Page 19 of The Third Wheel
As I took him deeper, relishing in the stretch of my lips, the weight of his cock on my tongue, I reached down, stroking my throbbing erection. If someone came upon us right now, they’dbe shocked at what we were doing on a public, though secluded, beach. That thought made my cock twitch. I moved forward, trying to force Colby deeper, moaning when the soft head of his cock bumped the back of my throat.
“God, you’re good at this,” Colby panted, his grip tightening in my hair as he thrust his hips forward, fucking my eager mouth. The sensation was intoxicating, the silky velvet of his skin sliding between my wet lips with the perfect amount of force.
“I’m close.” Colby’s body tensed as he neared the edge. His words only fueled my determination to bring him to climax, my orgasm building in tandem with his.
My heart raced as I continued pleasuring Colby, my need growing exponentially with every stroke of my cock. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, just waiting for Mira to take control once more.
“You going to come in my slut of a husband’s mouth?” Mira said.
“Fuck yeah,” Colby groaned, thrusting faster. I reached up and grabbed his ass, steadying myself as I tried to swallow him deeper. An eager whimper escaped my lips as I imagined tasting him. This was nothing like those blow jobs back in high school with Tom. This was deeper, lovelier — it was Colby. I ran my tongue down the ladder of piercings, loving how made him groan. The taste was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I was vaguely aware that they were kissing again, Colby moaning as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I could feel his ballstightening, sense the way his cock pulsed as his orgasm came close.
“I expect you to swallow every last drop,” my wife said, and with a strangled cry, I came, making a mess of my hand. Colby buried both hands in my hair and started outright skull fucking me, with no care for my comfort. And I fucking loved it, moaning as his cock entered my throat for the first time.
That was a level of dominance I hadn’t experienced before — the way he filled me up and owned my body made me shake in his arms. He pulled back a little as the first rush of cum spilled from his cock, and I sucked and licked him clean, drinking his cum down.
Colby shoved Mira down onto the blanket and started licking her pussy, and I grinned down at her as she writhed under his attention, leaning forward to share the taste of our lover’s cum with my wife.
“I love you,” I said.
Colby
The drive back toHazy Cove and my apartment was a silent battle against the hollowness in my chest. The camping trip had ended far too soon, and though I’d known in advance that we only had the weekend, it didn’t seem like enough.
Since Gunnar and Mira had ridden their bikes, I was left driving back to town alone, and my car felt empty after all the fun we’d had camping. And in that emptiness, the anxiety came crashing back.
Alone in my car, the night around me felt cold, indifferent, and it was hard not to wonder if it had meant anything. I had fallen deeper in love with Mira, but was she developing feelings for me, or was it all in my head? And I didn’t even know how to explain what had happened with Gunnar. I was pretty sure he was stillan asshole, but damn had he looked sexy with my cock stuffed down his throat.
And the man gave blow jobs like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
I craved something I couldn’t name, something deeper than orgasms and sweat-slicked skin. My heart raced with the memory of Mira’s moans and the bite of Gunnar’s grip on my flesh. It was fucked up, maybe. Wanting more from them—more than just the fucking.
My apartment loomed ahead, the familiar redbrick facade offering no solace as I parked and killed the engine. I trudged up the stairs, keys jangling in my shaky grasp. The door swung inwards, and the familiar scents hit me like a physical blow. Home. It should’ve been a relief, a place to sink into and let the day’s madness fade away. Instead, it was a prison of silence and shadows.
“Fuck.” I tossed my keys onto the counter. They clattered, the sound absurdly loud in the silence. No laughter greeted me, no warmth of a shared glance or lingering touch. Just empty space, echoing the void in my gut. And Gunnar and Mira wouldn’t be going through this — they were fine. They had each other. I flicked on the lights, half-hoping the brightness would chase away the loneliness. It didn’t.
I swore again, rubbing a hand over my face. The apartment mocked me with its neatness, its order. Nothing out of place—except for me.
With a restless energy gnawing at me, I kicked off my shoes and sank onto the couch, rubbing my hands over my face. This was insane. I could be away from them for a night. Hell, I would see Mira at work in less than twelve hours. And I didn’t know how that would go.
The lack of clear boundaries was the real problem. Could I shove Mira up against the bookshelves and kiss her, bury myself between her legs? Or did we have to go back to pretending we were just friends? The high of the trip, the rush of being wanted, needed—it was gone, leaving me stranded in this purgatory of half-lives and what-ifs.
And just like that, my phone buzzed to life, vibrating on the coffee table. I snatched it up, heart hammering, and saw Gunnar’s name flash across the screen.
Come over.
Might take a while. Need to shower and stuff.
I read over my reply before hitting send, not wanting to sound too eager. Before rushing to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes, and stepping into the shower. The water cascaded over me, washing away my lingering doubts with its warm embrace. This was happening. I was wanted.
I dried off, barely registering the towel against my skin. My body hummed with anticipation as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a fresh shirt, grabbing my keys and heading out the door. It feltlike the world was holding its breath, waiting to see what would unfold between us tonight.
Despite my text warning them I might not be there very soon, I arrived at Mira and Gunnar’s place in record time. My hands shook as I rang the doorbell, unsure of what I’d find beyond it. Gunnar answered in just a snug pair of boxer briefs, his face breaking into an easy smile when he saw me.
“Come on,” he said, without an explanation, leading me through the back hall that led to the bedroom.
Mira’s beautiful brown eyes locked onto mine, her sexy lips wrapped around Gunnar’s thick cock as she sucked his big, gorgeous cock. The heavy scent of their arousal filled the room, and I felt my own desire rise to match theirs.
