"Fuck.."
His hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, matching the rhythm to your thrusts. You were Laila's—David's girlfriend's—longtime friend, trusted implicitly by her. David himself was in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, he’d never expected to discover such a kink for watching his girl get fucked by someone else; but here he was, moaning through gritted teeth while jerking off.
"Will you be my partner in a cuckolding session?" Laila had asked you one day out of the blue.
The question was absurdly unexpected, yet here everyone was: You pounding into Laila with an intensity that left her arching and moaning; hair disheveled as cries echoed off the walls. And there sat David - sidelined yet far from uninvolved - grunting through clenched teeth as he stroked himself in time with your movements.
David struggled to pinpoint what exactly about this scene got him so riled up. Was it hearing his girlfriend moan and utter those throaty sounds, or witnessing each lewd slap when your hips met her ass? Perhaps seeing how perfectly you filled her up.. or feeling envious at how securely you held onto her waist while driving yourself deep inside?
Or maybe... maybe it wasn't just about watching anymore... What if he wanted to swap places with Laila? To feel what she's experiencing.. all at your mercy..
Wait.. what?
Dylan tried his best, he was a modest enough guy, but adventurous. Fucking your best friend is... He didn't know, yes, she was attractive, but he had never had romantic feelings for her. Besides, she was dating you! but your couple invited him to this puppeteering session, which Dylan agreed to. so, Laila decided to take a break, Dylan came out of her and let her go, the girl got out of bed pleased with herself, and kissed her boyfriend on the lips, in front of Dylan. it really turned her on, it was her idea to diversify your relationship in this way, and she was happy. so, she went to the kitchen to drink water, completely naked walking around the apartment, at that time Dylan, also completely naked, was sitting on the bed with you. he wasn't a magazine hunk or a jock, he was ordinary, had a slight build and wore glasses, which by the way he was looking for now, fumbling with his palms on the bed.
Dylan's gaze shifted unconsciously towards the kitchen door every time Laila came into view; his eyes widening slightly each time she passed by naked and barely seeming to register him at all. There was a possessiveness about it that hit David right in the chest, making his own jealousy flare up hotter than ever.
Maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised after all. Laila was gorgeous and obviously enjoyed being desired by other men. But watching her strut around the apartment, clearly feeling confident and wanted... it made something inside him ache. And then there was the way Dylan kept glancing back at him from the corner of his eye, like he could sense David's attention.
David shifted uncomfortably on the bed, finally unable to hold himself back any longer. "Um..." He cleared his throat awkwardly,
Dylan finally found his glasses and put them back on, now he could see better. he spoke only after you, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Huh?"
You glance at him sidelong before looking away again, cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh... nothing. It's just... we never talked about how this was going to go down between us." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "I mean, I know it's supposed to make things better with Laila and all that but..."
He pauses, pursing his lips before continuing more softly. "But what if... maybe I want more out of this? I don't know." He meets your eyes again, hopeful yet uncertain. "Do you ever feel like that?"
Dylan's eyebrows furrow in confusion as he contemplates the question.
Dylan sat back against the wall. "what do you mean?" he asked, mechanically running his fingers over the sheet, obviously he was also a little nervous about this situation.
You hesitate again, shifting uncomfortably beneath the covers before finally speaking. "Well... I don't know, it just seems like we might be a good fit sometimes. When you're with her." You swallow thickly, trying not to imagine how Dylan felt inside Laila any longer. "And when she sees that... maybe we could..."
Your voice trails off into silence as you watch him carefully for his reaction. His expression has shifted now from confusion to something else entirely - something hotter, more intense. "I dunno," you mutter, cheeks burning crimson. "It's just a thought."
You're talking in riddles and it's a little hard for him to understand. "you're like.. Do you want to participate? is it complete?" Dylan asked, leaning forward a little, since you were silent. "David?" He called you to answer.
With a small sigh, you nod and shake your head at the same time, gesturing helplessly to indicate that it's complicated. "I don't know. Maybe? Sometimes?" You bite your lip, still unable to bring yourself to voice the full extent of your desires out loud. It feels too dirty, too selfish - especially when you think about how Laila has trusted Dylan enough to let him fuck her like that. "I just... God, this is such a mess."
You roll over onto your side, pulling the sheets up over your shoulders as if it could somehow make you smaller, more insignificant in this situation. But even under the blankets, Dylan's nearness feels oppressive; intense and charged with something that makes it impossible for you to ignore him anymore.
"David... hey." He reaches out to you when you turn away and cover yourself with a blanket. Dylan's hand rests on your side and runs along your waist, and at this time Laila returns, ready to continue and finds you like this. "Hey, David wants to participate too, how are you?" He turns to Laila, his hand still on David's waist.
Laila's lips curve into a soft smile at Dylan's words as she walks over to the bed, her gaze fixed on your flushed cheeks and the way you tense up beneath his touch. She pauses for a moment before climbing onto the bed, sitting beside you with one knee drawn up against your hip. The contact feels warm and intimate, and you can't help but notice how it only seems to make things worse.
"Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word as she contemplates the situation. "I don't see why not. As long as we're all comfortable with it." Her eyes flicker between the two of you before returning to meet yours again. "But only if that's what you really want."
There's an undertone of vulnerability in her words that strikes you like a punch to the gut; a whispered request
"well... Shall we continue then?" you sit down in comfortable positions, arranging the three of you on the bed. all three are naked and ready to experiment. Laila lowered her head between David's legs and began to suck him off, while Dylan sat shoulder to shoulder with you and masturbated with his fingers between Laila's legs. your views sometimes crossed.
As Laila's warm lips and clever tongue work magic on your cock, your head falls back against the pillow with a groan; tendrils of pleasure chase up and down your spine as she begins to suck harder, faster. Her hands grip your hips possessively, her nails scratching lightly in circles around your hipbones. You glance over at Dylan, whose fingers slide easily between Laila's wet folds; watching him touch her only adds to the ache building low in your belly.
The tension within you coils tighter and tighter with each passing second, until finally - with a hoarse cry that seems to echo throughout the room - you explode between Laila's lips, spurting hot cum across her chin and onto her breasts. Your muscles quiver and clench as you struggle for breath, your eyes squeez
Dylan reaches out to you and bends down, waiting for you to accept his lips or not. You immediately cling to them when you come. you came in Lila's mouth, kissing Dylan, his fingers touched your cheekbone, and then Lila swallowed everything, taking the kiss away from Dylan and digging her lips into David's lips. at this time, Dylan was adjusting his glasses, giving you time.
When Laila finally releases your lips with a satisfied moan, you turn to meet Dylan's gaze and find him watching you intently through his glasses. The contact feels oddly intimate despite the fact that they haven't actually kissed properly; something hot and heavy passes between them as their eyes lock.
Boldly - daringly - you lean forward, pressing your lips against Dylan's before he has a chance to think too much about it. Your tongue slides out to caress his lower lip, seeking entrance, and when he parts his lips to let you in, you duck inside, tangling your tongue with his as the kiss deepens.
It feels so good, so right somehow; as if you've been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time. Your hands skim up Dylan's back and into his hair, pulling him closer still as you explore each other'
Dylan was surprised by what you did, but he gives in to you, his lips open and your tongues intertwine. his back arches under your hand, and when you run your fingers to his lower back, he moans into your lips, pressing his body even harder against yours. Laila, mesmerized by the moment, watched her boyfriend and her friend kiss, her hand went between her legs, and she softly caressed herself, looking at both of you.
Your tongue dances with Dylan's as your hands explore the skin of his back; it feels so right to be this close to him, to taste and touch and feel every inch of him. It's as if there's a connection between you that goes deeper than words or actions could ever express. The sounds he makes when you kiss him only serve to fuel your desire, driving you further into the moment and making it impossible for you to think about anything except this, right here and now.
The touch of Laila's hand on your thigh is like a spark to dry kindling; her gentle caresses sending shockwaves of need through your entire body. You lean back slightly, breaking the kiss with Dylan for a moment so you can look at both of them: Laila watching with a mix of curiosity and envy as her fingers continue their slow rhythm against her sensitive flesh...and Dylan, his eyes
Laila presses her cheek against David's shoulder, and Dylan, panting, adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose and bends his face between David's legs. he looks up at you, but you don't push him away, then he stroked your cock and took it in his mouth, starting to suck.
You moan, arching your back off the bed as Dylan's hot mouth engulfs you. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your cock is unbelievable; perfect. Laila's touch only serves to heighten the sensation, her fingers dancing lightly over your skin like gossamer wings. You thread your hands through Dylan's hair, urging him deeper as he sucks and licks you with growing expertise.
The tension inside you begins to build once again, coiling tighter and hotter with every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingers. You can feel yourself getting close; the pressure mounting behind your eyes and in your balls. With a desperate, gasping moan, you explode into Dylan's mouth, spurting hot cum down his throat as he sucks greedily, milking every last drop from you
Dylan tried and sucked so that you would feel good. You ran your fingers through his hair and Dylan wrapped the fingers of his hand around your wrist. He took you deep when you came and swallowed everything that came out of you. When you finished, he raised his head and straightened up, clearing his throat slightly and wiping his misted glasses.
As Dylan pulls back, you're left gasping and spent beneath the onslaught of sensations that has just passed through your body. Your vision swims as you blink up at him; there's something different in his eyes now - a connection that goes beyond the physical act of pleasure-sharing. It sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you feeling oddly exposed and yet incredibly fulfilled all at once.
With trembling fingers, you reach out to touch his cheek; his skin is soft beneath your palm. "That... was amazing," you manage to whisper hoarsely. "Thank you."
Dylan smiles awkwardly at you after your words and nods. Then Laila gets between you and lies on top of David, face to face. her hole is looking for your cock and sits on it, starting to move and moan. and Dylan also does not lag behind and takes a pose behind Lila, he looms over both of you, and his hands were on either side of David's head, he entered her pussy after you. while your cocks rubbed against each other inside her pussy, Dylan tensed and bit his lip, looking down at both of you.
As Laila lowers herself onto your cock with a moan of pleasure, the sensation is almost enough to send you over the edge again. She feels so good wrapped around you; tight and wet, her hips rolling back and forth against yours in rhythm with Dylan's thrusts behind her. Your eyes meet his as he looks down at the both of you, his expression a mix of surprise and hunger.
You reach up to brush your fingers across his cheek, marveling at how easily he fits into this new dynamic between them. It feels right somehow; natural in a way that defies logic or reason. And as Laila continues to ride you both, relentless and demanding with each thrust, you can't help but wonder if maybe there's more here than just sex - if maybe there's a chance for something... different.
Dylan met your eyes and smiled at you, and then you ran your fingers over his cheek, and he rubbed himself against your fingers, looking seductively at you from under his glasses. You were both silent, but you seemed to communicate without words, as if you had a great connection. Laila enjoyed both of you, and you felt each other's cocks moving together inside her pussy. Dylan gathered Lila's hair and squeezed it in his hand so that it wouldn't get in her way, and then leaned over and bit your earlobe, breathing hoarsely during the movements.
As Dylan bites down on your earlobe, heat pools in the base of your skull, spreading up through your body like wildfire. Your hands clench into fists against the sheets as you thrust harder against Laila's tight channel; her nails scrape harmlessly across your back with every movement.
Your eyes never leave Dylan's; even as he leans over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, growling out words of encouragement and lust that send shivers down your spine. The feeling of him against you - inside you - is indescribable: hot and tight and impossibly right.
You want this; you need this...but something else is there too - a thread of something more. Something deep, and quiet, and unexpectedly sweet. You reach up to touch Dylan's cheek once more
Dylan lets go of your earlobe and smiles again, he kisses your palm, caressing it with his cheek. He's whispering. "Do you want me to enter you?" he asks David, and Laila gasps in surprise, and then giggles approvingly in groans, also looking at David.
You nod, your cheeks flushing as you meet Dylan's gaze. The idea of having him inside you...it's enough to make you feel dizzy with desire. "Y-yes," you stammer out, your voice hoarse from the pleasure already wracking through you. "I want that."
As Laila continues to ride you both, her hips sliding up and down on your cocks in a rhythm all her own, you reach out to Dylan once more; this time wrapping your fingers around his wrist and pulling him closer until their skin touches. His breath catches as he feels the contact, and you can almost feel the heat emanating from his body through their shared touch.
Dylan comes out of Lila, slapping her ass, and he screams and laughs with a groan. he smiles and then lubricates David with the natural juices of himself and Lila. he slowly enters you, watching your face, and then just as slowly enters completely and looms over you again while Laila jumped on David's cock.
You bite your lip as Dylan eases inside you; it feels so good, so tight and full. His hips press forward, forcing him deeper still; your body is wracked with a shuddering groan as he bottoms out against your prostate. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you feel something unfurling inside you - an opening of trust and desire that leaves you completely exposed and yet exhilaratingly alive.
As Laila rides your cock beneath them both, her soft moans urging you onward, you reach up to cup Dylan's cheek once more; this time, the gesture feels less tentative, more possessive as your thumb strokes over his bottom lip. "Fuck me," you pant, arching your back off the bed and giving him access to every inch of you.
Dylan runs his palm over the crook of your back and licks your thumb on his lower lip, and then sucks it, closing his eyelids. "whatever you say, David." he penetrates completely and accelerates, each time entering you to the end and at the same time biting your finger, Laila is delighted with what is happening and starts riding David's cock even faster. Those two were driving you crazy.
Dark need coils tight in your gut as Dylan's powerful thrusts echo through you, his harsh words and sharp bite serving only to fan the flames of desire already burning out of control. The feel of him moving inside you - possessing you completely - is like nothing else; hot and wild and utterly consuming. As Laila rides your cock in perfect sync beneath them, her moans and gasps filling the air like a sweet, sultry song, your body arches higher, straining toward release as pleasure washes over you in fiery waves.
With Dylan's name on your lips and his presence pressed deep inside you, everything feels so right; so real. It's as if the two of you were meant to be together like this - bound by desire and lust and something deeper still that no amount of words could ever hope to express. Your nails dig into Dylan
you come to enjoy it all together. Dylan bites Lila's shoulder and she shivers with orgasm as David cums inside her. Meanwhile, Dylan cums inside David. you are all sweating and stained with each other's sperm and juices, falling onto the bed to catch your breath.
Dylan's name echoes through the haze of pleasure as you both collapse on the bed, panting and sweaty. The heat between them seems to course through you still, leaving your body trembling with need long after release. You look up at him from where he rests his head against the pillow, wondering if maybe this is it; if somehow you've finally found something real in all of this mess.
His gaze meets yours, holding for a moment before drifting away; there's an unspoken understanding there that leaves you reeling, and yet oddly at peace. As your heartbeat slowly returns to normal and the afterglow of sex fades from your skin, you realize that maybe - just maybe - Dylan might not be the only one in denial anymore.
you have a long and strange clash of views, but Lila breaks it by kissing you both in turn, she was happy that you all did it together, your girlfriend thanked you that you allowed her to invite her friend Dylan.
You smile at Laila, nuzzling her cheek in return before glancing over at Dylan once more. There's a newfound softness in your gaze as you take in his features; the way he looks so content and satisfied now. You wonder if maybe this... whatever it is between the three of you, could actually work somehow. It's crazy to even think about it, but the idea refuses to go away.
As Laila continues to kiss you and Dylan both, her touch feels different; more tender now that she knows how deep the connection between them runs. You close your eyes, savoring the feel of her lips on yours, the scent of their bodies mingling with sweat and sex all around you. For a brief moment, it almost seems possible - like this could actually become something real...something beautiful.
Dylan hugs you and Lila, resting his head on David's shoulder. it was going to bed, all three of you were exhausted, but it was pleasant and in a new way, all three had such an unusual experience with a threesome for the first time.
Cuddled up together beneath the covers, your heartrate slowly begins to return to normal. The warmth of Dylan's body pressed against yours feels nice; almost... comfortable in a way you can't quite explain. You idly run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it is, and how good he smells.
Despite the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids, sleep doesn't come easily tonight; there's too much to process, too many emotions swirling around inside you. You wonder what tomorrow will bring; if anything you can build on this strange new foundation they've discovered together. But for now, it's enough just to be close; to feel the quiet contentment of simply being together.
The next morning, Dylan got out of the shower, wiping his glasses. he came out without a towel, completely naked, and went to your kitchen, Laila was standing there, also after a shower and also completely naked, while she was drinking morning tea. "Good morning." He chuckled, adjusting his glasses.
Your eyes widen as Dylan and Laila enter the room, both completely naked. A flush creeps up your neck, but it quickly turns to arousal as you take in their bodies; so perfectly clean and unashamedly exposed. There's an energy between them that seems different from last night; almost electric.
As if sensing your gaze on him, Dylan looks over at you with a playful grin, nibbling on his bottom lip. "Morning, sunshine," he says with a wink, making his way toward the coffee pot to pour himself a cup. The view of his ass as he moves is almost too much; your cock begins to stir beneath the covers.
"David, would you like some coffee?" Lila asks when Dylan was making coffee for himself and also looked back at you. Laila pinched her nipples with a casual gesture, sipping tea and admiring Dylan's nakedness, and then David came into the kitchen, also naked after yesterday.
Taking a deep breath to steady your racing pulse, you nod slowly as your gaze drifts between the two of them. "Yeah, sure," you manage to say hoarsely. The image of Laila pinching her nipples while watching Dylan is seared into your brain; the sight making your cock twitch visibly beneath its shroud of sheets and covers. As if sensing your arousal, she smirks at you over the rim of her mug before taking another sip of tea, licking her lips as she does so.
The air in the kitchen feels electric; charged with desire and something more - a newfound sense of connection that you can't quite place. As you accept your coffee from Laila, your fingers brush against hers; it's an almost unintentional touch, but when their skin meets it sends a shiver through both of them. For a