#emmafiddlestansmut

“E-Emma, I can’t-” Fiddleford gasped as he felt teeth graze against his skin. He leaned hard against his wife’s voluptuous body, her blush pink slip just barely reaching mid thigh. His hands clenching at the bedsheets to keep from touching anything he wasn’t supposed to. “I-I need him to stop teasin’.” Fidds’ voice was breathy as Stan circled Fidds’ nipples with his thumbs, his mouth slowly working down Fidds’ torso. Fidds’ weeping cock throbbing as his hips rolled into the empty space between him and Stan, the head of his cock only just brushing against Stan’s stomach. “Oh, you know how I like to hear you beg buttercup.” Emma rubbed a hand up Fidds’ arm as she kissed his cheek, “But you’re beggin’ to the wrong one. I already told Stan to take as much time with you as he wants. You want something you gotta ask him.”

Fidds groaned as Stan’s hands dragged down his chest, along his ribs and stomach before roughly grabbing Fidds’ hips to stop them from rolling. Their eyes met as Fidds looked down at Stan, his hands massaging at his partner's hips as he smirked up at Fidds. His face trailing down Fidds’ body as he followed his hands, pulling a whine from Fidds’ as he purposefully avoided where Fidds wanted him to touch. “Got a question, Fidds?” Ending his sentence by blowing a breath of air at Fidds’ cock and seeming a bit too pleased seeing the appendage twitch and Fidds’ squirm. “Oohh you bastard.” Fidds spat out through a chuckle, “I k-know you heard me.” “Damn, you’re all nice and begging to her. Why are you snapping at me when I’m doing the work?” “It’s different. She’s my wif-uuaahhh~!” His voice pitched up as Emma roughly pulled his hair, forcing his head back. “Fiddleford, that is your boyfriend. You gotta be nice.” Emma scolded gently, keeping her hold on his hair tight while she kissed his temple, “Ask him nicely like you asked me.” Using his hair she moved Fidds’ head to face Stan again with a groan, Stan looked at them with wide eyes. Fidds swallowed but stayed silent, trying to ignore how one of Stan’s hands were inching closer to his painfully hard erection. He knew in the end it was Emma calling the shots, what she wanted would happen so he should just give. But it was somehow more difficult to beg Stan than Emma, it wasn’t exactly something he was used to.

He winced as Emma tugged on his hair again, “Come on, buttercup. I know ya ain’t tongue tied.” She teased in his ear, making him shiver. Fidds took a deep breath and locked eyes with a smiling Stan, “St-Stan.” Stan’s thumb gently caresses at his pubic mound. “Please.” “Please what?” Stan hummed in response as he gently bit Fidds’ inner thigh, making him twitch. The flush on his face darkened when he heard Emma softly chuckle in his ear, she always loved to see their partners make him squirm. “Will you,” Fidds swallowed the embarrassment and continued, “k-keep going…please.” “Hmm, I don’t know.” Fidds groaned in frustration as Stan looked past him to Emma, “What do you think toots?” Emma cleared her throat, and while Fidds couldn’t see her face he knew from the way Stan’s smile faltered that she was giving him an intense glare. “Uhh. I mean ma’am.” “Better.”

Seeing Stan go so quickly from over confident to passive at just a glance from his wife was almost mind altering. It very well could have been funny and maybe Fidds would have joined in, if Fidds couldn’t actively feel his heart beating in his untouched cock. After a solid minute of waiting; waiting for Emma to give the go ahead, Stan to just start, or anything really before he became inpatient. He whined and rolled his hips forward, hoping the movement would remind both of them of his current situation. It seemed to have worked as Emma loosening the grip on his hair and massage at his scalp before letting that hand fall, “Oh don’t worry buttercup,” She dragged her hand across his chest to wrap her arm around him, “we ain’t forgettin you.” She kissed a line from his temple to his chin, turning his face to meet her lips in a deep but quick kiss.

“Stanley.” Emma held her husband tightly as she looked back at Stan, “He asked you real nicely,” She readjusted Fidds askew glasses and smoothing out the front of his hair. “I think you can give him what he wants.” “With pleasure.” Stan practically purred. Locking eyes with Fidds as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock making the man moan. “Don’t get too excited now, shug.” Emma added, her free hand tangling with Fidds’ as the other grabbed the hand around his chest, “‘Member I still want my turn.” She kissed Fidds’ temple as he groaned. “Yeah, yeah. I got it.” Stan kissed a line down Fidds’ inner thigh as he slowly pumped his hand over the shaft. Relishing in the moans he pulled from Fidds’ as Stan watched his foreskin enveloping the weeping head with every slow up stroke.

While Fidds had some amazing self control, managing to keep himself from bucking into the hand as it went far too slow, Stan still kept a firm grip on his hip. His free hand holding firm to suppress even the slightest roll as Stan left several kisses along the junction of Fidds’ inner thigh and hip.

Heavy breaths and goans filled the silence of the room as Fidds tightened his grip on Emma’s hand as he watched Stan tease him between his legs. Stan seemed perfectly content to watch Fidds unravel at the seams before he even touched him, Fidds swore he could see Stan's smirk in his eyes. If it wasn’t for Emma Fidds would have crumbled by now. Her soft lips on his neck, gentle whispers of encouragement and hand making soothing circles across his chest only just managing to keep Fidds breathing steady and patient.

Of course Fidds could only handle so much, even with the help of his wife, and Fidds had reached that limit. Stan’s thumb rubbed over the covered head and nuzzled his nose at the base of his cock, humming against Fidds. Taking deep inhales of his musky scent like Fidds was a freshly baked pie. He moaned low in his chest and tried to roll his hips against the feeling, only managing to squirm as Stan kept the arm across his hips firm. “Dear lord.” Fidds whined, “Stan, p-please. I- I can’t, I n-need to feel your mouth. Please, please.” His voice devolved into begging far faster than he liked. “Wow, no need to shout.” Stan sneered as he returned his hand to the base of Fidds’ cock giving him a squeeze, his voice was taunting. “Why didn’t you just say so sooner?” Fidds’ almost growled with frustration as Stan pressed his nose firmer into Fidds’ curls, almost convinced Stan would make him beg more. He was prepared to, now too desperate to care. Fidds’ choked on a moan as he felt the flat of Stan’s tongue drag over his balls to the base, kissing at the base to stretch out the teasing as long as he could. Slowly Stan licked from the base of Fidds’ cock to the head, flicking and swirling his tongue at the tip before finally taking the whimpering Fidds into his mouth.

The slow, almost torturous pace set earlier was abandoned as soon as Stan got Fidds’ dick in his mouth. Fidds’ back arched into his wife as Stan sucked hard while his lips slipped down the shaft, Emma doing her best to hold Fidds steady through it all. As his head moved further down Stan’s hand squeezed at the base, hand twisting around what was still exposed. Earning a groan as Stan pulled up to the tip and moving his head back down, slowly bobbing over Fidds’ cock and sucking hard with each up pull. The room filled with the sound of Fidds’ gasps and moans as Stan’s mouth and hand pumped along his cock.

“Oh, do you feel good, buttercup?” Emma hummed in his ear as Fidds responded with a quick nod, “Well why don’t you tell him.” Her voice was sweet but with underlying command to it, “Tell Stanley how good he’s treatin’ you, how good he’s being.” She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Stanle- eeee!” Fidds was cut off as Stan pulled off his cock with pop. A small smirk on his face as his tongue licked along the underside of the head, knowing full well how hard he was making this for Fidds. Stan looked up past his lashes at the two, wanting to watch Fidds twitch and gasp while he sucked him off.

However, when he saw his lovers over him Stan paused.

Seeing Emma’s sultry smile down at him, the strap of her slip had fallen from her shoulder. Most likely from Fidds squirming, pressed hard against her like now, his chest heaving and face flushed as his eyes stayed locked on Stan. Having both their eyes on him, looking at him with desire and lust blown eyes that he caused, it made Stan’s chest swell. He had paused just long enough for Fidds’ to regain his composure, at least enough to speak through heavy breaths, “Stan, y-you’re mouth feels- oohh so good,” Fidds gasped as Stan’s tongue circled the head, “You make me feel amazing. Y-you are amazing.”

The adoring words went straight to Stan’s cock, making it twitch. There was no doubt in his mind that Fidds was enjoying himself, it was plain as day on his face, but hearing Fidds say it was different. It was almost addicting and he needed to hear more. Stan increased his efforts, hoping to keep the man talking but was satisfied with Fidds’ whimpers as Stan took him fully into his mouth and to the back of his throat. Stan nuzzled again at Fidds tight curls as his lips reached the base of Fidds cock, taking deep breaths through his nose to keep relaxed. The deep, musky smell of Fidds made Stan absentmindedly hum, the subtle and unexpected vibration made Fidds’ jolt as he explained a quick apology. Stan’s arm tightened on Fidds’ hips to keep the man from bucking too hard, looking up to Fidds and winking as an acknowledgment.

Once he was used to the fullness and weight on his tongue Stan started to bob his head. Babbles of praise interrupted by moans and groans, spilled from Fidds’ lips as Stan hollowed his cheeks around the base. Fidds wanton moans filled the room and Stan wanted more. He rolled Fidds balls in the palm of his, now free, hand to pull more of those addicting sounds and praise from Fidds. “Stan you- so gooood.” Fidds’ bit his lip as he felt a familiar warmth start to coil in his core. It wasn’t time yet and they both knew it but Stan showed no signs of slowing, “F-fuck. S-slow down Stan, I’m g-gettin’ close.”

Fidds whimpered as Stan groaned around his cock, hearing . The vibration was enough to make Fidds teeter dangerously close to the edge, “W-wai- ahhhh Stan wait-“ Fidds tried to speak but every breath was a shuttered gasp as Stan swallowed around him. It didn’t help that he was actually desperate to cum and didn’t really want Stan to stop. But that was the game tonight, Emma had wanted him to wait and Fidds really didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Em, Em he’s not st-stoppin.“ Fidds turned to her on final authority, and maybe she would take pity and let him cum. Doubtful but it couldn’t hurt to try, “I- I’m close. Can I-“ “Hold tight.” Emma interrupted his question, trying to keep her tone reassuring as Fidds whined against her. “Tryin’.” Fidds managed to gasp out, his muscles tense and trembling to hold back his orgasm. Clearly she wasn’t going to entertain his question, so Fidds focused on keeping his nerves from exploding as Stan seemed determined to suck Fidds’ soul out his dick. “Shug, lessen up.” Emma called to Stan with no response, “Sugar?” She pressed, “Stan?” he made no moves to stop or even acknowledge her words. “Stanley.” Her voice became stern as she repeated herself, untangling her hand from Fidds to drag her nails against Stan’s scalp to get his attention. Stan paused for a moment with his lips at the base of Fidds cock and looked up at her, head leaning slightly against the hand in his frizzy curls. “You’re getting too excited, ease up.”

Fidds let out a frustrated groan as Stan finally listened, slowly he followed its gentle tug up Fidds’ dick, guiding him to pull off with some disappointment. “That’s it, good boy shug.” Her voice sounded so sweet, his eyes stayed on Emma before a desperate whimper pulled his attention. He apparently wasn’t the only one disappointed he stopped his blowjob.

It wasn’t until Stan started to pull off that Fidds really realized how torturous it would be. Having Stan’s mouth still on him, with nothing happening but Stan pulling away slowly. It was making Fidds skin light on fire and he was sure he wouldn’t survive this with his sanity intact. “Em, please I w-was so close, can I-” Fidds voice was shaky, his chest heaving with every breath. “I said hold tight.” She dismissed as he whined in protest. “Em- Emma can I just- please please- I can’t-“ “Oh, hush now. Begging won’t work this time.” Fidds whined but she snickered back. “You did good sayin’ somethin’ buttercup, but you still gotta wait. Ok?” “B-but-“ “Color?” She dropped her playful tone for a more serious one. Fidds gulped, “G-green.” “Honest?” “Y-yeah, yes.” Fidds nodded and she smiled. “Well then,” She switched back to a sultry voice, “there ain’t gonna be a problem, right?” “…Right.”

Stan’s eyes stayed locked on Fidds during the whole interaction, he felt Fidds cock twitch in his mouth. The man looked absolutely wrecked, chest heaving, full body flush and trembling muscles exhausted from trying to hold himself back. Seeing Fidds like this, desperate, needy and begging, was hot enough to make him grind against the mattress, but it almost made him feel bad. Even if it was the plan, leaving him like this longer felt almost cruel to make him wait longer, especially after that beautiful performance. And really liked the thought of how close Fidds was because of him and how much he wanted to make Fidds cum. To replace his frustrated grimace with one of relaxed bliss. He knew he could. And, maybe, after the earlier praise he got a little bit cocky. It was hard for Stan to just leave him trembling and whining especially after Stan brought him to such a state.

It was only right that Stan helped him out.

It took a second for Stan to make up his mind, so he decided to dig his own grave. Stan locked eyes with Emma, he gave her a quick wink before sucking hard at the length still in his mouth and tongue swirling around the head. His hand returned to massaging Fidds’ balls. “Ooooh fu-uhhhck! Stanley!” Fidds practically screamed. “Stan!” Emma sounded upset but it was drowned out by Fidds’ desperate moans and hips rolling into Stan’s mouth. Stan’s lips were flushed against the base as he continued his work from earlier with a vengeance. The hand in Stan’s hair tugged hard, trying to convince Stan to stop again but he pulled against it. “Fidds.” Emma commanded even though she was sure it was a losing battle if she couldn’t get Stan to quit. “I can’t- I’m-“ Fidds eyes were screwed shut, he was trying so hard to keep going for her. “Fidds. It’s fine.” “I can’t- S-sorry, I ca-“ A few tears escaped the corners of Fidds’ eyes as he tried to get words out through gasps. “Shhh. No need buttercup, it’s ok.” She made her voice sound as sweet as she could while being incredibly annoyed at Stan. “You did good. Whatever happens is Stan’s fault.”

Emma was less gentle this time in her attempts, pulling hard on Stan’s hair and managing to lift his head slightly off the base before the man pulling himself back down. Stan’s arm now wrapped under Fidds’ thigh to hold himself there, no matter how hard she pulled he was locked in position. The tugging on his hair didn’t lighten up as he kept his pace, hips grinding into the mattress as his own cock weeping in his underwear. Every tug and roll of Fidds’ hips made Stan grind into the mattress, low moans from deep in his chest. The vibrations on his cock enough to push Fidds over the top, and after so long of holding back he finally broke. ”I’m- Oh St-aaaanley~” His voice cracked on a high moan and his back arched against his wife as white heat overflowed his veins. Emma let go of Stan’s hair to wrap her arms around her heaving husband and he came into Stan’s mouth. “That’s good, buttercup. It's ok, just feel it.”

Stan continued to suck and swallow around Fidds through his orgasm, a small amount of cum and spit leaking out his lips from what he couldn’t swallow. Holding his leg and hips still as Fidds quivered and twitched to keep him from triggering his gag reflex with an unexpected twitch. As Fidds started to soften in his mouth Stan moved to pull off, but as it turned out he hadn’t needed to worry about that. The hand previously in his hair returned and grabbed a fist full at the crown, he barely had time to register what was happening before his hair was roughly yanked, pulling his head up.

Fidds hissed as Stan’s was quickly pulled off his oversensitive cock with a pop. Without the incentive of making Fidds cum, and because it was a little sore from before, the hair pulling was much harder to ignore. “Ah ah ah, dol- Emma, ease up!” Stan corrected himself before he finished, no reason to dig his hole deeper. He scrambled up as she pulled him from his spot on the bed making sure they were face to face over Fidds’ shoulder. Fidds lazily watched his two lovers having this dance as he tried to catch his breath, head resting against Emma’s chest. It was harder to focus on steady breathing while sandwiched between their plush bodies during his afterglow. Really he wasn’t complaining about that.

Once Stan was in position and the pulling stopped he looked back at Emma, her stern expression was intense but he was confident. Or at least he could pretend to be, and the praise was still swimming in his head making it easier to get back on his bravado. He locked eyes with Emma and licked his lips, flashing his eyebrows with a cocky smirk. “You greedy slut.” She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself before pulling Stan into a kiss. Emma’s lips were soft against Stan’s and he pressed into the kiss immediately, hungrily deepening the kiss. She reciprocated, her tongue licking into his mouth with a groan as she tasted her husband on his tongue. The groan only made Stan want to kiss her more, and even with no more space between them he still tried.

As Stan tried to press closer their position meant Fidds’ face was nearly fully enveloped by both chests, just enough space for him to breathe and see. But only just. The constriction was enough to make taking a full lung full of breath near impossible, but he could still take short shallow breaths. All the while he could hear and see them devouring each other's lips, feel the movement of their bodies and vibrations of their groans. It was almost suffocating but he felt so incredibly at ease, comfortable and safe being squished between them. It made his relaxed, orgasm drunk brain spin. Not quite sure if he wanted to separate and watch while being able to breathe and admire them. Or he could stay and feel their desperate bodies against him as the air was squeezed from his lungs like a snake’s dinner. After thinking on it for a moment, he decided suffocating between his boyfriend’s wolly chest and his wife’s soft breasts as they made out was actually a great way to die.

Fidds now free hands moved to grab and caress along Stan’s plush body holding him close. Stan’s hard cock rubbed slightly against Fidds’ body as he shifted closer making Stan moan in the kiss. While still riding his orgasm high Fidds’ moved his lower body to press against Stan’s cock so the man could grind against him. Emma took every opportunity to devour all moans and groans coming from Stan as he started to grind against Fidds’. Stan pulled away from the kiss with a gasped groan as she grabbed a handful of his ass. Nails gently scratched at his scalp as she held him by his hair, looking him in the eyes as she licked her lips with a smirk.

”Enjoy yourself?” Her voice was low and scolding as she held Stan’s head in place, her grip loosening as they separated. “Proud of yourself are you?” The lessening pressure against Fidds allowed him to take a real lung full of air, not sure if he was dizzy from lack of oxygen or having two pairs of tits in his face. “Yes,” Stan chuckled to himself as he glanced at Fidds, “and, hell yes.” He brought a hand up to cradle Fidds face, his smirk melting to a smile as Fidds leaned into the touch and kissed his palm. She followed his gaze and had to admit Fidds really was a vision like this. Relaxed and blissed out smile with his blue half lidded eyes behind skewed glasses, watching them like they were the stars.

Yeah, no wonder Stan was proud of himself.