Page 12 of Still Bruised
“Iwasn’t a part of it,” Ashley snapped.
“Oh, but we’re just getting started, baby,” Vic crooned before kissing her. “I just needed to get your hubby going.”
Thank the heavens Vic was just as Foster assumed. Their sexy little himbo seemed oblivious to her true irritation.
“Oh, come on,baby…you know that I can make you feel good,” Vic said, his words and tone a bit too familiar in Foster’s opinion. Vic moved closer and grabbed both sides of her face, forcing her to look at him straight on. “Just let me do what I do, Ash.”
Foster got the sudden sensation that Vic and Ashley had already slept together. He searched them both, reminded of the familiarity he’d sensed at the bar. They were much too relaxed with one another to be complete strangers.
The question that rose to the top of his mind after that was—why didn’t he feel angry that Ashley might have cheated on him?
Because this marriage is over. It has been for a long time.
Ashley crossed her slim arms over her chest. “I would’ve left, but you two were in front of the door.”
Vic pulled her arms apart and kissed her hands. “Why leave? Just sit back and relax, baby.” He lowered one of his hands between her thighs, his arm working up and down.
A moan escaped her lips, and Vic swept in for a kiss.
She was soon mewling against him, her breath coming out as gasps.
Vic lowered between Ashley’s legs, his head bouncing almost as much as it had on Foster’s cock. Ashley glared at Foster, but she dragged her gaze away and let her head fall back. When her eyes closed and a whimper escaped her lips, Foster backed away from the bed, considering escape again.
He froze when Vic grabbed both of his ass cheeks and spread them apart. Vic slid one hand between, caressing his swollen, puckered hole. Foster’s breath caught. There was something in it. Vic yanked a thick, fat plug from his ass and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.
A gaping, hungry hole was left behind.
Foster stared, unable to breathe, as Vic sank two thick fingers inside himself, pumping in and out. His flagging cock roared back to life.
Vic’s head bobbed up from between Ashley’s thighs. “You got any lube, baby?”
Ashley reached into her nightstand and withdrew a small bottle. She handed it and a condom to Vic… who turned and handed them to Foster.
“You do it,” Vic murmured, grinning. He eyed Foster’s cock. “Get it good and wet.”
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Mesmerized, Foster’s next step was forward, not back. While he felt Ashley’s glare in his direction, he ignored it. After sheathing his cock, he poured lube into his palm. Foster moved behind Vic and placed one knee on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“What are you doing?”Ashley demanded.
“I’m getting your lover’s hole ready for my dick,” Foster said without looking at her. He’d always wondered how it would feel to be with a man. No reason not to find out, given the chance.
After slicking Vic’s hole and fingering it a few times, he coated himself and climbed into position. Vic arched his back and positioned his hips high in the air, offering himself to Foster. Foster squeezed both cheeks, reveling in the feel of firm muscle under his palms. He had to pause to pinch the base of his cock before he blew another load then and there. He rarely busted a second nut and never so quickly after the first. He was ready to come simply thinking about sliding his dick into Vic’s hole. No way was he going to last.
Vic looked over his shoulder. “Give it to me rough, big boy.”
Foster pressed the head against Vic’s hole and let out a long, slow moan as he slid in deep. He was shocked he’d gone as deep as he had in the first thrust. Anal wasn’t a treat he was used to getting. Ashley tried on a few occasions but had complained that Foster’s size was too much for her to handle. He’d suggested using toys to help her prepare, but she’d not been interested.
He’d stopped asking long ago.
He slid out, unsure how deep he could go without hurting Vic. Before he could thrust back, Vic slammed back on his cock, taking nearly every inch. Foster clenched his teeth, the tight feel sending him to the edge. Vic started bouncing against him, taking his cock deep. As if on autopilot, he gripped Vic’s hips and met that bouncing bottom, his cock harder than he could ever remember it being.
Everything about the encounter was different than the emotionless, muted fucks he’d shared with his wife. Vic was vocal. He’d moaned and purred while he’d been sucking cock. He was even louder with a cock inside him, rearranging his guts. The deep, guttural grunts and growls were music to Foster’s ears and a balm for his soul. He was used to near silence, never knowing if he was truly pleasing his wife or not.
There was no doubt which strokes Vic liked best. Vic enthusiastically reared back, meeting him thrust for thrust. They were like animals, fucking like their very lives depended on it. Their muscled bodies clashed over and over, both of them seeking absolution from the other.
It was everything he’d thought sex should be but had never experienced.
