me to
do earlier.
Seconds, minutes, hours…fuck, it could have been days that passed, I’m too
blissed out to care. Somehow at the back of my mind I remember the camera’s
still rolling, but it’s insignificant to Griff lying half on top of me, his lips
tangled with mine. My hand’s in his hair, and since that first kiss I can’t get
enough of his lips, of his tongue making a lazy trip to explore my mouth. His
lips are firm yet soft at the same time. His body’s all hardness and warmth, but
I can’t move away.
Whatever the fuck just happened, I feel like if I shift even a muscle, I’m
going to ruin the moment.
“I take it you’re not averse to this after all?” Griff murmurs against my
lips. His fingers are rubbing against my nipple. How am I supposed to think
when he’s feeling me up like this?
“I don’t know what the hell this is,” I admit. “But no, I’m not averse at
all.”
“Is it weird?”
“Is what weird? Me fucking my brother-in-law? Yes, yes that’s weird.”
He brushes a hand over my shoulder. “But you two did agree to this,
right?”
 “Yeah.”
He let out a sigh. “Good, then it won’t be a problem. You did it. You
called Liz’s bluff.” A frown covers his face and he rolls away from me. “I
should clean up and go. Where’s the bathroom?”
“That door there.”
I point out the adjoining door in a haze, trying to survive the whiplash
of him acting as if he can’t get away from me fast enough. When the door
shuts, I get out of bed, my legs feeling stiff. I walk toward the video recorder
and end the recording. I bring the video to the beginning and press play.
It’s almost surreal watching us in bed. I see no evidence of teaching my
wife a lesson in our embrace. Nothing but two men finding pleasure in each
other’s arms. I hear the teasing, the laughter, and my heart’s beating fast inside
my chest when Griff enters the bedroom from his shower. He freezes when he
hears himself moaning on the video, and I stop it immediately.
“Can’t even wait till I’m out of here, can you?” he asks.
I don’t know what to say to him. I’m confused. What the hell had taken
place between opening that door and him disappearing into the bathroom?
This…this video isn’t just sex.
“Do you do this all the time?” My voice comes out on a croak. I’m not
sure I want to hear his answer, but I have to know.
“What? Video myself having sex with my sister’s husband?” He finds his
boxers and steps into them.
“I mean sleeping with random men.”
He turns toward me and his smile is sad. “You think you’re a random
guy?” He groans and reaches for his jeans. “God, I’m such a fool. Why the hell
did I think this was going to work?”
“So do you?”
“You’re a married man. You have no business asking me that question.”
I grit my teeth at his answer, which isn’t what I want to hear. Then what is
it that you do? That this is the first time he’s done anything like this? That tomorrow he
won’t be spreading his legs for someone else? Yeah, seriously none of my business.
And yet…
“I’m deleting the video.” And I do just that, removing any evidence of
what we just did.
“Why the hell did you do that?” he asks in surprise. “That’s the evidence
that you need to show Liz you called her bluff.”
“I don’t care about that anymore.”
He stops fiddling with his jeans. “You don’t?”
“It was petty, and I didn’t think about how it’d make you feel.”
He scoffs. “I agreed to this, man. Believe me, after that…” He nods
toward the bed I share with my wife, where I’d fucked him. “I have no regrets.
Do you?”
It’s not a question I take lightly, so I give it some serious thought before
shaking my head. “No, I don’t.” I couldn’t make myself feel ashamed of
something so raw and pure, completely void of deceit unlike the relationship I
have with my wife.
“Good.” He looks satisfied with this as he finishes doing up his buckle.
“I knew this was a one-time thing and all, but I hoped you’d at least like it.”
“I did. And I want to do it again.”
His mouth falls open. “Wha-wha-at?”
“I want to see you again.”
He chuckles nervously. “Well, next week is Aunt Cecile’s birthday. We’ll
be seeing each other then.”
“No, I don’t mean at family functions. I want to do this again with you.”
“What? Why?”
I shrug. It’s the best I can come up with. “I don’t know. It just feels
right. Does that make sense?”
“I don’t know. There’s Liz…”
 “All your sister wants is to fuck around, Griffin. Whose idea do you
think all this was?”
He shrugs. “I’m guessing she was lying when she told me you brought
the idea to her because you wanted to experiment with me.”
I shake my head. “Unbelievable.”
He frowns at me. “I don’t get it. You always seem so happy.”
“We’re happy because we’re doing our own thing. Our marriage isn’t that
typical.”
“Then why stay together?”
“Habit I guess.”
He bites into his bottom lip, clearly thinking. “Do you love her?”
“I honestly don’t know. Maybe I’ve never really been in love before.”
He inhales deeply. “Oh, I can tell you what love is. I’ve watched you and
her for years. It wasn’t fun, but at least I thought you were happy with her.”
Having him explain all this to me, I can clearly see now why he’d jump
on the chance to sleep with me. Hell, Liz must have picked up on it and used it
to her advantage. It’s one thing for her to blindside me. She’s done it often
enough that I’m not surprised, but to have her do it to her own brother is
despicable.
“Would we tell her?” he asks me.
“Not yet.” Before the shit hits the fan, I’d like to see what this is first.
“This is risky. I don’t know, man. I mean, a fuck’s one thing, but carrying
on beneath her nose...”
Is exactly what she would deserve, but I don’t want to make this about
her. It’s about us and the things I felt in that bed with him.
“You don’t have to decide now,” I tell him. “In fact, I’m a bit hungry.
Want to grab something to eat?”
 He gives me a lopsided grin, and he’s…gorgeous. “Yeah, the least you
can do is feed me after that.”
“The least I can do?” I stroll over to him, relieved when he doesn’t
proceed to bolt as he’d been about to do earlier. “I made your toes curl.”
“Beginner’s luck.”
“Is that a challenge?” I slip a hand along his neck and up into his hair.
“Because you know you’ll have to see me again for me to prove that.”
“Well, the night’s still young.”
“And I have a hotel room booked for the night,” I add. “So is that a yes?
Food then hotel?”
He places a hand on my naked hip and pulls me the rest of the way until
our chest collides like we collided into each other tonight. Best sort of wreck
ever.
“How about hotel and room service?” he asks, sinking his teeth into his
lip.
“Deal.” I shift my head forward and he meets me partway. He groans,
and I smile at the sound I don’t think I’ll get tired of hearing anytime soon.
“And you’ll think about it?” I ask him, breaking the kiss.
“I’ll think about it,” he replies.
The next morning, I walk through the front door of my house with the biggest
satisfied grin on my face. Griff and I had plans to fuck all night, but it never
happened. I’d ordered us what looked like a whole buffet and he’d explained
to me if he touched even half of what we had laid on that table, we’d never be
able to fuck again that night. I’d surprised both of us by insisting we enjoy our
feast just the same. He’d only fully relaxed at that point.
We’d frotted together before we fell asleep in the wee hours of the
morning after spending most of the night racking up my hotel bill with the
pay-per-view listings. It’d gone better than I thought it would, and there’d been
only a few weird moments when I woke up and found his head on my pillow.
But then he’d disappeared under the covers and wrung an orgasm out of me
that reminded me how this all started. And that I’m mostly okay with
everything that’s happened between us.
Before we left the hotel, and after sucking on each other’s tongue
disgustingly for longer than deemed appropriate in the parking lot, we made
plans to meet up again this evening. Since we’d taken our separate cars, he’d
driven himself home and I’d driven myself straight here after stopping to pick
my wife up the most beautiful flower arrangement of her favorite flowers.
“Max, is that you?” Liz calls out, and I hear the clicking of her heels on
the floor as she enters the hallway from the kitchen.
 My wife’s gorgeous at thirty-eight, with bleached honey-blonde hair and
a tiny waistline. She never fails to inform anyone willing to listen that she’s still
a size zero. I’m only four years older than her and we’ve been married for ten
years. There’d been lots of affection between us, but our marriage had been
atypical from the beginning. We were both progressive enough to understand
that a relationship between us would work perfectly, and it would have if she
didn’t scheme so much about things that she could be otherwise honest about.
“I brought you flowers.” I hand her the bouquet and she stares at the
colorful petals in confusion as I kiss her cheek.
“For me?”
“Yes, for a wonderful night.”
“A wonderful night?” She looks even more confused. “Where have you
been?”
“At the hotel I booked.”
“But you left the video recorder.”
“Because I didn’t need it.”
I step around her and head for the stairs. The clicking of her heels lets
me know she’s following me.
“So my brother showed up, right?” she asks. “I tried calling him but his
phone was off. Yours rang without an answer.”
“Well, I was busy,” I remind her. “That’s what you wanted, right? A
night for each of us to enjoy someone else.”
She groans. “Are you trying to drive me crazy because I set you up with
my brother? Surely you can see a little humor in the situation.”
I flash her a genuine smile over my shoulder. “Trust me, babe. I found a
whole lot of humor in it.”
“Did you at least let him down gently?”
I push the bedroom door open and enter without holding it for her.
“You mean you’re worried if I let your brother down gently after the way you
used and humiliated him?”
“It’s not that serious.”
“It is that serious.” I frown at her. “I get all these shitty things you do
when it comes to us. I tell myself you just want a little excitement here and
there, but what you did was truly despicable. Your brother deserves better than
that, and I hope he makes you grovel before he speaks to you again.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. He’ll understand I didn’t mean any harm.”
“I hope he doesn’t. You’re selfish, you know that, Liz?”
She pouts at me. “Of course, I’m not.”
“You wanted to sleep with my best friend so I made it happen.” I tug
my shirt over my head. “You get to reciprocate, and you find me someone you
know I wouldn’t be interested in.”
“I’m sorry. We can always do this again. I’ll pick someone more suitable
for you next time. I just thought you might want to experiment with
something a little different.”
“Don’t even try to play this off. You screwed me over.”
I turn around to face the bed and a smile hovers on my lips at the
reminder of everything I’d discovered there thanks to her. She gasps, and I
turn to face her.
“Well, isn’t that rich?” she laughs mockingly.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m sure those marks all over your back aren’t because you’re innocent
in all this. You’re giving me grief when you did go out and find someone else.
Who is she?”
I smile at her and head for the closet to find something to put on.
“Good luck trying to figure it out. By the way, I’m going out again this
weekend, so you might want to find entertainment for the night as well. This
time I’m giving you a pass to do whatever the hell you want.”
Just as I will.
 I wait to hear an objection from her about another free pass, but nope.
That’s exactly what I thought.
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Gianni Holmes is a high school teacher who moonlights as an author when

she gets the time away from marking scripts and writing lesson plans. Hailing
from the beautiful Caribbean region, she’s a fan of the sunshine but not so
much the beach since she has a fear of large bodies of water. One day she
hopes to conquer this fear. She loves to roleplay her characters and her
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