*It all started with a Royal Flush.*
Naomi grins at him like the Cheshire Cat.
*No one ever gets that hand. Ever. The odds are so slim. But somehow tonight Jake managed.*
Naomi, the girl he’s spent the last ten years spoiling, is no longer grinning at him.
She’d told him before he left that she was going to meet the girls. She’d been giddy with excitement all day. He’d said that was fine, he was playing poker with the boys.
*He should have seen the way they smirked at him. “Sky’s the limit,” is what Paul had said.*
He looks down at his knees. It’s the easiest thing to do. It’s bad enough hearing the laughter.
*He thought there was a chance to win big money. He thought Brad might even put his watch on the line.*
*He had been so very wrong.*
A hand grabs his chin and lifts his face.
“You’re missing the show,” Jake frowns as he holds Tim’s face firmly.
Tim tries but he can’t roll his eyes enough to avert his gaze. Naomi is dancing around on the rug. Paul, Brad and Liam are sitting on the sofa cheering her on.
She looks cheekily at Tim as she lets her unbuttoned shirt slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor in a pool of lilac silk.
Naomi is dancing on the rug. The boys cheer louder as her boobs bounce freely, her pink nipples hard despite the warmth of the room.
Tim wants to beg them to stop but he can’t speak: Jake’s boxers are wedged firmly in his mouth. He wants to look away but he can’t with Jake’s fingers gripping his cheeks. He wants to leave but he’s bound to the chair. This felt like some sick joke.
“Oops,” Naomi feigns embarrassment as her skirt drops to the floor. She’s now standing in nothing but a lace thong. The same lace thong Tim had bought her on their anniversary.
“Look at that ass,” Jake whispers. He’s topless.
Tim doesn’t want to look at her ass. He wants to go home.
“Hey, Liam. Let’s see it jiggle,” Jake calls over to the others.
Liam leaps up from his seat and stands behind Naomi. He’s in nothing but boxers and there’s already a tent at the front. Naomi pushes her ass out for him and he slaps his palm across her cheek.
“Fuck yeah,” Jake mutters as they watch her pale skin ripple.
“Jake,” Naomi says. Her eyes look wide and innocent as she stares at him. “I need help with these panties.”
Jake scoffs with delight and jumps to his feet, but not before giving Tim an encouraging whack on the back. He moves around the sofa and then falls to his knees, his hands caressing Naomi’s ass like he’s trying to memorise every detail.
Then his fingers slip under the elastic of the thong which he begins to peel from her skin.
She pushes her ass towards his face so now only he has a view of what’s between her legs.
“Boys,” he grins and shakes his head in disbelief. “You should see this pussy.”
The others watch on excitedly as Jake breathes in the scent of Naomi’s crotch. Tim can see from the heaviness of Jake’s eyelids that the sweetness of her pussy is drawing him in.
Tim looks up and sees Naomi smiling at him again. Then she flinches as Jake slaps her ass.
“Good girl,” he mutters as he stands behind her and allows his cargo shorts to fall to the floor. “Don’t you think it’s time you told Tim why you’re here?”
Naomi bites her lip. Jake drops his boxers.
“Go on,” Jake encourages, but he’s not looking at anyone in the room. He’s staring down at Naomi’s ass where his hand is beginning to move in a circular motion.
“I know about Mila,” she says as a strand of brown hair falls over her face.
*Fucking Mila.*
“Jake told me what you did.”
Tim looks at Jake who is grinning nastily. He’d always known he was a snake.
Tim tries to explain to Naomi about what happened. They’d only been together a few months. Surely it didn’t warrant this.
“Jake told me you fucked her. I figured if you were going to fuck my friend then I’d get to fuck yours.” She wasn’t smiling anymore. In fact, Tim didn’t know what the expression on her face was. She looked satisfied, but whether that was from the revenge or the fingers between her legs he didn’t know.
Liam, Paul and Brad were standing now, and none of them were wearing clothes. Tim watched as they circled Naomi like vultures, their stiff cocks swaying between their legs.
He tries to speak so he can end this. She doesn’t know the truth.
“Chill out, man,” Paul smirks. “You agreed, the sky was the limit.”
But he hadn’t agreed to this. He didn’t know his girlfriend was the prize.
No one paid his muffled grunts anymore notice. Liam and Brad took position by Naomi’s face and traded high fives as she took turns licking each of their cocks. Paul swapped places with Jake, and Tim saw his face disappear behind Naomi’s ass.
“Shame on you,” Jake wags his finger. He stands with his cock pointed at Tim’s face as he talks. “Hey, did anyone bring condoms?”
The boys all shake their heads. Naomi doesn’t respond. She’s not on birth control, she never fucks without a condom. Tim expects her to stop the whole thing but she doesn’t even flinch.
Jake crouches down, and as he does his cock slides against Tim’s leg. “She doesn’t seem to mind,” he smiles. “Doesn’t seem fair you being stuck in these clothes though.”
Tim shakes his head quickly but Jake takes no notice. He slides Tim’s shorts down past his knees and laughs mockingly at what he finds beneath.
“He’s rock hard,” he shouts and the others all stop and turn to look.
“Aw,” Naomi says around the cock stuffed in her mouth.
“Your boy’s a fucking cuck,” Brad taunts.
Jake grins at Tim, and in his eyes the malice is clear. He didn’t care about Naomi knowing the truth, he just wanted Tim to suffer.
Fingers wrap around the base of Tim’s cock.
*No.*
Jake tugs quickly, his gaze never leaving Tim’s face.
*No, no, no.*
Tim’s body shakes. He chokes on the fabric in his mouth as his legs twitch. He can hear the other’s laughing as his cock erupts, spraying rope after rope of hot cum.
Whilst he is still reeling from the orgasm Jake swipes the boxers from his mouth, uses them to mop up the mess, and then stuffs the salty fabric back in.
Jake leaves Tim and begins to move some furniture around. Soon Tim is facing an armchair, and then Naomi is being guided away from the rug. Jake takes his place in the chair and holds his cock into the air.
Paul and Brad grab Naomi’s legs and lift her up, positioning her over the dripping head of Jake’s curved cock.
They begin to lower her until her knees are resting on the arms of the chair.
Then she begins to lower herself until Jake’s balls are pressed against the folds of her pussy.
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