It was just genetics for me. I hit a certain age and everything failed. I couldn’t be the man she needed anymore.
She deserves so much more than I can give her. She deserves a man who can well and truly satisfy her and that man isn’t me. Not anymore.
I just want her to be happy.
But happiness doesn’t have to come from me. It can come from my best friend instead. That man who is so much more man than me. That man who I’ve known so long that I can trust him.
I can trust him to take care of her.
It went too fast all at once. I never imagined it would be like this. I never imagined they would fall into it so hard and so fast. Because they barely even realize I’m in the same room with them, and from the things they’re saying to each other I’m not sure they even care.
But the thing that hurts the most is that I’m not sure that I do either. The thing that shocks me is that I don’t want this to stop.
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It had been so long since she’d felt the crush of a man and I knew it. So long since the simple actions of desire would play out in the culmination of pressing and thundering sexual relief. She burned for his touch, her hands seeking out his body and finding what he had to offer.
Jack had a firm and muscular body, one that I knew would satisfy her in every way. In my time knowing him we’d been in locker rooms and places where I’d had the opportunity to take a glance and I knew what he offered. He was thick and long, bigger than me in every way and while I had always been able to satisfy Nancy I was glad that he offered more.
Nancy was the first to press clothing away. Slipping under the bottom of his shirt I could practically feel her nails playing against his abs as she slipped her shirt up and over his head. She bared him, dipping down to kiss his bare chest and press her lips against the wide firm flat of his pecs. Her hands meanwhile took the opportunity to explore the hard muscle of his shoulders. Kneading and gripping them, sliding down to play against the hardness of his biceps and feel the firm flexing of his body in response to it.
Jack could barely take any more.
His hands gripped her shoulders and he pulled her away from him, spinning her around and kissing her neck his hands slid up her sides and over her front to cup and squeeze her breasts through the fabric. Nancy closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, mewling lightly as he left her breasts to slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders and push the whole thing to the ground.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, only plain white panties covering her. Jack pulled her away and spun her again, his eyes going up and down her bared body with delight as he pulled her to him and lifted her into his arms at the last moment.
He practically threw her onto the bed, her voice squealing with delight and surprise and then slipping into a moan as he pressed himself on her, kissing her thighs and pressing onwards to the pleasure between her legs.
From my angle I couldn’t see everything but I could see her panties fly off of her, floating through the air and landing between me and them as Jack kissed her sex and made her clench the sheets in her hands and cry out for more immediately.
I couldn’t see him work but I could see her response. I could watch her thrash and flex with pleasure, calling out with wordless moans as his lips and tongue worked their magic on her. I saw her back arch, her proud and perky breasts jiggling slightly before she collapsed down onto the bed and her mouth opened wide in an O.
I saw her eyes clench shut. Watched her abs tense and quiver and saw her whole being flex as she rode out the wave of what was an unmistakable climax. She didn’t say a word but she screamed with the pleasure of it. Her whole body cumming from the waves washing over her as he brought her to the climax she so desperately needed.
And it was with a bit of burning shame that I noticed I was gripping the arms of my chair. I was leaning forward and watching her with rapt attention, my eyes drinking in every movement of her body and every movement of his.
And it was with immense burning shame and more than a little jealousy that I realized what he had done for her. Not that he had given her that pleasure but that he had given it to her so fast. That in their first night together he had done for her what I had as quickly as I had.
Maybe even quicker.