Training Marco
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
# Stay
Frank pulled his shirt over his head.
Marco watched him, still inside Ellie, still moving. His rhythm faltered as Frank undressed.
Frank didn’t rush. He took his time, pulling off his shirt, kicking off his shoes, unbuttoning his jeans. He was muscular, his chest covered in dark hair. He moved with that same easy confidence, like being naked in front of Marco and Ellie was the most natural thing in the world.
He pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. His cock was already hard, standing out from his body, and he didn’t try to hide it. He just climbed onto the bed and lay on his stomach next to Ellie.
His mouth found her nipple.
Ellie gasped. Her hand came up and grabbed Frank’s hair, holding him there. Marco felt her pussy clench around his cock. He started moving again, fucking her while Frank sucked on her breast. It was strange and overwhelming and incredibly hot.
Marco was sweating. The room was warm, and his body was working hard. He could feel the sweat running down his face, his neck, his chest. It dripped off his chin and landed on Frank’s head, on his dark hair. Frank paused for a moment, moved his head slightly, and licked his lips.
Then he went back to Ellie’s nipple.
Marco was hard again. He kept fucking the stunning wife right in front of her hot husband. He couldn’t stop. His hips moved on their own, driving into her, and every time he thrust forward, more sweat dripped down onto Frank and Ellie. Frank didn’t seem to mind. He just kept sucking, kept licking, kept working Ellie’s nipple with his mouth.
Then Frank moved higher.
He kissed his way up Ellie’s chest, her collarbone, her neck, and then he was at her face. He leaned over and spat in her mouth. A thick glob of saliva that landed on her tongue. Ellie swallowed and moaned, and her pussy squeezed Marco’s cock.
Then moved his body, scooting down lower, positioning himself between his wife and the beautiful young man who was fucking her so intensely.
Frank’s hand found Marco’s ass.
Marco froze. He felt Frank’s palm on his cheek, warm and firm. He didn’t know what to do. Frank’s hand just rested there at first. Then it started moving. Caressing. Slow, circular motions, his fingers tracing the curve of Marco’s ass, and Marco’s breath caught in his throat.
Frank squeezed. His hand gripped Marco’s ass cheek, kneading it, and Marco groaned. It felt good. Too good. He didn’t know if he should say something, should tell Frank to stop, should do something. He didn’t want Frank to stop. That was the problem. Or maybe it wasn’t a problem at all.
Frank’s fingers moved deeper. Into the cleft of Marco’s ass, almost touching the place Marco had never let anyone touch, and Marco’s whole body tensed. But Frank didn’t go all the way. His fingers traced the edge, the very edge, and then moved back out, caressing the cheek again. Marco let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
It felt so good. And it was wrong, or maybe it wasn’t wrong. He didn’t know anymore. He didn’t care. He kept fucking Ellie, and Frank kept touching him, and it was all blurring together into one overwhelming sensation.
Ellie started clenching. Her pussy squeezed his cock in waves, rhythmic and desperate, and her moans got louder. Marco knew she was close.
“I’m coming,” she gasped. “Oh god, Frank, I’m coming.”
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