"Uhhh...oh Jaina!"
Of all the things that Aggra was expecting to hear her husband Go'el - more commonly called Thrall - utter when she'd gone looking for him around the back of their hut, this was certainly not it. The Mag'har orcess huddled close to the wall of the hut and peered around the corner of it. A few meters away, her greenskinned orc husband was sitting with his back up against the shed where they kept their farming equipment and other supplies. He was bare-chested (as he often was when working outdoors), and from the looks of it he was currently taking a break from working.
Well, break was certainly one way of putting it. His belt was loosened, and his pants were pulled down just enough for his cock to be freed from its confines. He had a grimace on his face, his pronounced muscles flexing and sweat glistening on his chest as he fisted his cock. Aggra watched, gaping, as a prodigious flow of precum leaked from his cock, and from the looks of it he was jerking his cock so rapidly that he was working the precum up into a bubbly lather.
Ordinarily, such a sight would be enough to get Aggra aroused, and indeed, she couldn't help but admit that she was; already she could feel a growing tingle in her loins. After a few years of marriage, the female orc's attraction to the former Horde warchief had not abated in the slightest, and seeing him working their farm half naked was usually enough to start getting her wet, let alone seeing him masturbating as he was now. However, what he'd uttered during this apparent impromptu masturbation session gave Aggra pause.
Jaina.
Aggra knew immediately that there was only one Jaina in the universe that Thrall could be referring to. Jaina Proudmoore - one of the most powerful human mages in Azeroth and, as of fairly recently, the Lord Admiral of Kul'tiras.
Jaina's history with her husband was well known to Aggra by now, as Thrall had been rather open about it. They'd become reluctant allies against a common foe during the pivotal Battle of Mount Hyjal, then neighbors in Kalimdor during a time of tenuous peace between the Alliance and Horde. And in the case of the two of them specifically, friends. Many a conflict from either faction had been defused thanks to Thrall and Jaina's level-headed leadership of their respective factions, and it had not been uncommon for the two of them to confide in each other in secret meetings away from watching eyes, both Alliance or Horde.
The latter point had caused Aggra to raise her eyebrow when Thrall had first told her, but he had assured her that he and Jaina's meetings had been nothing but professional and friendly, and hadn't gone any further than that. Aggra had sensed the sincerity of her husband's words, and she took his word for it. Not that she would have or should have been too incensed by it even if their meetings had delved into the romantic; after all, this was a time before she and Thrall had even met each other, let alone married each other. It would be unreasonable for her to be jealous over her orc husband's previous supposed dalliances prior to marriage, nor he with hers. Still, hearing Thrall's lust-fueled utterances now certainly got Aggra questioning the truth of those past meetings between him and the human sorceress...
But then their star-crossed friendship had taken a turn for the worse after Thrall put aside the mantle of warchief in order to help mend Azeroth of the damage being wrought by the black dragon, Deathwing. He'd passed said mantle to his then-subordinate, Garrosh Hellscream, who not long after that took it upon himself to wage open war on the Alliance, beginning with mana-bombing Jaina's new home in Kalimdor, Theramore Isle. Jaina had, according to Thrall, become filled with rage, vengeful, blaming the Horde and even blaming Thrall himself for uplifting Garrosh in the first place. From what Thrall had solemnly told her about it, the two of them had nearly come to blows with each other over it.
War between the Alliance and Horde had more recently continued with what is now referred to as the Fourth War, but a twist of fate had put Aggra's husband and Jaina back on the same side with each other, if only briefly. The new warchief, Sylvanas Windrunner, imprisoned and planned to execute the (according to her) treasonous Baine Bloodhoof, prompting members of both factions including Thrall and Jaina to launch a successful rescue mission to free Baine. Despite the somber circumstances surrounding it, Thrall and Jaina had mended their fragmented friendship thanks to that shared goal. Although Thrall hadn't gone into many of the specifics of their conversation when recounting this to Aggra, she'd seen a glimmer of joy in her husband's eyes when he told her that he and Jaina had reconciled.
The end of the Fourth War had brought relief to countless people on both sides, and Aggra was further elated that her husband had reconnected with what was once his closest friend from the enemy faction. Though, seeing him now, she wasn't so sure anymore.
Aggra peered around the corner again, watching her husband. She watched keenly as she saw Thrall tense up, clenching down hard as if he was in pain as his cock-pumping went into overdrive, his fist jerking rapidly thanks to the lather of precum lubricating his efforts. His thick green cock twitched, once, twice, and then with a barely-audible gasp of "Ahhhh J- Jaina!", his cock erupted like a geyser. Aggra covered her mouth to muffle her gasp as thick streams of pearly cum shot several feet into the air. Still Thrall kept jerking, grimacing and grunting as his cock pulsed and fired several thick ropes of cum up in the air in what was easily the most intense cumshot Aggra had ever seen him unleash in all their time being married. The cum made a mess of his pants, his own bare chest, and the ground around him, but he was too caught up in his lust to seemingly notice or care.
Finally, his intense orgasm subsided, and he slumped back against the shed, letting out a long sigh of relief. A few moments later, the burly orc blinked rapidly a couple times as if remembering where he was, sprung to his feet and quickly went into the shed to find something to clean himself off, clearly trying hastily to wipe away any evidence of what had happened. Not a minute later, he'd cleaned himself up, tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants and went back into the shed for a farming hoe, seemingly intent on returning to work.
Aggra, meanwhile, was stunned. She didn't know what to make of what she'd just caught her husband doing, nor was she prepared for the borderline impressive climax she'd just witnessed from him. She and Thrall did not exactly slack in their love life; even since the birth of their son Durak four years ago and daughter Rehze a year later, they still had sex on a regular basis, and it was great sex, truth be told. Looking at the sheer quantity of seed he'd ejaculated and the velocity by which he'd ejaculated it, however, one would think that Thrall hadn't gotten physical relief in years! Aggra was almost frustrated by it, in a way. What could've caused this?
She turned the corner and leaned back against the wall of their hut. No...no, it was a dumb question to ask herself, she thought. It was obvious what had caused the scene she just witnessed ...Jaina. That human woman had, without even being present, caused her husband to cum harder than he probably ever had with Aggra herself. And there was no telling how many times Thrall had masturbated to the thought of this other female when Aggra wasn't looking. Amid the whirlwind of thoughts rushing through the orcess' head, she briefly wondered how Thrall even had enough cum left for Aggra herself when they had sex, if this brief bit of masturbation was anything to go by.
The brown-skinned orcess felt dizzy, short of breath and...
Wet.
Aggra's eyes widened as she realized for the first time how soaking wet her pussy was. A trickle of clear fluid ran down her leg and she hastily bent down to wipe it away. Her legs trembled as she tried to reconcile this. Like an out-of-body experience, she'd become so terribly aroused from watching and hearing her husband's private moment, somehow without even realizing how aroused she was.
And like the unique intensity of her husband's orgasm that she'd just witnessed, this arousal she was feeling was different, she knew it. Seeing her husband half naked and masturbating his considerably-sized cock was an arousing sight for Aggra on its own, there was no doubt. But the horrid, salacious truth was that Aggra was even more aroused by the knowledge that Thrall was masturbating to another woman - a human woman with whom he had years of history.
Aggra had met Jaina a couple of times before, namely at the war crimes trial for Garrosh Hellscream. Even considering the clear physical differences between orcs and humans, Jaina was undeniably attractive in a way that crossed many racial boundaries. Being a human, and a mage at that, she was not strongly built like orc females, but the snowy-blond haired woman had a firm, slender figure that was still curvaceous in all the right places, and with an ample bosom and unblemished milky peach skin as was common in humans. And the human woman was still in her prime and showed no obvious signs of age yet. Perhaps most important of all though, Jaina had an aura about her that exuded confidence and power, and that was undeniably attractive all its own and, Aggra suspected, the thing that may have endeared her to Thrall in the first place.
In her youth, Aggra had gotten "friendly" with the occasional orc female in her tribe. When she came of age, she had been intimate with one or two females after they'd gone off on a hunt or finished a day of shaman training together. She had fond memories of those times, although she'd not been with another sexual partner since she'd married Thrall. Thinking long and hard about Jaina Proudmoore however, she began to see what her husband saw in her.
Before she could even suppress them, fantasies roamed freely through her head. She saw Jaina, spread eagle on the fur-covered ground of their hut, she saw Thrall taking the human woman by the tresses of her white and blond hair, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth and down her throat, and she saw herself, crawling toward Jaina's spread legs, her cute little human pussy pink and glistening wet. And she pictured herself taking Jaina's silky smooth legs, one in each hand, and pressing her mouth to that lovely human cunny, injecting her tongue right into it as Jaina moaned loudly, the noise muffled from choking down her husband's green cock.
Aggra shivered, shaking her head and snapping out of her fantasy. She saw Thrall walking in the opposite direction to go till their crops, and she dashed around the corner of the hut before he could turn and spot her. She needed to go check on her children in the hut and prepare dinner for them. But she could still feel the wetness and heat in her loins, could still picture her husband's spurting cock and the way he moaned "Jaina."
