Twenty-Four.
Ethan
I was excited to get home. Ashlee knew exactly what she was doing by pushing my buttons. She wanted a punishment and I wanted to deliver.
Or rather, I wanted to watch Mags deliver.
When Magnus eventually parked the car in my drive, I hurried out and yanked the back door open. I couldn't get Ashlee out quick enough, dragging her to the front door.
Mags was hot on our tail as we stepped inside, his eyes dark and hungry with desire.
“Upstairs now,” I ordered.
Ashlee scowled but started walking.
“She's all yours, pal.” I winked at Mags. "Make sure she learns her lesson.”
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, I will.”
Magnus walked on ahead of me and I followed close behind. I was happy to sit back and watch them tonight. I’d received my treat this morning which was good enough for me. More than good enough actually. It was fucking amazing.
Plus I was aching a little.
I silently took a seat while Mags stalked towards his prey. Ashlee was standing by the window, and she turned as he approached, her eyes widening when she saw his dark gaze.
“You’ve been a very cheeky girl, Red.”
She fluttered her eyebrows at him with pure innocence making him release a low growl. “Nothing to say?”
“I’m a good girl,” she purred.
I snorted a laugh, both of them turning to look at me. I cleared my throat. "Sweetheart, take your punishment like a good girl. You can't call me an ass and expect to get away with it.”
Mags smirked, his hand grabbing her ass beneath her short skirt. "These need to go, princess. Need you bare for me.”
I heard the material rip, the black lace scrunched up in his hand as he pulled it away. "Let’s turn that ass red, and then I can fuck it.”
Did I hear him right?
I still wasn't sure how I felt about him fucking her ass. He’d done it that once, but my cock had felt so good that I didn't think about it too much. I was a little... sensitive, when it came to that sort of thing. I’d never do it myself, but I was willing see how watching Mags would turn out.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tapped his thigh. "Come on, princess, get that ass over here.”
Her cheeks turned as crimson as her hair as she walked towards him. She was still dressed in that sexy leather skirt and shirt with those gorgeous high heels. It didn't surprise me that Magnus had left her clothes on beside the panties.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her over his thighs, positioning her with her ass in the air. After scrunching the skirt up to her waist, he palmed her ass cheek. "Beautiful, princess. I want you to count each blow, okay?”
“What?”
He slapped his palm against her skin hard enough to make her yelp. "Shall we try that again?”
“Yes, okay, christ,” she muttered.
“Good.”
He brought his palm down against her flesh, the sound echoing around the room.
“One,” Ashlee squeaked.
He did it again, my cock twitching as she cried out. He paused for her to count.
“Two.”
By the time he reached ten, she was panting with tears streaming down her cheeks. Mags was far more heavy handed than I was, but it was hot as fuck to watch. My dick was loving every yelp and cry which she let out.
“Good girl,” Mags murmured. His hand drifted between her thighs, seeking out her entrance.
Would she be wet for him?
His fingers stroked her slit, and then he brought his hand up in front of him. "Well, Red, look at this?” He held his fingers in front of her. "See that? You’re fucking soaked.”
I groaned quietly as my cock throbbed.
He pushed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her arousal. "That’s it, Red, taste yourself. You want me to touch you. You want my cock, don't you, princess?”
She made some incoherent noise around his fingers which were still lodged in her mouth. He pushed his fingers deeper making her gag before pulling them out.
“Stand up and bend over the bed.”
He helped her to her feet and then stood. "You don't have any lube, do you?” He looked at me after Ashlee had bent herself over the bed.
“Er, nope.” My eyebrows drew together.
“Red, don't you dare move a muscle or Ethan will spank you before we play.”
I was intrigued as he left the room. I didn't have clue what he could possibly be getting.
Did he still want to take her ass when I had no lube?
My eyebrows shot up when he walked back in with a bottle of olive oil.
“I’m improvising,” he said with a wink, noticing my confusion. He placed it on the bed beside Ashlee and hitched her skirt up to reveal her swollen ass cheeks. "Mmm, you look so sexy, Red, bent over the bed like this waiting for my cock.”
He kicked her legs wider apart to stroke her pussy. "Tell me what you want.”
"Please, Mags.”
"Please what? Tell me what you want.”
"Touch me, fuck me, anything, please.”
I chuckled. "My needy wife.”
Mags smirked as he slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp. "She is very needy.”
He pushed two fingers straight into her pussy and thrust them hard and fast. She cried out as he relentlessly fucked her until her legs began to shake. Then he stopped, removing them.
“Mags,” she complained.
He chuckled. "What, princess?”
“Please let me come.”
“But why? We're punishing you.”
"Please,” she begged. "I’ll be good.”
I loved hearing her get so needy and desperate. We both knew that she wouldn't stick to her word. She couldn't help herself. She’d roll her eyes and push our buttons again because she loved this.
He pushed his fingers back into her pussy, fucking her hard again. Her small cries of pleasure were beautiful making my cock desperate for some relief. I loved watching this. I wouldn't give myself the satisfaction of stroking myself or taking her. Next time I did, it would make it all the better.
Magnus stopped again before she could come.
“Please, Magnus,” she begged.
"You really want to come?”
“I do, fuck, please!”
He slapped her ass and then took a small step back. "If you want to come, you can, but only while I’m fucking your ass. That's my deal, take it or go without.”
She didn't say anything. Would she be able to come just from her ass?
Sure, women cried out in pleasure in porn videos, but that wasn't real. It was acting.
She'd came when we had both taken her, but that was because we'd made her. I was curious to see whether she would or not.
Magnus poured a little olive oil over his fingers, and then pushed his index finger into her tight hole. He slowly worked it in and out before adding a second.
“This might sting a little,” Mags growled while unbuckling his belt. “Your ass is so tight.”
He freed his hard dick, the sheer size a testament to his desperation to feel her. His eyes locked onto her ass with a predatory gleam as he poured a generous amount of olive oil into his hand, the liquid gleaming in the dim light. Slowly, deliberately, he worked the oil over his length, each stroke emphasizing his control and strength. The air thickened with anticipation as he lined himself up, the tension palpable.
When he began to ease his shaft in, her body reacted with a symphony of pleasure and pain. With every added inch, she hissed and moaned, her ass stretching to accommodate his formidable girth. Her back arched, her nails digging into the sheets, the sight more erotic than I had ever imagined.
I was riveted, unable to look away, my own cock like iron in my pants, throbbing with a desperate need. The intensity of their connection, the raw, primal heat between them, ignited a fire within me, a hunger I could barely control. It was a dark, intoxicating dance of dominance and submission, and I was utterly captivated.
I groaned as Ashlee released a loud wanton moan. Mags started fucking her ass deeply, taking his pleasure. She moaned again, pushing her ass back against him.
I licked my lips. She was enjoying this. She loved him taking her ass.
“Are you going to come for me?” Mags growled.
He brought a hand around to rub her clit, forcing pleasure through her body.
“Let me feel you, Red.”
“Mags,” she cried out as he pushed himself deeper.
I was aching by the time she shattered around him, crying out as she fell to her pleasure.
Mags groaned loudly as he chased his own release, slamming his hips against her, and then he grunted and stilled, spilling his seed into her ass.
I released a long breath, feeling the tension dissipate like smoke in the night air, a weight lifting off my shoulders. The sight before me was mesmerizing, a private show that would never lose its thrill. My wife, radiant and beautiful, entwined with my best friend, their connection a dance of desire and fulfilment. It brought an intoxicating satisfaction, a strange blend of possessiveness and liberation, knowing he was giving her everything she deserved. She was a queen, and he worshipped her in ways I could not, completing the parts of her soul that I couldn't reach. No matter what anyone said, this arrangement was our power play in the shadowy world we inhabited. We defied the norms, living by our own rules, and in this dark and twisted romance, we found our unique kind of happiness.