Dangerous Games

Chapter 5 - My Surrender

The burden of my secret settled heavy, guilt twisting like a vice around my heart. My husband, so open and loving, had handed me the chance to live out my darkest fantasy, trusting me, unaware of me cheating on him with Tom. Or was he?

Tom's gaze locked onto mine, dark and steady, a silent dare mixed with that same fierce need that had pulled me in before. It was all-consuming, like standing on the edge of a cliff with the waves crashing below, the pull to either step back or fall into the depths, where the rush could invigorate me or drown me in an ocean of uncertainty.

Could I even handle them both—give myself completely and risk the truths this might expose?

My husband's voice broke through my hesitation. "Go on, honey," he murmured, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Isn't this what you've been wanting?" His hand moved to my hip, guiding me slightly closer to Tom.

I swallowed hard, my skin tingling, nerves and excitement clashing. "I'm not sure if..."

"No holding back now, honey," my husband whispered, his words both a tease and a push.

Tom's eyes met mine, his grin wide and inviting, urging me to take that last leap. My heart pounded as I hesitated, then gave in, straddling him slowly, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. His cock pressed eagerly against my dripping core. Both men's gazes locked on me, their attention enthralling, drawing me deeper into the thrill of having them both, their desire consuming me.

"Like this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at my husband, my voice breathless, as I slowly lowered myself, the bulbous head of Tom's cock stretching my warm, tight depths deliciously.

My husband's eyes darkened with lust as he nodded. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely, his hand clenching around his full, throbbing erection. "Take him, slowly."

I obeyed, my body shivering as I lowered myself onto Tom's rigid shaft. Inch by inch, I felt his thickness sliding inside me, stretching my satin flesh, my walls squeezing him tightly. My husband's gaze burned into me, his hand moving with frantic urgency, stroking his firm member.

Tom's hands gripped my hips, guiding my descent, ensuring I took all of him. My husband jerked harder as he watched me impale myself on Tom's length, his desire clear in the way his breath quickened and his muscles tensed.

I took control, rocking my hips in a wild rhythm, riding Tom's straining manhood with abandon. Each bounce sent him deeper inside me, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of us. My husband's eyes devoured every dirty moment as he enjoyed watching another man pound into my insatiable pussy. I reveled in the power I held over both men, using my body to drive them crazy, their eyes reflecting the raw, unrestrained need that mirrored my own.

My husband moved closer, his hand firmly guiding my body forward until I was flush against Tom's. My breasts mashed against his hard chest, the heat of his skin seeping into mine. As I heard the wet sound of my husband spitting into his palm, my asshole clenched involuntarily, anticipating the deliciously sinful pleasure and agony that was about to begin.

The swelling head of my husband's cock pushed against my tight entrance, sending a jolt through my body. I gasped, feeling the stretch and burn as he began to invade my backdoor.

"Relax, honey," he whispered.

His slow, steady thrusts filled me, each one going deeper, forcing me to surrender to the sensation. Tom's rock-hard cock pulsed inside my molten core, every vein and ridge rubbing against my sensitive walls.

My husband's groans filled the air as he quickened his pace, his hands grasping my luscious cheeks, spreading them further apart. Tom's hands gripped my waist tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he helped me hold the position as he began to move. My swollen, aching clit rubbed against Tom's pubic bone with each thrust, igniting a fire that battled the sting of penetration of my ass. The contrasting sensations of pain and pleasure collided, creating a chaotic symphony that pushed me to the brink.