Husband Turns Gay: Chapter 5

Abstract: The 5th of 16 chapters.
Amy proposes a threesome to Troy. He Agrees.
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The bus rolled to a stop outside the sprawling Dubai hotel, its mirrored facade catching the relentless afternoon sun like a disco ball hung from a skyscraper. Amy stepped off with the rest of the crew, her rollaboard in tow. Thirty hours of layover stretched ahead—plenty of time to unpack, unwind, and maybe turn that simmering promise from Heathrow into something explosive.

Troy brushed past her in the lobby, his fingers grazing her lower back just long enough to send a spark up her spine. "Room 712," she murmured, eyes locking on him with that seductive stare. "Give me twenty to freshen up." he nodded, as she watched him head to the elevators, his ass flexing under those fitted slacks.

Amy's room was a step up from the Heathrow dump—crisp white linens on a king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering skyline, and a bathroom that screamed luxury with its rain shower and heated tiles. She stripped out of her uniform, the fabric whispering against her skin like a lover's breath. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she ran her hands over her body, fingers tracing the faint red marks from Troy's grip two nights ago. Her pussy, usually neatly trimmed, was now completely bare—smooth as glass, waxed that morning in the airport lounge spa on a whim. Or not a whim. She'd thought of Troy the whole time. Bald and exposed, it felt vulnerable, electric. Just for him.

The knock came sharper than expected, pulling her from her reverie. She wrapped a silk robe around herself—short, barely skimming her thighs—and opened the door. Troy stood there, hair damp from the shower, wearing nothing but loose gym shorts that hung low on his hips, revealing the V of his smooth abdomen. No shirt, no pretense. His skin glowed, every inch shaved and flawless, like he'd been sculpted from marble and oiled for display. "Miss me?" he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation, kicking the door shut behind him.

Amy didn't answer with words. She untied the robe and let it pool at her feet, standing bare before him. Troy's eyes raked over her, lingering on her newly smooth mound. "Fuck!" he breathed, surprise flickering across his face. "You... shaved it all off?" His voice was rough, appreciative, as he closed the distance, hands already on her hips, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin where hair used to be. "For me?" She nodded, pressing into him, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shorts. "Wanted to surprise you. Feel everything without the barrier."

Her fingers hooked into his waistband, tugging down until his cock sprang free—already half-hard, that massive ten-inch beast thickening in the open air, smooth and veined, balls heavy and hairless below. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, marveling at how it filled her palm, the skin so silky it was almost obscene.

Troy groaned, backing her toward the bed, his mouth crashing onto hers. The kiss was hungry—just raw need, tongues battling, teeth nipping. He shrugged off the shorts, fully naked now, and lifted her onto the mattress like she weighed nothing.

Amy spread her legs, pulling him down, their bodies aligning in a tangle of smooth skin and heat. His cock nudged against her bald pussy, the contact sending jolts through her—direct, unfiltered, every ridge of him pressing into her slick folds. "God, it's so smooth," he muttered against her neck, nipping the skin there as his fingers explored her, parting her lips to circle her clit. She was already wet, dripping from the anticipation.

He settled between her thighs, breath hot on her exposed pussy. "Look at this pretty bald pussy," he said, voice low and filthy, before his tongue flicked out, lapping from her hole to her clit in one long, deliberate stroke. No hair to catch the wetness, just pure sensation—his mouth devouring her, lips sealing around her clit as he sucked, tongue swirling with expert pressure.

Amy's hands fisted the sheets, hips grinding up to meet him, the smoothness making every lick feel amplified, like he was eating her soul through her pussy. Come for me," he growled, the vibration humming through her clit. But she wanted him inside her.

Rising, she turned Troy onto his back. She then positioned herself, rubbing his cockhead along her slick, bare slit—teasing them both until he was groaning. Then she sank down, inch by thick inch, the stretch burning sweet and deep. No hair, just skin on skin, her smooth mound grinding against his as she bottomed out, fully seated on that ten-inch length. "Oh Troy-my darling, so good, so fucking full," she hissed, rocking slowly at first, feeling him hit every spot.

Troy's hands gripped her hips, guiding her faster, his eyes locked on where they joined—her bald pussy swallowing him whole, lips stretched wide around his girth. They found a rhythm, her bouncing now, breasts jiggling with each drop, his thrusts meeting her from below. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with the wet slap of flesh, her moans mixing with his grunts.

“Come for me Troy, please come inside me, I need you so badly honey.” Amy, pounding relentlessly, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit in tight circles. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” Troy-please come with me!” Amy let out with another mind-blowing orgasm. Troy followed seconds later, coming with a roar—hot spurts flooding her, so much it leaked out around his base.

Spent and exhausted after their first round of lovemaking, they lay quite in each other’s arms, like two people so in love, that nothing else mattered. After several more quiet moments while they recollected themselves, Amy leaned down, lips brushing Troy’s ear.

She said "I thought you were gay Troy. Everyone does— the way you move, that perfect smooth body. Rumors on the crew." Troy smiled, then laughed. "Bisexual. I prefer men, yeah—their roughness, the way they take control. But you... Amy darling, you are stunning. That body, your fire. I had to have you, experience all of you." She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him closer, wanting more of him.

Then Troy said "what made you cheat on your husband?" Amy's breath hitched. She met his gaze, bold now. "David—he's into it. He fantasizes about me fucking other guys, watching, joining. We talked about a threesome, the three of us. You, me, him—tangled up, no holds barred."

She reached for her phone on the nightstand, pulling up a photo, holding it up. A picture of David in their backyard last summer, shirtless after mowing the lawn—big, strong, rough around the edges, muscular arms crossed over a hairy chest, dark stubble framing a cocky grin. "That's him. Masculine as fuck, hairy everywhere—chest, legs, that thick dick of his. Would you... be into a guy like that?"

Troy's eyes darkened, hips snapping forward as he studied the photo. "Hell yes” he said. “My last boyfriend was a construction worker—built like that, hairy beast, fucked me raw after long shifts. Rough hands, that alpha energy. David sounds perfect.”

Amy traced lazy patterns on his smooth chest, the reality of what they'd just planned sinking in. "Dubai's just the start," she said, smirking. "David's gonna lose his mind when I tell him you're in." Troy chuckled, rolling to face her, fingers dipping into the mess between her legs, smearing it over her smooth mound. "Count on it.”