Author's Note: The following is a sneak peek into a draft of my debut erotica novel, Lust & Lamenting, which will hopefully be out either late 2021 or early 2022. The events in this story are true, though the names of those involved have been changed. Please note, this is an early draft and might be subject to edits.
“I wanna watch you suck my husband’s cock.”
It’s almost like an out-of-body experience, hearing something you’re not quite sure you heard correctly. The words registered in my ears just fine, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about Amber saying that some nights, alone in my bed and imagining what it would be like to take both her and Darren at the same time. But I had a hard time believing this. Had I fallen asleep without meaning to? Was I in the middle of a dream that would end at the worst possible moment, leaving me desperate to get back to the moment and to remember the details hours later?
Was I hallucinating?
I couldn’t have been. We were all stone sober, having just returned to the apartment Amber and Darren shared after having dinner and going to the local pool hall. It was a rare night for the couple without their infant son, a much-needed respite from how hectic their lives had become now that they were parents. I wasn’t sure at first why they had insisted I tag along; wouldn’t they have been happier to simply enjoy a night to themselves?
But if Amber really said what I heard, the puzzle pieces were starting to come together.
Darren met my eyes, and he had that shit-eating grin he always had whenever it was time to whip his cock out…which clinched it. This was real. Darren’s wife—his big-breasted, raven-haired, plump-assed siren of a wife—had just told me she wanted to watch me put her husband’s dick in my mouth. She likely knew how much I enjoyed sucking Darren’s cock, and she wanted a front row seat. Hell, she was already reclining in the chair across from us, her fingers lightly trailing over the curves of her top.
She was staring at her man's crotch, biting her lower lip. My gaze followed hers.
Not only was Darren already at full mast, precum was leaking down to his ball sac. I was always amazed at how much precum he could produce, yet not once did he ever burst before either of us wanted him too.
Darren pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. I did the same, my chest as hairy as his, even though I was only a fraction of his weight and the surgical scar split my hair down the middle, from collarbone to navel. I was never self-conscious about it, but I appreciated the way Darren had accepted the scar. Putting a pillow on the floor, because my knees were already balking at the hardwood, I positioned myself between Darren’s legs, grabbed him by the base, and licked my lips.
I took my time, not out of nerves, but because I always took a moment to appreciate his glorious length. Five inches along, plenty thick, a curve that, in the right position, would press against my prostate with ease…I took him into my mouth, digging my nails gently into his hips when he bucked and gasped.
I also caught the soft “Fuck…” that escaped Amber’s lips.
Bobbing my head up and down, I took Darren to his base and swirled my tongue along his underside. He hissed and grabbed the back of my head—not to force anything, but to guide my movements. Slower, faster, don’t go quite as deep this time. I was slobbering all over his shaft, coating him all the way down to his balls. Spit was even working its way into his ass crack, and his legs parted ever so slightly. Like his body expected me to tease his hole, maybe slide in a finger or two.
Which I might’ve done, had Amber’s moaning not distracted me.
I side-eyed her with Darren’s cock in my mouth, moaning myself when I saw Amber with two fingers buried inside herself. Her free hand was cupping her right breast through her top. Even from here, I could see her hard nipple poking through the fabric. She chewed on her lower lip, staring intently at us both. Every time I lowered my head to take more of her husband, she stuffed her fingers into herself. His moans, her coos, the sounds of her pussy being filled and stretched and teased…it was such a delicious symphony of filth that I didn’t want it to end.
Even with the throbbing cock buried in my mouth, even with the salty precum tickling the flat of my tongue, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Amber. Her eyes locked with mine and with a half-cocked smile, she added a third finger. She angled her hand to make sure I got the perfect view of her digits stretching open her wet hole. Her glistening little pussy, plump clit prominent beneath a fine layer of dark hair, and she continued cramming her fingers into herself in tune with my mouth.
If I went quicker on Darren, she went quicker on herself. When I slowed the pace, so did she.
Darren arched his back and gritted his teeth. I cupped his balls with free hand, giving them a soft squeeze. He had recently shaved them, a point of personal pride. Not that I cared either way, but he was adamant about making sure his sac was hairless. I used to do the same, but to be perfectly frank, I got lazy.
“Fuck!” Amber hissed, and I looked over in time to see her buck off the chair. Her back arched, her eyes squeezed shut. Three fingers buried as deep as they would go in her pussy, and I could see the contractions around them. A trail of juice ran from her opening down between her cheeks.
For the first time that night, I took every inch of Darren’s cock, suppressing a gag and keeping my eyes on Amber. Her eyes opened and she gave me a lazy grin, easing her fingers out of herself before rubbing small circles over her swollen clit. We stared at each other as she came down from her high and I devoured as much of her husband as I could. I pulled up just to spit on his shaft, stroking him with both hands, relishing in the way he hissed and just how sloppy the whole thing sounded.
Between Darren’s cock and Amber’s post-orgasmic pussy, I couldn’t tell who was making the bigger mess.
Even I was leaking precum at this point—something I hardly ever did. I couldn’t tell you why, but I’ve never been a heavy pre-cummer. There had even been times with Darren where I would be soft while going down on him…not because I wasn’t turned on, but because I had been so focused on his pleasure and the way he felt in my mouth.
Yet here I was on my knees, as hard as I could remember being. My cock twitched as I watched Amber get to her knees and crawl toward us. She was on me in almost no time, running her tongue along my jaw as I took Darren into my mouth again. I hissed when she trailed a wet finger along the underside of my cock, and we locked eyes again, but I kept her husband buried in my mouth.
“Darren’s been a naughty boy,” she mocked, wrapping her full hand around me. “Tells me about all the things you do to him, goes on and on about how great your cock is.”
Amber’s eyes flickered downward and her hand picked up speed.
I let Darren slip out of my mouth with an audible pop, spitting on his shaft again and giving it a few more tugs. Just because I enjoyed the way he bucked, how he tried to bite back a moan to keep from being too loud.
I particularly liked how he always failed.
“He tell you how much he likes it when I cum down his throat?”
Amber pulled her top over her head and the sight of her massive tits springing free, nipples already at full attention, was almost enough to make me lose it right then and there. I squeezed Darren’s cock with both hands before leaning in to lap at the precum oozing from his tip. Amber kissed me to gather it off my tongue, and I’m not ashamed to admit my whimper was less than manly.
Amber bit her lower lip and cupped my face in her hands. “Sometimes, I’ll masturbate while he tells me what you guys do.”
I arched a brow, equal parts disbelieving and turned on. Because this seemed like the sort of thing that only happened in porn. No way was this actually happening—especially to me, someone who had downright horrible luck when it came to sex. But the cock throbbing in my grasp was just as real as the massive boobs inches from me, and my cock couldn’t decide where it wanted to go first.
Not that I could blame it. I was pretty overwhelmed with the options myself.
“You’re gonna fuck my husband tonight,” Amber whispered in my ear, brushing her thumb along my swollen cock head. She was rewarded with a dot of precum. “And then you’re both gonna get a turn with me.”
I swallowed hard and cast a sideways glance at Darren. Because hello, this was his wife stroking my cock and whispering nasty shit in my ear. It was one thing for her to watch me and him go at it, but for me to do anything sexual with Amber felt like crossing a line of some sort. I was fine crossing that line in my head, but to actually do it?
This night was going to go one of two ways. Because unless Darren was absolutely sure of this, I wanted no part. Darren and I had known each other for too long, been friends for too long, for me to do anything to ruin that.
Darren arched his brows and nodded once.
To be continued...
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