Cheat: Chapter 3

Story by Azombie on SoFurry

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#5 of Cheat

Here is chapter three of Cheat. Hope you guys like it.


Chapter Three Regrets

Roger woke up the next morning in an empty bed, the smell of coffee in the air as he got up. He was naked. Nick was in the kitchen, making some breakfast. Roger grabbed his pants, looking for his phone. If he had thought of an excuse last night for why he didn't come home, it was long forgotten now. Lena called twice an hour until around four in the morning. He got dressed and heading into the kitchen. Nick was naked except for an apron. Roger wanted nothing more than to get back to his car, though he could not remember where it was. The headache told him, then, that he had gotten far more drunk than he intended last night. There were two cups of coffee across each other on a table. Steam rising from the mugs inviting him for a drink. He sat down and drank without much care for altering it with sugar or creamer. Nick turned his head half towards him and smiled, "good morning, hun. I'm just about done with these." Nick gave Roger a quick glance and said, "Don't feel you need to dress." He grinned, "You look better without all that cloth on you, anyway." There was something unbearable in the way Nick sounded to Roger. He assumed it was just in his head. He replied, "I'm comfortable like this, thank you." Roger took another sip from his coffee. He couldn't help think about his wife, how she must be worried about him right now. "I really should get going. My wife is going to kill me." Roger said, putting the mug down on the table. "No no, please, stay for breakfast at least, honey. I went through all the trouble of making it." Nick said, with a small pout. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Alright, I'll stay for breakfast, then I really should be going." "Not even going to shower?" Nick said, putting a rather delicious looking omelet in front of Roger, sniffing the air, "You really should. You smell like sex." Roger looked at the time. It was around seven in the morning. Lena was probably still asleep. He nodded, taking a bite out of the omelet as Nick sat across from him, eating his own. Nick finished first. Roger hadn't noticed until now that the apron was on the floor. Nick was totally naked. Roger had finished his meal in silence. There was an awkward moment for a few seconds before Roger felt the table shake and saw that Nick was now under the table, his muzzle prodding at the huskies privates. Roger looked down at Nick, not knowing what to tell him. There was a sort of hunger in Nick's eyes as he looked up at Roger. Roger wanted to say no. to say that he needed to get back to his wife. That he loved her and did not want to do this again. He wanted to get back to her. As his zipper was being unzipped by the teeth of the cougar, he wanted to tell Nick that he had a marriage he didn't want to risk losing. A family that he didn't want to tear apart. As his growing organ was in the maw of the feline, being pleasured in a way his wife would never do. Soon, Roger could no longer try to resist. His mind was engulfed now on physical pleasure. Roger groaned, his head leaning back, looking up at the ceiling, the sounds of Nick's moaning and noise from his work filling his ears, their collective musk wafting in the air. Nick's paw gasped onto Roger's growing knot. Roger's body acted on it's own, spilling his seed into Nick's mouth. He felt Nick's lips and tongue react, contracting as he swallowed his entire load. Roger was in a daze. His thoughts returning to him. Nick made his way out from under the table, pulling Roger towards the shower with him. They showered together, Nick kissed him passionately as they bathed. Roger didn't know how to stop him. He told himself he would wait until they got to his car to tell him that he didn't want to see him again. For now, he was going along with it. Even as Nick started to finger him. Licking his tailhole. Eventually, nick had him bent over slightly. The water pouring down their bodies, Nick's chest pressed against Roger's back. Nick's hard organ was pressing against Roger's hole, ready to be inserted. Roger didn't know why he was letting Nick be the top. He thought to himself that, this was the only time he'd ever do it, so he had might as well try it. Nick whispered into Roger's ear, "Are you ready? This.. Might hurt." Roger nodded. He felt it going in, slowly. Nick didn't lie. It was hurting, even with the lube, the pain was just bearable, though, he felt a little bit of pleasure as it moved back and forth. Like something was pawing him off from deep inside his groin. The pain grew as Nick's cock went deeper. Once Nick had inserted himself entirely, He felt Nick's paw, reaching around to stroke Roger's member as Nick started to hump him, slowly at first. The pressure in his backside made the sensations in his manhood feel so much more extreme. Eventually, Nick started to moan, loud. Roger felt Nick's dick twitching inside him as Nick pressed himself up against him one last time, his member completely submerged. Roger knew that Nick was shooting his seed into him. He felt his own climax coming soon, as Nick continued to stroke his meat. Roger gasped, the large object in his tailhole making his orgasm feel, almost painfully pleasurable. It felt like his penis was shooting out his sperm with a much greater force. After Nick has taken himself out of Roger, they washed themselves off and left the shower. It was around eleven when they left the apartment. On the ride back to where Roger left his car, Roger thought of what he was going to say. They got to the car. It was parked in the parking lot of the coffee shop. He was thankful that there was no ticket on his car when they got there. Nick stopped the car and faced Roger, "Well." He sighed, "I guess this is goodbye." Roger nodded in agreement, "Yes." He hesitated for a minute Nick cut in, "Don't worry, I figured it would be a one night sort of thing anyway. Go back to your wife and kid." "Um, alright. I guess.. Goodbye, Nick." Words escaped Roger as he stumbled out the car. The car backed up and Nick waved at him through the window. Roger walked to his car, feeling like that was far too easy. He checked his wallet to make sure everything was there. Nothing was missing, except the money he spent on drinks. When he got into his car, he checked to see if there was anything at all that was missing. Everything seemed in order. He sniffed his shirt. It smelled a bit of beer. He was thankful that Nick had used unscented deodorant. He thought about it and realized that Nick must be used to this sort of thing. Roger was probably no more than a temporary sex toy to someone like Nick. It made him feel a little better. He didn't have to worry about Nick in the future. Thoughts from last night started to make it into his head as he drove home. He had just slept with a stranger, a man, that wasn't his wife. The woman that had never done something like this to him. The woman that birthed his child. His heart sank with guilt. He had betrayed his wife's trust. There was nothing left to do but to think of an excuse for why he did not come home. Before he got home, he loosened the batter of his phone, so it would turn off, but still appear connected. He drove into their driveway. By now, Lena would be awake. As he entered the house, he tried to appear more hung over than he was. His wife was in the kitchen, making herself breakfast. She turned around as he walked in and started at him coldly and asked, "I called all night! Where were you?" Roger sighed, "I'm sorry, I went out to celebrate a little victory I had In a bet at work. But I drank a little too much and just slept in the car." Without letting her get to close, he started to undo his buttoned shirt and said, "I'm going to go shower. I probably smell like booze." He walked to their bathroom before Lena could think of something else to question him on, leaving the shirt that smelled a bit of alcohol on their bed as proof that he was in fact drinking, and the phone out as evidence that he was most likely unaware that his cell phone had been off. He showered again, sighing as he did, hating to have to lie to his wife. He knew she would be waiting for him to press further on the night. He took his time, dreading his next conversation. He got out of the shower and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked into his eyes and sighed deeply and put on a pair of briefs and toweled his fur as dry as he could as he walked out of the door, into his wife's and his bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, looking sternly at him. He threw the towel in the hamper with the rest of his clothes. Lena crossed her arms and made the first move, "I'm still mad at you" And glared at him. Roger opened a drawer and took out pants to put on, "I know, Lena." He frowned, "I am sorry. Really, I am. I stopped thinking." "I don't care if you weren't thinking!" Lena's arms flew into the air, "Jesus, Roger! I was worried sick." Roger faced his wife, a sincere look of guilt on his face. He sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her lightly on the top of her head, "You'll never have to worry like that again, dear. I promise." She leaned against his chest and he held her tight. He felt a rush of feelings for her. He could have lost her. He lowered his head go kiss her again. Longer this time. He didn't want to lose her. He still loved her so much. She seemed to shrug him off, and got up and walked into the bathroom, saying to Roger, "Don't forget to drop Adam off at school for basketball practice." The door closed and Roger heard the shower start. She was still upset. Roger stood up, sighing, wishing he could take back the last twenty-four hours. He put a tee-shirt on and walked into the kitchen, where Adam was eating waffles in his jersey. Adam gave him an awkward glance then went back to his breakfast, "Morning." he mumbled after drinking some juice. Roger responded, "Good morning, Adam. What happened to your car?" "Battery died last night. It's parked outside Megan's house." He sighed, "Dunno what happened." Roger nodded, looking at the clock. For some reason, he wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible. He grabbed an apple from the counter and sat at the table, taking a bite out of before he turned to Adam, "When do you need to be there?" Adam shrugged, "I dunno, in like, twenty minutes, I guess." Roger looked into Adam's eyes for the brief moment they were on him. Adam seemed a bit down. "Something wrong?" "Oh, no, I'm fine. Just.. Uh.. A little worried about basketball, is all." Adam was obviously hiding something. Roger suspected he knew what, but didn't dare bring it up. Roger got up and pat Adam on the back, walking toward the fridge to pour himself a glass of orange juice and said, almost as if to answer the question he thought Adam was really thinking, "I'm sure you've got nothing to worry about." He downed the glass of juice and turned to his son as he placed the empty glass in the sink, "Are you ready to go?" Adam stood up and nodded, "Yeah, just let me get my things." and he ran upstairs. "I'll be in the car." Roger called after him. Their trip to the college was quiet. Roger didn't know what to say. There was a lot going through his mind. When they got there, Adam's friend, Megan was waiting for him across the street from where he had parked. With her, there was a small crowd. Some other basketball players and their friends. Roger said goodbye to Adam and watched him cross the streets to his friend. Out of the corner of his eye he saw him. Nick was walking nervously towards Adam. Roger's heart sank. He had no idea what Nick was telling Adam. He tried his best to make out what he said, but it was so quick. He must have only said a few words before passing a small note to Adam. Then he walked away. Only Megan was paying attention. Megan and Adam exchanged a quick glance towards each other and walked towards the gym in a hurry, ahead of the rest of them. There was a rush of questions going through Roger's head. Had Nick always had his eye on Adam? Or was he going to tell Adam about their affair? He sat in his car for a few moments, trying to convince himself that it was none of his business.