Chapter 1 #2
Foster had never had a blowjob that good in his life. Rolling his hips, he met the hungry suckles of Vic’s heated mouth. Sweat beaded at his brow and the nape of his neck, the air turning humid around them. Vic caressed his balls as he sucked deep, taking Foster to the back of his throat.
“Ummmm… did you two forget about me?” Ashley snapped from the bed.
Vic didn’t act like he heard her, nor did he stop sucking. If anything, he sped up a little.
“He’s supposed to be here for me. I’m the meat in this man sandwich.”
Foster’s gaze whipped to hers, and he narrowed his eyes. “For you, hmm?”
“I mean, for us,” she replied, her tone a little less jagged. “For both of us. You’re not sharing.”
Her words might’ve been softer, but there was no hiding the disgust on her face. She clearly didn’t enjoy watching the man she’d brought home on his knees sucking her husband’s cock. Foster tightened his hand in Vic’s hair and pumped between the man’s lips—all while glaring at his wife.
Vic groaned, clearly enjoying the rougher play.
Ashley’s eyes narrowed.
He knew he was asking for a massive blowup, but he suddenly couldn’t stop himself.
All the years of doing things her way—for her pleasure and contentment—came to a head. He was exhausted and refused to deny himself a single second longer. He gripped the back of Vic’s head and fed the man his cock. He delighted in the sound of Vic gagging on his length.
For some reason, seeing Ashley’s disgust only added to his pleasure. Maybe he was being an asshole—probably was—but she’d pushed him too far.
And this was what she wanted. Another in their bed.
It wasn’t his fault the night wasn’t going the way she’d anticipated.
Overly Botoxed, she couldn’t frown. The look she gave him almost made him chuckle—and he might have if Vic hadn’t been going to absolute town on his cock.
The angrier she looked, the harder he rammed his cock into Vic’s mouth.
Sweat dripped from his body when he finally came.
He pulled out and pumped his shaft with one hand.
Vic opened his mouth, tongue out, to catch his cum.
Foster watched as his seed spilled over Vic’s tongue and chin, his groans of pleasure filling the room.
After the last shot, Vic leaned forward and suckled him near to the root again, cleaning him. He eagerly lapped up every drop, appearing not to notice the standoff that had just occurred around him.
He smiled up at Foster. “Yummy.” He stroked Foster’s still hard cock. “And ready for more. Even better.”
Foster stared down at Vic, noticing how green his eyes were.
Vic’s face turned into another’s for a second.
Foster shook his head, forcing the memory back.
Vic rose and pushed Foster’s shirt up on his way. Once it was off and littered the floor with the rest of their clothes, Vic whispered, “I want that monster inside me.”
Foster’s cock twitched, eager to make that happen.
He took a step, kicking out of his pants and boxers that had ended up in a pile around his feet.
Vic took Foster’s hand before leading him to Ashley, who still kneeled in the middle of their bed, glaring at them both.
Once he climbed in and pushed her to her back, Vic slid his two fingers back inside her pussy.
“I’m not sure I’m still in the mood,” Ashley said, her tone clipped.
“I thought that’s what you wanted? All of us… together.”
“I wasn’t a part of it,” Ashley snapped.
“Oh, but we’re just getting started, baby,” Vic crooned before kissing her. “I just needed to get your hubby going.”
Thank the heavens Vic was just as Foster assumed. Their sexy little himbo seemed oblivious to her true irritation.
“Oh, come on, baby… you know that I can make you feel good,” Vic said, his words and tone a bit too familiar in Foster’s opinion. Vic moved closer and grabbed both sides of her face, forcing her to look at him straight on. “Just let me do what I do, Ash.”
Foster got the sudden sensation that Vic and Ashley had already slept together. He searched them both, reminded of the familiarity he’d sensed at the bar. They were much too relaxed with one another to be complete strangers.
The question that rose to the top of his mind after that was—why didn’t he feel angry that Ashley might have cheated on him?
Because this marriage is over. It has been for a long time.
Ashley crossed her slim arms over her chest. “I would’ve left, but you two were in front of the door.”
Vic pulled her arms apart and kissed her hands. “Why leave? Just sit back and relax, baby.” He lowered one of his hands between her thighs, his arm working up and down.
A moan escaped her lips, and Vic swept in for a kiss.
She was soon mewling against him, her breath coming out as gasps.
Vic lowered between Ashley’s legs, his head bouncing almost as much as it had on Foster’s cock. Ashley glared at Foster, but she dragged her gaze away and let her head fall back. When her eyes closed and a whimper escaped her lips, Foster backed away from the bed, considering escape again.
He froze when Vic grabbed both of his ass cheeks and spread them apart. Vic slid one hand between, caressing his swollen, puckered hole. Foster’s breath caught. There was something in it. Vic yanked a thick, fat plug from his ass and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.
A gaping, hungry hole was left behind.
Foster stared, unable to breathe, as Vic sank two thick fingers inside himself, pumping in and out. His flagging cock roared back to life.
Vic’s head bobbed up from between Ashley’s thighs. “You got any lube, baby?”
Ashley reached into her nightstand and withdrew a small bottle. She handed it and a condom to Vic… who turned and handed them to Foster.
“You do it,” Vic murmured, grinning. He eyed Foster’s cock. “Get it good and wet.”