Timmy, Bree, and Jamal: Chapter 4
by passion_pilot_2026Abstract: The 4th of 12 chapters. Jamal comes to Timmy and Bree's home for dinner. Timmy watches Bree and Jamal make love while Timmy cleans up. \\\ It had been a week and a half since her sleepover
about 2 months ago
•long read•hot intensityAbstract:
The 4th of 12 chapters. Jamal comes to Timmy and Bree's home for dinner. Timmy watches Bree and Jamal make love while Timmy cleans up.
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It had been a week and a half since her sleepover with Jamal, and the details she'd whispered to Timmy in the dark—every thrust, every gush—had left him breathless, his small dick straining in her hand as he came with a shudder. Now, as she chopped heirloom tomatoes for a salad, Timmy hovered nearby, his wiry frame buzzing with a nervous energy that made her smile.
"You sure about this?" Bree asked, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Her athletic build, honed from years of volleyball on sun-baked courts, moved with easy grace as she leaned against the marble counter. Timmy's fantasy had evolved from mere stories to something tangible, and tonight, it was dinner with Jamal—the man who'd stolen her breath and, increasingly, her heart. Timmy nodded, his kind eyes crinkling behind wire-rimmed glasses. He was shorter than her by a good seven inches, but his wealth and warmth had drawn her in from when they first met. "I'm sure” Timmy said. “I want this for you—for us. He's part of it now." His voice was steady, laced with that charming sincerity that always melted her reservations. Bree felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of guilt and excitement. Jamal wasn't just a fling; the way he looked at her, had her questioning loyalties she'd once held ironclad.
The doorbell chimed. Timmy straightened his crisp button-down before heading to answer it. Bree peeked from the kitchen, heart pounding. Jamal stepped inside, his massive frame filling the doorway, dressed in a fitted polo that hugged his sculpted chest and jeans that did nothing to hide the bulge she'd come to crave. His dark skin glowed under the warm foyer light, and that disarming smile broke across his face as Timmy extended a hand. "Jamal, welcome," Timmy said, his grip firm despite the height difference. "I've heard so much about you—mostly from Bree's glowing reviews." There was no edge in his tone, just genuine warmth, and Jamal chuckled. "Likewise, Timmy”. Bree says you're the king of the grill. It smells amazing in here."
They moved to the dining room, where the table was set. Timmy had outdone himself: seared scallops drizzled in lemon butter, herb-crusted rack of lamb, and a quinoa pilaf studded with pomegranate seeds that popped like tiny surprises. Bree joined them, sliding into the seat between the two men, her sundress brushing Jamal's thigh under the table—a deliberate tease. Dinner unfolded with surprising ease, the three of them trading stories over glasses of pinot noir. Bree watched them, her foot idly tracing Jamal's calf, feeling the pull of two worlds colliding. She loved Timmy's quiet stability, the way he'd revealed his fantasy early on. But Jamal? He ignited her, body and soul, with a passion that made her feel alive in ways she'd forgotten.
As the meal wound down, the conversation shifted, the wine loosening tongues. Timmy set down his fork, meeting their eyes. "I know what's going on between you two. Bree's told me everything—the dates, the gym, how you make her feel." He paused, glancing at Bree with affection. "And I see it in your eyes Bree. You're in love with Jamal, aren't you?" Bree's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, reaching for Jamal's hand across the table. His fingers intertwined with hers, strong and sure. "Yes Timmy," she admitted softly, “I’ve fallen in love with Jamal,” her voice carrying the weight of confession. "But I love you Timmy—God, I do. You’re my rock, the one who makes everything make sense. But Jamal... it's mad, intense. Like I can't breathe without him near." Jamal squeezed her hand, his gaze tender, and said” "It's real for me too Timmy. I never thought I'd fall like this, but Bree's got me hooked. Doesn't mean I don't respect what you two have, Timmy. This... it's all of us, in a way."
Timmy smiled, a mix of arousal and acceptance lighting his face. "That's why I wanted you here. No secrets. Just truth." He stood, gathering plates with efficient movements. "You two go ahead. I'll clean up—take your time." Bree's pulse quickened as she rose, Jamal following her down the hall to the master bedroom. The space was their sanctuary: The Alaskan King bed draped in crisp white linens, walls adorned with framed photos from beach trips and volleyball triumphs. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the ocean, where moonlight danced on the waves like scattered diamonds. She turned to Jamal, and without a word, reached for the hem of her sundress. It pooled at her feet in a whisper of fabric, leaving her in lacy black panties and nothing else—her full breasts free, nipples already tightening in the cool air. Jamal's eyes darkened with hunger, stripping off his polo to reveal that chiseled torso she adored. His jeans followed, boxers tenting before he shoved them down, his thick cock springing free—ten inches of veined perfection, already half-hard and curving toward her. "I love you, Bree," he murmured, stepping close, his hands roaming her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. "Been dreaming of you all week."
She backed toward the bed, pulling him with her, their lips crashing in a kiss that tasted of wine and want. They tumbled onto the mattress, bodies aligning in a tangle of heat. Jamal hovered over her, mouth trailing fire down her neck, sucking at her collarbone while his fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them off with deliberate slowness. Bree spread her legs, exposing her freshly shaved pussy, already glistening. "Touch me lover," she breathed, guiding his hand between her thighs. His fingers delved in, parting her slick folds, one thick digit circling her clit before plunging inside. Bree arched, moaning into his shoulder, the stretch familiar yet electric. He added a second finger, pumping lazily, his thumb pressing rhythmic circles that made her hips buck. "So wet for me already," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "Love how you respond." She reached for his cock, stroking the velvety length, feeling it swell fully in her grip—hot, heavy, the head beading with pre-cum that she smeared down the shaft.
Foreplay built like a gathering storm, Jamal's mouth descending to her breasts, tongue laving one nipple while his hand pinched the other. Bree writhed, her free hand fisting the sheets. He kissed lower, across her toned abs, until his breath ghosted over her pussy. But she tugged him up, wanting more contact, more of him. "Inside me," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. The door creaked open then, and Timmy slipped in, his face flushed from the kitchen heat. He paused, taking in the sight: Bree splayed naked on the bed, Jamal's muscular form poised above her, both lost in the moment. Timmy's breath hitched, a visible bulge forming in his slacks. Bree locked eyes with him, her voice husky. "Get naked, honey. Sit by the bed and play with yourself. Watch us."
Timmy obeyed without hesitation, shedding his clothes to reveal his slender body and his tiny dick—Tinnie Wennie. It stood erect, two inches at full mast, twitching with need. He settled into the armchair beside the bed, legs spread, thumb and forefinger rubbing his shaft as he began to stroke slowly, eyes glued to them.
Jamal positioned himself, rubbing his cock along Bree's slit, coating it in her juices. She was on her back, legs wide, and he pushed in with a single, deep thrust—filling her utterly, the girth stretching her walls in that exquisite burn she craved. "Fuck, yes," Bree gasped, nails digging into his biceps. He started moving, hips rolling in a steady grind, each plunge hitting her core. The bed creaked under them, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, pussy clenching around his massive length.
Bree turned her head, locking eyes with Timmy, who stroked his dick faster now, pre-cum slicking his palm. She extended her hand, and he leaned forward, their fingers intertwining—romance threading through the raw fuck. "Do you like what you see, honey?" she purred, voice breathy amid Jamal's grunts. Timmy nodded. “I love you Timmy, but I’m also madly in love with Jamal. "Do you like seeing us make love, doing what lover do?” Timmy nodded. "He's going to come inside me Timmy for you to lick clean darling." Timmy's eyes widened, arousal etching his features, his strokes frantic. "God, yes... I love it. I love you Bree." The words hung electric, binding them in this twisted triad of desire. Jamal's pace quickened, sweat glistening on his skin as he drove deeper, balls slapping against Bree's ass.
"I’m gonna come," Jamal groaned, one hand bracing beside her head, the other tweaking her clit. The dual assault shattered her—orgasm crashing like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming, squirting a warm gush around his cock. "Jamal! I'm coming!" She cried out, holding Timmy's hand tighter, the connection grounding her bliss. Jamal followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt. "Here it comes... filling you up!" His cock pulsed, hot ropes of cum flooding her depths, spilling deep as he ground against her. Bree milked him, walls fluttering, the warmth spreading like liquid fire.
He pulled out slowly, a thick trail of his seed leaking from her swollen pussy. Timmy released her hand, crawling onto the bed without a word, positioning himself between her thighs. Bree spread wider, stroking his hair as his tongue darted out, lapping at the creamy mess. He started gentle, swirling through her folds, tasting the mix of Jamal's saltiness and her sweetness.
"Mmm," Timmy hummed, delving deeper, sucking her clit before plunging his tongue inside to scoop out more. Bree moaned, the tender sensation after the pounding, her body still humming. Jamal watched from the side, cock softening as Timmy ate her out with devoted fervor—his small dick bobbing untouched now, denied until she decided. Bree said “that’s it Timmy, lick-out my lover’s come.” The room filled with wet sounds and soft gasps. As Timmy cleaned her thoroughly, bringing her to a lazy afterglow peak with skilled flicks, Bree glanced between her lovers, a witty spark igniting amid the haze.
The 4th of 12 chapters. Jamal comes to Timmy and Bree's home for dinner. Timmy watches Bree and Jamal make love while Timmy cleans up.
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It had been a week and a half since her sleepover with Jamal, and the details she'd whispered to Timmy in the dark—every thrust, every gush—had left him breathless, his small dick straining in her hand as he came with a shudder. Now, as she chopped heirloom tomatoes for a salad, Timmy hovered nearby, his wiry frame buzzing with a nervous energy that made her smile.
"You sure about this?" Bree asked, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Her athletic build, honed from years of volleyball on sun-baked courts, moved with easy grace as she leaned against the marble counter. Timmy's fantasy had evolved from mere stories to something tangible, and tonight, it was dinner with Jamal—the man who'd stolen her breath and, increasingly, her heart. Timmy nodded, his kind eyes crinkling behind wire-rimmed glasses. He was shorter than her by a good seven inches, but his wealth and warmth had drawn her in from when they first met. "I'm sure” Timmy said. “I want this for you—for us. He's part of it now." His voice was steady, laced with that charming sincerity that always melted her reservations. Bree felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of guilt and excitement. Jamal wasn't just a fling; the way he looked at her, had her questioning loyalties she'd once held ironclad.
The doorbell chimed. Timmy straightened his crisp button-down before heading to answer it. Bree peeked from the kitchen, heart pounding. Jamal stepped inside, his massive frame filling the doorway, dressed in a fitted polo that hugged his sculpted chest and jeans that did nothing to hide the bulge she'd come to crave. His dark skin glowed under the warm foyer light, and that disarming smile broke across his face as Timmy extended a hand. "Jamal, welcome," Timmy said, his grip firm despite the height difference. "I've heard so much about you—mostly from Bree's glowing reviews." There was no edge in his tone, just genuine warmth, and Jamal chuckled. "Likewise, Timmy”. Bree says you're the king of the grill. It smells amazing in here."
They moved to the dining room, where the table was set. Timmy had outdone himself: seared scallops drizzled in lemon butter, herb-crusted rack of lamb, and a quinoa pilaf studded with pomegranate seeds that popped like tiny surprises. Bree joined them, sliding into the seat between the two men, her sundress brushing Jamal's thigh under the table—a deliberate tease. Dinner unfolded with surprising ease, the three of them trading stories over glasses of pinot noir. Bree watched them, her foot idly tracing Jamal's calf, feeling the pull of two worlds colliding. She loved Timmy's quiet stability, the way he'd revealed his fantasy early on. But Jamal? He ignited her, body and soul, with a passion that made her feel alive in ways she'd forgotten.
As the meal wound down, the conversation shifted, the wine loosening tongues. Timmy set down his fork, meeting their eyes. "I know what's going on between you two. Bree's told me everything—the dates, the gym, how you make her feel." He paused, glancing at Bree with affection. "And I see it in your eyes Bree. You're in love with Jamal, aren't you?" Bree's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, reaching for Jamal's hand across the table. His fingers intertwined with hers, strong and sure. "Yes Timmy," she admitted softly, “I’ve fallen in love with Jamal,” her voice carrying the weight of confession. "But I love you Timmy—God, I do. You’re my rock, the one who makes everything make sense. But Jamal... it's mad, intense. Like I can't breathe without him near." Jamal squeezed her hand, his gaze tender, and said” "It's real for me too Timmy. I never thought I'd fall like this, but Bree's got me hooked. Doesn't mean I don't respect what you two have, Timmy. This... it's all of us, in a way."
Timmy smiled, a mix of arousal and acceptance lighting his face. "That's why I wanted you here. No secrets. Just truth." He stood, gathering plates with efficient movements. "You two go ahead. I'll clean up—take your time." Bree's pulse quickened as she rose, Jamal following her down the hall to the master bedroom. The space was their sanctuary: The Alaskan King bed draped in crisp white linens, walls adorned with framed photos from beach trips and volleyball triumphs. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the ocean, where moonlight danced on the waves like scattered diamonds. She turned to Jamal, and without a word, reached for the hem of her sundress. It pooled at her feet in a whisper of fabric, leaving her in lacy black panties and nothing else—her full breasts free, nipples already tightening in the cool air. Jamal's eyes darkened with hunger, stripping off his polo to reveal that chiseled torso she adored. His jeans followed, boxers tenting before he shoved them down, his thick cock springing free—ten inches of veined perfection, already half-hard and curving toward her. "I love you, Bree," he murmured, stepping close, his hands roaming her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. "Been dreaming of you all week."
She backed toward the bed, pulling him with her, their lips crashing in a kiss that tasted of wine and want. They tumbled onto the mattress, bodies aligning in a tangle of heat. Jamal hovered over her, mouth trailing fire down her neck, sucking at her collarbone while his fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them off with deliberate slowness. Bree spread her legs, exposing her freshly shaved pussy, already glistening. "Touch me lover," she breathed, guiding his hand between her thighs. His fingers delved in, parting her slick folds, one thick digit circling her clit before plunging inside. Bree arched, moaning into his shoulder, the stretch familiar yet electric. He added a second finger, pumping lazily, his thumb pressing rhythmic circles that made her hips buck. "So wet for me already," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "Love how you respond." She reached for his cock, stroking the velvety length, feeling it swell fully in her grip—hot, heavy, the head beading with pre-cum that she smeared down the shaft.
Foreplay built like a gathering storm, Jamal's mouth descending to her breasts, tongue laving one nipple while his hand pinched the other. Bree writhed, her free hand fisting the sheets. He kissed lower, across her toned abs, until his breath ghosted over her pussy. But she tugged him up, wanting more contact, more of him. "Inside me," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. The door creaked open then, and Timmy slipped in, his face flushed from the kitchen heat. He paused, taking in the sight: Bree splayed naked on the bed, Jamal's muscular form poised above her, both lost in the moment. Timmy's breath hitched, a visible bulge forming in his slacks. Bree locked eyes with him, her voice husky. "Get naked, honey. Sit by the bed and play with yourself. Watch us."
Timmy obeyed without hesitation, shedding his clothes to reveal his slender body and his tiny dick—Tinnie Wennie. It stood erect, two inches at full mast, twitching with need. He settled into the armchair beside the bed, legs spread, thumb and forefinger rubbing his shaft as he began to stroke slowly, eyes glued to them.
Jamal positioned himself, rubbing his cock along Bree's slit, coating it in her juices. She was on her back, legs wide, and he pushed in with a single, deep thrust—filling her utterly, the girth stretching her walls in that exquisite burn she craved. "Fuck, yes," Bree gasped, nails digging into his biceps. He started moving, hips rolling in a steady grind, each plunge hitting her core. The bed creaked under them, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, pussy clenching around his massive length.
Bree turned her head, locking eyes with Timmy, who stroked his dick faster now, pre-cum slicking his palm. She extended her hand, and he leaned forward, their fingers intertwining—romance threading through the raw fuck. "Do you like what you see, honey?" she purred, voice breathy amid Jamal's grunts. Timmy nodded. “I love you Timmy, but I’m also madly in love with Jamal. "Do you like seeing us make love, doing what lover do?” Timmy nodded. "He's going to come inside me Timmy for you to lick clean darling." Timmy's eyes widened, arousal etching his features, his strokes frantic. "God, yes... I love it. I love you Bree." The words hung electric, binding them in this twisted triad of desire. Jamal's pace quickened, sweat glistening on his skin as he drove deeper, balls slapping against Bree's ass.
"I’m gonna come," Jamal groaned, one hand bracing beside her head, the other tweaking her clit. The dual assault shattered her—orgasm crashing like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming, squirting a warm gush around his cock. "Jamal! I'm coming!" She cried out, holding Timmy's hand tighter, the connection grounding her bliss. Jamal followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt. "Here it comes... filling you up!" His cock pulsed, hot ropes of cum flooding her depths, spilling deep as he ground against her. Bree milked him, walls fluttering, the warmth spreading like liquid fire.
He pulled out slowly, a thick trail of his seed leaking from her swollen pussy. Timmy released her hand, crawling onto the bed without a word, positioning himself between her thighs. Bree spread wider, stroking his hair as his tongue darted out, lapping at the creamy mess. He started gentle, swirling through her folds, tasting the mix of Jamal's saltiness and her sweetness.
"Mmm," Timmy hummed, delving deeper, sucking her clit before plunging his tongue inside to scoop out more. Bree moaned, the tender sensation after the pounding, her body still humming. Jamal watched from the side, cock softening as Timmy ate her out with devoted fervor—his small dick bobbing untouched now, denied until she decided. Bree said “that’s it Timmy, lick-out my lover’s come.” The room filled with wet sounds and soft gasps. As Timmy cleaned her thoroughly, bringing her to a lazy afterglow peak with skilled flicks, Bree glanced between her lovers, a witty spark igniting amid the haze.