Chapter 10: Double Claiming
The humid air crackled. Jasmine lay sprawled on the stranger’s sweat-slicked chest, his softening cock still buried deep inside her, her own release mingling with his cooling seed. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her limbs liquid. The stranger’s hands traced lazy patterns on her back, his own breathing slowing. Jasmine’s gaze, heavy-lidded, drifted past the hibiscus blooms towards Monty. He stood rigidly at the pool’s edge, his erection straining obscenely against his linen shorts, his eyes burning holes into the tableau before him. Not anger, not quite. A fierce, possessive hunger that stole Jasmine’s breath anew.
The stranger chuckled, a low, satisfied rumble vibrating through Jasmine’s body. "Damn, lady," he murmured, his voice thick with spent lust. "Best fucking wake-up call I ever had." His fingers tightened slightly on her hip. "You planning on staying glued to me all afternoon?"
Before Jasmine could respond, his hands shifted. With surprising strength, he gripped her waist and flipped her. Jasmine gasped as the world tilted. Suddenly she was on her hands and knees on the warm stone pavers, facing away from him, the lounger pressing against her shins. The abrupt movement dislodged his cock, leaving her gaping and dripping onto the stone. The cool air kissed her exposed, swollen folds.
"No," the stranger growled, his voice dropping an octave, roughened with renewed intent. He knelt behind her, his knees bracketing hers. Jasmine felt the heat radiating from him, the renewed hardness pressing insistently against her slick ass cheek. "Not done yet."
His hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging in. He didn’t guide himself to her dripping pussy. Instead, Jasmine felt the blunt, insistent pressure lower, nudging against her tight, untouched rosette. Her eyes widened. "Wait—"
"Shhh," he breathed, hot against her shoulder blade. One hand slid forward, fingers plunging roughly back into her soaked cunt, gathering her juices. He slicked his thick cockhead with her own arousal, the wet sound obscenely loud in the quiet garden. "Gotta try this sweet ass. Looks fucking perfect."
He pressed. Hard. Jasmine cried out, a sharp sound swallowed by the rustling palms. The intrusion was intense, a burning stretch unlike anything she’d experienced recently. Her inner muscles clenched violently, instinctively resisting. "Fuck! It’s… tight!"
"Fuck yeah it is," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. He pushed relentlessly, his hips driving forward with short, brutal thrusts. Jasmine gasped, her knuckles whitening against the stone. The initial burn gave way to a deep, overwhelming fullness as he breached her completely, burying himself to the hilt in her ass with one final, grunting shove. "Jesus Christ… like a fucking vise."
He paused for a heartbeat, buried deep, letting her adjust to the incredible invasion. Jasmine panted, her head hanging low, waves of intense sensation – pain, pressure, forbidden pleasure – crashing over her. Then he moved. Pulling back slowly, almost completely out, before slamming forward again with a wet slap of skin on skin. A choked moan escaped Jasmine’s lips. He set a relentless, pounding rhythm, each thrust driving deep into her ass, his hips pistoning against her cheeks. Animalistic grunts tore from his throat with every powerful surge. "Take it! Take my cock in that tight fucking asshole!"
One hand fisted tightly in her damp hair, pulling her head back, arching her spine painfully. The other hand released her hip and snaked backwards, groping blindly. It found Monty’s thigh. Jasmine felt the stranger’s fingers curl, seeking, then roughly grasp the hard outline of Monty’s erection through the thin linen. He squeezed, pulling Monty closer.
"Fuckin’ watchin’ us, huh?" the stranger panted, his thrusts never faltering, pounding Jasmine’s ass with deep, jarring strokes. "Watchin’ me fuck your wife’s ass raw? Bet you’re fuckin’ throbbing." He gave Monty’s cock another rough squeeze through the fabric. "Get that fat cock out. Stuff it in her mouth. Let her taste herself while I wreck her ass."
Monty didn’t hesitate. The command, the raw filth of it, seemed to shatter his paralysis. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the button and zip of his shorts. They pooled around his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. He stepped forward, his shadow falling over Jasmine where she knelt, impaled and trembling.
Jasmine looked up, her vision blurred. Monty’s face was taut, etched with a complex mix of arousal, possessiveness, and something almost primal. He gripped the base of his cock, guiding the swollen head towards her lips. Jasmine opened her mouth obediently, her tongue darting out. The salty-bitter taste of him flooded her senses as he pushed past her lips, filling her mouth.
The stranger laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound. "Yeah! Suck your husband’s cock, slut! Taste him while I fuck your ass!" He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust that drove Jasmine forward onto Monty’s length, making her gag slightly. Monty groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair now too, holding her steady as he began to fuck her mouth in counterpoint to the stranger’s assault on her ass.
It was overwhelming. Degrading. Exhilarating. Jasmine was the nexus of their shared lust. The stranger’s thick cock pistoned into her ass, stretching her unbearably, each inward stroke a deep, internal bruise. Monty’s familiar girth filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, his musky scent filling her nostrils. The stranger’s hand was still fisted in her hair, Monty’s fingers now joined his, both men anchoring her, using her. The wet sounds of fucking – the slap of hips against ass, the slick slide of cock in ass, the muffled gagging as Monty thrust deep into her throat – filled the humid air, mingling with their grunts and curses.
"Fuck her ass harder!" Monty growled, his voice rough, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep down Jasmine’s throat. "Make her feel it!"
The stranger obliged, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied, jackhammering into her. "Gonna fill this tight asshole! Gonna fuckin’ breed it!" he roared. Jasmine felt him swell impossibly larger inside her, the rhythm stuttering. His grip on her hair tightened painfully. "Cumming! Fuck! Take it!"
His roar echoed as he slammed home and held, buried to the hilt. Jasmine felt the hot, violent pulses erupting deep inside her rectum, flooding her with his release. Her ass muscles clenched involuntarily around the spurting intrusion, milking him. The sensation, combined with Monty relentlessly fucking her mouth, pushed her towards another precipice. A low, muffled whine vibrated in her throat around Monty’s cock.
Monty felt it. Saw the desperate flutter of her eyelids, the way her body trembled between them. "That’s it, Jazz," he rasped, his own thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. "Take it. Take his load in your ass… now take mine." He pulled almost completely out of her mouth, leaving her gasping, saliva slicking her chin. "Open wide. Show me."
Jasmine opened her mouth, panting, her tongue extended. Monty gripped his cock tightly at the base. With a guttural groan that seemed ripped from his soul, he aimed and unleashed thick, hot ropes of cum onto her waiting tongue, across her lips, spattering her chin and cheeks. Jasmine closed her eyes, accepting the salty warmth, swallowing convulsively as more pulsed onto her tongue.
The stranger, still buried deep in her ass but softening now, chuckled weakly. "Filthy fucking wife you got there, man." He gave a final, shallow thrust before slowly pulling out. Jasmine gasped at the sudden emptiness, feeling his seed begin to leak from her ravaged asshole onto her thighs.
Monty’s breathing was ragged as the last pulses subsided. He looked down at Jasmine, kneeling on the stone, covered in sweat, saliva, and his cum, the stranger’s release dripping from her ass. The stranger pulled his swim shorts up with a satisfied sigh and stood, stretching his lean frame. "Hell of a pool party," he grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "Mind if I grab a beer before I head back next door?"
Monty didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained locked on Jasmine. The fierce hunger hadn't faded; it had transmuted into something deeper, darker. Possession solidified. He reached down, not gently, and wiped a thick streak of his cum from Jasmine’s cheek with his thumb. He looked at it, then slowly brought his thumb to his own lips and sucked it clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sex, sunscreen, and blooming flowers. The cicadas’ drone seemed louder now. Jasmine knelt, trembling, utterly spent, yet acutely aware of the silent challenge radiating from her husband. The stranger shifted awkwardly, the casual grin fading slightly under the weight of Monty’s intense, unreadable stare. The pool water shimmered, reflecting the chaos and the stillness, waiting for the next inevitable ripple.