Sharing Adam by Madelynne Ellis Page A

back, where Adam held it.
    Adam had stripped entirely naked. He stood behind Elliot with his legs planted wide apart, his beautiful white buttocks clenching tight with each thrust he made into Elliot’s arse. As tempting as she found it to remark, ‘You’ve started the party without me’. Becca held her tongue. Time changed some things, but not everything. There was something deeply visceral about watching them fuck, the mix of aggression and sensitivity, perhaps. Whatever it was, it never failed to put her senses on red alert, or make her insides buzz. Sometimes she thought she liked to watch them together even more than being sandwiched between them, especially when they didn’t know she was there. Their passion always seemed more raw on those occasions. Like now, they’d have remarked on her presence if they’d realised she was here. Instead, they carried on fucking like they were in a public place and expecting to be caught.
    Adam’s long, thick cock penetrated the pink bud of Elliot’s arse in smooth, insistent strokes. Actions that made her husband groan and arch his back in a desperate plea for more. Perspiration peppered his shoulder blades while his muscles soaked up the strain of Adam’s pace.
    Elliot’s cock hung heavy before him, twitching towards Adam’s hand with almost every stroke. Adam was teasing. He could so easily have shifted his grip to encompass Elliot’s erection instead of his shirt. Instead, he was merely twitching the edge of the cloth across Elliot’s plum-hued glans.
    “You just can’t get enough of this, can you? You should get her a strap-on so Becca can do you during the week.”
    Her mouth hung open at the suggestion of pleasing Elliot in such a way. He did really enjoy anal play, and, well, it would open up a whole host of other three-way permutations they could try, too.
    “I wouldn’t have to give it to you so hard then whenever I turn up. Every weekend, you’ve just got to get it out of your system before we can all relax and cosy up, don’t you?” Adam continued. Finally, he conceded in giving Elliot the extra stimulation he obviously craved, and wrapped his palm around Elliot’s nodding shaft.
    Suddenly it was her husband driving the pace. “You’ve got it all wrong, man. This isn’t just about you and me. It’s about pleasing my wife. This is just taking the edge off so we can both satisfy her.”
    Becca’s smile stretched wide at his words. Elliot knew exactly how much she loved seeing him being fucked. They re-imagined it together during the week when Adam couldn’t be with them.
    “Oh, yeah,” Adam remarked. “Wouldn’t want you going off at half-cock when we’re all linked up.”
    Becca crept up behind them. She rested her palm against Adam’s taut flanks, felt the raw power there just before he froze. “Don’t you need this too, Adam? I often wonder what it would take to make you lose your cool.”
    “Sweetheart, it’ll never happen.” He began to thrust again, slower now, presumably so as to not dislodge her hand from his arse.
    “Truly? You believe that? What about if I do this?” She picked the bottle of lube up off the bed and dribbled some between his cheeks, then circled her index finger around his tightly puckered anal whorl.
    Adam gave a sob and a groan, then his body seemed to give a kick of its own accord.
    “What are you doing, Becca?” Elliot asked, as he strained his neck trying to see.
    “Let’s just say that I don’t think Adam is quite so averse to taking it, after all. I think he’s just scared he’ll embarrass himself, like he’s about to do right about now.”
    Almost split-second perfect, Adam’s muscles began to snap tight then release in a rhythmic pulse. He soared and jerked in Becca’s hands, while clinging tightly to Elliot’s back. Only once he was all wrung out did Becca kiss him. Then she climbed onto the bed and took Elliot in her mouth until he, too, spilled.
    Contented, Becca sat back against the