Chapter 3: Rising Action
Sara pushed Jacob back in a chair and immediately plunged her mouth on his dick. She was in no position for John to fuck her. Sara was up and down on Jacob’s cock with a purpose. Holy fuck!!!! Jacob’s yells, almost screams at John telling him he won’t last if she keeps sucking him like that. At that moment Sara went balls deep. Jacob yelling Sara you are going to make me cum oh fuck I can’t hold it oh no oh no!!! Sara lifts off and Jacob launched a rope of cum across the room hitting John foot as he stood there in disbelief watching his wife almost rape this poor man!!! She was animalistic!! The remaining ropes covered Sara’s head and chest. It dripped down from all over. It was the highest load any of them have ever seen. Sara needed to get cleaned up before they moved on.
John's eyes were glued to the sight before him, his breath hitched in his throat as he watched Jacob expertly pleasure Sara, his fingers working their magic between her legs. He could see Sara's juices running down her leg, evidence of her body's intense response to Jacob's touch.
The sounds of Sara's cries and moans filled the room, her body trembling and shaking as she reached her peak. She started to cry and laugh at the same time, the sensation so overwhelming that she didn't know how to process it.
Her legs gave out from under her, but Jacob caught her before she could hit the ground. He laid her down on the couch, her legs still trembling as John approached.
"Fuck, John," Jacob growled, "Look at how she responds. She's so fucking hot for you."
John's eyes locked onto Sara's, his gaze filled with a mixture of awe, lust, and shame. He had never seen her like this before, so open and vulnerable, and the sight was intoxicating.
Sara's chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, her body still trembling from her intense orgasm. John couldn't help but stare at her, taking in every inch of her flushed skin, the way her hair fanned out around her head like a halo, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
He felt his cock straining against the zipper of his pants, aching for release.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, John reached down and unbuttoned his fly, freeing his small erection. He wrapped his hand around himself, squeezing hard as he watched Jacob continue to pleasure Sara.
"Fuck, Sara," John groaned, his voice low and guttural. "You look so fucking hot like that."
Sara's gaze flicked down to John's cock, wondering why he has never been able to please her like Jacob. She saw his small hard cock about to cum to another hung man making her cum so hard.
John's cock pulsed in his hand as he watched Jacob continued to thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into Sara. She whimpered and moaned as Jacob fucked her, her hands clutching at his muscular shoulders for support.
John stepped closer to the couch where Jacob was fucking Sara, his own cock still in his hand. He watched as Jacob's hips moved back and forth, each thrust causing Sara's breasts to bounce and jiggle. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air as Jacob quickened his pace, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent.
Sara's whimpers and moans filled the room, her body trembling and shaking beneath him.
John's gaze was fixed on the sight before him, watching as Jacob's cock disappeared inside Sara's wet pussy, only to reappear moments later, glistening with her juices. Sara's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her body.
John couldn't take it any longer. He didn’t know this was going to happen. His beautiful wife is no longer his but a slave to his friends cock.
Watching her get impaled by his best friends thick and hard cock hurt him, fucked with his mind and self-esteem. Yet seeing her like that, and hearing her moan and cry in pleasure hurt him even more because he could no longer satisfy his wife as good as his best friend could. The hurt fucked with his mind, but at the same time, his cock was getting so hard; he was about to bust in his pants as a man, he could not help but look as a woman gets pleasured so raw and sexily.
John watched as Jacob's cock slammed into Sara over and over, her body taking every inch of him. He knew this was wrong to watch this, but he could not stop himself. Her face was twisted in pleasure, moans escaping her lips. Jacob's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him as he thrust deeper and harder. John's own cock throbbed, pre-cum leaking from the tip. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so turned on.
"Fuck, John.
Your wife's pussy feels so fucking good." Jacob grunted as he slammed into Sara once more, his hips thrusting forward with a raw, primal energy that made John's skin prickle with excitement.
John's gaze never wavered from the sight of his best friend dominating Sara, owning her, pleasuring her in ways John never could. Sara's body was flushed pink, her nipples hard as diamonds, her eyes glazed over with an uncontrollable lust that only Jacob had ever been able to draw out of her.
John couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes, couldn't believe the raw and explicit act he was seeing between his wife and his best friend.
"You like that, don't you, Sara?" Jacob growled, his eyes locked onto hers as he pounded into her.
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Sara cried, her hips bucking against him, desperate for more.