Shadow of Desires- Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by Melissa Jewels
Chapter 5
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 5 - On the surface, they appear to be a happily married and respected couple in their community, but beneath the facade lies a web of dark secrets and desires.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Rough Spanking Swinging Interracial Black Male White Female White Couple Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
A couple of weeks had passed since that night.
Sia and John found themselves growing closer than ever, their relationship deepening in ways they hadn’t anticipated.
It wasn’t just the sex, though the raw intensity of it still lingered, a phantom heat beneath their skin. It was the honesty, the vulnerability they’d discovered, a new level of intimacy that went beyond the physical.
The conversations, long and sometimes uncomfortable, had peeled back layers they hadn’t even realized existed.
John, especially, had surprised her with his openness, his willingness to explore the desires he’d kept hidden for so long. The voyeuristic tendencies, she now understood, were just a part of it, a facet of a much larger, more complex desire – to see her happy, to see her fulfilled, even if that fulfillment came from ... someone else.
And in turn, she found herself drawn to this new John, the one who wasn’t afraid to show his vulnerability, his need.
Ringgg...
The doorbell rang just as John was about to pour himself another glass of wine. Setting the bottle down, he strode over to the entrance, pulling it open to reveal Calvin standing on the other side.
Calvin looked unsure, almost nervous, “Hey, John.”
“Hey.”
“I’m ... leaving tonight, and I just wanted to...”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. I was hoping for it ... you know, for all of it.”
“I thought so.”
“I was actually ... hoping you’d come.”
A flicker of understanding passed between them. “Yeah?”
“Come on in.” John stepped aside, gesturing for Calvin to enter.
They walked into the living room together, settling onto the plush sofa.
John poured Calvin a glass of wine, handing it over to him. Calvin accepted it with a nod of thanks, taking a small sip.
Slowly they got into a conversation.
“Remember that time we snuck into Professor Montgomery’s office to change our grades?”
“How could I forget? You almost got us both expelled!”
That was you, tripping over that damn rug.”
“Hey, you were supposed to be keeping watch!” Calvin retorted. “If you hadn’t been so busy checking out Lisa from your class...”
“I was not.”
“Oh, come on, man. You had the hots for her since freshman orientation.”
They both laughed again, their shared history providing a comforting familiarity.
John, taking a sip of his wine, looked at Calvin. “You remember the time you thought you could beat me in a game of pool, and ended up losing all your money?”
“Oh, don’t remind me. I was pretty good until you cleaned me out.”
“You were good, Cal ... Just not... that good.”
“Alright, alright,” Calvin laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “You’re the pool shark. Happy now?”
“Immensely.”
“Speaking of which,” Calvin said, sitting forward. “Did you see the playoff game last night?”
“You’d think I’d miss the playoffs?”
“I was checking. So, I take it you saw the fourth quarter then?”
“You mean that ridiculous comeback they pulled off? I was on the edge of my seat. Seriously thought they were done for.”
“That last-minute pass ... insane! Talk about threading the needle.”
“And their defense. It was like they were possessed! Damn, they just were so coordinated.
Calvin agreed, “Absolutely! That final play they made? Total game changer. I mean seriously the way the player intercepted that pass? It’s too good.”
“I’m telling you, this season is going to be wild. There are a lot of players coming into the light also.”
“Totally! I know, right?” Calvin nodded in agreement. “Who would’ve thought the Lakers would tank like this? And then that last trade deal? They basically threw away their potential future.”
“I know right? What the hell was management thinking?” He shook his head. “They’ll regret it in a year or two for sure.”
“You think so?”
“No doubt,” John replied. “They’ll need that firepower if they even dream of facing the Knicks. No seriously man the Knicks are the ones to look after. And who even thought Jason’s coaching career could be so long!”
Calvin chuckled. “I guess some of us were meant for greater things man.”
“Maybe.”
As their conversation flowed, punctuated by bursts of laughter and shared memories, Sia walked into the living room, a curious expression on her face.
“Look who decided to join us,” John said, a warm smile spreading across his face.
Sia rolled her eyes playfully. “What are you boys gossiping about?” she asked, settling onto the couch next to John, her arm casually draping over his shoulder.
“Just catching up,” Calvin said. “Talking about the game last night.”
“Oh, please,” Sia groaned. “Not sports again.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t converted to a die-hard fan after all these years with this guy,” Calvin teased, nodding towards John.
“Not for lack of trying on his part.”
John just shrugged, wearing a mock look of defeat.
“Remember how you used to fall asleep during the games in college?” Calvin teased.
“Oh, come on, I was studying!” She protested.
“Yeah, right, studying the back of your eyelids,” John added.
“You guys are impossible. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I tried to pretend I cared about touchdowns or whatever, I’d be rich.”
“Touchdowns in basketball?” Calvin raised an eyebrow, laughing.
“See? That’s what I mean. It’s all gibberish to me. There is absolutely nothing you guys find common or even something to discuss, ever!” Sia exclaimed making a face at the two, throwing her hand in air in exasperation
“What? That’s harsh!”
“Well, it’s good to know some things never change,” Calvin added.
“True that.” John agreed earning a quick jab from Sia.
The trio continued to talk, a comfortable mix of shared memories and easy banter. They reminisced about their college days, the pranks they’d pulled, the professors they’d loathed, the parties that had almost gotten them expelled, and sharing stories of the life paths they’d taken since then.
But beneath the surface of their casual conversation, a current of something else was building, a tension that crackled in the air, thick and heavy.
John caught Calvin’s gaze lingering on Sia, a raw hunger in his eyes. He turned to his wife – she was lounging on the couch, her legs curled beneath her, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, her dark hair flowing freely. She looked ... relaxed, comfortable. Beautiful. He could hardly blame Calvin for staring.
And yet, the sight of his friend’s open desire for his wife ignited a strange mix of jealousy and arousal within him- a sensation that felt like a knot tightening in his stomach.
Sia squeezed his hand, her grip tight, almost desperate. He could feel her nervousness, the rapid beat of her pulse against his skin. But there was something else there too, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes that mirrored the heat that was building in his own veins.
She turned to look at him, her gaze searching his, a silent question hanging in the air between them. Is this okay? Can we ... do this?
It was a familiar dance, this silent negotiation of boundaries, of desires. They’d been down this road before. But now ... now it felt different. More dangerous. More ... exciting.
John took a deep breath, returning her squeeze, a silent reassurance. We can do this. He knew this was uncharted territory, but he also knew, with a certainty that went beyond logic, that they needed this. Needed to explore the uncharted waters of their desires, to push the boundaries of their relationship, to see where this... thing ... would take them. It was a risk, yes, but it was a risk he was willing to take, together.
Just then - Ding ding, the doorbell rang, breaking the heavy silence and the tension that had built up in the room.
“I will get it.”
John went to the door, the unexpected interruption jarring him from the charged atmosphere in the living room. Seriously? Of all the times... He swung the door open to reveal Mrs. Patel, their ever-so-chatty neighbor, beaming at him.
“John, dear!”
“Hey, Mrs. Patel,” John replied, forcing a smile. He really, really wanted to get back to ... well, to whatever was about to happen.
Undeterred by his less-than-enthusiastic greeting, elderly woman launched into her usual flurry of words. “We’re organizing a neighborhood get-together next weekend, dear! A potluck. You and Sia must come!”
“Sounds ... great.”
“Wonderful!” Mrs. Patel clapped her hands together, her numerous bangles clinking. “Just let me know what dish you’ll be bringing. We don’t want too many repeats, you see.”
“Sure ... that sounds manageable.”
After a bit more small talk, Mrs. Patel took her leave, leaving John with a promise to stop by the next day for a more detailed discussion about the potluck. He thanked her and watched as she walked away.
He returned to the living room to find it empty, a trail of discarded clothes – Calvin’s Henley, Sia’s bra – leading towards the bedroom. John’s cock, already hard, throbbed against his zipper.
He followed the trail, pushing open the bedroom door to find them exactly as he’d pictured – naked, entangled, devouring each other beside the bed. The sight of Sia’s pale skin against Calvin’s dark, muscular body, her petite frame practically swallowed by his thick arms, sent a jolt of pure lust through him.
John leaned against the doorjamb, watching as Calvin’s hand landed on Sia’s ass with a loud smack, making her ass jiggle.
She moaned the sound muffled against Calvin’s mouth, her body writhing against his. Fuck, those noises...
John’s cock throbbed painfully. He moved to a nearby armchair, settling in, his eyes never leaving the couple as they continued their frantic lovemaking. Calvin lifted Sia off the floor, her legs wrapping around his waist, her tits pressed against his chest. She looked like she was trying to scale him like he was some large rock she needed to conquer.
They paused, their eyes flicking towards John.
“Any special requests, John?” Calvin asked with a smirk.
“J-just ... do ... whatever you ... like.”
“Okay, honey,” Sia purred, her gaze still locked with his. “But if you want to see something ... don’t hesitate to ask. Okay? Just like old times.”
He just nodded, his throat dry with anticipation.
With that, she turned back to Calvin, her arms snaking around his neck as they dived back into their sloppy, messy make-out session. Calvin’s hands roamed freely over Sia’s body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, exploring every curve and crevice. Sia, in response, clawed at him, her hips grinding against his, her body writhing with need.
Calvin broke away, his breath heavy, “Since it’s been some time with all three of us, tell me, Si, what do you want the most?”
“This,” she managed, her hand squeezing his thick cock, her fingers tracing the veiny length.
“Where? Where do you want my cock?”
“E-Everywhere.”
“No, be more specific.”
She swiped her tongue, catching the drool escaping her lips, smiling naughtily, “In my mouth.”
“Of course.”
“In my pussy.”
John’s cock throbbed against his jeans. He’d always loved how slutty Sia became with Calvin, how easily she shed her usual shyness, embracing her inner ... slut.
“And ... In my ass.”
Calvin’s grin widened. “Of course. I haven’t forgotten how much you loved it back there.”
He leaned closer, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, then dipping lower, pushing past her tight ring of muscle.
Sia moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he probed her entrance, the feeling so familiar, so ... right.
“You like that, you filthy slut?”
“Hmmm ... yes ... more...”
“More? You want more, huh?”
“Ahh, fuck yes.”
“What do you want, Sia? Tell me.”
“I ... I want...”
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock ... I want your cock ... in my ass.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?”
She nodded, her eyes wild with desire.
“You want me to fuck your married ass ... while your husband watches?”
“Y-esss, oh god, yesss...”
Calvin growled, his lips capturing hers in another heated kiss.
John, watching from his corner, felt his cock throb, his own arousal spiking. He was always amazed by this transformation in his wife with Calvin, how she turned from a loving partner into this voracious, uninhibited creature of lust.
It was like watching a different Sia, one that lived for the moment, for the pleasure, for the sheer debauchery of it all. She’s amazing.
John could clearly see from his angle, Calvin abusing Sia’s ass – pulling her cheeks apart, pinching, squeezing, smacking the pale flesh until it was flushed and quivering like he owned every inch of her.
He wanted – God, how he wanted – to tell Calvin to fuck her, to take her right there, to claim that tight little asshole. But he held back, a strange mix of anticipation and possessiveness coiling in his gut. Not yet. He wanted to watch, to savor the sight of his wife being used, her pleasure, her surrender...
John removed his pants and started to stroke himself, reveling in his sick, twisted desire. He wanted to see where this would go, how far they would push their boundaries, how deep they would fall into this... thing.
Calvin inserted another finger into Sia’s ass, stretching her, making her whimper.
“You like that, you dirty little slut? You miss getting fucked in the ass? Miss my fingers inside you, making you squirm?”
“Oh God, yes ... Calvin...” Sia moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Your fingers ... so good ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... I need it ... I need...”
“You need my cock, don’t you?” He added another finger, scissoring them inside her, stretching her wide. “You need my big black cock up your tight little ass, don’t you, whore?”
“Yes ... please ... fuck me, Calvin ... I’m so wet ... so ready...”
“You were always such a greedy little slut for it, weren’t you? Couldn’t get enough of my cock up your ass...”
Calvin settled back on the bed, pulling Sia towards him. “Come on, baby, sit on my face. I need to taste that sweet little pussy of yours.”
Sia complied immediately, straddling him, her thighs on either side of his head. His tongue lashed out, swiping at her wet folds, his rough hands palming her ass.
“Ahhh ... ungh...” She yelped, tossing her head back.
As Calvin’s mouth did its dirty work, Sia’s gaze found John. His hand was rapidly working over his own length, his eyes wide, drinking in the sight of her.
The sight of him, so turned on by her... by them ... sent a thrill through her. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around Calvin’s thick cock, stroking him slowly, deliberately, her gaze fixed on her husband.
She noticed the wild look in John’s eyes, watching, burning into her with a fire that hadn’t been there in a long time. It was thrilling, maddening.
She bent down, spitting on the black cock before her, “Pfft...,” her tongue then went to work, lapping at him, her lips kissing him before she sucked the tip into her mouth, “ ... mmm...”
I’m such a slut, and she loved it, loved how it felt to be watched, to be this nasty and raw. Calvin’s mouth kept going at her, making it very hard to focus, “Ungh ... ahhh...” but she kept going.
Calvin decided to up the ante, his fingers probing her ass again while his tongue worked her clit.
The added sensation had Sia gasping around his cock, “Gwahhh...,” the muffled sounds of pleasure sending vibrations down Calvin’s length, causing him to buck his hips into her mouth.
“Glug ... glugghhh ... uhmmm...”