For whichever reason it may be, I drop the clothes in my hand to exchange them for a condom, and I step toward them, taking hold of the bedding in one hand and Julia’s chin in the other.
“Is that what you want?” I ask her. “Do you want me to fuck you on top of your husband?”
She glances toward Tripp, who meets her collarbone with his mouth, sucking at her skin.
“Yes,” she whines with her pussy grinding against him. “Please.”
Bringing the condom to my mouth, I use my teeth to tear open the wrapper before rolling the rubber onto my aching cock. Her pussy is glistening when I pull the blankets off of her, soaked and so perfectly ready for me.
Even still, as I notch the head of my cock to that sweet warmth calling it home, I push inside slowly. There is no lie anymore, forcing me to rush. There is no secret. The same man that we’d hidden from just weeks ago is lying underneath her, watching her mouth fall open as she takes all of me inside.
I feel more than see her movement as she shifts her husband’s cock, using it like a toy against her clit as the motion of my hips speeds up and I pound into her.
Tripp’s eyes meet mine and for a second, they hold me, before he takes his wife by the back of the head. His lips meet her ears, a low whisper leaving his mouth that I can’t make out, despite my efforts. It must be a question, because it’s met with a moaned‘uh-huh’from Julia as her back arches.
Taking a handful of her breast, Tripp massages her flesh before pulling her nipple into his mouth. She lets out a whine as he sucks on it, pushing her hips against mine as I meet her shoulder with a kiss. Her inner walls squeeze me as a gasp forces its way out of her, and Tripp’s hand finds its way to her face.
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?” he asks her. “Show me how you come for him.”
“Tripp—”
Her palms land against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as mine offer the same to her hips.
“Give him what he wants, Princess,” I tell her. Reaching for her throat, I pull her head backward and rest my lips against her ear. “But say the right name when you do.”
My hand slides around the curve of her thigh to let my fingertips meet her clit, her husband claiming her mouth as she mewls against the friction that I offer her. Her body stills, her ankles lifting to squeeze my thighs as her pussy tightens around me.
“Connor,” she whines, “Ohgod, Honey, I—”
That ‘Honey’ slides down my spine like its namesake, making every nerve crackle as she falls apart on my cock.
Tripp’s eyes are glued to his wife, fixated on her while she comes. As her breathing returns and I rock my hips into her once again, the head of his cock brushes against mine. My gaze meets his and we hold each other there in an unspoken challenge before I finally take Julia by the throat once again and pull her head backward toward me.
“What do you think, Princess?” I ask her. “Do you want both of us?”
“You can’t ask me that,” she whines with her hips pushing back into mine. “I can’t.”
Tripp’s palm raises to slide across her jaw, and the hunger that I thought I’d seen on him is now offered to his wife. My stomach flips at the confirmation, but I straighten my posture.
“It’s okay, baby,” he assures her, lovingly brushing a thumb across her cheek. “You can take it.”
As slowly and carefully as he can, Tripp pushes inside, forcing me to groan as the head of my best friend’s cock slides against mine and his wife’s warm pussy squeezes us together.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” Tripp breathes, his eyes widening in surprise as he looks between myself and his wife.
Julia whines against the pressure of the two of us filling her up, but as she presses back into us to let every inch of us inside, tension releases from her body.
We find a rhythm naturally, with Tripp moving his hips inward as I pull mine away, and Julia lets out loud, desperate moans while we fuck her together. She tries to kiss her husband, but she can’t seem to catch her breath long enough to do so.
Instead, her cheek presses against his face and her hand reaches for his to interlock their fingers.
Butchered syllables choke from her throat while we fuck her, her body buckling and stilling as she tightens so much around us that her body forces both of us out. She cries out with a splash that hits Tripp’s stomach, her head falling against his chest as her body tremors.
I’ve never seen a woman actually do that in person before. It’s…
My cock jumps, desperate for more friction as she sputters out an apology that both of us brush away. Tripp seems proud of it, and I can’t tell if I’m more shocked or grateful. She did that because of me – sure, he’s involved, too, but shesquirtedwhileIwas inside her.
A low throb hits my cock and I groan, my hips taking on a mind of their own to grind against the air. Tripp’s pulses so hardthat it leaks at the tip, and for just a second, we lock onto each other.
