He goes along with it

Gary has always considered himself 100% straight. Apart from a brief, confused crush on Boy George in his teens, he's never even considered kissing another guy so as Helen's husband's lips close on his he is initially at a loss what to do.

His eyes go wide and he gives a muffled squeak of surprise as the man presses his mouth firmly against Gary's borrowed lips. His initial instinct is to push the man away but his body seems to have other plans. There is something at the man, a warmth, a presence, that makes Helen's body want to be near him. The man raises a hand a hand and strokes Gary's cheek, a simple gesture that makes Gary's eyes flutter shut and his full lips part allowing the mans probing tongue inside.

He surrenders to the passion of the kiss, his heart pounds and a fire of undefined need ignites inside him. He can't tell how long they kiss for but eventually, the man lets him up for air. The leans back smiling down at Gary, his hand has moved to Gary's neck and is resting there, not squeezing or threatening at all but holding him in place. He is suddenly of just how much larger and stronger this man is than him right now. The thought is a little frightening but at the same time excitement makes his heart race.

"Well, look at you all dolled up like a good slut." he chuckles " So, you guessed I'd be coming round and you thought you'd get yourself some?"

"I... Sure honey that's it." Gary says a little taken aback at being called a slut "I was um, missing you and... Ah!"

Gary gasps as Helen's husband reached under his skirt with his free hand to stroke his bare pussy.

"Tsk tsk, no panties?" he teases "what have I told my slut about touching herself without permission?"

Gary is starting to feel out of his depth, this is turning out to be some serious S&M shit and what's worse it seems like he is firmly in the M half of the equation.

"I didn't. I mean not much..." he stammers feeling the man's hand tighten just a fraction around his throat "I'm sorry... Sir."

He isn't sure why he would address Mr Glenn as Sir but it seems to fit him and he certainly doesn't object. Instead, he parts Gary's pussy and pushes one finger inside. Pulling it out into the light he inspect the glistening digit.

"Just as I thought." he smirks "You've gotten yourself all excited and I suppose you expect me to help you out now."

Gary doesn't dare reply as the man holds his fingers under his nose allowing him to smell the musky scent of Helen's wet pussy.

"You know that's not how this game works slut," he says "If you want me to use your drippy little cunt you'll have to ask nicely and show me how much you really want it."

Gary swallows hard, the idea of allowing himself to be fucked by a man makes him queasy but at the same time, his body is screaming for the man's solid muscular body...