Chapter 4: Climax
A single bead of sweat trailed down Travis' chiseled cheek, pooling at the curve of his jaw as he slowly eased another inch of the slick silicone phallus into the tight heat of his ass. His breath hitched, muscles tensing as Liam's reassuring words echoed in his mind, "You're doing great, man." Squeezing his eyes shut, Travis concentrated on the sensation, the way the invading object seemed to touch every nerve ending in his body, stoking a fire deep within him.
'Fuck,' he gasped, forcing himself to relax and bear down further, taking more to his eager depths.
On the nightstand, his phone pinged. Lost in the moment, he absently reached for it, glancing at the screen. A message from their friend Liam flashed: "Fucking hot, man. Wish I could join. Watching you is making me so hard."
Travis' heart skipped, his underused hole clenched.
'Jesus,' he muttered, staring at the searing words. He glanced over his shoulder at his wife, who was now touching herself, eyes glazed, watching their exchange. Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips as she locked eyes with him, waiting for a response.
"Want you to," he finally admitted, earning a wicked grin from his wife's sensual mouth.
She motioned towards the phone and suggested, "Ask him to come over?"
Unable to believe the words had just come from his own mouth, he seized the opportunity.