You come

Chris wasn’t wrong. You knew you were supposed to hold back. You knew that it was an unmanly thing to do, to come on yourself watching your girlfriend blow another dude. But you were hot, you were jacking it hard, you were thrilled at the scene, and suddenly you couldn’t stop and there was relief and ecstasy and shame washing over you, and semen spilling out over your hand and your sweatpants as Chris, cock deep in Jess’ throat, sneered down at you.

“Yeah,” he panted, “babe John’s just jizzed himself.” Jess fished Chris’ cock out to twist and survey your mess. When she saw what you’d done, her expression was of mixed amusement and pity.

“Aww honey, looks like you really enjoyed yourself. Why don’t you take it easy while me and Chris finish off.” It wasn’t a question. Jess’ lips were back with her hands working Chris’ dick hard seconds after they stopped.

“Glad you spunked when you did buddy, cos I ain’t so far away myself. Uhhhh,” and Chris looked less than fully in control for the first time, “been so long, can’t decide if I wanna paint her face or feed her.” He looked back down at me, eyes struggling at last to focus. “She’s your girl…you decide buddy.”

‘Is he really asking you that?’ you think. An hour ago you’d never seen your girlfriend give head, now her ex was asking you whether you’d rather he came on the face you most adored, or in the mouth you loved to kiss. It wasn’t a choice you could bear to make. But he **** it.

“Quick buddy, I’m gonna nut.” He really did seem about to ejaculate, speaking louder and faster and more breathlessly. “Across the bow or down the hatch? Pick one or I’ll show you what happens to pussies.”