Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
MARLEY
Drool slides down my chin as I stare up at my husband, his cock at the back of my throat, while he stares at Zander’s cock—rather than me—even as he bobs my head up and down on his length like his personal fleshlight.
The realization of that fills me with two intense emotions.
Lust.
My pussy aches to be filled with one of them, and my thighs squeeze together, trying to get some friction where I need it most.
But also a possessive, primal urge to have his eyes back on me.
Need.
I suck hard against his length, hollowing my cheeks, before scraping my teeth against his sensitive flesh. Instinctively, his hands tighten on my head, pulling at my braids.
“Fuuuuck, Starburst. What was that for?”
I pop my mouth off of him. “Be a good boy and appreciate what you’re getting for yourself, yeah?”
Immediately, like a switch is flipped, his eyes grow hazy at the demand-filled praise, and he nods his head eagerly. “Yes, Mommy.”
My eyes snap toward Zander’s visor as I move to pump Maddox’s cock with my hand. His length bobs in the air in front of me, precum building at the tip of him, and I move my face closer, desperate to taste it.
Taste my best friend’s cum while I fist my husband’s dick.
Fuck me.
Zander’s voice comes out, muffled slightly from beneath the helmet. “Mommy, huh?”
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “To him. You can be Daddy tonight. He’s just the little boy who will be put in the corner.”
Maddox’s knees buckle slightly, a rough moan tearing from him. I turn to him, smirking, before tightening my grip to an almost painful jerk. I’m almost surprised the bike he’s leaning on hasn’t tipped over from the amount of weight he’s putting on it. “You want that, sweetheart?”
Before he can respond, Zander roughly tugs at one of my braids. He guides my mouth to his cock, grunting as he looks directly at Maddox. “Fuck what that little boy wants. I’ll be your Daddy. C’mere.”
It’s my turn to whimper now.
The one thing that will always test my own dominant words toward my husband is when we invite someone in who knows how to put us both in our place.
It makes me want to worship them.
Even if it occasionally makes Maddox want to cry—all while he masturbates furiously to the sight. We both know he enjoys it. The degradation. The jealousy. The lack of control.
As all cucks do.
Without any hesitation, I open my mouth submissively and groan when his precum and heavy cock finally land on my tongue. I swipe my tongue against the tip of him. His own groan is loud as he tightens his hands in my hair, and it sends sparks directly to my clit.
He’s big and thick.
Far thicker than my gorgeous, yet pitiful, husband.
I lean back slightly, turning toward Maddox with an evil grin on my face. “Looks like we just found our perfect bull, little one. He’s so much better than you. You love that though, don’t you?”
His hand immediately moves to his own dick, and he jerks it roughly. Once. Then twice. Then gurgles out a moan. “Yes, Mommy. So much. Tell me how much better he is.”
I don’t get a chance. Zander lands a gentle smack on my cheek, forcing my attention on him, before his cock shoves itself in my mouth, farther than before. He speaks to Maddox himself… except I can’t hear either of them now.
Fucking helmet comms.
The only sounds I hear are my choking gags as Zander hits the back of my throat over and over again, paired with muffled tones of them speaking to each other.
Or Zander speaking, really.
From my peripheral vision, it just looks like Maddox is about to combust as he furiously pumps his cock to the sight of us.
To whatever degrading words Zander is saying to him.
God, I fucking love it.
It took us a very long time to be fully comfortable with any sort of cucking.
Granted, I was always the dominant one in the bedroom.
Even in college. But the intimacy of sharing myself with men that Maddox wants for himself, but has to earn by way of humiliation? It’s a completely different ball game.
It started slow in the beginning.
Threesomes.
Then some hotwifing scenes, where I’d be the star of the show.
And then, eventually, cucking. Where the poor, pitiful hubby would sit in a chair and cry that he couldn’t have me at all.
I curse myself for the damn skin-tight riding leathers I’m wearing. My pussy has never needed to be touched more than it does right now.
The sound of a car door slamming shut somewhere along the street makes the feeling more intense.
My knees ache against the pavement, and yet I immediately dig them into the ground harder as I fuck my own face with Zander’s dick, faster than ever.
The thought that someone could be watching us right now—turned on to something equivalent to a live porno—sets a deep fever in me.
Finally, I hear Zander’s voice again. “Marley. God-fucking-damn it. I’m going to come. You want my cum all over this pretty little face?”
My eyes snap up to him, and I do my best to nod with him still in my mouth.
He groans loudly, and I feel his balls draw up as his orgasm approaches. “Should we let the little boy come too?”
I pop off him. “That’s up to you this time.”
Maddox immediately cries out, “Please. Please, let me come. I want to come for you both so bad. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Mommy. Daddy.” His voice breaks as he says Daddy.
I look up at Zander, my hand continuously moving, and lift an eyebrow.
He growls. “Fine. This time. C’mere. We’ll both come on your wife’s gorgeous face.”
My mouth drops open in shock as Maddox’s cum immediately lands on my face at the permission he was given. Spurt after spurt covering my cheeks, and seconds after, Zander is groaning loudly and following in his wake. They both cover me in their cum, cussing and falling apart for me.
God, I think. I want the next load inside of me so fucking bad.
They both pant as the last drops slide against my cheeks.
Zander praises me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Maddox nods his head. “So pretty, baby. Thank you. We need to clean you up.”
I blush underneath both of their gazes. Except, my eyebrows fly up as I watch Zander unbuckle his chin strap and shove the helmet off his head. His eyes are wild and crazed, yet hazy with lust all at once. He turns to Maddox and whispers, “Let me. Take your helmet off though.”
Maddox does as he says, but my eyes stay glued to Zander as he bends down and licks the cum straight off my face. He swallows some for himself, but continues to clean me up completely—licking everything off my face.
Confusion laces through me as he stands, because I know damn well he hasn’t swallowed what’s in his mouth.
A whimper tears itself out of me as he fists Maddox’s grey T-shirt, dragging my husband to him, and spits the mixed cum into his mouth before molding his lips to his. I watch as their tongues battle, mixing their cum together, and my mouth drops open at the sight.
Holy. Shit.
After a minute of them battling, and me watching them grow hard yet again, Zander leans back. “A cuck, huh? You didn’t mention that part. I would’ve bullied you so much fucking harder if you had.”
Maddox blushes. “Why do you think I didn’t tell you, asshole?”
I groan lightly as I stand, my knees aching from the hard asphalt. The boys turn to me, and I smile. “Don’t worry. You can bully him some more, right now.”
A blush mars Maddox’s face now. “What do you mean?”
I grab both of their hands and start dragging them to Zander’s front door. “I mean, it’s my turn to get fucked. And I think I want to make you cry a little bit, hubby.”