Double Jeopardy

I touched her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Tabitha arched to bring her breast closer to my mouth. But I wasn’t done teasing her yet.
I puffed a hot breath on the dusky pink tip, watching it tighten and pucker. Then, I rose up to take the taut bud into my mouth. As I did, I bumped against something hard.
Ian’s head.
He gave me a stern look and I sank back down. I’d just have to be content to tease her with my lips and teeth. I ran my hand down the soft skin of her side and sighed. So beautiful. So silky. Tabitha stifled a giggle.
I moaned. My hard cock ached. Just thinking about sinking into her sweet wetness made me quiver. I continued to suckle her breast while I caressed her thigh. Then, I spider walked my fingers up to wade through her crispy curls. They tickled my fingers, and I bit back a smile as she bucked beneath my hand. However, as I encountered the moist evidence of her desire, I encountered another impediment. Ian’s hand.
His fingers plunged up and down in a carnal dance while his thumb rubbed her clit. I withdrew my hand and watched. Her eyes were closed, a look of ecstasy plainly written across her beautiful face. He had one arm twisted under him so he could fondle her breast while he finger fucked her with the other.
She writhed and her breath came in shallow waves. The type of breathing that always preceded her orgasm. Just thinking about her finding her release, I immediately felt my own climax begin to spiral around my balls, and I mentally pulled back.
But physically, I had to watch. Ian was handsome, and he obviously knew exactly how to please Tabitha. He should. He’d been married to her a three years longer than I had.
Tabitha moaned and threw her head back and forth on the pillow as she strove to achieve orgasm. But every time she came close, Ian would pull back. I admired his self-control.
Lost in my own thoughts, I neglected my duty. He tapped me on the head as he hovered over her body, his large cock ready to sink into her.
I moaned. They looked so perfect together. Tabitha, petite and blonde with sparkling green eyes, and Ian, with his dark, tousled hair and piercing blue eyes. Blue eyes that suddenly fastened on me with a fearsome stare. I dropped my gaze and nuzzled Tabitha’s breast.
In the beginning, I felt so lucky when they chose me to join them in their bed and then in their relationship. But I hated being second husband to Ian, almost as much as he hated me for being here.