Chapter 10

“Oh my God, he’s gonna cum!”

His body twisted on the couch, every muscle in his abs contracting, the ridges popping under his sweaty skin. He was shaking, moaning, his breathing totally out of sync. We pulled our mouths away not because we didn’t want to taste him hot on our tongues, but because we wanted to see. Watch up close that natural wonder happening right in front of our eyes.

And then, he exploded.

The first spurt shot high, splattering hot across his own chest, sliding down his belly, dripping over his taut skin. The second came hard, uncontrolled, spraying into the air before landing on our hands. The scene was so ridiculous we started screaming, hysterical, laughing like we’d just struck oil in the backyard.

The poor guy lay there, wrecked, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down fast while he covered his face, embarrassed.

“What the fuck… I gotta hit the bathroom.”

Manu shot me a naughty look, one I knew all too well. She wanted to lick it all up. The idea of swallowing cum from a stranger seemed to turn her on, but for me, it was too much. Just from the way she eyed me, I knew we were having that silent conversation, where she was saying “come on, I want to” and I was thinking back “hell no.”

The guy got up and headed to the bathroom, still shaky, legs wobbly. But before he could slip away, our hands were already there, squeezing his ass without a second thought. He let out a frustrated groan, and we laughed again, partners in that shameless filth.

Alone in the living room, naked, sweaty, and still dripping between our legs, Manu sighed and tossed out, casually:

“Tommy bothering you?”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone off the couch.

“He’s blowing up my phone… I was dumb enough to tell him if I hooked up with someone, I’d let him know.”

Manu raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“Isn’t that worse?”

I sighed, throwing my head back.

“I said it, but he kinda insisted.”

“And you’re gonna tell him?”

I thought for a second, feeling the adrenaline still buzzing through my body.

“I think I will…”

I picked up the phone and, without hesitating, hit record on the voice message.

“Tommy, yeah, I’m with a guy here. Not sure if I’m coming home tonight. Don’t text me anymore, please.”

I let go of the button and sent it.

Manu widened her eyes and then broke into a huge grin.

“Fuck… you actually sent it!”

“Yeah, right? Fuck it now.”

We burst out laughing again, still naked, sweaty, and without a shred of shame about what we’d just done.

“Come on, let’s head to the bedroom?” Manu suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Better idea, huh?” I replied, stretching, feeling my muscles loosen up after all that pleasure.

She hesitated for a second, biting her lip before blurting out:

“There’s something I’ve been dying to try…”

I raised an eyebrow, curious.

“What?”

We gathered up the clothes scattered around the living room, including his, and took everything to the bedroom. As soon as we dumped it all in a corner, she turned to me, that playful look on her face.

“Scissoring. God, I watch these lezzie videos and it gets me so fucking horny.”

Right then, a heat rushed through my body.

“Seriously? I confess I like it, even if I don’t watch much…”

In the bedroom, we lay down and started kissing. Her skin was still hot against mine, our tongues playing lazily as our bodies slowly fit together. She climbed on top, starting to find the position, but we quickly realized theory was way simpler than practice.

Those lesbian porn videos made it look easy, but in real life… it was a mess.

We tried an awkward fit, but our thighs slipped in the built-up sweat. We laughed like a couple of idiots, trying to adjust. Manu went for a better angle, but in one wrong move, her knee banged into my stomach, and I let out an over-the-top “Ow, fuck!” which sent us into another laughing fit.

“Dude, that porn lied its ass off!” Manu grumbled, trying to get comfortable.

“And I thought it was just spread your legs and slide in!” I shot back, unable to stop laughing.

That’s when the guy, who must’ve been looking for us around the house, walked into the bedroom. Without a word, dick half-soft and a amused smile on his face, he just sat on the bed to watch us.

We glanced at each other, still chuckling, in a silent agreement for round two. The heat from our bodies mixed with the musky scent of sweat, sex, and raw desire hanging in the air. Manu bit her lip, sliding her fingers over my hip before grabbing my leg and pulling it up a bit higher.

“Relax… we’ll figure it out,” she whispered, eyes gleaming with naughtiness.

We adjusted our bodies again, thighs interlocking, skin sliding against skin, and then… it happened.

The fit came out of nowhere, like a perfect snap of pleasure. Our pussies met, skin on skin, hot, swollen, wet enough to drip. When she thrust her hips forward and the first slide hit, a shiver ran up my spine like an electric shock.

“Ah… fuck…”

The friction was new, intense in an almost unbearable way. The feel of her skin, hot and soft, gliding over mine, and every move made our clits throb and press against each other. The heat between our legs built, spreading wetness everywhere. The sound was filthy — wet, slippery, matching the rhythm of our ragged breaths and the moans we couldn’t hold back anymore.

She gripped my waist hard, picking up the pace, and our bodies collided in a feverish, frantic clash, like we were possessed by something bigger than us. My skin burned, sweat trickled between our tits, the crazy friction pushing me to a limit I’d never hit before.

“Ahhh, Manu…!”

“Yeah… yeah, rub harder…!”

My nails dug into her thighs, pulling, forcing more contact, more pressure. Every time our clits brushed, a shiver shot through my belly, a building spiral of pleasure that felt impossible to hold back. The heat between us was unbearable, the scent of sex filled the air, and sweat dripped from our bodies, mixing with the wetness soaking the sheets. Each thrust was an explosion of sensations, a spark igniting every nerve in my body. The pleasure built too fast, thick, tight, ready to blow.

“Oh, fuck… I’m… I’m…!”

It was like my body short-circuited. The orgasm hit me like a devastating wave, my legs shook, and I felt the pressure inside burst all at once. A hot squirt gushed out, spraying everywhere, covering my thigh, the sheet, her body. But I couldn’t even care.

Because Manu was moaning loud, back arched, her whole body writhing against mine.

“Ahhh… Ahhh! Fuckkk!”

And then the second one hit. The third. The fourth.

Our bodies trembled, vibrating against each other, each spasm bringing more juice that spread across the mattress, her belly, our soaked legs. It wouldn’t stop. It was like we’d unleashed a dam of pure ecstasy, an electric current ripping through us without mercy.

Panting, shaking, we still ground against each other, wanting to drag it out as long as possible. The guy, still sitting beside us, jaw dropped, could only mutter:

“Oh my God… I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.”

But we didn’t even hear him because we were still locked together, quivering, every new grind pulling another orgasm hot between us.

When it finally ended, it was like all the energy had been sucked out of our bodies. Manu and I lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavy, still trying to wrap our heads around whatever the hell had just gone down.

I sat up slow, running my fingers through my hair, feeling my legs like jelly, muscles spent. My whole body still tingled, like I’d been zapped and it wouldn’t fade.

“Manu… look at this!”

I pointed to the mattress.

It looked like someone had straight-up pissed there. The sheet was totally soaked, and not just it — our bodies too. Manu looked at me, eyes wide, then let out an incredulous laugh.

“Girl… how many times did you cum?!”

I shook my head, still recovering.

“No idea… a ton. One after another. You?”

She took a deep breath, eyes still glazed on the mess we’d made.

“No clue… damn, at least two back-to-back.”

The guy, still next to us, laughed, shaking his head.

“Well, looks like you two don’t need me anymore… I think I’m outta here.”

I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

“Shut up, dude. Your dick’s soft. Let us catch our breath.”

He laughed again, but didn’t argue. I knew he was wiped too, but my body was screaming for a shower. I got up for a quick rinse, my legs buckling a bit as I headed to the bathroom.

The hot water ran over my body, washing away the traces of that madness, but my mind was nowhere near settling down. There was something there, something different I couldn’t quite pin down. Something my body had felt that I still didn’t fully get.

After the shower, I went to the living room alone, leaving Manu and the guy resting in the bedroom. I grabbed my phone off the couch and, without much energy, unlocked the screen.

Three new messages.

“Who is he?"
"Is he good in bed?"
"Can I see?”

My stomach flipped.

It made sense for Tommy to want to know if I was with someone else. It was expected, the bare minimum of bruised ego. But that? There was something off in that sick curiosity, that damn insistence.

Right then, without thinking straight, my blood boiled again and my fingers flew across the keyboard.

What do you wanna see, Tommy? Me fucking? I already told you I’m with another guy and yeah, I’m giving it to him. And hard. Real good.”

I hit send before I could think twice.

I sat there, staring at the screen, regret starting to creep in. But before I could do anything…

His reply burned on the screen.

“Yes.”

My heart raced, a weird shiver crawling up my spine. I didn’t know exactly what to feel — anger, disbelief, maybe a bit of both. But before I could process it, Manu snuck up behind me, startling me.

“Boss, if you keep stressing like that, you’re gonna freeze up completely.”

I turned to face her, still clutching the phone, stomach churning.

“He wants to see me getting fucked. Can you believe that?”

Her eyes went wide and she flopped onto the couch next to me, snatching the phone from my hand without asking.

“Let me see.”

She read the messages in silence, biting her lip, then let out a low, mocking laugh.

“Tommy’s a cuckold, huh?”

I frowned.

“What’s that?”

She looked at me with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“The guy who gets off on being cheated on…”

I sat there, processing that. Tommy always asked about my old relationships, always wanted details — what I’d done, with who, how many, how. But I figured it was just jealousy dressed up as guy curiosity, him playing the open-minded type just to dig into my past. I’d never seen anything more than that.

But now… now it felt different.

“Nah, girl… that’s over the top.” I muttered, more to myself than her.

Manu crossed her legs, still eyeing me with that mischievous glint.

“You gonna send a pic?”

I took a deep breath, feeling a strange heat run through my body.

“I swear I’m dying to! Don’t know if it’s anger, to piss him off… but there’s this little thrill in it that’s driving me crazy.”

She laughed, leaning forward.

“Send it. But don’t let me show up, okay? I’d die of embarrassment seeing him again.”

I let out a dirty laugh.

“You slut!”

We kept rereading the messages, trying to make sense of the madness. My heart was still pounding, a mix of disbelief and adrenaline taking over.

That’s when a new notification cut through the quiet of the living room.

I looked at the screen, and what I saw made my breath catch for a second.

A dick.

But not just any dick.

A familiar dick.

Tommy had sent a pic of his own cock.

I froze, not knowing what to think, until Manu noticed my face and reached out.

“Hand it over, I wanna see! I can tell it’s a dick, whose is it?”

“No, you’re not seeing my husband’s dick!”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“He’s not your husband anymore.”

And before I could stop her, Manu grabbed the phone from my hand, unlocked it, and stared at the pic like it was no big deal.

“Girl… you’re set up nice, huh.” She laughed, biting her lip. “Lend him to me?”

Manu cracked up while I sat there, lost in that tangle of horniness, anger, and a feeling I couldn’t name yet.