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Rhett watches as Link pounds into his wife, gripping Jessie’s hair and holding her head up to stare back at Rhett with cock-drunk eyes. Rhett shifts in his seat, which is a stool they had brought up from the kitchen. Jessie looks entirely fucked-out, but he can see her still pushing back against his best friend’s cock, silently begging for more.
“You must really not be able to satisfy your woman, bo,” Link pants, a dark smirk dancing across his lips as he thrusts particularly hard, making Jessie moan out, “She’s so wet for me, Rhett, can feel her practically dripping around my cock,” Link watches as Rhett tries to discreetly press a palm to his crotch, “Her body is just begging me to dick her down nice and hard,”
“I satisfy her plenty,” Rhett mumbles out in a huff, his cheeks pinkening as he watches his wife chase her own pleasure on the thick dick splitting her open.
“Oh, do ya, now?” Link stares Rhett down, his typically icy blue eyes filled with darkness, “Then why is she always tellin’ me that I do it better? That your pathetic little dick can never get her off? It’s so small, might as well be a clit,”
Rhett whimpers, crossing and uncrossing his legs a few times, “It’s big enough,” He mumbles, his cheeks on fire with embarrassment.
Link laughs, reaching around Jessie’s chest and pulling her back up flushed against his own chest. He lets go of the grip he has on Jessie’s hair, and holds her up against him with one arm around her stomach while his other hand gropes at her breasts, “What a pathetic argument, don’t you agree, darlin’?” He whispers into Jessie’s ear. She whines and nods, her head falling back against Link’s shoulder.
“Maybe I should bring your pretty girl home with me,” Link smirks, watching as Rhett’s jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, “Show her what a real man is. Bet Christy’s strap would be better than your pathetic excuse for a cock,” Link can see the anger behind Rhett’s eyes, the jealousy brewing deep inside him. Rhett’s still palming himself, basically just stroking his cock through his basketball shorts as he watches Link’s hand trail down his wife’s body and down between her legs, beginning to rub incessantly at her clit as he helps her cum for a third time that night.
When her body finally stops trembling so much, she reaches back and pats Link’s thigh a few times, officially tapping out. Link slips out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and he swears he sees Rhett drool a little out of the corner of his eye.
He presses his lips to Jessie’s neck, and mumbles a soft ‘love you’, before squeezing her hips, “Chris is waiting for you in the guest bedroom,” Rhett hears Link say softly to Jessie, who nods and twists her head around to kiss Link properly. She climbs off of the bed on shaky legs and goes to press a soft and sweet kiss to Rhett’s lips, making sure to drop her hand down to stroke him through his shorts for good measure.
“You two have fun,” She grins, before grabbing a robe from the floor. When she pulls it on, Link can see she grabbed the one with his own name stitched into the back of it, surely to make Rhett’s blood boil a little more.
Link smirks, stroking his cock slowly and staring Rhett down with lust-filled eyes, “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what a real cock feels like?”