Chapter Twelve #2
Jason could not breathe. He had never seen his wife look like this. So hungry. So determined to take every inch of another man's cock. The wet obscene sounds of her sucking filled the suite. Soft eager greedy little noises he had never heard her make before.
Xavier's fingers tightened gently in her hair. Not forcing her. Just guiding.
"Good girl," he said softly. The praise landed like a spark. "That’s my good girl."
Claire moaned louder around him. The vibration traveled down his shaft as she took him even deeper.
Jason's hand was pressed hard against his own aching cock through his pants. He rubbed desperately as he watched his wife worship another man's dick.
She took him as deep as she could, eyes watering almost immediately, pulling back with a wet gasp before pushing herself to try again.
She wasn't smooth about it. She wasn't practiced.
But she kept going, determined, until her mouth simply couldn't keep up with him anymore and she gave up trying to take him deeper, working him instead with both hands, stroking him in slick twisting motions, her lips and tongue catching the head between strokes, saliva slicking down over her fingers.
Jason fumbled with his own belt, freeing himself completely, unable to stand the friction of fabric against himself for one more second. His cock sprang free into his fist and he stroked himself in time with his wife's hands, helpless to do anything else but watch and match her pace with his own.
Xavier's hand tightened gently in her hair, pulling her up and off him without a word.
He pulled her to her feet, his eyes finally leaving her for the first time, finding Jason in the chair, cock in his fist, watching everything.
Xavier said nothing about it. He turned back to Claire and walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, then guided her down onto her back, her heels still on, her knees falling open.
He reached behind her and unhooked the bra in one motion, pulling it free and tossing it aside.
Her breasts spilled free and he wasted no time, his mouth closing over one hard nipple while his hand slid up her inner thigh, two fingers finding her clit and circling slowly.
Claire moaned, her hips already lifting into his hand, and he switched to her other nipple, sucking harder this time, his fingers never losing their rhythm against her.
"Look at your husband," he murmured against her skin.
Her eyes found Jason across the room, and Jason forced himself to slow down, stroking himself in long, deliberate movements, fighting to hold back, precum already leaking down his cock and over his fingers with every pass. He didn't want this to end yet. He needed to see more.
Xavier moved lower, pushing her skirt up around her waist, settling between her thighs.
He lowered his mouth to her, and Claire cried out the moment his tongue found her, the sound breaking loose before she could stop it, her eyes drifting to Jason across the room, fixed not on his face but on his cock, slick and glistening in his fist.
It didn’t take long for her.
Xavier licked slow devastating circles around her clit while one thick finger curled deep inside her. Claire’s entire body suddenly went rigid. Her back arched hard off the bed. A raw broken cry tore out of her, loud and desperate, a sound Jason had never heard before.
Her hips bucked wildly against Xavier’s mouth as the orgasm slammed through her.
She ground herself shamelessly against his tongue, trembling and gasping, her full tits bouncing with every helpless roll of her body.
Another loud broken moan spilled from her lips and then another as the waves kept crashing through her.
Jason gripped his cock hard. He had to stop stroking completely.
He squeezed the base almost painfully to keep from cumming all over his own hand.
Watching his wife come apart so violently for another man, cumming harder than he had ever made her cum, weighed heavy on his mind, even as it made his own cock throb with a desperate humiliating need.
Xavier lifted his head, her arousal slick on his mouth, and rose over her. He positioned himself between her spread thighs and pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just enough for the tip to stretch her open.
Claire gasped sharply, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing.
All those nights of dirty talk in the dark, all those fantasies he'd half meant and half just said out loud to see what it would do to her, and somehow it had actually led here, to this room, to this moment.
Nine years of marriage and she had never once had anyone else inside her since the day they said their vows.
He watched the head of another man's cock disappear into his wife, watched it actually happen, real and irreversible, and he couldn't make himself believe it even as he watched it.
Xavier pulled back almost immediately, leaving her empty, and pressed forward again, the same shallow inch, teasing her open with nothing but the head of him, over and over, watching her face the entire time.
Claire whimpered beneath him, her hips lifting desperately, trying to take more of him than he was giving her.
She felt it everywhere. The thick head alone felt enormous.
Every nerve ending lit up with the foreignness of it, the wrongness of it, a stretch and a fullness that was nothing like Jason, nothing like anything she'd ever felt, and some small distant part of her mind kept circling the same disbelieving thought.
This isn't my husband. This isn't my husband inside me.
The thought should have stopped her. It didn't. It only made her wetter, made her hips chase him greedily when he pulled away.
"Easy," Xavier murmured.
He worked himself deeper by fractions, each shallow thrust going a little further than the last, the slow burn of being stretched open one inch at a time pulling broken sounds out of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her thighs trembled around his hips.
Jason was watching his wife's body accept another man, watching her face twist with something that looked like both overwhelm and total surrender, and the part of him that should have been screaming to stop this was instead screaming for an entirely different reason, his cock throbbing harder than it ever had in his life, even as something complicated knotted up in his chest alongside it.
It took minutes for Xavier to fully get his cock inside her, minutes of relentless, patient shallow strokes, before he was finally buried completely, deep and unmoving, letting her feel the entire, overwhelming length of him at once.
Claire let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
Then he kissed her.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't searching the way a first kiss usually was.
He kissed her the way he did everything, total and complete, claiming her mouth the same way he'd just claimed the rest of her, his tongue pushing past her lips without asking.
She made a small sound against his mouth and kissed him back just as hard.
Jason watched his wife kiss another man, another man's cock buried fully inside her for the first time, and understood with a clarity that hollowed him out that something had just permanently changed between them.
There was no version of tonight that ended with things going back to exactly how they were.
His hand found his cock again. He hated how badly he needed to touch himself right now, hated it and couldn't stop, stroking himself slowly as he watched, the shame of his own arousal doing nothing to slow him down.
His body wanted this, every part of it, even the parts of him screaming that it shouldn't.
Xavier began to move again, slow deliberate thrusts, still kissing her through every one of them.
She came before he picked up any real pace at all, the orgasm building quietly and then breaking all at once, her cry swallowed by his mouth, her nails dragging down his back as she trembled beneath him.
Xavier didn't stop kissing her. Didn't stop moving.
He kept kissing her through several more slow deep thrusts before he finally broke the kiss.
In one smooth motion he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her hands and knees so she was facing Jason directly.
Xavier positioned himself behind her and drove back inside her in one long stroke, burying every inch of his thick cock into her soaked pussy.
"Oh god," Claire moaned loudly, her fingers curling into the sheets, a long shaky breath leaving her as he filled her completely.
Jason had a perfect unobstructed view. His wife on all fours like a slut, her full breasts hanging and swaying heavily with every movement, her pale skin flushed pink from everything Xavier had already done to her.
Behind her, Xavier's strong dark hands gripped her hips tightly, the contrast stark and obscene as his thick cock slid in and out of her stretched pussy again and again.
It was the filthiest thing Jason had ever seen.
Xavier began fucking her harder now. His hips snapped forward with steady powerful strokes, driving deep into her with controlled force.
The wet sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy filled the room with every thrust. Claire's moans grew louder and more desperate as she pushed back against him, clearly hungry for more.