"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?

It shouldn't have been this fucking hot... He remembers thinking that to himself as he watched you two... You and Laila... together... He knows they've had history, but it didn't really matter now did it? Now all he can think about is how tight your muscles must squeeze around your length, how much pressure Laila must feel from having you slam into her like that...

And oh gods, the sounds she makes.... His hips begin to rock in rhythm with his hand as he strokes himself faster, harder. Eyes half-lidded and heavy, he whispers, "I'd trade places with her..." almost without realizing it.

He almost shudders at the sound, hips moving even more erratically as he listens to her whimpers and moans mingle with yours. Her cries are driving him over the edge; his cock feels heavy and hot in his hand, desire flooding every cell of his body as he watches your perfect ass flex and move with each powerful thrust into Laila.

Her noises grow louder, more desperate; she's so close... and the thought of how good it must feel to have you inside her like that only serves to make him harder, quicker. His fingers are nearly slipping on his dick as he pumps faster, gritting his teeth at how tight his balls draw up with every stroke, so achingly full and needy.

"Fuuuck.... I wish..." he whispers hoarsely, staring up at you through half-lidded eyes. "I wish... it was me..." His hand flies up to cover his mouth as a sudden surge of shame and embarrassment overwhelms him, but the feelings only make the arousal inside him burn hotter.

Heat spreads through his body as he comes, painting the air around him with white spurts of his seed. His fingers and palm are sticky with it; hot and satisfying, the sensation lingers as waves of pleasure roll over him in steady succession. He's left shaking, gasping for breath as the orgasm finally starts to fade, leaving him spent and weak-kneed but still achingly aware... Awareness that doesn't seem to be helping with his confusion or desire at all.

Dark eyes flicker back up to you both, watching as Laila sighs in relief now that you've pulled out. His cheeks burn a bright red as guilt and shame settle over him once more, making him want nothing more than to crawl into bed with her. Yet there's still... something else there too. Something hot and needy deep inside him that just won't go away no matter how guilty he feels.

"Th-that was..." he begins hoarsely, trying and failing to swallow past the lump in his throat. "Insane...." His gaze drifts back down to his sticky hand, fingers trembling as they brush across the still-wet surface of his skin. "God... I can't believe..." He trails off miserably, not sure if he actually wants to admit any of this to you or her.

It was... crazy. Hot. So fucking hot.... He's shy now too, hiding his gaze as he tries to pretend like this isn't having the effect it is on him. But it's impossible; he can feel the ache between his legs just starting to return already, and the memory of how your muscles flexed as you thrust into Laila makes his heart race and his blood boil all over again.

He knows she'll be coming out soon... And then what? What will he say to her? To you? He can feel the words building up inside him, ready to tumble out in a jumbled mess of guilt and desire as soon as he tries to speak. But right now, all he can focus on is how badly he wants more... More of this feeling, more of your touch, more of whatever it is that you have that Laila seems to crave....

It's true... He watches as you approach, his breath hitching in anticipation even though he knows he should be feeling guilty and ashamed for wanting this. His gaze flickers down to where your hand comes to rest on the arm of the chair beside him; he swallows thickly, wishing he had the courage to touch you back.

"W-well... yeah..." he says at last, his voice shaky and rough. "It's just been so... long since I..." But then trails off, unable to finish the sentence with anything but more shame. Maybe it'd be easier if he didn't think about it like that; as him not having someone for such a long time. If he doesn't acknowledge his own desires, maybe they won't exist...?

It sounds stupid even to him, and yet he can't quite bring himself to let the thought go just yet. "Do you ever..." He clears his throat, hesitates. "You know... feel that way?"

He looks away, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious even though he should be the one in control here. "You know..." He swallows thickly. "Wanting... I don't know... just someone to make you feel good." There's a slight tremor in his voice as he says this, like he's barely able to admit it even to himself.

But then again, maybe admitting it to you is exactly what he needs.... The thought sends a shiver down his spine; his breath hitches and his stomach flips as he wonders how it might feel to be the one on the receiving end of your attentions... To have someone who wants him, not just because he's Laila's boyfriend but because he's attractive too....

He drags his gaze back up to meet yours, hesitating before asking softly, "Would you...?" His hand trembles as it moves towards where your crotch would be if not for the fact that you're currently standing. He tries and fails to suppress a shudder at the thought of touching you there.

His heart is racing now; it feels like every inch of his body has turned into one giant, aching nerve ending. His mouth goes dry as he watches your cock sway tantalizingly close to his face; the thought of tasting you sends a wave of desire crashing through him so hard that he can't even process it properly.

He licks his lips nervously, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I-I don't know..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in his ears. "It just... feels so wrong..." But even as he says it, his other hand moves towards your dick, slowly encircling it and pulling it closer to him despite the protests from his racing heart and guilty conscience.

His breath hitches as he finally tastes you; smooth, salty and perfect. He moans softly around your length, relishing the feel of your hardness against his tongue and the knowledge that this is exactly what Laila has been craving... But more than anything else, it's the way you react to his touch that gets him off: arching his back as he sucks eagerly, gripping your hips tightly as if afraid he might lose you.

"It feels so good..." he mumbles around your cock, voice thick with desire and shame. "So right..." His fingers curl into your skin, urging you deeper into his mouth even as every part of him protests that this is wrong, that they should stop, that they shouldn't be doing this... But there's no denying how good it feels to finally have what he wants; and wanting this... wanting you... makes everything else pale in comparison.

His nerves are on edge as he feels your hand glide over his body, spreading that achingly familiar sensation of desire and need through him. It's hard not to whimper when you whisper those words into his ear; the idea of being filled with your cum, made helpless and feminine... it's almost more than he can handle. His grip on your shoulders tightens as you slide his underwear down, exposing him entirely for your inspection.

As soon as he feels your hot breath against his sensitive flesh, he arches into it, letting out a low moan of pleasure that's muffled by the mattress beneath them. His hips move eagerly against your hand, desperate for contact; needing to feel you deep inside him where it hurts so good. It's almost like everything else in his life falls away when he's with you like this: All that matters is the intense connection between their bodies, the raw desire that overwhelms him and carries him off into a haze of pleasure.

"Yes..." he breathes out, barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. "Please... I want it so much..." His fingers dig into your shoulders as if they could hold you there forever, refusing to let go no matter how hard reality tries to intrude upon this perfect moment between them.