Chapter 3: Rising Action
“It’s all about setting a time and scene. Like this.” Justin cheated his throat. Lowering his pants and boxers before clicking his timers and pointing at the ground. “Kneel. And open your mouth.” Justin ordered Jenna.
She followed his instructions readily, dropping to her knees, gaze locked on his hardening shaft. As she obeyed, Derrick couldn't help but feel a slight wave of trepidation. But soon, his anticipation overtook his nerves, aroused by the deliciousness of the forbidden fruit.
“See how eager she is for a real cock?” Justin grinned taking his thick, leaking cock and lightly rubbing it on her lips. “Show your husband how much of a little slut you can be.”
Justin murmured, a subtle dominance lacing every word, lust deepening his voice. Jenna willingly complied, sticking her tongue out, lapping at the precum beading upon the tip. Intrigued, Derrick took a step closer, his fingers skating down his torso.
God, this was filthy. Derrick’s wild pulse thrashing off-beat, his jeans bulging tighter with every flick of Jenna's tongue.
Moaning heatedly, he gorged on the sight of her mouthing Justin greedily.
"You like this, don't you," Justin grunted, holding her head, controlling her as she sucked and teased relentlessly. Her approving gaze caught Derrick, seeking his permission and desire for her to continue.
Oh, he was more than just 'okay' with this revelation.
In fact, Derrick was craving more - the excitement, a wicked thrill, the taboo.
“I think she can take more Justin.” Derrick suggested. Justin hummed. “Maybe…what about you? Since we know that tiny dick of yours is useless how about you prep your ass for me Derrick.” Justin said starting to thrust into Jenna’s throat.
The sound of her gagging turned both Justin and Derrick on, even more, pushing the limits of Derrick’s comfort zone further than ever before.
”Derrick hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him. He turned to the mini-bar and grabbed a small bottle of lubricant. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, feeling them glide effortlessly over his entrance. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, preparing himself for a sensation that was both familiar yet foreign.
As his fingers gently teased his hole, Derrick felt his body tremble, betrayed by the small whimpers he couldn't hold back.
“Ah, yes,” Justin groaned, observing Derrick with a satisfied grin. “See? I knew you would be up for it.” He urged Jenna to stroke Derrick off as he continued to thrust into her mouth. All the while, Derrick felt the growing warmth between his cheeks, her soft hand working in sync with his own fingers.
Justin would thrust hard all the way to the back of Jenna’s throat before cumming. Jebbs teitxhed, gagging as she struggled to swallow around Justin. Her eyes blank with pleasure as Derrick noticed her cumming just from that.
Derrick licked his lips nervously before shoving his third finger in and keening. “Mm, good boy. Why don’t you come here and show wifey what you’ve turned into.” Justin said, pulling out of Jenna’s mouth.
Derrick hurried over, before climbing onto Justin’s lap desperately. Justin chuckled as Derrick lined his cock up before lowering himself down. “Oh fuck yes.” Derrick moaned as Hustin filled him so completely. Derrick felt like he was going to split in two as he got himself fully seated on Justin’s cock.
The sensation was indescribable, a stretch he hadn’t known he needed. His cock twitched greedily, begging for friction as Jenna, now kneeling between them, stroked him tentatively. Justin’s hand snaked around Derrick’s waist, splaying across the small of his back as the fingers of his other grazed his inner thigh.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Justin grunted, barely able to contain the shudder of pleasure coursing through him. “But that’s fine.
I want you to feel every inch of me,” Justin whispered before pulling Derrick in for a searing kiss. Their chests heaved against each other, the pounding of their hearts pulsating in rhythm. Derrick bobbed up and down, adjusting to Justin’s fullness, committing to the sinful intrusion.
In the meantime, Jenna caught her breath, her tongue darting out to taste her own arousal on her lips. Before she’d kneel and start to service Justin’s balls like king and sucking them into her mouth.
She rolled them over her tongue, tasting the unique flavor of this stranger's skin, and forbidden territory.
“Do you like that, Derrick?” Justin moaned, as he rolled his hips up, pulling out then pushing back in, making Derrick taller than ever on him.
“Mhmmm, he loves it.” Jenna murmured around his testicles, secretly enjoying the fact that she was being of some help disappearing every inch of Justin’s hard flesh.
She slid her tongue down to lick the base of his shaft before popping back up to give his sack her utmost attention.
Derrick hadn’t expected the attention that Jenna was paying Justin on top of him. Her enthusiasm for the act she was committing drove him up to the brink of insanity.
“That’s a good girl,” Justin groaned, burying his fingers on Jenna’s hair to guide her for a more satisfying sensation.
The words slipped out of Justin’s mouth without a conscious thought.