I sat on the couch with Mark, my boyfriend, and I could feel his hand shaking a little. We had talked about this for weeks, but now it was real. Jason was coming over. Mark said he wanted to see me with another man, but I knew he was nervous.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked him softly.
He nodded. “Just… don’t forget about me.”
I kissed his cheek and smiled. “I won’t.” But deep inside, I was wet already.
A few minutes later, there was a knock. Jason walked in, tall and muscular, with that smirk that always made me weak. Mark stood up to greet him, but Jason barely looked at him. His eyes went straight to me.
We sat for a bit, trying to talk, but the air was heavy. I knew what we were here for. Jason leaned closer to me, his hand brushing my thigh. I didn’t pull back. I looked at Mark — his jaw was tight, but he stayed still.
“Come here,” Jason said to me. His voice was low, firm.
I stood and let him kiss me, deep and rough. My body got hot instantly. His hands slid under my shirt, grabbing my tits like he owned me. I moaned into his mouth. I knew Mark saw it all.
Jason pushed me back onto the couch, right beside Mark. He pulled off my skirt, leaving me bare. I looked at my boyfriend as Jason spread my legs wide. Mark’s face was red, his hands tight on his knees.
Then Jason unzipped his jeans. When his thick dick came out, I gasped. It was so thick that I even got scared for sec.
“Take it” Jason ordered me
I nodded, lifting my hips. He pressed himself against my wet pussy and went in. The stretch was deep, filling me in ways Mark never had. I moaned loud, staring right into my boyfriend’s eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jason groaned as he thrust harder.
I gripped Jason’s arms, my body shaking with each push. But my eyes stayed on Mark. “You see this?” I panted. “You see how good he fucks me?”
Mark swallowed hard, his lips parting, but no sound came out. I could see the pain and need mix in his eyes. That made me even wetter.
Jason fucked me rough and steady. I cried out, my pussy clenching around his thick dick. “God, yes… keep going, don’t stop!”
Jason smirked and gave me more, his balls slapping against me. I reached for Mark’s hand, forcing him to touch my thigh as Jason pounded me. He flinched, but he didn’t pull away.
“Look at your girl,” Jason said to him. “She loves my dick.”
I gasped, my body breaking under the wave of pleasure. “He’s right, baby,” I whispered to Mark. “He makes me feel so full… so used…”
My orgasm hit fast, hard, rolling through me as Jason grunted and shot his load deep inside me. I moaned, trembling, while keeping my eyes locked on Mark.
When Jason pulled out, I was dripping, ruined, and smiling. I kissed my boyfriend’s cheek again, gentle this time.
“I’m still yours,” I whispered, “but you’ll never fuck me like that.”
Mark’s eyes burned with shame and hunger. He stayed quiet. I leaned back, satisfied, knowing he would never forget what he saw.
