Chapter 8: Acceptance
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Just minutes before Alek and I were talking and had come to an understanding. And now…he was knelt in front of this other guy, Jerrick. I’d never seen Alek so desperate for cock, it was kind of hot.
Jerrick leaned back against the mahogany dining table, his strong thighs parted as Alek greedily took him in.
"That's right, baby," Jerrick murmured, running a hand through Alek's short brown hair. "Suck your first real cock."
My heart raced in my chest, there was no turning back now. I walked up behind Alek, admiring the way he looked with a cock in his mouth, his full lips stretched around Jerrick's thick shaft. My own cock twitched in my pants at the sight.
I couldn't deny the way it made me feel, the thrill of watching my husband submit to another man's desires. It was forbidden and wrong, yet I couldn't tear my gaze away.
"Is this what you want, Larry?" Jerrick asked, his deep brown eyes locked on mine. "To watch me fuck your husband?"
I nodded, unable to speak. I was fully in the moment, my body responding to the erotic show before me. I undid my pants and pulled my hard cock out, feeling the cool air of the room against my heated flesh.
I stroked myself as I watched Alek deep-throat Jerrick's shaft, the sounds of his choking and gagging only fueling my desires.
Jerrick stood up and pushed Alek onto the table, spreading his legs wide open. My husband's body glistened with sweat as he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I knew he needed this, the excitement of the unknown. I stepped closer to the table as Jerrick teased Alek's hole with his fingers, making him squirm with pleasure.
I had never seen my husband so much in need, so weak with desire. It was a turn-on to say the least. I continued to stroke my cock, watching as Jerrick slicked up his shaft with a condom and then slowly entered Alek.
Their bodies moved together in a dance of pleasure, Jerrick's strong thrusts meeting Alek's urgent moans. I stood to the side and watched, feeling my body tensing and my heart pounding in my chest.