5 - The Waiting Game #3
“Nnnh—harder! I’m not a fucking virgin,” she teased, voice ragged with arousal as she dropped her head to the mattress, back arched, presenting herself as an offering.
Her fingers, once wrapped around Ben’s hand, now clawed into the bedspread, gripping the sheets as though the pounding might lift her straight off the bed. And it nearly did.
Aiden shifted behind her, digging his knees into the mattress to gain better leverage.
His hands—those broad, sculpted hands—closed around Dana’s hips like they were built to fit there.
His strokes grew savage, deliberate, grinding upward with each thrust, working the flared head of his cock against the velvet walls of her pussy.
Dana’s moans came sharp and gasping, every inch of her small, athletic frame catching and bouncing from the force of his fucking.
Her body was tight around him—wet, responsive, clenched in orgasmic anticipation—and he grunted low as he neared his edge.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum, D,” he growled, leaning over her slick back, his long auburn hair falling forward and brushing her shoulder blades like trailing silk. He was close, every muscle in his core trembling as he drove deeper still.
Dana didn’t answer with words. She just moaned and reached back, spreading her cheeks apart, fingers dipping toward her slit.
Her sex was swollen, glistening with slick, stretched taut around Aiden’s cock.
She held herself open, presenting him with a view of everything he was buried in.
“You know the drill,” she panted, her voice muffled against the sheets.
That was all Aiden needed.
His final thrust sent Dana lurching forward, her knees lifting from the mattress as his cock pulsed inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt.
He groaned into her spine, gasping, then pulled free with a slow, wet sound, smearing the last spurts of his orgasm across her thigh.
She stayed where she was, hips dipped, chest heaving, her entire frame humming from the release.
“Ahh, fuck…” Aiden exhaled, collapsing backward with a cocky grin. Dana tilted her head just enough to glance over her shoulder—and past him—to her husband.
Ben was still on his knees, hands fidgeting at his lap, his cock stiff and throbbing.
He’d been watching the whole time, expression tight with the quiet ache of denied pleasure.
When he started to crawl closer to Dana’s glistening, used body, hope lighting behind his eyes, she rose to meet him—only to stop him with a firm press of her hand.
“Not so fast,” she purred, her hand trailing from the center of his chest down to the patch of hair above his groin.
One manicured nail flicked across the crown of his cock, and he shuddered.
Her other hand reached down to trace the thick line of Aiden’s cum seeping from her slit, and she held it there—obscene, casual, intimate.
“He’s not done. That was just round one. ”
Ben blinked. His jaw twitched, caught somewhere between complaint and confusion. But before he could speak, Dana pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him with a smirk.
“You did so well today,” she said, tilting her head, “but there’s one last thing you have to do to keep me happy.” Her fingers drifted up and cupped the back of his head, gentle but insistent. Her other hand reached out to Aiden’s now-softening cock, still damp with sweat, spit, and sex.
Ben’s breath hitched as he realized where she was guiding him. Slowly, gradually, Dana angled him toward the thick shaft now resting on Aiden’s thigh.
“You’ve got to get him hard for round two,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do that for me, and then—only then—you get me.”
Ben froze. He stared at Aiden’s cock, jaw clenching, stomach fluttering.
He felt Dana’s hand on his scalp, her nails trailing gently at the nape of his neck.
He wanted to object, to ask if this was really necessary—but her tone, her expression, made it clear that this was part of the deal. Part of what it meant to earn her.
Dana leaned in closer, lips grazing his ear. “You’ve waited for so long. What’s a little more? Be a good boy.”
The moment stretched. Then, tentatively, Ben leaned in.
His lips parted. The scent was overwhelming—musky, salty, layered with the lingering sweetness of Dana’s perfume and the bitterness of spent cum.
When his tongue flicked out to taste the head, he flinched, but Dana murmured praise into his ear.
Aiden lifted his hips slightly in response, his eyes fixed on Ben’s mouth, the ghost of a smile on his face.
Ben’s nostrils flared as he recognized Dana’s smell lingering on Aiden’s cock.
“Mm-mm,” Aiden muttered, gesturing casually. “Smooth motions. Don’t be shy.”
Ben tried again. This time, he opened wider, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking lightly, his tongue circling the glans.
It was awkward at first—uncertain, halting—but Dana’s hand never left his neck, stroking through his hair, her voice low and encouraging.
“That’s it. Do what you used to like, back when you got your dick sucked. You remember what feels good.”
He did.
As he adjusted his grip around the base, the familiar rhythm began to take hold.
Ben’s mouth worked with more confidence, the head bobbing gently as he took Aiden deeper with each pass.
Aiden’s cock was swelling again, stiffening with each slick pull.
Dana’s voice was a hum of approval, and Ben—though flushed and sweating—felt something else building inside him.
Not just heat. Not just desire. Something like… pride.
Dana’s lips brushed his ear again. “Look at you. Getting him nice and hard for me.” She bit his earlobe and pressed her breasts into his back, grinding against him with practiced, wicked glee.
He groaned around Aiden’s cock, and she giggled, fingers curling around his hips.
Then—without warning—she took hold of the back of his head and pushed. Gently, at first. Then harder.
Ben gagged as the head of Aiden’s cock bumped the back of his throat. He pulled back instinctively, sputtering, coughing, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Aiden and Dana both laughed, not cruelly—but with the easy camaraderie of people who had seen this before. Dana wiped his chin with her hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You okay?” she asked, amusement and affection blending in her voice.
Ben nodded slowly, cheeks burning. But something in his eyes had shifted. He wasn’t angry. He was ready.
“Well,” Dana said, running her fingers down his spine, “you can’t just stop at the tip, can you?”
Aiden leaned back against the headboard, cock now fully hard, glistening with spit. “Gotta take the whole thing eventually. I mean—there’s a lot of dick here.”
Ben glanced at Dana.
She smiled, warm and wicked. “He’s right, babe. Let’s see that throat open up.”
And so, with renewed resolve, Ben lowered himself again, lips forming a practiced ‘O’ around Aiden’s cock as Dana guided him downward, inch by inch.
This was the final test. And he was determined to pass it.
Ben settled into a rhythm. Sliding his head down just until he felt pressure on the back of his throat. Then he pulled his head back, dragging his tongue and lips over Aiden’s long manhood. He bobbed his head up and down, feeling his wife’s hand on the back of his neck.
Dana giggled “You’re good at this, maybe I could learn something from you.”
Ben’s cheeks turned slightly redder. He felt pride. He also felt his dick engore even further.
“Look at the man that your sucking off, darling.” Dana whispered. Ben opened his eyes, straining to make eye contact with Aiden while still keeping the perfect angle on his cock.
Aiden’s smirk was almost maddening. He’s enjoying this because he thinks it’s humiliating me. Ben thought.
Ben redoubled his efforts, sliding up and down more passionately, not with greater force but making sure that his lips and tongue made contact with every centimeter of Aiden’s cock.
As Ben pushed his head down and felt Aiden’s cock hit the back of his throat he was rewarded by Aiden’s expression shifting and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
For a brief moment... Ben was in control. But it was a shortlived victory.
“That’s enough. He’s hard for me,” Dana purred.
Ben barely had time to swallow his disappointment before she turned her back to him and stepped between him and Aiden’s now-throbbing cock, her small frame casting a shadow over that thick, pulsing shaft.
She moved with casual confidence, climbing into the other man’s lap as if reclaiming something that already belonged to her.
One hand slid down to guide him inside her again, fingers working deftly at her folds.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as she lowered herself slowly, inch by deliberate inch, until her ass was flush with Aiden’s hips, her body sheathing him completely.
“Nnnfh… there we go,” Dana murmured, her voice airy, almost distracted by pleasure.
Her head tilted back, exposing the delicate column of her throat, and then she turned her face toward Ben once more.
Her expression had softened, lips curved into something that nearly passed for warmth. “See? That wasn’t so bad, honey.”
She leaned forward to grasp the back of Ben’s head, pulling him forward again—not toward her mouth, but down, down, until his lips met the swollen bead of her clit.
“You’ve earned your reward,” she whispered, voice syrupy, teasing, just before a gasp overtook her—Aiden had bucked his hips up beneath her with sudden force, burying himself deeper.
“You’ll get your turn next,” she added, tone low and smoky as her fingers caressed Ben’s cheek. The soft contact was a balm, even as it reminded him just how much control she held. She was using him, using both of them, and yet he clung to the moment like a blessing.
And so, once again, he obeyed.