On My Knees

Dirk pushes me back into the sofa. I bite my lower lip.

Thomas notices, but he doesn't say anything. His gaze shifts between his friend and me. Then it drops to my chest, watching. His passivity is like consent.

It's no accident that Dirk's hands are on my breasts. I close my eyes and moan softly as he begins to run his palms in circles, massaging me through my thin sweater. Oh, that bastard. He knows exactly how to touch me.

And I love it.

A second pair of hands unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper.

Thomas! Thomas, what are you doing?

He pulls my pants down. Instinctively, I help him by lifting my butt. At the same time, it pops into my head: ‘Oh God, now he'll find out. He'll see the wet spot in my panties and know that Dirk made me so horny. What will he think of me now? Is he angry or disappointed?’

I hear Thomas growl deeply. I know that sound, an unmistakable sign that he is very satisfied. This is so confusing for me. In an attempt to understand what is going on inside him, I peek out from between my half-closed eyelids and notice that he is winking at Dirk and nodding slightly.

What...? Does that mean he agrees? That can't be.

Before I can do or say anything, I'm pulled off the sofa and land on all fours on the carpet. Dirk is immediately behind me, tearing down my panties.

“If you want it...” Thomas whispers hoarsely.

Dirk presses himself against me from behind. I can feel it. Having experienced it before, I know how it feels when his thick glans presses against my pussy. And my body knows even better how it will feel when he penetrates me in a few moments. My stomach tightens, my legs go weak. Even if I wanted to resist, I can't anymore.

And yet it's something completely different. It's not happening secretly, just the two of us. In the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the customer toilet.

No, the secrecy is over. Dirk is fucking me in the middle of our living room in front of Thomas.

And he does it well!

His thick cock plows through me as if there were no tomorrow. I scream loudly as soon as he penetrates me for the first time. And with every thrust, I get louder. I gasp, pant, squeal like I'm being skewered.

I'm like an addict who's been hooked and finally gets the next fix she's been craving. Dirk is my dealer. I pay him with my body. I have ****.

I see Thomas as if through a veil. He's still sitting on the sofa. His face is red. His pants are open. He stares at me and jerks off. His puny dick almost disappears in his hand.

For years, my husband was the only one I was intimate with. I was always faithful to him.

And now? I don't know...

Is it still infidelity if he agrees?

I can't think anymore. Dirk is hammering my mind out of my head. His huge cock fills me up, slides into me with a smack and ignites a fire that burns me from the inside. His onslaught makes me tremble.

With my last ounce of strength, I try to push myself against him, but my arms give way. I sink down onto the carpet. Only my ass, which Dirk has firmly in his grip, sticks up in the air. Sweat and lust drip down my trembling thighs.

I lie between two men. One who loves me but doesn't defend me. And the other who probably doesn't care about me but still drives me to ecstasy.

“ Shall I?” Dirk's voice is rough, uttering the words like a threat.

Thomas's answer is a croak, barely intelligible. And yet unambiguous.

Dirk cums. Deep inside me. I can't do anything about it.

Immediately, he lets go of me. I collapse on the floor.

With difficulty, I **** my eyes open and look at Thomas, hoping he can explain what just happened between the three of us. But he just looks at me with crimson cheeks and a stupid grin on his face. Damn it.