Tease (Tease 1)

Brittany pouted at me. “I’m sorry, Mr Cooper.”

And just like that, I was in the role. I grabbed her arm firmly and steered her toward the bed.

“You need to show me you’re sorry, Brittany,” I replied sternly.

I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I pushed them away with my foot as I unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it aside. Now naked, I sat on the edge of the bed with my cock springing straight out in front of me like a rod.

“On your knees,” I ordered her.

She obliged, kneeling down between my legs. She gazed up at me with her huge eyes before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I gripped hold of her ponytail, guiding my cock further in.

I moved up so I was fully on the bed, with Brittany on all fours, sucking on my cock. Ben appeared behind her, naked and erect. I wasn’t sure what I felt more aroused by—her sucking my dick, or him lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down, taking her from behind. I studied his expression, something inside me sparking alight. This was so…taboo.

Even after last week, the idea of being turned on by another guy was shocking yet incredibly arousing.

“Are you learning your lesson, Brittany?” Ben asked as he rocked back and forth faster and with more force.

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine.

“Fuck yeah,” Ben grunted.

Brittany released my dick from her mouth and straightened up, just before Ben climaxed.

“What the fuck?” he growled as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t you wanna watch me fuck Mr. Cooper?” she asked.

God, that voice. She played the innocent schoolgirl so well. No wonder this chick was a fucking actress. Ben slumped back on the bed, his dick still rock hard as he watched Brittany slowly unbutton her shirt. Without a word, she took it off, throwing it down beside the bed. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, disposing of that too.

“Keep the skirt on,” Ben said gruffly, his hand curling around his cock. He began to slide his palm up and down the length of his girth. “Fuck him now. Facing me.”

Pushing her tiny skirt up, she straddled me, waiting as I slipped a condom over my rock-hard cock. “Oh yeah. God he feels so good,” she mumbled, rolling her nipples over her fingers as I slid myself inside her tight pussy.

Ben moved closer to us. He straightened up, kneeling on the bed in front of Brittany as she rode me. Did this turn him on, seeing me fuck his wife?

Because it sure as hell turned me on having him watch.

“Turn around,” he ordered her softly. She did, and now she was facing me. “I want him to watch as I finger you. I want him to watch me as I rub your clit.” Oh god. His hands moved toward her pussy as she grinded herself into me.

He dipped a finger inside of her, alongside my cock, his eyes firmly on me, making sure I was watching. As if I wouldn’t be watching. Brittany gasped as he began to rub her clit. A moan escaped from my mouth as his hand brushed past my cock.

“Do you like this, Brittany? Both of us fucking you?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she whimpered as she began to ride me faster.

“Move faster, Brittany,” he ordered, his finger slipping in and out of her with speed. I thrusted deep inside of her, my hands on her hips, pulling her toward me. “Make him come, Brittany. Milk his cock, you can do this,” he whispered in her ear.

Oh, god.

I groaned, the combination of the feel of her on me and the sound of his voice—his words incredibly arousing. I groaned again as I began to release inside of her.

“Yeah,” I gasped as I came, rocking her hips toward me and plunging deeper inside of her. I groaned again as I emptied.

Brittany whimpered as Ben’s fingers massaged her clit, his mouth on her neck as she began to come. “Yeah, oh that’s good,” she cried, pumping my dick as Ben’s fingers brought her to orgasm. “Oh yeah,” she breathed, her motion slowing down until she eventually stopped completely, lying back in Ben’s arms.

He lifted her off me, rolling her onto the bed, chuckling softly as he kissed her—lifting her up so she knelt on the bed, her ass in the air. Still hard, Ben slid his cock into her pussy as I lay there and watched. His eyes were on mine as he began to pound his length inside her, causing the occasional whimper or groan to escape from her mouth.

“You feel so wet, honey,” he muttered. He glanced back at me. “Touch yourself. Palm your cock.”