Ok but hear me out... Reader wearing The Strap for Carol and Dave feeling Some Type of Way watching his wifey get railed by the girl next door👀
anon...babe..you GET IT!!!
uhhhh I wrote a lil somethin something i hope you enjoy
Warnings: wlw sex, smut, voyeurism, sort of cuckolding, polyamory, sex with a strap-on, poorly described sex im sorry you guys. Basically Dave comes home to you railing his wife but yall are in a mutual relationship so its NOT cheating. also the girls are at their grandma’s house dont worry we have class here.
put a dave york gif cause i couldnt find anything good for carol of the top of my head srry.
Dave gets home late to the sounds of his wife crying out and he is absolutely s h o c k e d at the sight that greets him.
When Carol said you two were having a "girl’s night" he really didn't imagine this. He assumed it would be wine, a nice rented movie that the you both had been meaning to sit down and watch (Carol was an avid Sci-Fi fan) and perhaps some tipsy kisses and sneaking hands before the pair of you fell asleep together. He knew how tired you both had been lately. He knew the girls had been running Carol ragged for the past week and you told him yourself your own job hadn’t been a saving grace this quarter.
But what he came home to was much sweeter to see.
The dress carol wore was bunched up to her waist and tugged down beneath her chest so he could see her tits, covered in bite marks given by you, bounce every time your hips snap against hers. The lipstick she applied to meticulously before was smeared, red smudges cover your own lips as well but neither of you seem to care as Carol tugs you down for another heated kiss.
He should probably say something. Do something. He'd been standing in the hall for the better part of five minutes now but neither one of you noticed him, nor did he expect you to. The pair of you were too wrapped up in each other, moaning muffled profanity and praise into each others skin while you brought his wife closer and closer to paradise with each harsh thrust of your hips.
"Fuck." Her voice shook and she dug her nails into your back with a shameless cry. Carol let her head dip back and face her husband perfectly, but her eyes fluttered shut as you continued to fuck her so his presence was yet to be acknowledged. "I can't-it's too-"
"Too much?" your voice is almost mocking her. Your hand moves from gripping her hip to hiking her leg higher around you, before pulling out of her glistening cunt tauntingly slow and thrusting back in with such an obscene noise that Dave knew he wouldn't forget it.
Not the way she cried out your name as you did.
He finally found his voice, ever confident and smug when he spoke.
"Oh honey, I thought you liked too much?"
Her eyes opened at the voice of her husband, watching her, half dressed and mewling your name like mantra. Her back arched off the couch and his sweet Carolina cried out a frantic "David!" as she came around you.
Her legs were still shaking as Dave loosened his tie and set his briefcase down on the counter.
“You two have a fun girl’s night, I assume?”
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