Craig was his name: the man that took Sarah to his house. I felt so jealous. I was supposed to be her boyfriend. I was supposed to be the one to make her cum, to kiss and caress her. Instead this toned man was stripping my girlfriend naked, grabbing her wrists, enveloping me in his big palms as he did so and pinning her against a wall while he kissed her passionately. My own emotions were in overdrive. Being touched, being held, being worn seemed to make me horny. It was mind-blowing. But while I was being worn by Sarah, it was Craig who was holding me in his manly hands. I didn't want a man making me horny!
At length Sarah and Craig found their way to his bedroom. As they fell onto the bed Sarah undid his pants and pulled down his underwear. She worked her way down his body, taking his cock in her mouth and holding the shaft with her left hand while I nestled in his genitals on her left wrist. Before he came he pulled her up to his face. Sarah went where he was commanded, but kept her left hand sandwiched between them, holding me where I could smell and taste his dick. As he flipped them over into the male dominant position Craig grabbed both of Sarah's arms and pinned them above his head, where he held them as he penetrated her and started to have sex with her. Before long, he came. As he relaxed from his orgasm he rolled onto his back. Sarah rolled over and cuddled him, her hand on his penis and me nestled in his pubic hairs while she went to sleep. I felt repulsed yet again was powerless to resist or object.
Sarah awoke early the next morning and as she did so toyed with Craig's cock, teasing it to full tumescence. He woke up to Sarah masturbating it and presently spurted his seed into the air. Sarah expertly withdrew her wrist as he spurted and allowed his cum to land on me and on my face. I somehow got to taste his seed. I was repulsed. Sarah giggled, took me off her wrist and threw me onto his bedside table, facing them so I could watch them cuddle.