The day after Rob got home, the air in the house felt different—charged, heavy with unspoken currents. Maria was still reeling from her hookup with Sam, her eyes bright and her movements loose, like she was floating on a high Rob couldn’t touch. She’d spent the morning lounging on the couch, phone in hand, fingers tapping away as she sexted Sam, little smiles tugging at her lips. Rob knew—she’d told him outright, “He’s texting me again,” with a casual shrug that didn’t hide her excitement. Rob’s stomach twisted, a sharp pang of jealousy cutting through him, but beneath it, his slender 6½-inch cock twitched. He was torn—pissed off, turned on, imagining a dozen scenarios where this could go.
Maria couldn’t stop talking about Sam when they were alone. “He was so good, Rob—rock hard, relentless,” she’d said over coffee, her voice soft but giddy. “I’ve never cum that much.” Rob nodded, forcing a smile, but the jealousy gnawed harder. He’d loved the night before—cleaning her up, tasting Sam’s cum, her taunts about how much better Sam fucked her—but now, in the daylight, it stung more than it thrilled. Still, a part of him buzzed with the idea of it happening again, maybe all three of them together. He pictured it: Sam pounding Maria while he watched, maybe even joining in, reclaiming her after. The thought got him half-hard, even as his chest tightened.
Sam, though, wasn’t into that. Maria let it slip later that afternoon, sitting cross-legged on the bed, phone glowing in her lap. “He doesn’t want to do it in front of you,” she said, glancing up with a mix of disappointment and hope. “Says it’s weird with another guy there.” Rob’s jaw clenched—Sam didn’t even know him, didn’t know how much he’d encouraged this, and now he was boxing Rob out. Maria’s eyes lingered on her screen, fingers typing, and Rob peeked over her shoulder. Sam’s latest text: “Come to my place instead—tomorrow night. Just you and me, round two.” Maria bit her lip, clearly tempted, and Rob’s heart raced, jealousy surging alongside a flicker of arousal.
She turned to him, hesitant but eager. “Rob, he wants me to go to his apartment,” she said, voice quiet at first, testing the waters. “What do you think?” Rob shifted, his mind a mess—images of her sneaking off, fucking Sam again, that rock-hard cock filling her while he sat home alone. It turned him on, no question, but the jealousy was louder this time, drowning out the thrill. “I don’t know, Maria,” he muttered, rubbing his neck. “Not sure I’m cool with that.” She frowned, setting her phone down, and then, in a move that floored him, she leaned in close, eyes pleading. “Please, Rob—let me go fuck him again. I need it.”
Her words hit like a punch—raw, desperate, and so damn hot. Rob’s cock stiffened instantly, the idea of her begging to fuck another guy searing through him. But the jealousy roared back, sharper now, picturing her gone all night, Sam claiming her without him even getting a glimpse. “No,” he said finally, voice firm but shaky. “I can’t—I’m not okay with it right now.” Maria’s face fell, disappointment flashing across it as she pulled back. “Okay,” she sighed, picking up her phone again, thumbs hovering like she wasn’t sure what to say to Sam next. Rob could tell she was bummed, maybe even plotting her next move.
The room went quiet, tension simmering. Rob’s mind wouldn’t stop—fantasies spinning out in every direction. Would Maria sneak off anyway, too hooked on Sam to resist? He imagined her slipping out, texting him after, “I couldn’t help it—he fucked me again,” and the thought made him jealous and hard all at once. Or maybe she’d work on Sam, convince him to come over and fuck her in front of Rob—let him watch that steel-hard cock take her while she teased him about it. He could see it: Sam relenting, Maria straddling him on their bed, Rob stroking himself as she moaned Sam’s name. Or maybe she’d drop it altogether, and this would fade into a hot memory they’d revisit with her dildo instead.
Rob wasn’t sure where it’d go. That night, lying beside her, he watched her sleep, phone still clutched in her hand, and his mind churned. Jealousy still burned—Sam had her in a way he hadn’t, and she wanted more—but the excitement lingered, whispering possibilities. Maria stirred, murmuring something he couldn’t catch, and he wondered if she was dreaming of Sam. Who knew what the future held? She might defy him, might sway Sam, or might let it simmer until Rob’s ready to say yes. For now, he was stuck in the middle—turned on, torn up, and fantasizing about every dirty outcome, waiting to see what she’d do next.
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