Mark slammed the front door shut behind him and shoved Derek against the hallway wall, their mouths crashing together hard. "Fuck, I've been thinking about your cock all day," Mark growled, already yanking Derek's jeans open. Derek's thick dick sprang free, half-hard and heavy, and Mark dropped to his knees right there on the carpet, sucking it down without another word.
Derek groaned and grabbed Mark's hair, thrusting forward until his balls pressed against Mark's chin. "Yeah, take it, you dirty fucker. Suck that cock like your wife never lets you." Mark moaned around the shaft, spit running down his chin as he worked it deeper, gagging but not stopping. He reached down and freed his own leaking dick, stroking it fast while he blew Derek.
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Derek hauled Mark up, spun him around, and bent him over the arm of the couch. He spat on his fingers, shoved two inside Mark's tight hole, and worked them in and out rough until Mark was pushing back and cursing. "Fuck me already. Put that big dick in me."
Derek lined up and drove in with one long thrust. Mark shouted, gripping the couch cushions as Derek started pounding him, balls slapping loud and wet. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and Mark's filthy begging. "Harder, yeah, wreck my ass. Fill me up."
They were so lost in it they never heard the car pull in the driveway. The front door opened and Lisa stepped inside, keys still in her hand. She froze at the sight: her husband bent over their couch, another man's cock buried balls-deep in his ass, both of them grunting like animals.
Lisa's mouth opened but no sound came out at first. Derek saw her and went still, cock twitching inside Mark. Mark lifted his head, eyes wide, but he didn't pull away. Instead his hand kept stroking his own dick.
Lisa closed the door behind her slowly. Her voice came out low and shaky. "Don't stop."
Derek looked at her, then at Mark. Mark nodded once. Derek pulled back and slammed in again, harder than before. Mark moaned loud, pushing back to meet every thrust. Lisa stood there watching, breathing fast, one hand sliding down to press between her legs over her jeans.
Derek kept fucking Mark, eyes locked on Lisa now. "You like watching your husband take cock?" he rasped.
Mark answered for her, voice rough. "She does. Look at her face. She's getting wet."
Lisa didn't deny it. She unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside, fingers working her clit while Derek pounded Mark's ass faster. The three of them stayed like that, the only sounds the wet slap of Derek's thrusts, Mark's grunts, and Lisa's quick breathing. Derek reached around and jerked Mark off in time with his hips until Mark came hard across the couch, ass clenching tight around Derek's cock. Derek followed seconds later, burying himself deep and shooting inside him with a long groan.
Lisa pulled her hand out, fingers shiny, and walked over. She looked at both men, then at the mess dripping from Mark's hole. "Next time," she said, voice steady now, "I want to watch from the start. And I want to join."
Mark straightened up slowly, legs shaky, cum running down his thigh. He met her eyes and smiled. "Whatever you want, baby." Derek just laughed low and pulled out, already getting hard again at the thought.
