Chapter 3: Middle of the night
The heavy silence of deep sleep was broken only by the ragged rhythm of breathing. David surfaced slowly, consciousness a cold trickle seeping into the warmth of the bed. Emily lay pressed against his side, her back to his chest, one leg hooked over his thigh, her skin slick with shared heat. Her fiery hair fanned across his arm, smelling faintly of sweat and sex. Ben lay on her other side, a dark, mountainous shape in the gloom, one powerful arm thrown possessively over her waist, his hand resting low on her hip, fingers splayed. David’s own arm was pinned beneath Emily, numb and tingling. He tried to shift, to ease the pressure, but the movement jostled Emily.
She stirred with a soft murmur, nuzzling deeper against David’s neck. But the shifting didn’t stop. David felt it then – a subtle, deliberate pressure against Emily’s backside. Ben’s hips were moving, grinding slowly, insistently against her bare ass. David froze, the breath catching in his throat. He watched, paralyzed, as Ben’s hand slid lower from Emily’s hip, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, then dipping purposefully into the cleft. Emily made a low, sleepy sound in her throat, part sigh, part moan. Her hips pushed back instinctively, seeking the pressure.
Ben’s breathing changed, deepening. David felt the mattress shift as Ben adjusted, pulling his knees up slightly behind Emily. He saw Ben’s free hand reach down, fingers slicking something – saliva, the remnants of their earlier coupling – between Emily’s legs. Then, with a slow, deliberate pressure, Ben pushed Emily’s top leg wider, hooking it over David’s thigh, opening her completely. David felt the cool air brush his own skin where Emily’s leg shifted. He saw Ben position himself.
There was a pause, a terrible, thick silence broken only by Ben’s low, guttural breathing inches away. Then, with a single, powerful thrust of his hips, Ben pushed inside her.
Emily gasped, her eyes flying open in the darkness, locking onto David’s. Her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ of surprise, then pleasure. Her body arched, pressing back against Ben’s invasion, forcing David’s trapped arm painfully beneath her. Ben groaned, a deep, satisfied rumble that vibrated through Emily and into David’s chest. He began moving, slow, deep, grinding thrusts that rocked Emily’s entire body against David’s.
"David…" Emily breathed, her voice thick with sleep and sudden arousal. Her hand came up, trembling fingers tracing his jawline. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue pushed past his teeth, tasting of sleep and shared whiskey. When she pulled back slightly, her eyes were wide, dark pools reflecting the faint lamplight. Her breath hitched as Ben thrust deeper, making her gasp again against David’s mouth.
"He’s… he’s inside me, David," she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hips rolled back, meeting Ben’s slow push. "So deep. God… he’s so thick. Filling me up." She kissed him again, sloppily, her moans vibrating against his lips. "Can you feel it? Can you feel him moving me? Pushing me against you?"
David could. Every powerful surge Ben made rocked Emily’s body, grinding her ass against David’s trapped hip, her back sliding against his chest. The slick, wet sound of Ben sliding in and out of her soaked depths was obscenely loud in the quiet room. David’s own traitorous cock stirred, hardening against Emily’s thigh despite the sick churn in his gut.
"He’s… he’s grabbing my hips," Emily moaned, breaking their kiss to look David in the eye. Her own eyes were glazed, lost in the sensations tearing through her. "Holding me so tight. Pulling me back onto his cock. Oh… oh fuck, David… he’s going harder now." Ben’s rhythm shifted, the deep grinds becoming shorter, sharper thrusts. The wet slapping sound intensified. Emily cried out, her head falling back against David’s shoulder. "Yes! Like that! Oh god, Ben! Fuck! Fuck me!"
She turned her face back to David, her lips brushing his ear. "He’s pounding me, David," she gasped, her voice ragged. "Pounding my pussy so hard. I can feel him… all the way… inside." Her body jerked violently with another deep thrust. "His balls… slapping against me…" She grabbed David’s hand, the one not pinned, and pulled it down between their bodies, pressing his palm roughly against her lower belly. "Feel it? Feel how deep he is? Can you feel his cock stretching me?"
David flinched. Beneath the soft skin of her belly, he could feel the distinct, hard outline of Ben’s shaft driving deep within her with each thrust. It was horrifying. It was electrifying. Emily moaned, grinding her clit against his trapped hand. "He’s hitting it… hitting that spot… oh GOD, David!" Her body convulsed, a small, sharp orgasm ripping through her. She clenched around Ben, her inner muscles fluttering wildly against the invading thickness. "Fuck… Ben… fuck…"
Ben growled, a low, predatory sound. He shifted his grip, hauling Emily’s hips higher. David’s pinned arm screamed in protest as Emily was lifted partially off him. Ben’s thrusts became frantic, brutal piston strokes, slamming into her with relentless force. The bedframe creaked in protest. Emily screamed, a raw, desperate sound, her body bowed taut between the two men. "YES! HARDER! DON'T STOP! FILL ME! FUCKING FILL ME UP, BEN!"
David watched, hypnotized by the raw ecstasy contorting his wife’s face, by the primal ferocity of Ben’s assault. He was nothing but a pillow, a warm surface she pushed against, a captive audience to her pleasure with another man. Emily turned her head, seeking his mouth again, her kiss frantic, demanding. "He’s going to cum," she panted against his lips, her words punctuated by Ben’s brutal slams. "He’s going to pump his load deep inside my cunt. Feel it, David? Feel how hard he’s fucking me? How much he wants to breed me?"
Ben roared, a sound of pure animal release. His hips slammed forward one final time, crushing Emily against David, burying himself to the hilt. David felt the powerful tremors rack Ben’s body through Emily, felt the hot, wet pulse deep inside her as Ben emptied himself with guttural grunts. Emily shuddered violently, crying out wordlessly as another climax tore through her, milking Ben’s cock.
Slowly, the brutal momentum ceased. Ben collapsed forward, a dead weight pinning Emily firmly down onto David. His breathing was ragged gasps against Emily’s shoulder. Emily lay limp between them, utterly spent, her own breath coming in shallow hitches. She turned her head slightly on the pillow, her cheek pressed against David’s. Her eyes met his, glazed but holding a flicker of something unreadable – satisfaction, perhaps, or a question. Ben’s softening cock slipped wetly from her, a thick trickle of his release following, staining the sheets between her thighs and David’s hip. The smell of sex, potent and musky, filled the air.
In the suffocating silence that followed, broken only by the slowing breaths of the man pinning his wife to his chest, David stared up at the shadowed ceiling. His arm was completely numb, a dead thing beneath Emily’s weight. Ben’s possessive arm remained locked around her waist. David was trapped. Not just physically, crushed beneath the weight of their spent passion. Trapped in the cage of his own making, the walls closing in with the scent of another man’s seed deep inside his wife. The faint, rhythmic sound of Ben’s breathing shifted into the soft pattern of sleep. Emily’s eyelids fluttered shut. David remained rigid, wide awake, staring into the dark, the echo of Emily’s words – "Feel how much he wants to breed me?" – ringing in his ears like a death knell for the marriage he thought he knew. The night stretched endlessly before him, a prison of his own desire.