“He told you that?” Jackson nodded.
“We got drunk together one night and it came out,” he explained. “Frankly, I was relieved to hear you can get your satisfaction elsewhere, because I highly doubt Adam can get the job done.”
“Why are you bringing this up?” I asked, annoyed now. “It’s none of your business.”
“Well, it became my business,” Jackson said, “when I decided I wanted to fuck you.” I laughed.
“You decided?”
“I’ve been attracted to you for quite some time, Bree,” Jackson said, putting down his wine glass. “And then to find out you had a free pass? I’d never been happier. We could finally fuck, and we wouldn’t even have to feel guilty about it. Everybody wins.” Before I could even process what he was saying, Jackson started undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” I said. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but Adam and I have some rules about this. And his friends are off limits.” Not to mention, so was doing it in the house.
“He’s not going to be home for a while,” Jackson pointed out. His shirt was completely unbuttoned now. “You’re allowed to fuck other men. It’s not like you’d be cheating on him. So what if you break that one little rule.” I opened my mouth to reply, but Jackson had discarded his shirt, and I was too busy staring at his toned chest and rock-hard abs to speak. He was beautifully built. Tan. Just the right amount of chest hair. I briefly wondered how it would feel to be naked, trapped underneath that body.
Damn it, I wanted him. It’d been a while since my last conquest, too.
“Looks like you like what you see,” Jackson said with a smile. “Come sit on the couch and I’ll show you the rest.” I wanted to see his dick so badly. Technically, looking at Adam’s naked friend wasn’t against the rules. I slowly walked back to the couch and sat down. Jackson grinned at me as he undid his belt. Soon enough, his pants were on the ground and he was completely naked. I was face to face with his dick, and I had to keep myself from drooling.
Jackson was huge. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’d ever seen or anything, but he was significantly longer and thicker than Adam. The thought of him filling up my pussy with that sent shivers down my spine. I don’t know what came over me, but I just reached out and touched it. I couldn’t help myself.
“Wow,” I whispered as I held him in my hand. He felt so warm and thick that I wanted to feel more of him – my hand just automatically started moving up and down his shaft.
“That’s it, Bree,” Jackson murmured as I stroked him. “You’re already getting me so hard.” It was true. He was growing by the second beneath my touch.
“Adam can’t ever know,” I said, looking up at him.
“Well, it’s a little late for that, hon.” I froze, my hand still wrapped around Jackson’s dick, as I heard my husband’s voice. Jackson and I both turned to see Adam, briefcase in hand, standing in the kitchen.
Shit!!
“Adam!” I dropped Jackson’s dick and jumped to my feet, my face burning up and my heart racing as I realized I’d been caught. It was all over. My beautiful life was gone in the blink of an eye, all because I just had to touch that perfect dick.