Mark slammed the front door shut behind him, his cock already half-hard from the texts Derek had sent all afternoon. He stripped in the hallway, leaving his clothes in a trail toward the bedroom where Derek waited naked on the bed, stroking his thick shaft.
“Fuck, you took your time,” Derek growled, pulling Mark down onto him. Their mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and wet as Mark ground his dick against Derek’s.
Derek flipped him onto his back and spit on his fingers, pushing two straight into Mark’s hole. Mark groaned loud, legs spreading wide. “Yeah, finger that ass, get it ready for your cock.”
Derek worked him open fast and rough, three fingers pumping while he licked Mark’s balls and then swallowed his dick to the root. Mark thrust up into Derek’s throat, hands gripping the sheets.
Derek pulled off, rolled on a condom, and shoved his cock deep into Mark in one thrust. Mark yelled, “Fuck me hard, wreck that hole.” Derek pounded him mercilessly, balls slapping, the bed creaking loud with every stroke.
Mark was on all fours now, Derek gripping his hips and slamming in, when the bedroom door opened.
His wife Lisa stood there, keys still in her hand, staring at her husband getting fucked by another man.
She didn’t scream. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. “Keep going.”
Derek hesitated only a second, then drove back into Mark even harder. Mark’s face burned but his cock jerked and leaked onto the sheets. Lisa watched every thrust, every wet sound of Derek’s dick stretching her husband’s ass.
“Tell me how it feels,” she said, voice low.
Mark gasped, “So fucking good. He’s bigger than I thought. He’s nailing my prostate every time.”
Lisa stepped closer, eyes locked on where Derek’s cock disappeared into Mark. “Don’t stop until you both come.”
Derek reached under Mark and stroked his dick in time with his thrusts. Mark came first, shooting hard across the sheets while he clenched around Derek. Derek followed seconds later, groaning as he pumped the condom full.
Lisa watched the whole thing, then walked over and ran her fingers through Mark’s hair. “We’re not done talking about this,” she said, “but you two look good together.”
She left them to clean up, the sound of the shower starting down the hall. Mark and Derek stayed tangled on the ruined bed, breathing hard, knowing the night had only just begun.
