“Oka- …Yes ma’am.” I mumbled, remembering what Patrick had said. I turned around to open my door, still leaving the truck running. It was a chilly night, so I didn’t want to leave them in the cold. I could feel them all staring at me as I shut the truck door behind me and walked up the walkway to the house. The front door was still open from when I’d rushed back out with the blanket earlier. I pushed it in, walked inside, and closed it behind me before leaning against it. I didn’t move for a couple of minutes.

My mind was racing. Kay had been fairly dominant with me when it was just the two of us, sometimes calling me names. It was fun. But she’d never done it at the command of another man. We had agreed to ramp things up pretty heavily with the cuckolding, and I’d assured her I could handle whatever she could throw at me. I had no idea what the night would bring yet, but I was ready for it. I wanted to forget about Patrick’s comments about why she’s dating me, though. What a dick of a thing to say. I couldn’t let it go. I felt like I had something to prove to him now, but tonight was his night and the only thing he’d come to know about me is that he could push me around and take my girl.

I shoved myself off the door and kicked off my shoes, then headed into the living room to sit on the couch. I really wanted to try and watch them, but the way my house is set up, you can’t see the area in front of the garage from inside. Instead, I leaned back against the arm of the couch, put my feet up, and started to rub myself. I thought about them making out at the party, and Patrick grabbing Kay’s ass for anyone to see. I thought about him making me ask Kay to suck his dick and to fuck him. It’s almost like he’d played this role before, but I really believe he was just a natural prick.

I pulled my hand back up to my waist and shoved it into my pants. Holding my dick, I massaged the tip between my index finger and thumb, thinking about the whole night. It was so quiet in the house, I could hear the truck idling outside.

After a few minutes had passed, I heard the door handle start to move. I picked my head up some to look at the door, which I could see straight on from the way I was laying on the couch. The door opened and Alyssa walked in, closing the door behind her. “Hey,” I said, laying my head back down and pulling my hand out of my pants. She walked over to me, put her purse down on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch by my feet. “Whatcha doing there?” she asked with a smirk. I looked at my hand and back at her. “I’m just…” I said, pausing for a minute to take a breath. I continued, “I don’t know why this is all so hot to me.” I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Shame, guilt, jealousy. She had a very sobering effect on me.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” she said, “I mean…parts of it have been maybe, a little…uncomfortable. But it…has me pretty turned on too.” I sat up, scooching my butt back toward the end of the couch and giving her more room to sit. “It’s never been on display like it has been tonight. It’s always been behind closed doors,” I said. She scooted back and leaned back into the couch to relax. “Is it bothering you?” she asked me. “A little,” I replied. “I love that Kay is having fun. But yeah, I’m not a fan of Patrick. He is what’s bothering me, mostly.”

“Does ‘bitch boy’ bother you?” she asked. “Uh, not really,” I said, “I don’t really mind what’s said, it’s just how genuine he is with it all. He actually thinks he’s better than me. He’s such a dick.” She nodded and paused for a few seconds, thinking. “That’s part of what makes it so exciting for me though I guess. Kay seems to think so too,” she said, in a kind of comforting voice. “I guess,” I replied. She sat up and looked directly at me. “Let’s just have fun with it,” she said. She reached forward to grab her phone out of her purse.

“Why did you come in?” I asked. As she leaned back into the couch, she replied, “I just felt like a third wheel. They had a lot of tension from texting with each other.” She adjusted her position to face me. “Besides,” she said, “someone has to keep an eye on you.” She smirked at me and raised her eyebrows briefly. I gave her a questioning look. “Did you know I like to be a tease?” she asked. “Uuhm,” I replied, “I did not, no.” Her smirk grew. “Well, I was told I’m allowed to do anything but let you cum,” she said. I don’t think my expression changed much, but my eyebrows surely went up.

She turned more toward me and picked a leg up, bringing it up onto the couch and folding it under her. She checked the time on her phone, then laid it down, reached up with her left hand and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She looked cute. Innocent, almost. But the look that came over her face told me she was capable of doing some damage. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind… are you thinking about Kay?” she asked. I paused, stunned at what was happening. “Of course,” I finally said. I continued, “I…I want to know what she’s doing right now.” In a soft, low voice, she said, “Well, after you left, heee…called you a loser. Kay got off him and told him to stop being so mean to you. He thought it was funny.” I felt my eyes squint a little. “…and?” I asked. She continued, “She turned around to face him, and got back on top of him. Um… and then started to ride him. When I left, they were kissing.”

I rolled my eyes a little, but at the same time, I felt my dick go from semi- to near fully hard. Alyssa noticed it too. She kept looking down as she spoke to see how it would affect me. She leaned forward and reached out slowly toward me. “Do you like that?” she asked seductively, as she laid her hand on my leg against the outline of my dick. “I mean, yeah, it’s hot to think about,” I said, softly and slowly. “Good,” she continued in the same seductive tone, “I think they’ll be in soon. She’s not going to last long with him.” She lifted her finger up and over the tip of my dick, rubbing lightly across it, feeling it grow just a little more. I just watched her, and listened. “So,” she said, “do you like to think about that? Kay cumming for him?” Her eyes bounced between my eyes and my dick. With a seductive look on her face, she continued to rub the tip and felt it grow to completely hard. “I’d say so,” she said. I stayed silent, but Alyssa continued. “I think she’s going to do a lot of that for him tonight.”

As I closed the truck door behind me, I nearly jogged toward the front door of the house. I went inside, through the living room, and down the hall to the guest room to grab a blanket off the bed. I speed-walked back through the house, leaving the front door slightly ajar, and back to the truck. I opened the driver’s door and got back in, awkwardly wrestling with the blanket. After closing the door, I turned to look back, and Patrick was holding Kay in the exact same position, except he was slowly moving his hips, just barely pulling his dick out of her, and thrusting it back into her a little faster than it came out. I started to feed the blanket back to Alyssa, who held her hands out for it. “Leave it up front,” Patrick said, interrupting us. So I pulled it back up and piled it up in the passenger seat.

After I laid the blanket down, I turned back to watch Patrick’s big dick sliding in and out of Kay. She was moaning lightly and breathing just like before. I looked up to see her face. Patrick loosened his grip below her neck a bit, and Kay took her eyes off me to look down. She lifted her arm that became free when he loosened his grip, and she grabbed his hand with hers. It was the first time I’d really noticed, but his hands were much bigger than mine as well. She pushed his hand up toward her mouth, opened her mount and wrapped her lips around his thumb again. As she did that, Patrick loosened the hold he had with his other arm, and Kay started to somewhat take over, lifting herself up, and sitting back down onto him.

My eyes moved back down to watch him penetrate her. Everything between their legs was soaking wet. I just stared, entranced by it all. She looked so good with a nice dick filling her up. I had to admit to myself…she looked good with his dick in her. I was going crazy with mixed emotion and sexual frustration of my own. As I stared, I really did wish I could fuck her. I wanted to be him. My dick was harder than ever, and the most likely outcome is that it would see no action. My balls started to ache, thinking about how incredible she would feel on me right now. But, that felt selfish. She wanted Patrick. She wanted a man who could toss her around some and dominate her in a way that I couldn’t. And I wanted her to have it, more than I wanted pleasure for myself.

As the stain on my back seat grew, so did the sounds coming from Kay. I must have been sitting there for five or six minutes. First watching Patrick hold her and force his way deep into her, and then watching her take over and ride him. Alyssa was mostly quiet. Her and I both watched, occasionally looking at each other. I think she was just as interested in how I would react to everything as she was Patrick, so a few times I caught her studying my face. I had started rubbing myself through my pants at a medium pace. When Kay finally stopped to take a break, Alyssa decided to involve herself again.

“Is he allowed to touch himself while he watches?” she asked Kay. She smirked and threw me a look like she knew she was going to get me in trouble. Kay, however, was in her own world. She didn’t respond right away. She sat there breathing and moving her hips slowly from side to side. I stopped rubbing myself and sat up in my seat, anticipating that Kay or Patrick would tell me to stop, or to turn around. After a few seconds passed, I thought I was going to get a pass. I moved my hand back to my dick and started to rub it again, watching Kays hips move. Patrick finally spoke up. “Go inside, little bitch,” he said. I sat there for a few seconds, not wanting to leave. Kay looked at me for a second, waiting for me to move. I looked back at her, begging with my eyes to let me stay. “Go! You fucking bitch!” she yelled.

It felt like such a long night already. Though I knew it was nowhere close to over. At least we were almost back to my place, where I wouldn’t have to worry about any more embarrassment. I was as anxious as I’d ever been, and there’s no telling how many beats my heart had skipped. Something about hearing Kay calling me a bitch, telling me his dick was bigger…while it was inside her. And the fact that she did everything he said, it was incredibly hot.

I was starting to get over my feelings about Patrick. Honestly, I just wanted Kay to have a great time. And she was. I mean, he was the biggest ass hole I’d ever met, probably. But I’m also certain he was playing it up because of the situation. I tried to put myself in his shoes. To him, I looked weak and pathetic. This wasn’t me, really. But when Kay wanted something, I couldn’t tell her no. In any case, I was starting to feel weak and pathetic. I couldn’t blame him for seeing me that way. I’d acted that way all night. It didn’t matter though, this was about Kay and me. I knew she would involve me. She always did. She made me feel loved, secure. I knew I could trust her to include me later and we would have an amazing time looking back on this.

I listened to her heavy breaths, grunts, and moans as I drove the home stretch. I couldn’t look. I’d been told multiple times not to. I heard kissing behind me as well, but Kay’s head was still next to my arm, so I knew it was Alyssa and Patrick. I think I heard Alyssa moan a couple of times, lightly. Maybe she was getting rubbed? Fingered? Or maybe she was just turned on by watching, and getting into the kissing.

As I finally turned onto my road, Kay laid her head over onto my arm. I felt her moving back and forth still. I drove slowly the half-mile down my road and when I slowed down to turn into my driveway, Kay slowed down as well. I usually pull past a bit and back in, but I didn’t want to get yelled at for looking back, so I pulled in straight. As I made the turn, they stopped. Kay was still breathing heavily. I felt her move back and lift her head up as she must have been sitting back against him. Her and Patrick both moaned a little at the same time before Patrick said, “Fuck that feels good.” Kay laughed seductively. “Does it?” she asked. “Slap!” I heard behind me, followed by a brief squeal and a giggle from Kay.

I stopped in front of the garage and lifted the shifter up into park, still keeping my eyes ahead. “Damn, bitch boy, this all you?” Patrick asked, looking around and referring to my property. “Yep,” I replied. Alyssa started digging around for her purse and things, preparing to open her door. Kay and Patrick didn’t move. “So that’s why you date him,” Patrick said to Kay. She laughed just a bit and replied, “No, hes pretty awesome.” Patrick replied to her sarcastically, “Mmhm…” Kay said, “Shut up, he’s a good guy. He takes good care of me,” reaching out as she said it to lay a hand on my arm. She rubbed down my arm and let her hand fall back to her side.

“Ugh,” I thought to myself. Just when I thought I could be okay with him, he began to turn into a mega dick. Patrick laughed and then mocked her, “He’s a good guy,” he said, mimicking her tone. He continued, “…and with my dick in you.” I felt myself getting frustrated. I looked in the mirror to shoot him a dirty look, or to see what Kay’s face was doing. When I did, I saw him grab her, wrapping his arms around her torso. He pulled her body back into his so they were both leaned back against the seat. “Turn around now, bitch boy.” As I did, he reached up and flipped on the overhead light.

For the first time, I could see Kay’s bare legs, leading up to her naked bottom half. Her legs were barely apart, but her back was arched out away from him to keep from letting him slip out. I could see just a little bit of her vagina peeking out from underneath, but I could clearly see that it was being spread open by his dick. I saw just the very base of his dick, maybe a half-inch of it. It was completely wet. Below it, I saw his balls hanging down, resting on my back seat, Kay’s wetness running down them and making a spot on the fabric.

My eyes lingered for a few seconds on the sight of him inside of her. As I pulled them back up to see what he wanted, he moved one hand to her neck and pulled her even tighter into him, using her collar bone to secure her. “Look,” he said to me sternly, making direct eye contact. I let my eyes fall back down to between their legs. He pulled his hips back a bit, causing his dick to pull out of her about an inch, and then he thrusted it back into her all the way, with a little bit of force. Kay squealed and her eyes rolled back briefly. As they recovered, she blinked twice quickly and her eyes locked with mine.

“Tell him to take care of you,” Patrick ordered. “Take care of me, bitch!” Kay said, doing exactly as she was told, and looking me in the eyes. “No,” Patrick said, “make him go get you something.” Kay stared at me, now knowing what he wanted from her. “A blanket,” Patrick said. “You hear that, bitch? Go get me a blanket!” she said. “Okay,” I said sheepishly. “That’s yes ma’am, and yes sir when you answer us,” he barked at me. “Y..yes sir,” I said as I turned around. “And leave the truck running,” he said.