As if I had sent a homing missile after him, her attention was locked on my friend. It wasn't what I wanted, but what my dick apparently needed.
I don't know how many drinks I was into the day - my third, I think – when Parris nudged me. Her chin flick guided my gaze to the wall of the house. There stood my wife, backed up against it, and Bend leaning against her a bit to the side, kissing her.
I felt a sick rollover in my stomach.
It was beginning.
I stood and excused myself with nothing more than a mumble from the big-titted woman. I went to them and was pleased to see the kiss was over. They were staring at each other with interest, eyes glazed over.
I said, "Let's go inside. I don't think everyone else will miss us."
Bend's eyes focused and he ducked his head rapidly, as if he had been caught and knew he was in trouble. "Yeah, uh, sure."
In his living room, he sat and blew out a long breath, prepared for the worst.
Tessa, from what we had discussed, knew what to do and sat on his lap, arms around his neck.
He flinched. "Whoa, uh… Tess…" But he was looking at me, guiltily.
I feigned casual dismissal. "Relax, guy. She likes you."
"She does?" His attempt really sounded lame after the kiss in front of everyone a minute ago.
I went to his side and gently took his hand. I placed it inside the top of her bikini, directly on her bare flesh. "Go for it, Bend. Don't be shy."
He laughed very nervously, loudly, trying to cover his shock. "Oh, well, uh… Sure, okay…" I saw him trembling and compared it to my own.
He kissed her again, this time feeling her up like he had wanted to do at the last pool party. Their kiss was deep and slow, making my head want to explode.
It was all I could do to contain the squirming, raging anxiety twisting inside me.
Remembering my instructions, Tessa said, "Let's go to your bedroom…" She didn't wait for an answer, she stood and pulled on him – just as I had told her he would require due to his shyness.
He went with her, giving me looks searching for assurance.
I couldn't talk – my throat was too constricted. I just nodded and made a grimace that I hoped looked like an encouraging smile.
My life accelerated too fast into his bedroom. My shoulders ached at the lack of control. I didn't have a handle on anything and I felt it, deep.
They undressed, her at first, and then forcing him to do the same. My wife looked down at his mostly erect dick as it throbbed with his heartbeat, erecting higher with each pulse. She did not spare me a look, all of her attention was on his cock.
I had never seen Bend's dick before; I had never wanted to. Never talked about it, either. It was a beautiful thing, much like mine. He was as thick as me by the looks and maybe an inch longer. Maybe two. From my memory of my best erections, so long ago, I definitely had to admit that my friend probably took the medal for length.
Tessa cooed over it, quivering and withering my heart and head with her sensual interest. Her hand reached to it and held it. His younger dick in her young hand looked… perfect.
My respiration became ragged and fitful. My dick started to twitch and swell. I unclothed to let it free and had to suffer a look from Bend that obviously took in my flaccid member in a comparative consideration.
Yeah, it's not as long as yours, but it does get bigger than it is now. I hope…
Tessa pulled him to the bed and pushed him down. She looked at me with a final look of question.
I didn't move; if I did, it would've been to grab her and run away from all this. But my dick needed that of which I was so afraid. I stayed still and she looked away, proceeding with… their tryst.
She bent over him briefly, grabbing his upstanding shaft and giving the perfect head two quick swirls of her tongue. That move sent shivers down my body, electrifying my dick while curdling my heart. She was only at it for a second, maybe, before climbing over him.
She was following my previous directions almost perfectly: get it over with.
I gripped my dick to stroke it alive, but the tickle in it was too great and I had to let go. For all the sensation rampant in my manhood, that it was limp piled aggravation onto the heap of my soul. I needed it to be hard, but it was barely reacting.
My wife leaned up, positioning his dick to point at the very place I had counted as my own. And maybe, grudgingly, Donny's. Before I could do more than hiss in one agonizing breath past my constricted throat, she settled onto his cock. It disappeared as she sank and my heart hammered harder for each inch she lowered.
I thought my pumping organ was going to explode.
Bend's groan was airy and lusty. His hips pushed up, shoving his cock up into my wife as she sank.
I watched it all.
I watched my wife's pussy, all stretched open, sink down on his rising shaft. Within maybe three seconds, I could no longer see his dick as his balls pressed up and ballooned against her ass. He was deep up in my wife's pussy and it drew out a long, guttural groan from Tessa. She was getting touched deeper than she had probably ever been. Even Dustin's dick wasn't longer than mine.
I panted fast as if I were running. My head swam with sick delirium as I watched the violation of my bride's pussy. We had barely scraped past our first anniversary before it had come to this. My dick twitched as Bend's cock came back into view.
Together, they moved. She leaned down onto him, kissing. Their hips moved perfectly, youthfully, and his cock moved in and out of her pussy along the entire length of it. Her hips tilted and her pussy lips wrapped in a sensual big circle around his bulging shaft. In and out, over and over.
My shaft swelled, starting to lift, and then twitched violently. With a convulsion that almost felt electric and painful, I bent over and my dick started spewing weak streams of cum. I gasped at the pain and disappointment that my release wasn't even a proper orgasm. There was no constriction and release in pulses of endorphin-releasing waves. No, this was more like the sensation of peeing. Cum drained out of me in a long stream of ooze that tickled my shaft but caused severe, sharp pains in my gut.
Still, I couldn't tear my eyes away from them fucking. Bend's cock belonged in my wife's pussy and I knew it. Maybe it was even a better fit than Donny's.
Tessa looked back at me, saw the long stream of cum hanging and oozing out of my dick and called out in lusty surprise. Her youthful body bucked, jerking through a sudden orgasm that scrunched up her face with effort. Her hips bucked hard on Bend.
My wife was cumming on his dick.
Bend leaned up, catching site of my predicament. He smiled, of all things. His grip adjusted on her so they sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned back on one arm, holding her waist with the other, and drove his hips upward. All I saw were his balls, rising up into the beautiful area of my wife's ass and falling back into view. Up and down, faster and harder. He groaned feverishly, "I'm… almost…"
Tessa jerked at his words and suddenly burst into a feverish, circular grind with her hips. She drove her pussy down on my friend's shaft, giving her hardest to make him cum. She grunted with the effort and was rewarded.
Bend leaned his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and let loose a shout. "Ahh!" He gripped her with both arms, hugging her to him and thrust frantically upwards. His grunts followed the cadenced pulses of his cock in a rapid succession that I knew matched the strong squirts of his cum up into my wife's young pussy.
I thought for a confused second that some big tidal wave was approaching, but realized the roaring was all in my head. My chest felt as if someone had tightened steel bands around it. Distantly, my dick quivered and my balls shook. A single, weak squirt sent a glob of cum flopping out of my limp dick.
I was moving, eyes blurred with insanity and tears. I frantically pulled on my jeans before I passed out. I think one of them said something; I wasn't sure. They both settled down onto the bed to cuddle.
I fled the bedroom, the house, falling within myself f
aster than I had ever felt. I swore I could feel air rushing up past my arms and ears. I was in the car with a speed I couldn't measure, and then I was driving away. I didn't see anything; I don't know how I was able to drive.
My Tessa couldn't be mine; not now. Better, younger men had taken her. I was proven to be too old, too useless, too different.
I stopped the car, needing air and wanting to escape the stifling interior. I gasped in great gulps of air as I leaned on the guardrail and barely perceived the cars rushing below me. The air and breeze felt good on the high overpass and began to calm me. My entire body shook with the pressure from the tight steel bands around my heart. My head hurt from the strain. I took a deeper breath and straightened.
My failure was complete.
A few simple things remained.
Tessa could have Donny without my… issues. Maybe Bend, as well.
Balance was something that was difficult at this very second, but I managed it, despite the slippery roundness of the guardrail.
A voice came from somewhere behind me to my right. "Sir? I'm Officer Rodriguez; what's your name?" It was delivered in a tone that might have casually asked my family's ancestry.
I ignored him because… I just really had no ability or care to answer.
"Sir? Why don't you come down from there and—"
I spread my arms wide.
And leapt to my freedom.
Thank you for reading Jealousy! I hope you enjoyed it. All reviews are appreciated so very much.
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