It’s the morning after Madison came back from Cade’s, glowing like she’d been fucked by a goddamn king, wearing his shirt, her thighs sticky with what I know is his cum, telling me it was “just the usual” while her eyes screamed she was his. I’m a fucking wreck, my dick hard, my head spinning, my heart sinking like a stone in a shitty pond. I can’t take this bullshit anymore. We’re in the kitchen, her sipping coffee, me barely holding it together, my hands shaking on my mug. I blurt it out, my voice raw as fuck. “Madison, I’m done with this open relationship shit. I can’t keep experimenting, watching you run to Cade’s cock like I’m nothing. You’re slipping away, and it’s fucking killing me. I want us to stop, take a break, just be us for a while, no more of this fucked-up game.” My chest’s tight, my throat burning, expecting her to laugh or brush me off like I’m some pathetic fuck.
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She looks at me, her eyes going soft, not the cruel bitch who slapped me last week. “Babe, I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice gentle, like the old Madison I fell for hard. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear, I love you. I didn’t know it was this bad for you. Okay, we can stop this for a while, focus on us.” She reaches for my hand, her fingers warm, her eyes glistening, like she means it. I shake my head, my throat tight. “Not just for a while, Madison. I want to stop it forever. I can’t keep doing this.” My voice cracks, and I hate how weak I sound. She pauses for a minute, looking down, biting her lip. “Okay, babe,” she says finally, her voice quiet, almost sad. “I don’t want to hurt you. If you want to stop, we’ll stop.” I’m stunned, waiting for the catch, but she just squeezes my hand, her eyes teary, like she means it.
For the next two days, she’s true to her word. She doesn’t answer Cade’s texts—I see her phone light up with his name, but she swipes them away, ignoring him. We try to get back to us, like before this whole mess started. We hit up that taco truck she loves, the one with the greasy al pastor she’s obsessed with, and she laughs when I get sauce on my shirt, wiping it off with a napkin like she used to. We watch dumb shows on the couch, her curled up against me, her head on my chest, giving me those soft looks I fell for. We even fuck one night, me pounding her pussy, her tits bouncing, my cock sliding in and out of her wet heat, but her moans are weak, like she’s not all there, not like when she’s with Cade, screaming like his cock’s her fucking god. It stings, but I push it down, telling myself we’re fixing this. Still, I can tell she’s forcing it sometimes, her smiles not quite reaching her eyes, like she’s trying too hard to be the old Madison.
By the third day, she’s off, moody, barely talking, staring at her phone even though she’s not texting back. We’re on the couch, some shitty reality show droning in the background, and I can’t take it. “I know you’re missing him,” I say, my voice low, my stomach twisting. “I know you’re into this shit, but we need to get over it, move on, just be us.” She sighs, looking at me, her eyes tired but soft. “I’m trying, babe, I swear,” she says, her voice gentle. “But maybe we’re going too hard cutting it off. What if we just slow it down? Like, see Cade once a week, keep it chill? We can still be us.” Her tone’s soft, like she’s pleading, not pushing.
I shake my head, my throat tight. “That won’t work, Madison. I can’t keep watching you scream for his cock, acting like I’m fucking invisible. It’s killing me.” My voice cracks, and I hate how weak I sound. She pauses again, looking down, her fingers twisting in her lap. Then she meets my eyes, her voice even softer. “What if you didn’t just watch? What if you joined in? Like, a real threesome, you and Cade both fucking me. You’d be part of it, babe, not on the side. It’d be so hot, both of you with me.” She slides closer, her hand on my chest, her lips brushing my jaw, her voice low and warm. “I love you, and I want you to feel good too. I want you to fuck me, to be in it with me, to show me you’re mine too. Can we try it, just once, to see if it works for us?”
I swallow hard, picturing Cade’s smug face, his thick cock stealing her, but her touch, her voice—it’s different, like she’s begging to keep us both. My dick’s already twitching, my head a fucking mess. “You really think that’ll fix this shit?” I ask, my voice rough. She nods, her eyes big, her hand squeezing mine. “It’ll be us, together, with him. You’ll see I still want you, maybe even more. Please, babe, just try it for me.” I’m a fucking pushover, always have been. Her touch, her eyes—they get me every goddamn time. “Fine,” I mumble, my cock half-hard, hating myself but ready to fight for her, to prove I can fuck her just as good as him.
She grabs her phone, texting Cade back, saying she’s been busy, keeping it vague so he doesn’t know we’re trying to fix our shit. He replies quick, “You coming tonight?” She looks at me, her eyes searching, then texts, “Yeah, we both will.” That night, we’re at Cade’s mansion, and Madison’s buzzing, practically bouncing in this tiny red dress, her tits spilling out, no panties, her pussy already wet—I can tell by how she’s swaying her hips, her thighs rubbing together like she’s already turned on. Cade’s waiting, shirtless, jeans slung low, that smug fucking grin on his face like he knows he’s got her. “Good to see you,” he says, pouring whiskey like he’s some fucking playboy. I nod, my stomach in knots, but my cock’s hard, ready to compete, to show her I’m not just some cuck. I’m done being on the sidelines—I’m gonna fuck her so good she’ll remember I’m her man.
After a few drinks, the room’s warm, the whiskey burning in my chest, and Madison takes charge, her eyes gleaming with that wild excitement that makes my dick throb and my heart sink. She pulls Cade to her first, kissing him deep, her tongue in his mouth, her hands on his chest, her body pressed against him. Then she turns to me, kissing me hard, her lips soft, her tongue hungry, like she’s trying to prove she wants me too. Her kisses are desperate, like she’s torn between us, and it fucks with my head, but my cock’s rock hard. She pulls us to the couch, her hands on our crotches, rubbing through our jeans like she’s starving for it. She drops to her knees, yanking my jeans down, my cock springing free, hard and pulsing. She smirks, licking the tip, her tongue swirling, sucking me deep, her lips tight around my shaft. “Fuck, babe,” I groan, my hands in her hair, thrusting into her mouth, feeling her tongue flick against my head, her spit coating my cock. Then she turns to Cade, pulling his pants down, his cock out—thick, veiny, bigger than mine, leaking precum. She moans, loud, sucking him deep, her lips stretching wide, her head bobbing, spit dripping down her chin. “So fucking big,” she mumbles, then switches back to me, sucking my cock, her tongue sloppy, her eyes flicking between us like she’s daring us to compete. I’m not holding back—I’m fucking her mouth, my cock hitting her throat, my balls slapping her chin, determined to make her feel me, to outdo Cade’s smug ass.
She stands, peeling off her dress, her body bare, her pussy glistening, her tits bouncing with every move. She bends over the couch, her ass up, her pussy dripping wet, begging for it. She grabs my cock, pulling me to her face. “Fuck my mouth,” she says, her voice needy, and I’m on it, sliding my cock past her lips, her tongue swirling as she moans. Cade lines up behind her, thrusting his cock into her pussy, hard, and she screams around my dick, her body rocking forward. “Fuck, yes!” she gasps, pulling off me for a second, her pussy clenching his cock, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. I’m thrusting into her mouth, my cock slick with her spit, my hands gripping her hair, but I’m watching Cade’s cock slam into her, her juices dripping down his balls, and I’m not backing down. I’m fucking her mouth like I own it, my balls tight, my cock throbbing, trying to make her scream for me, to show her I’m just as good.
She climbs onto Cade in reverse cowgirl, her pussy sliding down his cock, her ass bouncing as she rides him hard, her tits swaying. She grabs my dick, pulling me close, her lips wrapping around me, sucking me deep, her tongue swirling. “Fuck, you’re both so good,” she moans, her pussy stretched wide, her juices dripping onto the couch. I’m thrusting into her mouth, my hands in her hair, matching her rhythm, refusing to let Cade win. Her moans are louder for him, but I’m not stopping, fucking her mouth like it’s my last chance to prove I’m her man. She pushes me onto the couch, climbing on top in cowgirl. “Fuck me, babe,” she says, her voice desperate, and I slide my cock into her pussy, wet and loose from Cade, but I’m not holding back. I thrust up, hard, my cock slamming into her, her tits bouncing in my face, my hands gripping her hips tight. “Fuck, babe, you feel me?” I growl, pounding her, trying to make her scream my name. Cade moves behind her, spitting on his cock, lining up with her ass. “Ready?” he asks, and she moans, “Fuck my ass, Cade.” He pushes in, slow, then harder, and she screams, her body shaking, her pussy and ass stuffed full. It’s her first double penetration, and she’s going fucking insane, her moans next level, high-pitched and wild, shaking the fucking room. “Fuck, yes, both of you!” she cries, her pussy clenching my cock, her ass tight around Cade’s.
I’m fucking her with everything I’ve got, my cock pounding her pussy, my balls slapping, trying to outfuck Cade, to make her scream my name. He’s brutal, slapping her face, her tits, growling, “Take it, you fucking slut.” She loves it, screaming, “Harder, Cade!” but her hands are on my shoulders, her nails digging in, and I’m slamming into her, my cock throbbing, my passion raw, fighting to prove I’m enough. Cade grabs her, lifting her off the couch. her arms around Cade’s neck and her thighs around his waist, I stand, sliding into her ass from behind, , her body hanging between us. My hands grip her hips, his hands on her thighs, and we’re both fucking her, her pussy and ass stretched wide, her screams peaking, louder than I’ve ever heard. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she cries, her body shaking, her pussy squirting, her juices dripping down his balls.
Cade licks her face, his tongue sloppy, and she moans, loving it, her eyes rolling back. “Cum for me,” he growls, and we pull out, setting her on the floor. She’s on her knees, jerking both our cocks, her hands fast, her mouth open. “Give it to me,” she begs, and I cum hard, my cock pulsing, thick ropes of cum shooting into her mouth, splashing her face, her lips coated. Cade’s cum mixes with mine, covering her chin, dripping onto her tits. She moans, licking it up, her eyes gleaming, like she’s in fucking heaven.
We get back to our place, and she’s still glowing, all smiles, her face flushed, her body trembling like she’s still feeling us. “That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had,” she says, curling up next to me, her voice soft but buzzing with excitement. “You and Cade, both fucking me like that? Shit, my pussy and ass are so fucking sore, and I’m still shaking.” She kisses me, deep, her lips tasting like us, then pulls back, her eyes searching mine. “Did you like it, babe?” I pause, my head still fucked, picturing her screaming for Cade, his slaps on her face, but I fucked her hard, fought for her, and she felt me. “Yeah,” I say, my voice rough, not sure how much I mean it. “It was… hot.” She smiles, kissing me again, and for the first time, I don’t feel like complete shit after Cade’s. I’m not saying I want this to keep going—my head’s still spinning, still torn between her moans for me and him—but I didn’t hate it. My dick’s hard thinking about it, her pussy and ass stuffed, her screams echoing in my head. I’m so fucking confused, but for once, I don’t regret going. I’m in too deep, and I don’t know what the fuck I want anymore.
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