Training Marco
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Desperate for a job, Marco is hired by the captivating Ellie and finds himself drawn into her marriage with the confident Frank. Trapped between Ellie's seduction and Frank's unsettling attention, Marco discovers desires he never knew he had. In a world with no rules, he must decide what he truly wants before he loses himself completely.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BiSexual Group Sex Spitting
# The Deck
They moved outside.
The evening was warm, the sky turning orange and pink over the fields. They sat on the deck with their drinks. Ellie had wine, Frank had beer, Marco had water. He needed something to steady himself after what he’d just watched.
They sat in silence for a while. Ellie and Frank seemed relaxed, like they’d just shown him a vacation video. Marco felt like his brain had been scrambled.
Finally, he spoke.
“That guy. Sam.”
Ellie looked at him. “Yeah?”
“He lived with you?”
“For a year or so.” Ellie took a sip of her wine. “Give or take.”
Marco nodded slowly. “So he’s like me.”
Ellie smiled. That soft, warm smile. “You can live with us for as long as you want, baby.”
Marco looked at his water glass. Condensation was running down the sides, pooling on the table.
“What if I don’t want to do what he let you do?”
Ellie reached over and touched his hand. Her fingers were cool from the wine glass.
“You don’t have to do anything, honey.”
Frank shifted in his chair. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and looked at Marco.
“Hey, boy.” His voice was casual, but there was something underneath. Something serious. “I love the way things are. But I can’t believe you don’t want me inside you.” He paused, tilted his head. “I mean, my cock in your ass. Once in a lifetime opportunity. Come on, kid.”
Ellie started laughing, loud and bright. “You’re such an asshole, Frank. A funny one, but still an asshole.”
Frank laughed along. So did Marco, but his was nervous, more air than sound.
When the laughter faded, Marco looked at Frank. Frank’s face was open, honest. There was no pressure in his voice. Just want. Just hope.
Marco swallowed. “Would you let me fuck you?”
Frank laughed. A real laugh, loud and surprised, and he shook his head.
“No. No, no, no, no.” He pointed at Marco, grinning. “I’m the one doing the fucking.”
Marco raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s very enlightened of you,” Marco said.
Frank looked at him. “You’re giving me lip?”
“I’m making an observation.”
Ellie laughed from her chair. “He’s got you there.”
Frank pointed at her without looking. “Stay out of this.” He looked back at Marco. “I’m the top. That’s how it works.”
“I didn’t realize there was a rulebook.”
“There is. I wrote it. You want a copy?”
Marco looked at him for a long moment. Then he shrugged.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll let you.”
Frank’s grin faded. His eyes widened, and he sat back in his chair. For the first time since Marco had met him, Frank looked genuinely surprised.
“Are you serious?”
Marco held his gaze. “Yeah.”
Frank stared at him. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. He looked at Ellie, then back at Marco.
“Well,” he said slowly. “Okay then.”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Ellie said. “You look like you swallowed a bug.”
“I’m processing. Give me a second.”
“Take your time, honey.”
Ellie was smiling. Like she’d known this was coming.
Marco turned to her. “Tell me more about your friends. That guy Carl and his wife. Elsa.”
Ellie leaned back in her chair and swirled her wine. “Carl and Elsa. Yeah.” She took a sip. “We’ve been swinging with them for years. Long time.”
“Swinging?”
“Yeah. You know. Wife swapping. Husband swapping. All of it.” She smiled. “They’re good people. Fun people.”
“And every now and then,” Frank added, “they’d get someone. Like Sam. Like you.”
Ellie nodded. “Elsa and I both love watching our husbands fuck younger guys. And they like watching us fuck younger guys.” She shrugged. “It always works out well.”
Marco sat with that for a moment. The pieces were falling into place. The gym. The job. The farmhouse. The flirting. The slow escalation. All of it leading here.
“So you kind of trapped me.” He looked at Ellie. “You put a honey trap.”
Ellie’s face changed. Her smile faded, and she raised an eyebrow, and there was a flash of something in her eyes. Something sharp.
“So I walked into your fucking gym?” Her voice was cool. “I didn’t walk into your gym. You came to our gym looking for a job. Was there a sign on the door saying we love fucking young guys? Was there? No, Mr. Smartass!”
Marco held up his hands. “Hey, hey, hey. I didn’t mean anything by that.”
Ellie held his gaze for a moment. Then her face softened, and she laughed, and the sharpness was gone.
“I’m just messing with you, baby.” She reached over and patted his cheek. “But yes. We saw you. We wanted you. We got you.”
“Should I be worried?” Marco asked.
“About what?”
“About what happens when you get tired of me.”
Ellie looked at him. Something flickered in her eyes, something he couldn’t read. “Who says we’re going to get tired of you? Sam left us to live with one of our friends. He didn’t belong to us. Neither do you. We’ll have you as long as you want ... and you’re free to leave whenever you want.”
Frank leaned forward again. He was looking at Marco with that intense, wanting look, and his voice was low.
“So tell me.” He paused. “Do you want me fuck you or no?”
Marco looked at him. At Ellie. At the fields stretching out behind them, golden in the fading light.
He thought about Sam on the video. About Frank inside him. About Ellie watching, cheering, wanting.
He thought about the past two weeks. About Frank’s hands on his body. About Ellie’s mouth on his. About the way they made him feel like he belonged somewhere.
He thought about what it would feel like. Frank inside him. Taking him.
He took a breath.
“Yeah,” he said. “I want you to ... you know.”
Frank’s face broke into a grin. Wide and genuine and hungry.
Ellie smiled. That warm, melodic smile.
“Good boy,” she said.
They went inside.
The sun had set, and the house was dark. Ellie led them upstairs with a bottle in her hand. Not wine. Something else. Marco could see it in the dim light. A bottle of lube.
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