At twenty-four, Heather had been on her best behavior for some time, but I sensed the calm was only temporary. Once she began mentioning James from work, the signs were unmistakable. Heather never concealed her attraction to older men; it was part of her allure.
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I suggested she invite James over, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. That evening, she descended the stairs wearing a tank top without a bra and tiny, revealing jean shorts. I said nothing, letting the moment unfold.
James arrived, and we gathered on the deck for drinks. Heather’s flirtations were unrestrained, her attention fully on him. I found a strange thrill in the humility of the situation and was eager to deepen the experience.
Excusing myself to fetch James’s drink order, I seized the opportunity to strip completely. Naked, I returned to the deck, carrying his drink, my small erection exposed and unapologetic.
She gasped, “What are you doing? You’re embarrassing me.”
James chuckled, the amusement clear in his eyes. “Now everything makes sense.” His hand brushed my cock, teasing softly. “Cute.”
Heather scoffed, “Cute? It’s pathetic.”
Leaning closer, James asked, “You know I fuck your wife every day in my office, right? When did you find out?” His fingers continued their playful exploration.
I replied with a grin, “I could taste your cum on her breath.”
Heather shuddered, “Eww, Daniel. Stop.”
“You liked it, though, didn’t you?” I pressed.
I nodded in confirmation.
Suddenly standing, James unbuckled his pants and pulled out his thick, girthy cock. Grasping Heather by the ankles, he drew her to the edge of her seat, yanking off her shorts. With a powerful thrust, he filled her, and she moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, it’s so big. You make me feel like a real woman—something you never could,” she said, casting an accusing glance my way.
I watched entranced as James’s muscular frame worked in rhythm, the scene stirring something primal in me. Unable to resist, I moved behind him and pressed my tongue against his ass.
“Looks like your husband’s good for something,” James said, pulling my head closer. “Get that tongue deep.”
His taste was raw, intensely masculine, and I craved more.
Then, with a shift of control, he brought me to my knees before Heather’s glistening cunt and ordered me to lick. Since cunnilingus was my usual role, I pleased her expertly.
James’s hands explored my ass, applying lube, teasing with his tongue, and spitting between my cheeks before sliding his cock inside me. In that moment, I understood completely why Heather desired him daily.
My cock hung limp as he fucked me hard, the sensation overwhelming. Heather’s wetness dripped onto me, and I leaked pre-cum onto the deck.
Heather climaxed on my face while James reached his peak deep inside me.
“Your husband’s got a tighter pussy than you,” James teased.
“Not anymore,” Heather said, straddling his lap and stroking his slick cock. “What are you staring at, bitch? Go get us more drinks.”
When I finally stood, unsteady on my feet, I made my way back inside to fetch another round for us all, already anticipating the pleasures yet to come.