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Friday nights meant a few too many drinks with Shane and Harvey. Sitting in one of the back booths, Marion found herself a little past toasty pressed against her husband and intently arguing with Shane.
“Yoba gave you a brain for a reason! Think with it!” Marion pointed at him, eyes wide.
He rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his beer. “It’s just sex, Mar, these dudes don’t want a relationship.”
“Yeah, but it seems like you do.” Harvey patiently remarked.
“I’m just up for whatever, man.” He shrugged. “Plus, it’s not like I’m having great luck with women either, I’m just taking it all as an experience.”
“Sounds like a big spoonful of cope, dude.” Marion leaned back in the booth, looking around to see that they were the last people left in the joint.
“We should get back to the farm, baby.” Harvey tousled her hair. Shane stretched and groaned.
“I’ll walk back with ya, I’m pretty sure Lewis is over, and I will die before I hear his old man moans again.”
Paying the tab, the three stumbled out into the ever-so-slightly damp summer air. Shane slung his arms around both Harvey and Marion, inserting himself into the middle of them. She couldn’t help but notice the goofy grin spread across Harvey’s face. He and Shane had actually started to really get along; she could tell her husband was a little sweet on him. Marion really didn’t mind either, she had fully entertained the fantasy of Shane as well. Sticking out her hip, she knocked them into one another, giggling as they stumbled to maintain their balance. Shane shot her a dirty look, scowling as he stumbled upright.
“You asked for this.” He slurred, pointing at her.
Charging like a bull, Shane showed some of his gridball ferocity, grabbing Marion and tossing her over his shoulder. Like a damsel in distress, she pounded at his back, yelling at him to let her down.
“Are you going to do nothing, Husband of mine?” Marion shouted back at Harvey.
Harvey’s Cheshire grin told her everything she needed to know. “Hey Shane?”
“Yeah?” He spun around and began walking backwards to speak with the doctor.
“Stop spinning me! I’m gonna puke down your back.” Marion slapped Shane’s back again.
“Go ahead and smack her ass for me,” Harvey commanded.
Shane did as he was told, giving Harvey a good view of the harsh smack, Marion’s long skirt giving little protection from the action.
“Hey!” Marion squeaked, wiggling to get out of his grasp. Instead, this earned her another slap. The low chuckle from her husband sent a chill up her spine; did he… like this? The more she struggled, the more Shane spanked, until finally they reached the farmhouse doorstep. It was pretty impressive that he made it all the way there carrying her like that; it wasn’t lost on Marion how hot that was.
Setting her down gently, Marion put on her best scowl at her captor and her husband. “You two need to find another girl to degrade if that’s what gets you off.”
Both laughed again. “I’m sorry, honey.” Harvey apologised with his winning smile. “But I think you could have gotten yourself out of that if you had wanted.”
“Seems like you didn’t really want to.” Shane shrugged and fished out a cigarette. Lighting it, he took a few puffs before passing it to Harvey. That was one of the doctor's dirty secrets- the man couldn’t resist a cigarette after a long night of drinking. He dutifully passed it to his wife, who accepted the now slightly soggy cigarette eagerly.
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Just keep your eyes on your ass, chicken man, I’m coming for it.”
“You hear that, Harv, she’s coming for my ass. Better watch out.” Shane chuckled, winking at the doctor. Marion couldn’t help but notice the blush across her husband’s cheeks.
“Alright, I’ve had enough. I’m gonna go shower. Harvey, you can sleep on the porch tonight.” Marion’s empty threat moved both men to action, Shane making his excuses to head back to the love shack, Harvey to soothe his wife.
…
Clean, moisturized, and more than a little turned on, Marion found herself lying in bed waiting for Harvey to finish his shower. It was ridiculous how much she let Shane get under her skin; he knew exactly what buttons to press, and Harvey easily supplied that information. They were so annoying together- annoying and a ridiculous turn on. With a heavy sigh, the farmer found her mind wandering back to Shane’s hand on her ass, his easy strength allowing him to manhandle her. Fuck, and the fact that her husband told him to do it? Told him to touch her?
As if reading her mind, she saw a message pop up from Shane in their group chat. Unlocking her phone, she noticed, strangely, that it was a video, the thumbnail showing Shane sitting in his desk chair. Clicking play, she assumed he would begin some rant about Lewis, or maybe show off a part of his new gaming rig.
There was a warm light glowing from his desk, just a single lamp illuminating his form. The video started as he licked his lips, still obviously fairly drunk.
“You know, you two are a piece of work.” He chuckled, his eyes reflecting the warm light. “Every week, you know, you tease me. And tonight, well fuck, I just don’t think I can keep my mouth shut anymore.”
Marion’s eyebrows creased- he was definitely drunk, and she didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. Somewhere between a love letter and a manifesto, Shane continued.
“Harvey, I never took you for a man that likes watching his wife get fucked, but now that I know, well, I’m not gonna forget that.” Shane’s hand moved to his crotch, bringing Marion’s eyes along with it. An intense gasp escaped her lungs, the neurons finally firing to connect the dots.
“What happened?” Harvey ran into the room, still wet from the shower, with only a towel around his waist.
“Holy fuck, Harvey, you’re gonna want to see this.” Marion turned wide-eyed to her husband.
Silently, the doctor sat on the bed next to her, looking at her phone screen. She rewound the video and played it from the beginning. Harvey’s face followed the same lines of conversation, going from confused to concerned, and finally, to shocked.
“Oh fuck.”
“If you two wanted me that bad, ya should have just told me. I’d be fucking lying if I said I hadn’t stroked my cock to the thought of it. You’re both so damn pretty, the thought of either one of you on my prick is enough to really get me going.”
As if to emphasize his point, Shane shuffled, still perfectly in view of the camera, to pull his dick out. He wasn’t usually one to brag, but the deep breath that Harvey took told Marion that Shane definitely should.
“Yoba, fuck, I hope you’re both watching this, gonna be real embarrassing if you’re asleep already.” Slowly stroking himself, he swallowed and let his words flow. “You see, if I had the balls, I woulda asked to come in. Maybe have another drink or two, something to really loosen you two up. Put my hand a little too high on Marion’s thigh, you wouldn’t bat it away, would you, beautiful? You’d let me squeeze that thigh, maybe slide my thumb ever so closer to that point where you want it. You didn’t object to my hand on your ass, bet you wanted more. Oh, I’d give you more, and I’d make sure Harvey saw all of it. Play with your clit through that skirt that makes your ass look so nice, watch how hard Harv gets, see how long it takes for him to cave, to beg me. Yeah, you’d do that for me, wouldn’t ya, Harv? Tell me that you need me to touch her.”
Shane took himself in hand finally, a strangled moan working out of his throat as he began to pump himself.
“This could be you, Marion, this could be your tight little cunt. Slowly working yourself down, stretching yourself around me. Fuck I wanna say I’d just make Harvey watch, but maybe you should come put that pretty mouth to use.”
He was stroking himself faster, fist working up and down his now leaking cock.
“Yeah, you could make sure I’m nice and wet as I fuck your wife. Maybe I’d let you suck me off, work the tip of my cock down your throat as I get Marion off. Look at those pretty eyes as you choke on me, then I’d pull out and really give it to her. Yoba, I want to fuck you so bad, Marion. I want to hear you scream as I pound into that sweet little hole. Fucking moan my name as you come on me. Oh fuck Harvey, next time it’d be you, don’t worry I’ve been thinking about that tight fucking ass too. After you watch me make your wife come over and over on my fat cock I’d let you eat my come out of her. I’d shoot so much of my fuckin load into ya. Fuck I’m about to come.”
Shane’s hips bucked up, precum leaking out of his tip. He was fucking his fist, moans pouring out of his mouth.
“Please, fuck Marion, Harvey, I'll treat you so good, I’ll pump you fucking full.”
Shane’s eyes screwed shut, his hips finally still as he came. Rope after rope of sticky cum plastered across his stomach as he panted. Dipping his fingers into his own mess, Shane brought some of his spend up to his mouth, sucking eagerly. The video cut there, leaving Harvey and Marion breathing heavily.
It was silent in the farmhouse, the large grandfather clock ticking away in what was now the dead of night. Marion looked over at Harvey, his hand conspicuously covering the tent in his towel. Without a second's hesitation, Harvey was on top of her, towel discarded, quickly working down her pyjama shorts.
“Harvey, wait!” She moaned as he latched onto her neck.
“Can’t fucking wait, fuck you liked that, didn’t you slut?” Harvey groaned, swiping through her slit. He wasn’t wrong; she did really fucking like it. Settling between her thighs, he forced himself in. Marion groaned at the intrusion, her fingers threading into his hair.
“Yes, fuck I did.” She admitted. “I want to fuck Shane.”
Her admission earned another thrust from her husband. “I was so fucking turned on when he spanked you earlier, if I’d known, I’d told him to just do you right there.”
“Harder, please.” She begged.
“Not gonna last long, need you to come, need you to fuckin come on my cock.” Harvey demanded.
Marion surprised herself by following directions, quickly reaching her climax as Harvey pounded into her. He didn’t follow long after, sheathing himself fully to pump her full.
Marion giggled, thumb brushing her husband's cheek. “What the fuck.”
“Gonna kill Shane, he’ll give me a heart attack like that.” Harvey panted.
Marion rolled over and grabbed the phone quickly, typing out a message.
Maybe you should grow some balls and come back with us next time.
…
Shane woke up with a raging hangover, flashes of a very, very stupid decision, and a single text from Marion. He considered, for a moment, walking directly into the sea. It would surely be easier than acknowledging his actions from the night previous. Walking home from the farm, it had become clear that he couldn’t push his feelings down any further, and most importantly, couldn’t stop his dick. The video was a split-second decision, the idea so fucking hot in the moment that he just ran with it. He had never done anything like that, and if his plan to walk into the sea paid off, he would never do it again. Deciding that biting the bullet was the most merciful option, he looked at his phone.
Maybe he wouldn’t walk into the sea after all.