How about (dbf?) Joel sharing you with Tommy? I know I always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower 🫣
Tommy's hard day (free use)
3k / darkish!Joel x fem!reader x darkish!Tommy
Joel master list: free use section
WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. free use, dubcon (pressure/gray area) blow jobs, MFM threesome w/ Tommy & Joel Miller, cucking, unprotected P in V, creampie, Pre or non-outbreak.
A/N: Shout-out to multiple Joel & Tommy Anons incl. under-table Anon, and @milla-frenchy, sorry if I'm leaving anyone off lmk.
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“Lookin’ good tonight, baby."
Joel says that almost every night. He takes a sip of his Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, puts down the bottle, and rolls up his sleeves. He leans back in his chair. You steal a glance at his bicep flexing, straining his shirt as his arm moves slowly under the table. You’re doing dishes in the kitchen wearing a thin, cotton sundress he bought you with sunflowers on it.
Joel lifts his hips to unbutton and unzip his jeans. When he's done he picks up his beer again and his other hand beckons you with a finger as he takes a sip. When he puts it back down, he pushes his chair back a few inches from the table, and you know what that means. You're salivating for it. You wash your hands and smile at him knowingly. He doesn’t return the smile, but you see it in his eyes as they follow you to the table.
You come around his chair, walking between Joel’s seat and the door to the garage. You put one hand on the back of the chair and one on the table and bend your knees.
“Wait a minute, c’mere,” he says softly and slides a hand up the back of your leg under your dress. He palms your ass, then rotates you toward him. He swings his legs around to face you and makes room for you between them. Both his hands rub your thighs and ass, and he nuzzles his face into your breasts as you finger his hair. He kisses your nipples through your dress - no bras in this house - moaning into the cotton as he keeps groping your behind. He smacks your ass and says, “Okay, baby,” then turns back around to face the table.
You get on the floor between his knees. His work boots and jeans are dusty with cement mix. He hasn't showered or changed since he got home from work. His big, veiny hand holds his cock for you to take. He's already fully hard for you as you wrap your hand around it and inhale his musk. You lick the underside from his balls to the tip and he sighs softly. Then you take him into your mouth, immediately sucking in half his shaft. You suck him as far as you can, getting his whole cock wet. The tip inches briefly into your throat - you can't do that for long since it barely fits. You start by bobbing your head halfway down his shaft and work the bottom with your hand.
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You’ve only been at it for a minute when the front door opens and you stop. “You’re not gonna believe this shit,” Tommy booms.
You freeze, but Joel mutters, “Don’t stop, baby,” and brings a comforting hand to your head. “What happened?” Joel yells. Tommy’s boots thud as he gets closer. You’re facing the opposite direction so you can’t see him, and the other chairs at the table hopefully block him from seeing you. Joel’s fingers lightly nudge your head and you resume sucking him off. Tommy goes to the kitchen and opens the fridge.
“It’s her goddamn doctor,” Tommy says incredulously as he opens a bottle of beer. Apparently, Maria has been cheating on him.
“Damn. Fucked up,” Joel says.
Tommy pulls out a seat from the table and sits down. His feet are dangerously close to yours. You scoot closer to Joel. You freeze again and Joel’s fingertips pull you back down on his cock. You slowly, quietly continue your work.
“Can you believe that?” Tommy says. “What do I do here? What would you do?” He’s so preoccupied with his marital agony that he hasn’t noticed anything amiss at all. Joel leans forward and puts his elbows on the table, his belly nudging your head as he grabs his beer then sits back.
“What would I do?" Joel repeats.
"Nah, she would never,” Tommy says about you. “You dunno how lucky you are, Joel. A woman like that? So loyal, too.” He sounds genuine. “She’s a good girl, Joel.”
“No shit,” Joel says.
Encouraged by Tommy’s praise and Joel’s agreement, you suck Joel more thirstily, taking him deeper into your mouth, then your throat, sucking hard. Joel leans back and takes a deep breath, then exhales "fuck."
Tommy mirrors Joel’s body language, leans back in his chair and stretches his feet out. And his boot hits your bare foot. “Sorry,” he says, assuming he hit Joel.
“For what?”Joel asks. Then Tommy casually looks under the table.
“Fuck me,” Tommy whispers. “What the fuck, man?” As if you can’t hear him.
“Ya didn’t knock, ring the doorbell. . . “ Joel says. Tommy starts to get up. “Yeah, sorry.”
“Sit down,”Joel tells him quietly and you can imagine Joel’s stare when he does it. He’s so dominant, so quietly imposing. He doesn't have to tell Tommy twice, but Joel continues, “Stay a while. Know it's been a hard day."
You look up at Joel and he winks at you. He’s asked you before how you’d feel about Tommy watching. You dared to ask why Tommy. Joel said Tommy’s harmless. What that really meant was Tommy’s not a threat. Joel is so confident in his dominance and control over both of you that he doesn’t have to worry at all.
Tommy says, “So, uh. . .” having lost his whole train of thought.
Joel takes a deep, contemplative breath.
“Tell ya what, go sit in my chair, take a load off. Be in there in a minute.” Joel nods toward the living room. Tommy takes his beer with him.
Tommy breathes a sigh of relief as he stands up and mutters, “sorry” again. His boots thud across the linoleum then disapper onto the carpet.
Joel’s voice is low and soft. “He’s had a bad day, baby. Why don't ya give'm some sugar?”
“What?” you ask, your face heating up.
Joel makes a fist and sticks his tongue in his cheek pantomiming a blow job.
You’re hesitant - what if Joel ends up getting jealous?
“Just this once baby,” he whispers. “Hot for me to see a different angle.”
You don’t hate the idea of having another man’s cock in your mouth, and this might be your only chance. But most of all, you love pleasing Joel. So if this is what he wants, you’ll do it.
"Go on,” Joel says and nods toward the living room.
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Joel doesn’t bother putting his dick away when he pushes back from the table and stands up. He walks into the living room and sits down on the sofa. He’s hung and he’s proud. Tommy tries not to look at Joel’s equipment but his eyes go wide and he looks away.
You smooth your dress as you emerge from under the table and head toward the living room. Joel is manspreading with his hard cock in his hand, sending a pang of desire through your chest to your core. It occurs to you this may be a rare occasion to see or at least hear Joel jack off, too. Normally you take care of all his needs, but it’s so sexy when he does it himself.
“Look, I caught you at a bad time, man,” Tommy says to Joel when he sees you joining them. He assumes you're headed for Joel, and he starts to stand up.
“Sit down,” Joel tells him again. Joel looks at you with those pretty brown eyes and nods toward Tommy. You approach Tommy in Joel's chair then look back at Joel.
“Go on,” Joel says. You nudge Tommy's legs apart on the sturdy ottoman and push it flush with the chair. His legs slide off to either side of it, spread wide. He's dumbfounded, frozen. You kneel on the ottoman. This gives you more of an overhead angle than you had under the table with Joel. You've knelt here and sucked Joel off in this chair plenty of times.
“Whoa, Joel, this is –”
First you feel him through his pants. He’s semi-hard.
“Don’t be rude, Tommy. Help her with your pants.”
Tommy still hesitates, like he thinks it’s a trap. You sense Joel’s going to get pissed if Tommy doesn’t get on with it, so you help him. “Good girl,” Joel tells you from the sofa. The armchair is roughly perpendicular to the sofa, but a few feet away. Joel has a back corner view.
You sit back on your heels. Tommy’s heart is racing, you can see his heartbeat through his shirt. His shallow breaths make you nervous for him. “Joel, I feel like you’re gonna snap out of it and kill me for this.” Tommy still hasn’t addressed you directly.
“Won’t kill ya,” Joel says with an eye roll. "Promise. . .But come on, let’s go already." He spits in his hand to supplement your saliva.
You brace your arms on Tommy’s thighs and take his cock out. It's pretty nice - of course it is, he's a Miller. To you, it's not nearly as commanding as Joel's, but you know you're biased. They're just different. Tommy isn't as girthy. You're not sure about length. Tommy's has virtually no visible veins. You look back at Joel to see how he's doing. He looks smug. "Go on, baby."
You wrap your lips around Tommy’s tip and he inhales sharply. He puts his beer on the end table and digs his fingers into the plush arms of the chair for dear life. You suck down on his shaft and he comes to full mast in your mouth. He tastes different, too. Blander and not as salty. Tommy looks straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to see Joel or Joel’s cock. Tommy occasionally glances down at you, but you never make eye contact. Meanwhile, Joel isn’t looking at Tommy, just you. The way your body is curled in on itself in your sunflower dress and how pretty your mouth looks wrapped around a Miller cock.
“You’re so damn hot, baby," Joel says as he strokes himself. You keep sucking Tommy, aroused by the sounds of Joel jacking off. He spits in his hand again. You pretend it’s Joel in your mouth, but your jaw isn’t getting sore like it normally would. You flex your toes then covertly slide a heel between your legs for friction as you listen to Joel jerk off. Joel sighs, then the springs of the sofa creak as he stands up from it.
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Joel makes his way over to you. You can feel him getting closer. You move your heel out from under yourself lest he think you’re trying to get off with Tommy. Joel presses his hard cock against the back of your bare shoulder, making your clit twitch. You freeze with the head of Tommy’s cock in your mouth. “It’s okay, baby," Joel says. “You look hot with a cock in your mouth.”
This is starting to feel surreal. Joel grabs at your breast and you leave your arms on Tommy's thighs as Joel plays with your nipple. Joel nudges you up on your knees, then lifts your dress up, leaving it pulled up over your ass. He steps back and inhales deeply at the sight, then his thick fingers slide against your wet cunt, sending a bolt of arousal through you. Joel starts working your clit like only he can, making you wetter. When he dips a finger into you to check, he mutters, "good girl." You’re ready for him.
The firm head of Joel's cock nudges your entrance. He wiggles it forward, notching it for entry. His large hands grip your hips. He pulls you back toward his clothed thighs and plunges his hard cock into you with a sigh, the momentum pushing your head forward on Tommy’s cock as your body adjusts to Joel's girth. Tommy gasps at the jolting sensation, still looking at the ceiling.
Joel retreats then plunges into you again, to the hilt, almost gagging you on Tommy’s cock as your ass slams into his jeans, held up only by their tightness. Each time Joel fills you up, his strong hands pull you back, your ass pushes back into him on its own, too. Joel grunts unrestrained as if it’s just the two of you – even more than usual, really. The sounds of Joel’s pleasure always turn you on. You’re getting wetter and wetter around Joel's cock as he rails into you. You give up on controlling your rhythm on Tommy’s cock and let the force of Joel’s thrusts do it all. Tommy tries not to make noise, but he breathes heavily and the occasional sigh slips out. Joel sighs loudly as he slams his length into you.
“That’s my good girl,” Joel murmurs. “Always tight 'n wet” He sighs and groans softly.
"S'weird, man," Tommy says to the ceiling.
Joel doesn't reply, but he does lean forward and stretch his arms out, putting a hand on each of your shoulders for leverage. He fucks you harder, vocalizing and breathing louder. You gag only because of the force and your nose is smashed into Tommy's public bone.
Joel buries his length deep inside you, hitting the right spot, pushing an obscene moan out of you and onto Tommy's dick. Joel freezes, all the way inside you.
That's enough, baby," he mutters. Joel seems to have no issue with Tommy's cock in your mouth, but apparently can't stand to hear you moaning into it.
Joel reaches forward and firmly wraps his hand around the nape of your neck where it meets your shoulders. He pulls your head off Tommy’s cock, wraps his other arm around your front, and gropes a breast as he pulls you up.
Tommy starts jerking off feverishly. You don’t dare to look right at him, but you can see him. You feel the fear in his eyes boring into you, like he wants to finish and get out before Joel kills him.
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"To the left," Joel directs you. Without pulling out, he rotates you on the ottoman so you're not looking at Tommy. Joel’s arms are wrapped around you with one hand between your legs and one across your breasts. “Yeah, baby,” he whispers as he fucks you. He grabs your tit and strokes your clit. He doesn't often bother. He doesn't often need to, but the nerves have gotten to your head in this case. And Joel’s not going to fuck his wife in front of someone without making her come. He nibbles at your neck - the side away from Tommy - and murmurs, "ya did good.” His voice is low, gruff, and quiet. He rails into you faster. “Now come for me, baby.”
Without the preoccupation of an unfamiliar cock in your mouth, your orgasm builds rapidly. But not as fast as Tommy's. Tommy comes with a stifled groan and you avoid looking in his direction, as hot as it is to watch a man come.
Joel pistons into you faster and you feel like you might burst. His hands feel so good when he's chasing your pleasure. Surprisingly, you don’t really want this to end. But your end is in sight. You don't know if Joel wants you to be quiet or not, so you act natural. You let the sighs flow out of your lungs with Joel's big cock filling you up on the edge of climax. Joel softly bites down and moans into your neck. Your spine arches, you gasp, then say "Jo-" but cut yourself off with moan and he releases your neck from his mouth.
"Yeah, baby," he growls quietly. “Come on my cock.”
Joel holds you steady as you unravel in his arms, moaning his name. You savor his arms tightening around you.
Joel pants "Love you, baby," cock still railing into you. Then he erupts inside you, pulsing massively. You’re still coming, contracting around his shaft, your peak intensified by his own pulsations. His arm and hand press your breasts into your body as he empties his balls and you savor each pump. When he stops moving, you lean back into him, spent. He hugs you and kisses you tenderly on the neck.
Out of the corner of your eye, Tommy tucks his dick away. Joel pulls out of you and puts your dress back down. "Go clean up," he tells you, then gives you a kiss on the lips with an intense affection in his eyes. You don't make eye contact with Tommy and you still haven’t spoken to each other.
You go upstairs to take a shower. That was wild, but you didn't hate it. You got to hear Joel jack off, and it was special the way he paid so much attention to your pleasure. He touched you for you, not just for him. It’s hot in its own way when he touches you for his own pleasure, but there was something about feeling him being so focused on yours. It’s not that it never happens, but it’s not very often, and never with such urgency. He also talked much more than usual. You hadn’t heard him like that in a couple of years.
With Tommy watching, Joel did all the things you thought you didn't need. As much as Joel's cock does for you--and it does a lot--you're remembering that it can be even better. You don’t want to end the free use. It turns you on, thinking about him taking you at any moment. But you wonder if there’s a way to have Joel be like this just a little more often.
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Meanwhile, Joel stuffs himself back in his pants and collapses onto the sofa to relax. Tommy stands up nervously to leave, unsure if he should thank Joel or what.
"Where ya goin'?" Joel asks, like nothing just happened. "You wanna tell me 'bout Maria? Want another beer?"
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