“Adam, honey, I know this looks bad,” I said, rushing to him. “But nothing happened! We just…”
“Nothing happened because I walked in,” Adam said, his face unreadable. “If I hadn’t, you would’ve fucked him.” I couldn’t deny it. Ashamed, I looked down to the floor.
“I’m so sorry, Adam,” I said. “It was a weak moment, that’s all…” At this point, I found it odd that Jackson wasn’t attempting to apologize or get dressed. He was still standing in our living room, naked and erect.
“I’ll do anything to make this right,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t leave me for this!” Adam walked closer to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
“You’ll do anything?” He asked. I nodded vigorously.
“Okay,” Adam said. “Jackson’s going to fuck you after all. And I’m going to watch.” I took a step back.
“What?” This didn’t make any sense. He’d be breaking his own rule, and Adam had never expressed interest in watching me with other men before.
“Jackson’s been upset over his breakup with Carly,” Adam explained. He started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. “We had a little too much to drink, and Jackson told me that he’d always wanted you. That’s when I told him about our little arrangement, and how I’d be willing to share you under the condition that I could control it.” Stunned, I blinked at my husband. I turned around to look at Jackson, whose smiling face confirmed the whole thing.
“Why not just tell me this?” I asked Adam, still confused. “Why this whole elaborate set-up?” Adam put his hand gently against my cheek.
“Honey, I had to make sure you actually wanted him. I wasn’t about to pressure my wife into sex with a man she didn’t desire.” He paused. “You do want to fuck him, right?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Good.” Adam leaned in and kissed me. “Now go in there and suck his cock.” I was still feeling shocked by the entire situation, but the second I saw Jackson’s dick again, the desire I felt earlier had returned. I sat back down on the couch, and with my husband’s blessing, I took Jackson’s cock in my mouth.
“Ohhhhh yeah,” he grunted as my lips wrapped around him. I bobbed up and down slowly, getting used to his size. I took a minute to lick the underside of his shaft and swirl my tongue around the tip before diving back in, a little deeper this time.
“She’s always been so good at head,” Adam said. He took a seat next to me on the couch, and I heard the clinking of his belt as he undid his pants. In my peripheral vision I saw him pull out his dick. I stopped for a minute.
“Do you want me to suck you, too?” I asked Adam.
“No, honey, I’m fine with watching,” he said. “Now deep-throat him.” I turned my attention back to Jackson’s dick, took a deep breath, and took him down my throat.
“ULLLKKKK,” I gagged as his massive member entered my throat. Jackson thrust his hips forward suddenly, forcing the rest of his cock down. I heard Adam moan and start stroking himself.
“Take control now, Jackson,” Adam directed. “Fuck her throat.” Jackson propped one leg up on the cushion before pushing my head back against the couch. I was trapped there, between the couch and his hips, as he furiously thrusted.