Chapter 9

Hands were roaming everywhere, faceless, ownerless, just hot, eager touches sliding over my goosebumped skin. They pulled me, squeezed me, explored me. The couch was a tangle of bodies, ragged breaths, and hungry mouths. Manu, who was still in his lap, threw herself between us, breaking the direct contact and positioning right in the middle. That sly smile lit up her face as her nimble fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. The fabric slid off without a fight, revealing her golden skin and full tits, held up only by the lacy bra that, in seconds, came off along with any last shred of modesty. Her gaze was pure tease. First at him, then at me. Like she was daring us to pick up where we left off.

There was no pause. Like two starving people, each claimed the tit closest to them, mouths sucking hard, tongues circling lazily while moans filled the room. Breaths were heavy, out of sync, desire buzzing in the air like an electric current. Manu arched between us, eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation, while our hands slid over her hot skin, exploring every curve with hunger. Between kisses and nips, restless fingers fumbled to open her jeans, a wild urgency to uncover everything she was hiding down there.

The zipper gave with a snap, and before we could even finish stripping her, she helped out, lifting her hips and ditching the jeans and panties in one go. And that’s when it hit me, as the thin fabric slid down her legs — my eyes locked on one detail: the inside of her panties was soaked through, like someone had dumped a whole tube of glue there.

The sight made me swallow hard. She was as crazy with lust as I was.

Each of us grabbed a thigh, pulling her toward us, forcing her body wide open for us. The heat radiating from her skin set our own bodies on fire, and when I slid my hand to her pussy, I found what I expected — wet, hot, sticky. But there was something else there. Fingers that weren’t mine.

In the heat of the moment, he and I were fingering her together, taking turns with the thrusts, making her body writhe between us. Manu screamed, lost in ecstasy so deep we had to hold her down on the couch so she wouldn’t bolt. Her moans came out shaky, nails digging into the cushions, and I was sure of it — she came right then, in that instant. Her body shook in a way that was almost impossible to read.

Without taking my eyes off her face twisted in pure bliss, I slid off the couch and knelt between her spread legs. Above me, the guy stood up and started stripping, piece by piece, but my focus was still on her. Manu barely had time to catch her breath before my mouth claimed her completely.

My tongue found her swollen, throbbing clit, and I went at it mercilessly, sucking hard, pressing the hot tip against it, feeling her taste drip down my chin. I sucked hungrily, switching between quick flicks and deep licks, my face buried between her thighs as she moaned loud, arching, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

My tongue slid in quick, precise strokes over Manu, but my attention wasn’t just on her anymore. I was eyeing him.

Since marrying Tommy, I’d never had another cock, never seen another naked body besides his. Curiosity was eating me up inside. And there it was.

A thick, handsome cock, the head well-defined and veined like it was pulsing under the dim living room light. The guy was shaved, smooth skin, not a hair in sight to block the view. And the body? Strong, ripped, no beer gut. Delicious. My mouth went dry right then, and an urgent thought took over: I want that dick inside me.

He stroked himself slowly, teasing, eyes locked on Manu, like he was already picturing what came next. She didn’t need an invite. She grabbed the cock eagerly, fingers sliding along the rigid length before taking it in her mouth all at once.

The sight was mesmerizing. My mouth was still busy between Manu’s legs, but my eyes were glued to her, the way she held her own tits, squeezing hard with every thrust of her mouth on that thick cock. She moaned while she sucked, tongue swirling around the head before swallowing even deeper.

The phone buzzed on the coffee table, an annoying sound cutting through all the pleasure. There were a bunch of messages.

“You coming home tonight?"
"You with someone?"
"Can you reply?"
"You alive?”

Tommy.

My stomach twisted with irritation. I’d already put an end to it, made it clear it was over. But he kept shoving himself back into my life, kept bugging me. No patience left, I tossed the phone aside. Let him stew in his desperation, waiting for a reply that wasn’t coming.

I turned back to the scene in front of me. Manu sucked with focus, hand pumping up and down, switching rhythms with her mouth, while the guy closed his eyes and moaned low, savoring every second.

“Take that shirt off too,” he ordered, his gaze lazy and full of lust fixed on me. “I wanna see you.”

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t used to stripping like this, exposed, with so many eyes around. But at the same time, the idea of being wanted that way turned me on like crazy. I slid the blouse off my body, feeling my face burn. The cool air hit my hot skin, and my breath hitched when my tits were bare. The shorts came next, sliding down my thighs to the floor.

I shifted onto my side, worried about not messing up the couch with what was dripping out of me uncontrollably. The arousal was so intense my skin tingled, hot, pulsing. Manu kept at it, sucking the guy hard, and he moaned low, muscles tense, almost losing it.

Me, on the other hand, I felt a bit lost. My instinct was to touch her, where my body felt most at ease, and that’s exactly what I did. I ran my hand down her back, fingers through her hair as she swallowed that thick cock like a pro. She noticed my hesitation and, without stopping, suggested to him:

“Sit here in the middle of us two, that cock’s too big, and I need some help.”

He, who was nearly falling off the couch trying to balance, settled in better between us right away. And I got her plan. Manu knelt between his legs, gripping the base of the cock firmly, fingers sliding teasingly over the smooth, hot skin. She looked at me, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Come on, girl… Let’s suck it together, come on!”

That’s when something in me hesitated. Maybe it was Tommy’s messages pulling me back to reality, maybe just the fact there was talk now, a pause, a break in the trance I was in. But my body started shaking. Nerves hit like a wave, and I shrank back a little, trying to find a comfy spot between his legs, next to her.

“Come on, girl! What’re you shy about now?” Manu teased, laughing.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding in my chest.

“You done this before?” I asked, voice thick with curiosity and lust. “You’re way too loose for my taste…”

She shook her head, hiding her face behind the guy’s cock.

“I’ve never…”

The guy, who hadn’t even asked, let out a low chuckle, looking at me with a knowing grin.

“Me neither, unfortunately…”

Manu turned to me, serious now.

“Come on, let’s get started.”

We knelt side by side, wedged between his spread legs, and the air thickened with lust. The smell of hot skin mixed with that faint masculine scent, the classic cock smell, filled my lungs, and my heart raced. Manu grabbed his cock with a confidence that made me shiver, holding the base and running her tongue slow over the tip, savoring it like a rare treat.

The man let out a drawn-out moan, breath faltering, and that was enough to pull me fully into the moment. I leaned in, my mouth found his balls, hot, soft, the strong scent of desire flooding my senses. Manu sucked the head, tongue circling with wet little pops, while I sucked each ball, switching between kisses and licks, feeling their hot weight in my mouth.

He cursed low, hand sinking into Manu’s hair, fingers clenching the strands, like he needed to hold on to something to keep from totally losing control.

“Holy fuck…”

My tongue slid up slow, licking from the base to the tip, meeting hers halfway. Our mouths brushed there, wet, sharing his taste, swapping spit and desire with every tongue slide. Manu held his cock and pressed it against her open tongue, eyeing me with a wicked smile.

“Let’s see who makes him cum first?”

I laughed against his cock, teasing.

“No need to compete… We can make him cum twice.”

She bit her lip before diving back in, swallowing as much as she could, making an obscene sucking noise that made me tremble. He arched on the couch, breath heavy, whole body pulsing with need.

I slid my tongue along the shaft, licking every bulging vein, before dipping down again, sucking his balls hard, feeling the skin throb under my lips. Manu worked the tip with focus, hand pumping the base, fingers squeezing just right. His body shook between us, rough moans filling the room, and that’s when I realized how much control we had.

The cock throbbed between us, slipping through our mouths, slick, messy, sliding between tongues and sloppy kisses. It was a frenzy of spit, heat, and desire, a chaotic symphony of raw, wild pleasure. My nails scratched the inside of his thighs, and I felt his muscles clench under my touch. He wasn’t gonna last much longer. Manu sensed it too, and with a look of pure naughtiness, she ramped up the suction, sucking hard, loud wet pops echoing through the room.

My name slipped from his lips with a desperate moan, and then I knew — he was about to blow. I looked at Manu and, without a word, we knew what to do.

What came next was delicious chaos.