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Jack discovers Robby’s secret fantasy quite by accident.
He knows Robby like the back of his hand, better than he knows himself, and so he notices the differences. The things on Robby’s home page when Jack opened his favorite porn site, a quick glance at his browser history…middle aged blondes have never been Robby’s porn preference before. He hardly watches porn without Jack there, he’d prefer to just save it for Jack. But all of a sudden, he’s got a history of watching straight porn with middle aged blondes who tell their men what to do, sometimes with a second man involved?
And then there’s the way Robby has been blushing around Dana at work, like he’s got something to hide. Jack is obviously only there for shift change, during the last few minutes of the day, so he doesn’t see the whole picture, and can only imagine the way Robby’s blushing and stammering every time he looks at her. Dana gives him a few weird looks, and Jack files it quietly away.
So, Robby wants to fuck Dana, and he’s clearly guilty about it, for he hasn’t mentioned it once during sex with Jack. Jack can only imagine the kinds of guilty spirals he’s sent himself down in the process. Jack wonders how many times Robby has stripped his cock to that type of porn while Jack’s at work, guilty eyes shut, head thrown back, coming way too quick over his fist to the thought of Dana in their bed. Their bed.
Jack wonders if, in his fantasies, Jack is there or not. He searches himself and finds a truly startling lack of jealousy—only desire in his own right. Fuck yes, he wants to see Dana in their bed. Fuck yes, he wants to see her and Robby all over each other, he wants to know what she sounds like when she moans, how her skin looks glistening with the sweat of a good time, if she would keep her hair up or wear it down during sex, if she’s a quick comer…
Yeah, Jack is not jealous in the least. But he wishes Robby would fucking say something to him about it.
Jack thought they were past this. He thought they were past the guilt and the shame of secret fantasies, even if this fantasy, yes, does take the cake.
Jack thinks his husband of many years has a secret desire to sleep with their best friend, and Jack is not only not disgusted, he’s into it. He would wager a guess that given the right assurances, Dana would be into it too.
The only question is if Robby himself will be able to get over himself long enough to be into it, too.
So, Jack hatches a plan. He waits until Robby is post shift one evening, sleepy and his defenses down, sufficiently needy and horny with Jack there to take care of him. Jack coaxes to bed after his shower, reading with a flirty look in his eyes, no different from normal. Robby smiles gratefully at him.
“Do you mind if I record this?” Jack asks as he’s setting up; lube and towels and water for after.
Robby chuckles a little, forever mystified about why Jack wants to record them fucking—that is, until the times when he listens to Jack’s moans on replay and gets that little smirk on his face—but he shakes his head. “No, go ahead.”
Jack smiles and sets up his phone on the dresser, with a perfect view of the bed longwise, at a slight angle. He lays down and makes grabby hands at Robby until he’s being crushed into the bed with Robby’s heavy weight, sighing into each other’s mouths as their lips meet for the first time all day.
“Missed you,” Jack murmurs as Robby hums into his mouth, agreeing, softly descending to kiss his neck. He’s hungry and eager, yet thorough, willing to take his time. Jack lets him. Lulls him into a false sense of security. It’s easy. Robby just loves on him for a while, enjoying Jack’s body, and Jack prepares what to say in his head while stripping Robby of his clothes, wriggling out of his own, getting the lube…
Soon, he’s got Robby deep inside him, and he’s got Robby sighing into his neck with every thrust, every soft slap of skin, every humming moan Robby gives him. “That’s it, babe,” Jack pants, reminding himself not to get lost in this, that there are more important things on the agenda for tonight.
“Imagine something for me, brother,” Jack says, and Roby hums interest, always interested in Jack giving him a fantasy.
“Imagine Dana’s in bed with us,” Jack says, keeping his voice low and raspy and sensual, using the tone he uses that will always get Robby wild, he knows from experience.
Robby stills, panting and gasping for breath. His reaction is all Jack needs to know that he was right, that Robby really has been dreaming about this. He stammers, “What—”
“Just imagine it,” Jack insists, gripping the back of his neck. “If you were fucking her instead of me. If you’d just been eating her pussy, and then you fucked her, she’d be so wet with your saliva, she’d be a mess, and you’d be a mess because of the way you got her moaning, how wet she’d be.”
Jack squeezes the back of his neck, runs his hands across Robby’s shoulders. “I’d be right there, too, coaching you through it, whispering in your ear, teasing you…” He touches Robby’s back now, holding him, petting him, coaxing him back into movement.
Robby’s too hard and too close to care about the sudden addition of Dana in their minds’ eye as anything except hot, just the way Jack wanted it. “Jack,” he pants, like he’s trying to compensate for something.
“I know, baby, I know,” Jack whispers, getting Robby to kiss him, gasping the words into the air. Robby’s harder than ever, throbbing inside him. “Picture it. Close your eyes. Dana’s under you. You’re kissing her, you’re fucking her, she’s got her hands all over you. Can you feel how her nails bite you more than mine do?” Jack digs his nails into Robby’s shoulders, earning a sharp moan.
“Can you feel how wet her pussy is, how tight she’s squeezing you?” Jack clenches around him and throws his leg a little higher on Robby’s back, earning another deep moan. Robby’s cock is steadily throbbing inside him now. “Yeah, I know. She feels so good, doesn’t she?”
“Dana,” Robby whimpers, honest to god whimpers, and Jack grins brightly. Robby ducks his head to hide in Jack’s chest, kissing it lightly, mouthing at a nipple, which gives Jack the perfect opportunity.
“Can you feel how soft her tits are?” Jack whispers. “How warm and inviting she is? That smile, those eyes, all eager to welcome you in and take care of you? You can stare. You can suck them. It’s okay. She’s gonna take care of you.”
“Fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Robby whimpers, hips churning furiously inside him.
“Yes,” he hisses, holding Robby closer. He presses his lips to Robby’s ear, running his nails over Robby’s scalp, cradling him with his body. “She’s telling you that she wants you to come for her. That you feel so good inside her. That you’re going to make her come if you rub her just like that.”
Jack takes one of Robby’s hands and fumbles it around his cock, groaning when Robby’s fingers stutter for a moment, and he makes the motion of rubbing a clit more than stroking a cock. “Come for me, Robby,” Jack says, shoving his head back down. “Keep your eyes closed, picture her. Feel her.” Jack throws his head back as Robby makes him come, sending him over the edge with cries from them both.
Robby comes inside Jack long and hard, throbbing and pulsing longer than Jack can remember him doing in a long time. It’s deeply erotic, and it’s giving jack exactly what he wanted in every way. All he can do is whimper as Robby wrings every last bit of pleasure out of him.
The moment he's done coming, Robby lowers his head to the side, panting. And then he climbs off Jack, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Jack, his head in his hands.
“Hey, hey.” Jack goes to him. “Talk to me.”
Robby looks away, but lets Jack put his hands on his shoulders, rubbing in soft circles with his thumbs. “Robby, I know,” Jack says softly, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. He just dirty talked about it, he asked to film it, he brought this up—can’t Robby see how not a problem this is? But that’s not how his mind works, and Jack knows that. “I know how you feel about her, and I don’t mind. I like it.”
Robby’s shaking his head. “Brother, talk to me,” Jack emphasizes. “I know you want to sleep with her, I’ve known for weeks, I don’t see what the fucking problem is.”
“I have you,” Robby says, voice cracking, and finally, he’s talking. Jack breathes a sigh of relief. “I have you already. We’re—” He takes Jack’s hand, gesturing at their matching rings. “You’re the love of my life, you’re my best friend. You’re everything.” He looks at Jack with self disgust, with horror, with desperation. “How could I ever be so fucking selfish that I’d want—more?”
“I thought I taught you that your desires are not innately selfish, and ignoring and repressing them is only going to create more problems for you, not less,” Jack says, “but we’ll put a pin in that.” He settles his chin on Robby’s shoulder, giving him the closeness he needs but is denying himself. “She’s our best friend, too.”
Robby waves dismissively. “It’s different.”
“Of course it’s different, no two people are the same. No two relationships are the same. Of course it’s different, but it’s still true, brother. She’s our best friend, and even if she wasn’t, I still wouldn’t mind. Because I know you still love me. I know this has nothing at all to do with me, actually, or a lack of me, or a void, or—”
He gestures. “It has everything to do with her, and with you. And you still love me the same. And anyway, the idea that you don’t still find people hot when you’re married is fucking bogus, man. Baby.” He grabs Robby’s chin and makes him turn his head, make eye contact. “This is okay with me, you hear? I’m not mad. The only one who’s ashamed is you.”
Robby sighs. “I just don’t want you to think that—that you’re not enough.”
“I don’t,” Jack promises. “If anything, I find it fucking hot. I want to see her with us just as badly as you do.”
Robby raises his head and seems to slowly consider for the first time that Jack might be serious. He’s starting to blush again. “You do?”
“Yeah,” Jack growls softly. “Fuck yeah. Picturing you fucking someone else, getting to see what you look like fucking when I’m not distracted by how good I feel, when I can really see all of you and take it in, in a way I can’t with a video? And the fact that it’s Dana, too? You think I’ve never noticed how hot she is?” He smiles. “The two of you together might do me in, but it’d be a damn good way to go.”
Robby blinks. “You’re serious. You want to see that?”
“I’d record it,” Jack murmurs, “and pull up a chair.”
Robby is blushing brightly, so he hides in a kiss, pouring out gratitude he can’t voice, clearly.
“I’m sorry, still,” Robby whispers into his mouth, laced with guilt.
“I’m telling you, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Jack replies, their foreheads pressed together. “Nothing but pleasure, baby.” He gives Robby another peck, then: “Do you want me to make this happen?”
Robby blinks at him, still slow and sleepy post orgasm. “You really want it to? You want to watch me…sleep with her?”
“Yes,” Jack replies, stroking his hair, settling down to cuddle him. “I thought that was obvious. I do. Are you going to let me?”
Robby laughs, a little disbelieving. “Am I going to let my husband talk to our best friend and see if she wants to sleep with us? I…I don’t know. I never thought this would be more than a fantasy, man.”
Jack knows he might be moving a little fast for Robby, who tends to get spooked. That’s alright. “I’ll wait on it,” Jack promises, stroking his hair, encouraging him to shut his eyes. They’ve got time.
#
It’s going to take some more coaxing, but thankfully, Jack is good at that. He lets the topic drop for a week or two, and then he coaxes Robby into bed after another long shift, when Robby’s mind is empty and ready for molding.
“Come here, baby.” Jack pats the bed between his legs, getting the lube ready. “Come sit.”
Robby approaches a bit like a spooked deer—this is a vulnerable position he usually has trouble with, which is why Jack is proud of the way he sits between Jack’s legs without issue. “Look at this big cock,” Jack purrs, fondling Robby over his sweatpants. “Had a long day, huh? I know just what you need.” He kisses Robby’s neck and asks, “Take your hoodie off.”
Robby looks over his shoulder. “I’ll be cold.” Jack’s not sure he’s not pulling a line.
“I’ll keep you warm, sweetheart,” Jack purrs, laying it on thick, reaching back to strip off his own tshirt. “Lay back against me, come on. Just relax. Let me do this for you. Let yourself feel good.”
He fishes Robby’s cock out of his pants and slicks it up nice with lube, making his hips twitch into Jack’s hand. His head is now resting back against Jack’s shoulder, and he’s starting to relax. “There, look at that,” Jack purrs. “Look how hard you’re getting for me.” He reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens the recording from the other night, then lays it on Robby’s leg.
“Look at that,” Jack purrs, keeping his voice and his strokes even, even as Robby freezes up with realization. “Look at how hard you were fucking me when I brought her up.”
“Jack,” Robby protests, starting to squirm.
“Look,” Jack says, and watches the recording of Robby fucking him, skin slapping loudly in the video, his legs thrown over Robby’s shoulders, folded under his arms. They were so close, so intimate, moaning so loud together.
Jack can’t quite hear his own voice, since he was whispering in Robby’s ear, but he can hear Robby’s loud and breathless groans and watch the way his thrusts get sloppier.
“There, see that?” Jack whispers now. “That’s when I started talking about her pussy.” He’s getting hard against Robby’s back, but that’s not a priority.
He can feel Robby getting harder in his hand now.
“Jack,” Robby gasps, protests. “Lemme come.”
“No,” Jack says, still jerking him off rapidly…then stopping, taking his hand away and removing all sensation, and Robby sobs.
“Do you want me to beg?” Robby asks, knocking his head back onto Jack’s shoulder.
“No,” Jack says, kissing up his neck—with how close Robby is, he has to be careful. “I want you to admit it. How fucking bad you want her.”
“Wh-what?” Robby pants, still lost.
“Admit how bad you want to fuck her,” Jack says. “And I’ll let you come.” He goes back to jerking Robby off, slick and tight. “Come on, baby. Say it.”
“Jack,” Robby pants, hips twitching up again. “Jack.”
“Admit it to me,” Jack murmurs in his ear, his free hand on Robby’s chest to steady him.
“Fuck,” Robby sobs, blushing hard. When Jack goes to take his hand away again, Robby stammers, “Okay, I want to fuck her, Jack, I want to so fucking bad, it’s all I can think about.” He looks even more ashamed now that it’s out, but Jack smiles gleefully and kisses his cheek, stroking him harder.
“What a good boy,” he purrs. “You want to fuck her? You want to feel how tight she must be?”
Robby nods, lips sealed now. That’s okay. Jack got what he asked for. “You want to taste her pussy?” Jack murmurs. “You want to see it swallowing up your fingers?”
Robby groans again, lolling his head. Jack squeezes his cock, humming, lips parted. “You’re so fucking hard for her, look at that.”
“I’m so hard because you’re touching me.”
Jack chuckles. “You’re sweet, but don’t pretend this is all for me. Just imagine how good it’s going to feel when you sink inside of her.” He squeezes Robby’s cock again.
Robby gasps, turning bright red. “Fuck. What about you?”
“Me?” Jack shrugs. “I’ll be filming. I’ll be watching you. I might kiss her. I might kiss you, unless your mouth is occupied.” He grins. “I’ll be having a good time, babe, don’t worry about that. Now, I want you to come for me.”
He makes up for all the teasing and edging with several long seconds of bliss. Robby forgives him, but his desire for Dana only increases.
#
“Can I talk to you for a sec? In private?” Jack asks under muttered breath nudging Dana’s shoulder. It’s handover, and Robby is in the middle of a trauma, a good teaching case, assuring Jack and Dana he had it handled. The rest of the floor is surprisingly quiet, leaving Jack free to talk to her for a few minutes.
“Yeah,” she says, stepping into the hall with him, seeing the serious look on his face.
“How was your day?”
She scoffs, though fond, a smile tugging at her lips. “You pulled me aside to ask how my day was?”
“Just checking in first,” Jack says, pulling her into a hug that she clearly desperately needs. She relaxes in his arms, reminding him of just how small she is next to him, certainly next to Robby. The thought makes him slightly dizzy as he pictures them together once again.
“My day was the same as every other day in this place,” she says, “and what did you want to know?”
“I got something to clear with you,” he says, letting her go and rubbing his hands together. “Keep an open mind.”
Jack explains it to her. Robby’s secret desire, Jack’s blessing and open interest in it—interest proved by the fact that he’s the one here explaining this—and how they would both love to see her in their bedroom. She takes it with a curious frown of interest, arms crossed, her true intent unreadable.
Her first question is, “Why didn’t he ask me himself?” Their eyes dart over to Robby in the trauma bay across the department from them, calmly delivering instructions and orders.
“He’s shy,” Jack offers. “And ashamed, you know how he gets. We’re still working on it. But let me worry about that.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but I don’t exactly believe you.”
Jack expected she might say that, and he pulls out his phone to show her the recording he took the other night, when Robby was fucking hum hard and fast because of Jack talking about her. Jack pulls her to the side in relative privacy to let her listen and watch as Jack drove Robby crazy with dirty talk about Dana. Dana slowly turns flustered, shocked, mouth slightly open.
Jack takes his phone back with a triumphant smirk. That recording served many purposes. “Would that be something you’re ever interested in?”
She chews her lip for a contemplative moment. “Yes.”
An opening. Okay. That’s good. “Yes?” Jack pokes.
“Someone’s excited for it,” she laughs, shoving at his arm. “Yes. I, uh, yes.”
Jack grins. “Are you actually speechless?”
“It sounds fun. Yes. Won’t pretend I’ve never thought about it before, being in bed with you two.” She smiles a little differently now. More real. More tender. “Thank you, honey. I’m honored.”
Jack pulls her into another hug, more excited and grateful than he can say. He can’t wait to break the good news to Robby.
#
The night Dana is set to come over, Robby has been pacing for what feels like hours. Jack wants to tell him to sit down, he’s making even Jack nervous.
But when the doorbell rings, he goes abruptly still, like a deer in the headlights. He looks a mixture of things; vaguely sick, still ashamed of himself, nervous enough to throw up, quiet, and maybe somewhere underneath all that, excitement. Yet he still looks like he might call this whole thing off at any moment, so Jack intends to get Dana in the door before Robby has the chance to change his mind.
Jack opens the door, sending Robby to the bedroom. Robby looks relieved to have one last moment alone to compose himself, to prepare. Jack greets Dana with a hug. She’s wearing soft, comfortable, casual clothes, with an overnight bag strung over her shoulders. Jack wonders if she spent long figuring out what to wear. What’s been going through her mind all day.
“Hey,” Jack says, smiling at her. “Thanks for agreeing to this.”
“I told you, it’s not charity,” she says, tucking her sunglasses into her shirt. “It’s interest.”
“You need to tell him that,” Jack says, jerking his head towards the bedroom, starting to head there. “He’s still tying himself up in knots.”
“Well, then, it’s our job to unwind them, isn’t it?” she says with a smirk.
Jack grins. “You pick things up fast.”
Dana leads the way there. Robby is standing stiffly near the bed with his hands folded, a sad smile on his face. Dana goes to him, smiling up at him. “Hey, Robby.”
“Hey. Thanks for being here, for doing this,” Robby says. “That…sounds so inadequate for this, but—”
She gently cups his cheek, a careful, exploratory touch. “I told Jack, I’ll tell you,” she says, “I want this too. I’m not doing this just out of the goodness of my heart. Do you think I have the patience to be a saint off shift?”
“Yes, I think you can’t help but be kind wherever you go,” Robby says, kissing the back of her hand. She rolls her eyes.
“You don’t need to flatter me, I’ve already agreed to let you get into my pants,” she says, all matter of fact, as though it doesn’t have Robby blushing beet red. “I’m here because I want to be. Jack talked you up pretty good. Said you’ve been wanting this.”
Robby takes on that guilty look again, and Dana sighs. “This is okay to want, honey.” It’s something she’s called him, Jack, hell, all of them before, it’s not too crazy. But in this context…
Robby still looks at Jack. Dana looks at Jack, too, finding approval on his face.
“And you’re sure you don’t mind me here?” Jack asks, checking for consent from Dana one last time. “Seeing…all of you?”
She scoffs like that’s a silly idea. Between her and Jack, Jack pities him a little. It's true, she has no shame. “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she promises, pulling him close for a kiss on the cheek.
Jack takes a seat near the bed, getting settled, excitement rising in his heart.
Robby turns his head to kiss Dana’s palm on his cheek, softly putting one hand on her waist. “Can I kiss you?” he husks, in a tone that reminds Jack of the way Robby first asked him that a long time ago. “Is that okay?”
“More than okay,” she promises, and leans in herself. They’re quiet as their lips meet for the first time, gentle and careful, eyes fluttering shut. Their long eyelashes take Jack’s breath away.
He’s never watched Robby kiss someone else and felt this breathtaking he’s so beautiful rather than burning jealousy, and anyway, it’s been a very long time since he’s watched Robby kiss someone else. But just getting to watch him, the bliss on his face, the way he moves, the first soft sigh he lets out, is a privilege. He’s gorgeous, plain and simple.
Jack leans back and settles in to wait, to just watch them with no expectations, trying to curb his excitement. Their soft kiss turns more heated after a moment, and Dana, still leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss Robby while Robby’s craning down to reach her, sits on the edge of the bed. The bed Robby made neat and meticulous, wanting it to look perfect for her.
Right now, Jack just wants to see it messy. Dana pulls back and asks Robby, “Do you mind if I take some clothes off, honey?” She pours a bit more sugar into her voice, coaxing. Robby’s face is bright red.
“No,” he rasps, standing stupid for a moment, watching her take off her shirt and pop the button on her pants.
Her bra underneath is plain yet lacy, and Jack would wager anything she wore that today just to watch Robby choke, his braincells rapidly melting out of his ears. Jack grins, watching her get out of her jeans, her shoes, sitting on the bed still.
“Come on, if you’re serious about this,” she says, spurring Robby into movement. “I don’t want to be the only one showing skin.”
Robby fumbles his sweater off, hands shaking on the zipper of his pants. He’s insecure enough sometimes to want to keep his shirt on with Jack, or to think twice before stripping completely, but right now, he seems so overwhelmed by Dana that he’s not thinking about it. He sits down on the bed beside Dana to take off his pants, and Dana puts a hand on his shoulder, softly leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder. She licks her lips, looking like she wants to kiss his neck. Jack wishes she would.
“Look at how hard you are,” Jack murmurs, hardly aware of his own words, getting just as caught up in this moment, too. Robby’s tenting his boxers something obscene. “You see how big he is, Dana?”
“Jack,” Robby hisses, embarrassed more than anything, as if that doesn’t make Jack want to tease him more.
“Yes,” Dana says, resting a hand on Robby’s knee, tracing soft circles with her nails. “You take that all the time?”
“Takes practice,” Jack says with a grin, chin in his hand. “You interested?”
Robby’s still blushing like a fire truck, and Dana seems to be loving it just as much. “If he is,” she murmurs, looking at it. Robby shakes his head, still blushing, and finally gets his pants off, turning back to Dana.
“Please,” he pants, already out of breath, red down his chest, “will you let me taste you? Please?”
“Get me naked first, how about that?” Dana’s a natural at this, at bringing Robby out of his shell, knowing exactly the right things to say to do so. She smiles and starts to lay back in bed.
Robby is so careful as he turns to hold himself up above her, so gentle as he reaches behind her to unclip her bra, hesitating, licking his lips, keeping his hand carefully on the sheets beside her.
“You can touch me, sweetheart. It’s okay,” Dana says, putting one hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer, with a reassuring smile. She captures his mouth in another kiss, letting Jack see the way her tongue dips into his mouth, making him moan and softly whimper into the air. Dana shrugs out of the bra Robby undid.
She takes one of his hands and places it gently on her tits, squeezing his hand over it. Robby’s hips jerk, and he gasps into her mouth, earning a chuckle. “You want to taste me?” she utters, almost too soft for Jack to hear. Robby nods. “Then taste me.” She puts one hand on his head and shoves him down her body, towards her pussy, opening her legs into a butterfly, spread to the side to let Jack see.
Robby puts his chest to the bed. “Would you like something, hon?” Dana asks. “While you’re doing that? I can’t reach your dick from here, but—”
“Don’t worry about me,” Robby says with a shake of the head, curling his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulling her close, nuzzling into her soft blue underwear. "You're so beautiful." He inhales her deeply, with a needy groan, the first sign of real passion he’s let free. The sound makes Jack hotter all over. He’s heard that sound hundreds of times, but it never gets old. Robby, getting lost in sex and his own desire, never gets old.
Robby spends what feels like an eternity just nuzzling Dana’s underwear while she squirms, stroking his hair. Robby is teasing himself, giving her little kitten licks over her panties, but they all want more. Jack knows this, right here, is Robby’s main fantasy.
Getting to taste Dana’s sweet pussy. Jack wonders just how long he’s been dreaming about this, how long he’s been nursing that quiet guilt, how long he thought this would never happen, would always stay a fantasy…versus now, Dana’s body real and warm under his hands, his eyes, nearly naked and so inviting.
Jack definitely wouldn’t say no to getting his own mouth on her, but he curbs his impatience for now, watching Robby teeter on the edge of giving in.
“Taste her,” Jack is close to begging, himself. “We’re all dying for it. Stop denying yourself, baby. Taste her. Make her come.”
Robby looks up at Dana for permission, for approval, for praise, and she tucks her thumbs into the edges of her underwear. “Do it,” she breathes, getting more and more breathy and lost. Robby yanks them down without another word, groaning softly at her scent, licking a stripe up her inner thigh for her taste. And then he dives in, eyes fluttering shut as he gets a good taste of her pussy, and his needy whimper lives in Jack’s ear. Jack’s getting hard from this, of course he is, and he's struggling not to touch himself as he watches Robby really go for it, diving his tongue inside, licking over her clit.
Soon, he's pulling Dana close enough that Jack can't see what his mouth is doing, but his imagination takes care of it, paired with the way Dana moans and arches her back. Jack licks his lips, staring at the sweat dripping down her tits, her stomach, warm and glowing gold in the lamplight. Her chest is heaving for breath, squirming with her eyes closed as Robby does something good with his tongue. Jack knows all too well how good that tongue is, how talented he can be.
Jack doesn't realize he's saying those words out loud until Robby and Dana moan together. Jack gives in and reaches into his pants to grip himself, softly stroking. Dana looks over once, briefly, but Robby has her too overwhelmed to do anything else.
Robby doesn't come up for air, keeping his hands around her thighs, eyes shut in concentration as he eats like Dana's his last meal. Jack can imagine how soaked his beard is getting, how good his moans must feel on her pussy. All too soon, she's shaking apart and coming with her back arched, one fist tightly clenched in his hair, the same way Jack has gripped his hair hundreds of times during a toe curling blowjob. Robby moans as Dana comes against his slick mouth, continuing to lazily make out with her as she finishes. He's still in his boxers, humping the mattress. Fuck.
Jack lets his hand get faster around his cock, not the slightest bit embarrassed. Robby sits up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, climbing up to kiss her, deeply with tongue. She's still gasping for air, but she licks into his red mouth eagerly, arms thrown around his neck, thighs spread to make room for him. They're fucking gorgeous together, and Robby's face is a mess, he looks obscene.
And then Robby's flopping onto his back, hands still on Dana's hips. “Sit on my face, please,” Robby begs. “I can’t get deep enough without it, I need to feel you on me like this.” That makes both Jack and Dana moan. Robby's voice is so raspy, so desperate.
Dana scrambles up onto his mouth, sitting down heavily, no hint of hovering. Robby still grips her thighs tightly and pulls her down, moaning into her pussy as she smothers him again, rocking her hips.
Jack finds his voice. "How does that feel?"
"Fuck, so good," Dana gasps, throwing her head back, exposing the long line of her neck. "He's so...eager."
"Yeah, he gets that way when he gets to use his mouth," Jack rasps, still jerking himself in his pants, all his clothes still on.
Dana looks over at him and says, "Why don't you make yourself more comfortable, get some clothes- fuck, clothes off. I know you don't have any modesty problems." She reaches out towards him, and Jack takes his hand out of his pants, whipping off his tshirt, sighing at the relief of cool air on his chest, and goes over to kiss her like she's asking. She's so warm, so welcoming, moaning into his mouth and offering him sweet little gasps as Robby works his tongue inside her.
"You two look like a fucking wet dream," Jack mumbles into her lips, hands on her shoulders. "Like sin. Better."
"Fuck, he's gonna make me," Dana gasps, gripping his forearm, "make me- come again."
"Do it," Jack says, kissing her shoulder, her neck, perched on the edge of the bed beside her. He was determined to just stay in his chair and watch, try to let them pretend he wasn't here, but he can't help this. He doesn't know how he ever expected to resist this.
Dana shakes apart a second time, moaning out Robby's name, eyes shut, one hand on his hairy stomach. Jack pulls out of the kiss with her and notices only then that Robby's got a hand shoved in his boxers, furiously jerking himself off as he eats her out with one hand holding her up on his mouth. Jack can see his jaw working, can see how wet and filthy his beard is, can hear him moaning so greedily as Dana squirts over his face.
"Fucking hell, Dana," Jack murmurs, and takes Robby's hand out of his boxers and into his own. "Don't come yet, baby. Save it for her, don't come over your own hand, you'd never forgive yourself." Jack goes back to his chair to strip down as Dana finally climbs off Robby's mouth, settling on top of him to kiss him languidly.
Robby looks a little dazed, taking air back into his lungs, brown eyes almost black with lust. "You taste so good," he whispers, reverent, as Dana's licking up every bit of it from his swollen red lips. "Thank you." His big hands sweep over her back gently. Jack wants, in a rush, to feel those hands on his own back, but he reminds himself that he's felt them there a thousand times before. He can wait his turn this time.
"You're welcome, honey," she laughs, kissing him again. "What about you?" She reaches down to fondle his dick over his boxers, making him cry out, making his hips jerk. "This big cock's gone ignored. I'm as wet as you're going to get me. Would you like to fuck me?"
"I can?" Robby breathes, like it truthfully hadn't occurred to him as a possibility. His fingers trace down her legs, bending and arching to reach her pussy, tracing the wetness on the outside. He sinks two in; Jack thinks it's two; making Dana moan.
"Yes," she gasps, kissing him again, working Robby's boxers down to slowly jerk him off while he fingers her. They get lost in each other a long moment, kissing and breathing together, and then Dana gets fed up with waiting.
She flips them over so she's on her back, Robby above her, holding himself up. "Get down here," she snaps, one leg around his waist, one arm around his shoulders, "and fuck me." She widens her legs, making it simple and easy. Robby lowers his face into her neck, kissing her there, while he ruts against her pussy. Jack watches their bodies move greedily, still working his own cock. He's naked now, prosthetic off, happy.
"Here," Dana says, pulling Robby's face from her neck to her tits, letting him rest it between them, pillowed gently there. "Fuck me, honey. Show me what you can do with that big dick, if it's as good as Jack says." She wraps him up tight in her arms and kisses his hair, rocking her own hips. Robby gasps, muffled into her tits, and starts to move.
He's slow, gentle, careful not to hurt her the same way he is with Jack, but Jack can tell Dana doesn't like that for long. "Fuck me like you mean it," Dana demands. "You've been fantasizing, yeah? Show me."
Robby rocks his hips back, fucking her harder, moaning with his red face still buried in her tits. "That's it, better, good boy," Dana gasps, picking up on Robby's penchant for praise, earning another needy moan from his lips. This is so hot, so fucking hot, Jack can't stand it, stripping his cock furiously.
Dana looks over with a lustdrunk look in her eyes as Robby rails her into the bed, one arm fumbling between their bodies to rub her clit. "Fucking gorgeous," Jack breathes, chest tight, close to coming, trying to hold on for Robby.
She bites her lip, keeping eye contact with Jack a few more moments as Robby makes the mattress squeak. And then, "Come for me, sweet boy," Dana murmurs, holding Robby tighter. "I want to feel it." She throws her head back, arching her back with another moan as Robby makes her come, rubbing his slick fingers over her fat clit, out of Jack's sight but easy to imagine. Robby groans the loudest of all as he shakes, hips juddering into her pussy, needy and indulgent, selfish for the first time. He loves to be of service in bed, loves using his greedy mouth, but what man doesn't love coming inside a hot, wet hole that's hugging him nice and tight?
Jack's cock throbs in sympathy, wondering fleetingly if he could ever get Dana on his cock, as he comes into his fist. The three of them are gasping and moaning for a long, glorious several seconds, Jack's world spinning. Jack sees stars, not sure what sounds he makes, determined though he is to keep quiet. He wrings every drop out of himself, trying to keep his eyes open to watch the way Robby thrusts like he'll die if he stops. He finishes coming and continues to hide in Dana's chest, arms around her back, propping her up.
Jack pants, "Fuck. I'll get the water." Let them have a moment alone. They don't protest as he grabs his crutch and heads to the bathroom, legs still shaky. He cleans himself up, washes his hands, looking at his fucked out expression in the mirror--and he didn't even get fucked.
While he gets the water and towels, he peeks his head out, watching them cuddle up together. They look exhausted but happy, shiny with sweat, soft smiles on their faces. Robby's head is still pillowed on her chest while she lightly pulls at his hair, and he turns to kiss her stomach.
"Was that everything you wanted?" Dana asks, soft but firm.
"Yes," Robby rasps, his voice completely fucked out. "I don't know how to...just...thank you."
Dana laughs and kisses his hair. "The first of many, sweetheart. It was my pleasure. You made me come three times."
Jack smiles, watching them both, his heart aching. He lingers in the bathroom a few moments longer than necessary, letting them indulge in each other.
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One morning a few days later, Robby comes to rouse Jack from bed to ask him to shower with him before he has to go to work.
Jack was thankfully off last night, so he was looking forward to sleeping in, but he’ll go back to bed after Robby leaves. Like hell Jack will miss out on a chance to shower with him—especially when he sees that soft, needy look in Robby’s brown eyes.
“What do you want in the shower, handsome?” Jack whispers, kissing his cheek.
Robby bites his lip, eyes cast down. “Can you talk to me about…”
Jack knows without him having to say it. He wonders how long it’s been replaying on Robby’s mind. “About Dana?”
Robby nods, still biting his lip.
Jack grins. “Baby, I’d be happy to. Come on. I’ll jerk you off in the shower.” Robby steps closer, and Jack puts a finger up. “Only,” he emphasizes, “if you tell Dana what you’re thinking about when you go in today.”
Robby’s blushing harder, but he nods. “What if she…wants to do something about it?”
“Then do it, cowboy,” Jack says with a wink. “Woo the lady. If she’s willing to let you get lucky, you don’t dare turn that shit down. You got my blessing to do whatever, whenever with her. Now, come on, get in there. Get clean while we’re getting dirty.” He slaps Robby’s shoulder and gives him a little shove.
As Jack herds Robby into the shower, Jack is already looking forward to the next time they can get Dana in their bed. This is the best idea Robby’s ever had.