3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Mari
“Why am I so horny right now?” Henry asked the closed door. Jason had rushed out like his ass was on fire, which made me wonder if he’d been offended by the cage. Except that he’d taken the cage with him. Except that the whole scenario had given him an obvious erection. There was no way to miss that because his cock was, well, enormous. A perfect big dick to go with the perfect-looking man. Perfect on the outside, anyway. His insides were another story.
But what had my husband been thinking? I turned to Henry and narrowed my eyes.
“You got out the goddamn cock cage?” I paced over to him, trying not to admit how aroused the situation was making me.
Henry had a wicked glint in his eye that told me he knew I was turned on. I wasn’t sure how, but he always did. “You want to fuck my best friend.” It wasn’t a question, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You shouldn’t be grinning when you say that.”
“I mean, you want to do it while I watch, so it’s good. Kinky. Ooh, or you could take him in your pussy and me in your mouth.” He stepped closer, boxing me in against the wall, and dropped his lips to the spot on my throat he used to get me in the mood. I shivered, his wild words and sexy touch sending me to a heady level of arousal.
“What about him in my pussy and you in his mouth?” I asked, meaning to taunt him, but Henry let out a soft groan, grinding his erection against my stomach.
“That, too.”
“Wait, you want to fuck your best friend? I knew you were bisexual, but…” I trailed off, trying to distract my horny husband, who now had his hands up my shirt, skimming over my breasts.
“How do you think I figured out I was bi?” he whispered, nipping my earlobe. “He’s so hot. Beautiful.”
“You two haven’t done anything…” I trailed off with a whimper as I imagined the two men, naked and kissing, their cocks grinding together. Heat flooded my core, and Henry’s eyes darkened. A knowing smile stretched across his face. He stepped in closer, cupping me between the legs and applying a little pressure, but not nearly enough. I whined my husband’s name, and he laughed.
“No, he’s straight. He’d never. Hell, when we were fifteen, he went through a phase where he wouldn’t even let me hug him because I’d told him I was bisexual. But you’re turned on by that?” The friction of his hand through my jeans was not nearly enough, and I pressed against him, desperate for more. He kissed his way down my throat, nibbling at all the sensitive places as his other hand roamed up my shirt to cup my breast.
“You know that I think it’s sexy that you’re bi,” I whispered. “I like to imagine you sucking cock. But it’s just a fantasy.”
“Jason’s cock, though…. hmm. It’s huge, you know.”
“Henry,” I hissed.
“You want to fuck me and Jason together?” he growled against my ear, nipping at the earlobe. “Watch us suck each other’s cocks?”
“Baby,” I moaned, reaching desperately for the zipper on his pants, freeing his big cock and palming him through his boxer briefs. He was rock hard and as horny for this fantasy as I was. And that was all it was, right? Only a fantasy — something that could never happen.
“He doesn’t know I want to suck him off. He’s so gorgeous. It’s too bad he’s not bi. You’d look so pretty riding him while I licked you both.” Henry’s voice was gruff and sexy.
I was frantic now, desperate for my husband, and I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth, sliding a hand down the front of my jeans to rub my clit as I sucked him like I wanted to devour him. Sex between us was good, but I’d hadn’t experienced this urgency of need for him in years. He wrapped his hands into my hair and fucked my mouth a few times before yanking me back and tossing me against the back of the sofa. I cried out as he slid open my fly, tore my jeans down and thrust into me in one violent motion, grabbing me around the throat and slamming inside me, filling me again and again.
We both liked it rough. That was one of the many ways in which we were compatible. I loved the way he used his weight and his strength to fuck me, to make me his. He wrapped his fingers through my hair and fucked me harder, and I screamed out his name as my body was wracked with pleasure.
He hauled me against his chest, thrusting in from behind as one hand shoved my shirt up, pushed my bra out of the way and groped my breast and the other dipped between my legs, circling my clit until I was a needy mess, crying out for release. What would Jason do if he walked in right now and found us like this, half dressed and savage with need?
The thought of our friend forcing his hard cock down my throat as my husband fucked me was enough to send me surging over the edge of orgasm, crying out as my body convulsed around my husband’s shaft. He shoved me back down onto the couch again and drove into me, chasing his own release with a wildness that made me shake beneath him. He shouted, slamming into me one last time as he pulsed inside me, filling me, then collapsing against me, his breathing ragged.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I whimpered, squirming against him. He was softening inside me, and I loved it when we stayed joined for as long as possible, so I held on tight and didn’t let him go.
“So we need to watch some bi porn or something,” he said as he finally lifted me and pulled me close, turning me to face him. “I’d love to get you all riled up like this more, my love.” He kissed me with a rough possession that I loved.
“Or something,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding on. We were a mess, our clothes were in disarray, but I didn’t want to deal with that yet. Again, I wondered what would happen if Jason walked in. Would he lift my hips and impale me on his big shaft, fucking me as Henry held me? Would I want him to? Would Henry want him to? My pussy quivered at the thought, Henry’s cum making a mess of my thighs.
“But we don’t actually want that, do we?” Henry asked, sounding a little hesitant. “We don’t actually want Jason.”
“I don’t know, baby,” I said, completely unsure of things with Henry for the first time in five years. “You’re the one who brought out the cock cage.”
“It seemed brilliant when I saw it in the drawer.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I must have been losing my goddamn mind.”
“Right,” I whispered, and he studied me for a moment. I exhaled a slow breath. “We can’t possibly do anything as insane as pursuing a relationship with your best friend.”
“Agreed.” His voice was tight with disappointment, but he didn’t argue. He wouldn’t risk us, no matter how hot the fantasy was.