Devon
I’ve been avoiding her all day. Lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the hours tick by. She knocked on the door asking if I wanted lunch, but I didn’t answer. I’m stuck on what I want to do because I don’t want to live without her, but each day watching her with Mike is suffocating.
As the light dims with the setting sun, I roll off the bed and go search for Cami. I can’t make a decision without talking to her. She’s folding laundry on her bed when I find her. She smiles up at me when I walk in the room, but it quickly falls when she takes in my face.
“What’s wrong?”
I lick my drying lips. “Me or him, Cami?”
She jerks back, dropping the shirt in her hands on the floor. “What?”
“I can’t keep waiting. Me or him?”
Cami shakes her head in quick jerks, blinking furiously as if to hold back tears. “No, no, no, no.”
I grind my teeth as she keeps chanting the same word, crossing my arms as I stare down at her. “Make a choice or I’ll make one for you.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “What?” She breathes out.
“I’ll make the choice for you,” I say.
Her mouth slacks open as her watery eyes meet mine. “What does that mean?”
The fear in her eyes makes my stomach twist a bit, realizing she thinks I’m alluding to murdering her husband. I drop my clenched fists to my sides in annoyance.
“I’ll take you and we’ll leave this place behind. Start somewhere new.”
Her phone beeps and both our heads turn to the nightstand where it’s charging. The red hue of the alarm clock is like a warning of how little time I have to grab her if we’re going to leave tonight.
I watch the calculating look in her eyes, and mine narrow in suspicion. “Me or him, Cami. Choose or we leave now.”
“No,” she snaps out. The loud vibrating of her phone annoys me more because I know who’s calling her.
“Then I’ll make it for you. Grab anything you can’t live without and let’s go.”
Cami’s chest falls and rises in quick pants before she scrambles onto the bed, stretching to grab her phone. I climb over, swatting at the device so it flies off the mattress. It vibrates for another few seconds before falling silent.
“!” she screeches. I grip the back of her neck, pushing her face into the soft comforter as I reach between us and drag her dress up in quick pulls. She squirms, trying to buck me off. “He’s going to be home any minute!”
“Good!” I seethe, finding the side of her panties and ripping them off her. “Then he can watch me take what belongs to me.”
If she doesn’t want to leave peacefully, then I will make the choice of showing her husband exactly who the woman is lying in his bed.
Cami tries to shake her head. “No, no, no…”
My knee digs between her legs, wrenching them open for my fingers to swipe along her wet slit. “You’re saying no, but you’re fucking drenched for me, baby.”
Her body shudders and then stiffens as the click of the front door unlocking echoes throughout the house. “Get off,” she says desperately.
I push two of my fingers into her tight pussy. She lets out a breathy gasp before biting down on her lips.
“Cami? ?” Mike yells. I’m sure he’s confused about finding an empty living room and kitchen.
Her eyes widen in fear and it makes my cock harder.
Smirking, I glance over my shoulder at the open door. “Upstairs!”
She lets out a pitiful squeak and increases her efforts to get out from under me. I pin my hips tighter against her, keeping Cami in place with no room to wiggle free. Mike’s heavy footsteps up the stairs pound in time with my beating heart, my breaths coming faster as he draws near. She lets out a guttural sob, her body shaking as the scuffle of Mike’s shoes stops at the entryway.
My gaze meets his as I turn my head to study him. His eyebrows pinch as he takes in our position, and I see his pulse pick up at the hollow of his throat.
“What’s going on?” he says hesitantly.
I wiggle my fingers inside Cami’s pussy, and she lets out a muffled moan as her face presses into the mattress.
“Take a seat, Mike,” I say, nodding to the chair facing toward the bed.
He pulls at the collar of his shirt, fidgeting as he glances between Cami and me. “Just tell—”
“Take a fucking seat and I’ll show you what’s fucking going on,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him with a look that dares him to continue not to listen.
Mike swallows and walks to the chair at a brisk pace, his eyes never straying from Cami’s form on the bed. He lowers himself into the seat, his fingers clawing into the sides. I slide my hand from her neck to the back of her head, curling into her hair and pulling her face up. Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear while staring at Mike.
“Tell your husband what’s going on.”
Tears streak down her face and her lips tremble as she blinks, trying to focus on the man before her. “D-devon… he’s—oh god.”
I pump my fingers once, pulling out to pinch her clit. Licking the shell of her ear, I press my nose into her temple as her husband watches with an open mouth. That’s when I notice something that paints a wicked smirk on my face.
“Look at him, darling . Look at how hard he is watching another man finger his wife.” Cami’s eyes drop to Mike’s lap at the same time the man blushes, covering his bulge with his hands.
“Cami, that’s—”
I kneel back, pulling her by her hair with me as she lets out a little shriek and her hands fly to claw at my wrist. Letting go, I reach around and grip the front of her dress, ripping it in half to her navel. Her perky tits are bared to the room as I shove the tattered top off her shoulders, letting it hang at her waist. I knead her breasts, pinching her pointy nipples, and kiss her neck.
“You seem like the type, Mike. The type to get off at watching a real man take your wife in a way you never could,” I taunt him, collaring her throat with my hand and leaning her head against my shoulder.
Cami lets out a moan as I nip at her ear before skimming my fingers down her taut belly and back into her gushing pussy. Mike swallows, his attention on the movement of the fabric covering my pumping hand. I toss Cami away from me, flipping her onto her back and ripping the rest of the dress off her. Pushing her legs open, her puffy, pink pussy blooms before me, and I groan at the sight.
“You see how wet she is. She’s fucking desperate for my cock, desperate to be stretched by it, desperate to be filled with my cum and bred like the good little wife she is.”
Cami arches her back with a small cry when I smack her pussy with a quick tap. Mike lets out a sharp gasp, and I glance at him.
“Tell her. Tell her you want to watch me fuck her,” I command him, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling out my hard cock.
“Mike?” Cami asks, her tiny voice shaking with uncertainty.
Running my ruddy tip along her wet folds, I watch Mike’s flushed face as his chest heaves. His intent stare follows the slow strokes of my cock, dragging up and down her slit. I push at her entrance, barely fitting the tip inside her before pulling out. Repeating the motions a few times, Cami’s fingers claw at the sheets.
“Look at her, Mike. She’s wanton, a needy bitch that’s begging to be fucked,” I say with a grunt as I push into her another inch. It’s torture for both of us. My cock throbs, desperate to be buried inside her tight heat.
Mike swallows, and he leans forward running his hands through his hair. He looks at Cami with a longing I understand. Then his gaze locks with mine. “Okay.”
I thrust forward, sliding deep into her pussy as Cami cries out. Gripping onto her hip, I pull her closer and slip in and out of her a few times till I’m buried to the hilt. I lick my lips, my heart pounding in my chest, and try to catch my breath as I stare down at Cami.
Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are pink with arousal. Her breasts quiver as her chest rises and falls with quick pants. Mike settles back into the chair with his legs spread wide, using his palm to knead his erection.
I pull out till my tip nearly slips out before slamming back into her. Her hands fly up and she digs her nails into my forearms as she lets out a cry.
“You like that, baby? Tell your husband that you prefer my huge cock over his.”
Cami’s head lulls to the side, her attention falling to Mike as I give her another rough thrust, and her eyes roll back for a second.
“Tell him,” I demand, reaching up and pinching a nipple.
“I–I… oh god,” she moans as I slam my cock back into her again. Her breasts bounce with each deep stroke and her pussy clenches around me.
“ Fuck,” I grunt out, dropping my hold on her leg to rest my weight on my palm by her head and pick up my pace. Cami’s legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the small dip right above my ass. I stare down at her flushed face. My cock throbs with the need to release inside her.
“Is he watching, Cami? Watching me pump you full of my cum and put my baby in you?”
She shakes under me, her pussy fluttering in tight waves as she comes. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her breath catches and her chest arches into my face. I suck a nipple into my mouth as I bury myself as deep as I can and ride out her orgasm.
When she collapses back onto the mattress, I kneel back between her legs and gently stroke the sweaty hair away from her face. “Such a good girl coming on my cock like that.”
I slide my hands under her ass, gripping the flesh of her cheeks tightly as I lift her up and start pounding into her. I slide in and out of her tight pussy, nearly grunting with every thrust. My teeth clench together as I punish her with my cock.
Cami’s hands twist in the sheets, her cries getting louder the longer I fuck her.
Movement to my left has me looking at Mike. His pants are undone, his hand moving under his briefs. I turn back to Cami and watch her swollen, dripping pussy take my cock over and over again.
“You don’t come till she comes,” I snap at him, annoyed I’m not disgusted by what he's doing.
Mike groans, his hand moving faster. “Yes…”
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I rasp. Turning back to my woman, my fingers tighten as fire licks up my spine and my balls draw up.
Mike groans, his hand moving faster. “Yes…”
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I rasp, my fingers tightening as fire licks up my spine and my balls draw up.
“Please,” she whimpers, her cunt clamping down on me.
“Goddamn, take it,” I growl, pushing till I reach the end of her and start drowning her cervix with my seed. “Take all my cum, baby.”
We ride through our release together. Her parted lips are silent as her chest arches and I rock my hips a few more times. Cami’s flushed face and heaving breasts have my cock twitching with an extra few drops at how beautiful she is. Licking my lips, I try to collect my breathing and look down where we’re still connected.
Pulling out of her, I watch my cum leak from her pussy as I’m trying to catch my breath. Cami’s breasts quiver as she pants under me. Mike shifts in his chair, drawing my attention and softening my cock further. My jaw clenches as an unfamiliar emotion builds in my stomach and I pull my sweats up, tucking my wet cock back in. I climb off the bed without another word to Cami or a glance in Mike’s direction and leave the room.