Menace

The trio returned, greeted by Tom exploding into his neighbor's wife as she was bent over his shitty couch. At the sound of his name, Tom turned with a smug grin.

"Oh. Hey guys. Alice, can you close the door?"

He pulled out of Ellen, letting his cum pool on the floor beneath her. Alice pulled the door shut behind her, never looking away from Tom.

Tom left the dripping pair on the couch behind him. The three holding their groceries froze, each with a different expression: Sam quaking with rage, Molly eyes wide with concern, Alice staring in amazement. Tom stepped casually toward the trio, his cock still dripping as he crossed the floor. He stopped less than an arm's length from Sam.

"How was the store?"

"What the hell, Tom!"

"Ellen? Baby, are you okay?!" The bags of groceries spilled from her arms as Molly rushed over to the couch.

Still flopped over the couch, the exhausted bimbo lifted one shaking hand in a weak thumbs-up. Jen had stretched out beneath her on the cushions, her coated insides telling her she had accomplished her purpose.

Tom spoke through an enormous smile, "Listen, Jen and I, well, we've been feeling something between us for a while, and well, Ellen heard us and wandered over here to join in. Molly, I bet she's been a real handful since the changes began?"

Molly scowled at him before going back to tending to her post coital wife.

"Ellen, Jen and I, honestly it's been hell, you get that, right? I haven't been able to think straight in days."

Sam's nostrils flared, and he caught a whiff of Tom. He took a step forward, his thin frame dwarfed by Tom’s unearned muscle.

"You just fucked one of your best friends and a married woman into a coma, Tom!"

"I mean… she looks like she enjoyed it." Alice piped up, eyes glued to Tom's exposed massive cock. A sting of cum still oozed from the tip.

Her face had brightened to the color of a tomato. She turned so that Sam couldn't see her face, bringing her groceries to the kitchen in a rushed shame.

"It doesn't- it doesn't matter if she enjoyed it.” Sam shook and pointed at the massive sex organ with indignation and another emotion he couldn’t quite name. “Can you put that damn thing away?"

"You know what Sam? No. I think you're just jealous. You got to be the big stud in college and now you're soft and girly and you can't stand that I'm the stud now." Tom jabbed Sam in the chest with one finger. His voice dropped low with menace as he looked Sam in the eyes. "So, how 'bout I help you appreciate your new place?"