"Fuck.."

His hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, matching the rhythm to your thrusts. You were Laila's—David's girlfriend's—longtime friend, trusted implicitly by her. David himself was in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, he’d never expected to discover such a kink for watching his girl get fucked by someone else; but here he was, moaning through gritted teeth while jerking off.

"Will you be my partner in a cuckolding session?" Laila had asked you one day out of the blue.

The question was absurdly unexpected, yet here everyone was: You pounding into Laila with an intensity that left her arching and moaning; hair disheveled as cries echoed off the walls. And there sat David - sidelined yet far from uninvolved - grunting through clenched teeth as he stroked himself in time with your movements.

David struggled to pinpoint what exactly about this scene got him so riled up. Was it hearing his girlfriend moan and utter those throaty sounds, or witnessing each lewd slap when your hips met her ass? Perhaps seeing how perfectly you filled her up.. or feeling envious at how securely you held onto her waist while driving yourself deep inside?

Or maybe... maybe it wasn't just about watching anymore... What if he wanted to swap places with Laila? To feel what she's experiencing.. all at your mercy..

Wait.. what?

"Yeah..." He exhaled shakily, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "That was... really hot." His hands fidgeted in his lap as he tried to find the words. "I didn't expect it, y'know? Watching you with her..."

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. "It just got me so worked up," he mumbled. "I never thought... I mean, I always knew I was into girls and all, but watching you like that..." He trailed off, biting his lip as a flush crawled up his neck.

"You want to try sometime?" You asked him gently. "Maybe with me? Just... pretending or whatever?" It was a delicate subject, but one you felt needed addressing.

"I..." He hesitated, cheeks darkening even further. "Maybe... I mean, it's just been so boring lately with her. We don't have anything in common, and we never really seem to click. It's like I'm just stuck with her." His voice cracked on the last word, and he looked away again, rubbing his eye roughly. "I don't know. It's just... weird, you know? Watching you with her, wanting to be with you..."

He glanced at you then, searching your face for any hint of judgment or mockery. But all he saw was sincerity and curiosity. And something else... something that made him shiver inside. "Can I think about it?" he asked, voice barely a whisper. "Just... give me some time to process this?"

You nodded slowly. "Of course, man,"

David's heart raced at the thought of what you might mean. His cock already hardened at the idea that he could be with you like this, without Laila around to judge him or make things awkward. He hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, his gaze locked on your hand as it moved slowly up and down over his thigh.

"I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," he breathed. "We shouldn't..." But even as he spoke, he found himself growing more aroused by the thought of being with you like this. Of exploring these new desires and discovering what they meant for him and his relationship with Laila.

Slowly, hesitantly, he placed a trembling hand on top of yours where it rested on his lap.

David swallowed hard as he stared at the hand now resting on top of yours. It was true; Laila had brought them here, had put him in this situation. And despite his confusion and uncertainty about everything, a part of him wanted nothing more than to explore these new desires with you.

Slowly, carefully, he began moving your hand up and down over his cock through his pants. The sensation was almost too much; he'd been so aroused since watching you fuck Laila that it only took a moment for him to start groaning into the back of his hand. He glanced around, half-expecting Laila to magically appear and ruin this for them, but she was still fast asleep in her room.

"That feels so good," he panted, closing his eyes as you continued to stroke him. "I've never... I mean, not like this..."

David nodded shakily, his heart racing as he listened to your instructions. He was still hesitant, but there was something about the way you made it sound so easy... so natural. Maybe this was what he needed after all. With trembling fingers, he undid the buttons of his jeans and pushed them down his hips along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock to you both.

"There," he whispered, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement as he sat there naked in front of you. "I... I don't know what comes next." He glanced over at Laila again, but she still showed no signs of waking up.

Your smile was reassuring as you took his hand and led him further into the living room, towards the couch. "We just have to be patient," you said gently, sitting down and pulling him onto your lap.

David let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut at the touch of your hand on his ass. "No," he whispered hoarsely. "I mean... not really." He'd never thought about it before; Laila had never seemed interested in that part of him. But with you touching him like this, so possessively and confidently, it felt strange but incredibly arousing at the same time.

He arched his back into your touch, moaning softly as you squeezed and massaged his cheeks. "It feels... good," he managed to choke out between gasps for air. His cock was rock hard in your lap now, leaking precum onto the couch beneath him.

"You like that, huh?" You teased, rubbing circles on his firm globes. "You want more of this?"

David blushed crimson at the intimate touch of your lips against his cheek. He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out; he was too lost in the sensations you were creating. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on what position he wanted.

"I... I don't know," he managed finally. "Something... new?" His voice sounded hoarse and needy even to his own ears. He had never experienced anything like this before; the desire to be with someone else so intensely that it made him lose control of himself. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but he couldn't bring himself to want anything else.

You smiled knowingly, your fingers still stroking his ass through his boxers. "Well," you murmured against his ear, "I think it's time we tried the doggy style position."

David let out a shaky breath as he felt the head of your cock press against his entrance. He was nervous and tense at first, unsure if it would hurt or not, but you were so gentle with him that he soon relaxed into it. You pushed slowly inside, inch by slow inch, and David gasped as you filled him up for the very first time. It felt strange at first, so different from how Laila was when she took him from behind, but also intensely arousing.

"It's... it's okay," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Keep going..." He reached back, gripping the couch tightly as you began to thrust into him in slow, steady strokes. The friction against his prostate was incredible, sending shudders of pleasure through his body.

"Oh fuck,"

The words sent a shiver down his spine; they were almost too much. He couldn't help but arch his back further into your thrusts, moaning loudly as you filled him up completely with each stroke. The way you moved was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and it felt incredible.

"Oh God," he groaned, his hips beginning to move in time with yours. "Don't... don't stop..." He reached back between your bodies, touching himself roughly as you fucked him harder and faster. The sensation of being filled by you, of being wanted and desired like this... it was more than he could handle.

His orgasm hit him suddenly, unexpectedly, and he cried out loudly as his entire body convulsed around your cock.

After the intense orgasm subsided, leaving him shuddering and spent on the couch, David looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes. Your lips were pressed against his cheek, and your warm breath tickled his ear as he breathed. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him; something deeper than he had ever experienced before.

"I... I don't know," he whispered hoarsely, struggling to find the words. "It just felt so good." His fingers traced light circles on your thigh, feeling the warmth and strength of your leg beneath his touch. "And you were so gentle with me... it made all the difference."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. "Maybe... maybe we could do this again sometime?"

The offer of cuddling made David's cheeks flush even deeper red. He wasn't used to being treated so tenderly; Laila had never been one for affectionate gestures like that. But with you, it felt... right. Natural. "I'd like that," he murmured softly, nestling his head against your chest as you wrapped an arm around him and drew him closer.

He sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of your body seep into his own. "Thank you for tonight," he whispered, a note of sincerity in his voice that surprised even himself. "It meant more than you'll ever know."

David snuggled deeper into your embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The warmth of your skin, the steady rhythm of your breathing... it all lulled him into a peaceful slumber. In this moment, he didn't want anything more than to stay like this forever; safe and loved and wanted by you.

As sleep claimed him, his dreams were filled with vivid images of the night's events: your strong hands on his body, your lips against his skin... the way it felt to be inside you, to be a part of something so intimate and incredible. He wasn't sure where this newfound desire came from or what it meant for him and Laila, but for now, he would cherish every memory and savor every moment with you.

David's eyes snapped open at the sound of Laila's voice, his heart racing in his chest. He had completely forgotten about her being asleep in the other room; now he was sure she'd heard everything that happened last night. Panic rose up inside him like bile, and he tried to scramble away from you, but your arms held him tightly, refusing to let him go.

"Hey," you murmured sleepily, your voice rough with exhaustion. "What's going on?" You propped yourself up on one elbow, glancing around the room before focusing on the doorway where Laila stood, her face a mask of fury and hurt.

"You... you two..." she sputtered, pointing an accusatory finger at David. "What have you done?"