Lookalike Chapter 7 - This Is Your Fantasy?
They started off timid before Matthew stuck his tongue between Shawn’s lips. I heard Shawn whimper as Matthew groaned into his mouth. Matthew removed himself from between my legs and pressed Shawn to the wall. The cool stone made Shawn open his mouth to a brutally quick gasp. Matthew’s hands started to explore, lower and lower…
“Ah um,” I coughed somewhat awkwardly, feeling sidelined.
Matthew turned quickly, dropping Shawn from his arms and kissing me with reinvigorated ferocity. I moaned loudly as he began to mark my neck, his hands easily lifting me off the ground for claiming. Over his shoulder I stared into Shawn’s eyes.
Matthew started rubbing the tip of his dick against my anxiously anticipating hole. I shudder at the sensation, but don’t break eye contact with Shawn. His eyes were wild with hunger, his mouth slightly falling off its hinges in shock.
The world faltered into a state of slow motion. Shawn’s breathing matched the pace of my own. His eyes blinking in tune with mine.
Familiar crashed into the unknown as the sensation of being filled engulfed me in this state. I was drowning in it. Hands, sweat and gazes exchanged in a frenzy. My back met the cool wall in a jolt or adrenaline that made my hairs stand on end.
There they were. My husband and Shawn. Kissing. Curiosity and rage melted and then mixed into envy and lust. Matthew’s touch was pure electricity, his hips rotating ever so slightly with every mind numbing insertion. One of his hands was holding onto Shawn, muscles flexing as he groped his ass roughly.
His eyes fluttered between open and closed states as he shifted focus rapidly between both of us. All while never letting up his perfectly timed individualized pursuits. In this way we started to blend with the cacophony of pleasure around us. Self weaving into the dimly painted tapestry with ease.
Without even touching myself I felt my orgasm rising. Matthew’s rock hard body making my ass recoil in time with him.
“Stop.”
My voice got drowned out in the musical weaving surrounding us. I brought my hand forward. Squeezing Matthew’s chin to break their kiss and make him look at me. When he did, I slowed my breathing to a halt.
“Stop.”
“Oh my god babe I’m so sorry I didn’t realize something was wrong I just couldn’t hear over the music and,” he frantically searched for the right words.
“No, no it’s just… I almost came.”
He froze at my words. Then he turned his head to Shawn who held the same bewildered look in his eyes. In that moment it seemed that everyone was unsure of what to do next. The moans around us created the perfect cover as my pre cum sputtered out onto the floor.
I was the first to speak, hesitant and unsure. The perfect twisted reflect of what I had been previously.
“Let’s take this party home.”
Shawn stood for a moment as I began to walk away with Matthew in tow. My hand found my belt loops in the dim lighting and I hoisted my pants up as I turned to look at him.
“That includes you too.”
I touched his arm lightly as he shook himself out of a daze. Then I grabbed him gently and yanked him with us toward the exit.
Matthew fumbled with the keys in his excitement as the noises behind us faded into a dull background score. I reached for the driver side door without thinking and climbed in before he could protest.
“Why don’t you,” I pause.
“Why don’t you keep him company in the back?”
That high I was chasing intensified more and more as they touched. Every word I strung together was nothing but a jumble of uncertainty and confusion.
Our eyes locked. There was a question that neither of us dared to ask but both of us knew we should…. How far was this going to go?
Matthew opened the door to a mumbled thank you from Shawn. They both climbed in as I pulled up the directions to get home.
20 minutes. Just 20 minutes.
I heard a grunt from the back seat while placing my phone down and fixating my eyes on the road. Another grunt. Louder and so succinctly Matthew’s.
I glanced in the rearview mirror to see that Shawn’s hand was gripping Matthew’s erect member and gliding up and down in excruciatingly slow movements.
My view flashed between the road and Matthew bucking his hips into Shawn’s soft hands. Each glance inviting more and more precum.
Then I heard it. The sound of slurping. I looked first at the time to destination. Five minutes. Then I looked back at my husband. Matthew’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as he let out some of the loudest moans I’ve ever heard him make. Shawn’s eyes were closed as he easily took Matthew’s massive dick to the hilt.
I could tell Matthew was impressed as he pulled Shawn’s curly hair back into his taut fist. Fucking his throat carelessly in ways I know I couldn’t handle.
We arrived at our condo with the sound of Matthew screaming he was going to cum.
“Fuck, your throat. Shawn, your throat it’s so fucking.”
His eyes lit up and his chest rose roughly as he shot rope after rope down Shawn’s throat. Shawn accepted it all with a lift of his head and a lick of his lips.
“I’m gonna fuck your bubble butt,” I shifted the car into park as Matthew grabbed Shawn’s chin and answered the question of just how far he wanted to go.