My jerk of a husband bet me away!
He laid it all on the line and lost everything in a game of poker and now I’ve been promised to his friend. His handsome friend. His muscular friend.
Was this what he wanted all along? Did he want me to be with him? Did my husband want to watch me with another man?
Excerpt
When Dave stumbled into the doorway for just a moment, looking at me like he did.
And I noticed that even in spite of all of everything that was happening, in spite of the alcohol and the stress, that he was hard.
My eyes fell on it immediately and I had a hard time looking away. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of it. I pushed myself off of the bed and moved towards him, getting close to him and feeling and smelling the alcohol on his breath.
We didn’t speak with words, we’d been married for long enough not to need them. We spoke with our eyes and we spoke with our actions. We looked down between us, seeing his bulge. We looked at Jim sitting on the bed. Dave took a step back into the hall, and I closed the door on him.
Taking a deep breath I steeled myself against the conflict of emotions and turned to Jim. He looked up at me, his face impassive and still.
I pushed myself towards him, crossing the gulf with a gasp as I fell on him and kissed him hard on the lips. I pressed myself against him, feeling his hands grip my body in surprise and then understanding as that grip tightened and began to explore.
They ran over my body, exciting and thrilling me as they went. I vibrated in his arms, letting my hands press against his firm body and draw down and under his shirt.
His abs. Oh fuck his abs.
They were so tight and firm, I could rub my fingertips off just dragging them up and down. I could trace the patterns of his muscles in the darkness. My hands continued down lower. Lower. Lower.
As I unbuckled his belt and drew his pants down I thought about that little intrusive thought from the hallway earlier. Big brain vs. little brain. Which one was actually bigger.
For as long as I had known him there had been rumors about Jim, about the size of him. One of the women in the group had accidentally walked in on him before and by her description he was enormous. He was so big it was almost unbelievable.
Actually her description had been unbelievable to me at the time. I’d chalked it all up to a momentary glance or her inexperience with large cocks. I’d assumed he was average at best.
But as I pulled and pulled at his pants and more and more of him kept being exposed I see she hadn’t exaggerated at all. Hell she might have underestimated.
Because he was enormous.