Brett

 

I should’ve been smug as shit to see Heath shooting his load like a desperate cunt into Grace’s needy asshole, and I was.

The victory was loud and proud, my own cock twitching in warped fucking excitement as I worked it slow and shallow in my palm. Seeing that sonofabitch lose his cool and come for my Grace was a joy beyond every sensibility I’d ever known. Seeing her wounded confidence repair itself in front of me appeased every scrap of concern I had about this fucked-up arrangement.

It was worth it.

Seeing that sweet little smile on her face as she collapsed onto the bed with his cum still dripping from her asshole was worth every scrap of misery the cunt had landed on our doorstep and then some.

The bathroom door was closed tight behind him, the sound of running water blocking out any words I could have chosen to speak to my wife, but I didn’t need words.

My touch said it all, pulling her to my chest and wrapping her in warm arms, my cock pulsing against the small of her back as she struggled to regain her composure.

“This is crazy…” she whispered, and I kissed her damp hair.

My words were all from instinct, alien to me even as I said them.

“This is all about you from here on in. No point-scoring, no ego, just you and what you want. Whatever you want, Grace. I’m all in.”

Her hands stroked my arms, her body so small against mine, and it was about her. Seeing her so content between me and that asshole was all the reward I needed.

“He came,” she told me, her voice so small.

“How could he not?” I replied. “You were irresistible.”

I was still holding her tight when the bathroom door swung open and Heath stepped back into the room. His belly was still glistening from washing himself down, his cock back to hardness even though his expression was foul. It took a real scrap of restraint not to goad him further into his cesspit of losing, but I held back, giving him a nod as he came closer.

“It’s not game over yet,” he said, but his smirk was nowhere to be seen.

I could have pushed his every fucking button to pound my win home even harder, but I didn’t.

“It is game over,” I told him. “It’s all about Grace from here on in.”

He paused, standing over the bed with his eyes fixed on mine, trying to work out just what the hell I was going on about, I’m sure. I answered with a shrug.

“All about Grace,” I said again. “She has fantasies. We’re going to live up to them.”

“Just like that?” he asked, still seething hard. “You’re really going to abandon your jock attitude to make sure your pretty wife gets her fill? I doubt that very much.”

Another shrug came so naturally. “Doubt it all you like, it’s the truth.”

“And what do you get out of it?”

My smile was all for her, even though her eyes were on him. “The same thing you do, a beautiful woman taking her fill. Don’t tell me you don’t want her. I’ll believe some of your posh boy bullshit, but not that.”

He didn’t look convinced as he dropped down onto the mattress. He looked at her for a long while, his cock hard against his thigh as that chess master brain of his ticked through his moves.

“This isn’t over,” he told me. “We’ll take a rematch.”

“Temporary truce,” I said.

And there it was again, whatever festering resentment he held towards me burning bright in his eyes before he gave a nod. I pushed it aside as Grace squirmed in my arms.

“A truce sounds good,” she told us, tipping her head back to greet me with a smile.

That smile settled everything. I’d call a truce for a thousand years if it brought even half of that smile to her lips.

I shifted away from her, leaving her exposed between us, and this time there wasn’t so much as a hint of nerves in her posture, her limbs wide and welcoming as she beckoned him to close the distance. It perplexed him, his whole body tensing as he weighed her up.

“If this is some stupid conspiratorial game at my expense–” he began, and it made me sigh.

“Don’t judge everyone else by your own fucked-up standards, Heath. Not everything is at someone else’s expense. This isn’t your London city bullshit here.”

“Everything is always at someone else’s expense,” he told me, but moved all the same.

He looked different this time, his actions less aggressive as he closed the distance between him and my wife. His hands were solid but not as assured as they reached for her. She moulded into him perfectly. Effortless as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and urged him down onto her.

“I want you both,” she whispered. “Both at once.”

The idea of the close proximity to another man’s nakedness brought a shiver down my spine, but my dick was still pulsing unperturbed. He slid into her pussy in one deep thrust, taking her leg and hoisting it high. I watched as an onlooker without the sheen of bitterness, absorbed fully by the sight of him balls deep inside the sweet little cunt I’d called mine for a lifetime, the surrealism addictive as she coaxed him for more.

It was late. The night gobbling us up with its quiet mystery. I let myself sink into it, thumbing my balls idly as I contemplated a potential week of this and everything it would bring.

Her hands were all over his back as he found his stride and fucked her hard. He buried his face in her neck and kissed her like he meant it, and she was right there, urging him on. It should’ve killed me, but it didn’t. Didn’t even come close.

I wondered on some fucked-up level if this would be enough to change the prick into someone less eager to fuck everyone else’s life up around them. If this would mean something, anything. If Grace would be the calm to ease off the storm in whatever fucked-up part of him he’d dragged down here to our doorstep.

And then I wondered if I really cared. Why I really cared. If I’d ever known the cunt at all. If I’d ever deserved some of the hatred in his gut.

She told him it felt amazing. He felt amazing. She told him she wanted it harder, faster, deeper. More.

I held back and let him give it to her, watching through eager eyes as he took her where she wanted, his whole body thrusting as he claimed her. Until she reached for me. An outstretched arm begging for closeness.

I gave it to her, shifting up on my haunches and presenting myself close enough that I could taste the sweat on the air, my own limbs working as theirs did, bringing her up and onto him, his dick impaled all the way as she landed hard and leaned forward, offering up that pretty asshole to two at once in a bid that saw me desperate to dig in deep.

I cared nothing for the risk of balls against balls as I positioned myself behind her and brushed the head of my dick against her winking ass. She was still dribbling his filthy cum from her hole, and in any other circumstances it would have made me retch my fucking guts up, but not tonight.

I closed my eyes as I pressed in hard, adoring how she whimpered and tensed at the strain of two.

Her exclamation was feral, but not averse, rocking back against the intrusion as she whimpered with the stretch.

He groaned along with her as I pushed my way inside, and I was there too, grunting at the sensation of another man’s dick filling her up to the brim along with mine. It was enough to offset any disgust, my balls aching to unload inside her as I took her hair in my fist and held her tight.

“Fuck us,” I barked. “Both of us. Work our fucking dicks like you want it.”

She gave it her all, gritting her teeth and shunting back like a dirty little angel as we stretched her wide. She took it like a trooper, murmuring like a slut as we ploughed into her, hedonistic in her desire to take us both in all the way.

Bottoming out was a thrill that zipped right through me. He must have felt it too, because he grunted like I’d never heard him, cursing as she squirmed.

“This is my dream…” she breathed, and it was obvious.

I let my weight pin her between us, two bodies sandwiching her tight as I thrust my own hips to take her hard.

The grunts were low and loud, both of us taking our fill without the need for bravado.

“Fuck my wife,” I told him. “Give it to her.”

He did. Shunting his hips to alternate with mine until she was squealing, and then he shifted, sinking into my rhythm. In and out together, both of us in unison, filling her to bursting, then leaving her hanging loose and winking for more, over and over and fucking over, until we were only flesh seeking more. Seeking her. Seeking the warmth of two tight fucking tunnels milking us dry.

My chest was heaving against her back, balls thrumming with the need to unload, and he was right there with me, I heard it in his voice, felt it in his thrusts, desperate as he raised his hips for deeper.

“Come for us,” I growled in her ear. “Show us what a greedy slut you are.”

Her clit must have been pressed tight to his flesh, her writhing taking on a new sense of urgency as she struggled against my grip.

“I’ve never felt like this…” she breathed, and I didn’t doubt it.

I’d never fucking felt like this either, so lost in the moment as another guy’s brimming balls mashed with mine. It was revolting, but fucking perfect. It was the most natural thing in the fucking world to tumble into the white abyss along with her, caring for nothing but the thrill as I shot my load fucking deep.

And I knew he was there right along with me, his breath as loud as mine amongst the thrust and slap of flesh on flesh.

She shuddered and wailed like a woman crying at sea, clinging on tight to him as her asshole swallowed my dirty gift and sucked for more.

I had nothing else to give her, my dick pulsing and spluttering as my thrusts stilled to nothing and his stilled under me.

And there we stayed. Breathing. Twitching.

Enjoying the flesh of the gorgeous woman between us as she whimpered out thanks in desperate, meaningless phrases.

I’d have stayed there forever, happily embedded in that moment of pure disconnected pleasure, but it was him that moved us, urging her off him and me along with her, only to pull free and head for the edge of the bed, dropping his legs over the side and digging for his clothes as Grace and I remained a tangled heap of heavy breathing.

“I’m getting some air,” he told us, without even glancing in our direction as he stepped back into his pants. “I’ll be wanting my bed to myself when I return.”

He didn’t wait for a response before he buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his jacket, barely fastening his shoes before heading for the door.

Grace waited in my arms before she spoke again, waited until he was well and truly gone before she flipped in my grip to stare up at me.

“What the hell was that?” she asked. “Why the hasty retreat?”

I didn’t have a fucking clue, and neither did I care.

But she did.

As always, my Grace was storming after the mystery, desperate to unravel the threads.

“I’m going after him,” she said.