Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
“I think I’ll be the judge of that.” I slide myself between her legs, slipping my crown along her seam. She tilts her pelvis trying to capture me and push me up inside her. When I withdraw, she moans. “You’re quite wet, but I’ve felt you wetter.” I torment her.
With a firm tug on her nipples, she grinds against me again. I know she’s getting desperate. Her body quivers.
For my plan to work, I need her in an absolute state of euphoria, so lost to me she doesn’t notice what’s going on behind us.
“Ah, Spencer, please, let me feel you inside me,” she moans.
There’s a slight creak on the deck behind me.
“Keep watching for those boats; they usually come in around this time. I don’t want anyone to see my sexy wife in the throes of passion,” I murmur, hoping to keep her attention focused ahead or on us.
Unable to resist any longer, I widen her gait, sliding my crown against her and making her groan again.
His fingertips touch the base of my spine, and his lips dust over my shoulder; my body naturally arching into him. But I don’t want her to see his shadow on the deck yet, and clench my butt cheeks in silent reprimand.
To keep Sophie distracted, I fill my wife hard and fast, making her squeal at my intrusion.
More for effect than necessity, I clamp my hand on her mouth, taking total control of the scene, just as she wanted, yanking her body against mine while thrusting inside her, knowing this makes her body react to me the most.
Hard. Rough. Passionate.
While I’m distracted, and focused on Sophie, losing myself in her tight pussy, he pushes something inside my puckered hole, stretching me and making me groan.
Sophie’s already pulsing on my dick, helping to disguise my reaction to him, but the anticipation of the unveiling of his presence to Sophie is reducing my usual control.
“Do you like the idea of being watched while I fuck you, baby?” I make my voice deep, my mouth close to her ear so that my words will vibrate down her spine. A rush of moisture greets me, as I intended.
I slide my hand to her throat, allowing her to speak but maintaining my dominant stance.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“You think I’d let strangers see my wife naked?” I pull on her, getting ready to spin her around, and praying he’s in position. “Tell me what happens next in your dream.” I thrust again. “Your full of my cock, out here where anyone could see you. What happens next?”
“Carlo is watching,” she gasps breathlessly.
“Carlo? You want him to see how much you prefer my dick?” I growl teasing him.
She doesn’t respond straight away, but I sense Carlo seething behind me. The idea makes me grin.
“I want to see his desire when he watches you with me.” I pull her hips toward me, altering her angle a little and making her gasp. “To see him touch you.”
“Will you tease me with Carlo?”
“I—I . . .” She’s not sure what to say, which amuses me even more. They both used to love teasing me by touching each other knowing I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“If he were here right now, what would you want from him?”
“I want my fantasy,” she wails.
“What’s your fantasy, Sophie?” I force myself into her harder, making her brace her arms against the railing as she pushes back on me.
“I want to suck his cock while you’re fucking me, and then . . . ahh.”
“And then what, Sophie?”
“I want him to fuck you, while I watch. I want to see him lose himself inside you,” she gasps as my cock swells at the thought.
“But he’s never done that. He’s never fucked me there.”
“That’s why I want it. It’s forbidden. Naughty.”
With my mouth against her ear I murmur, “You want to see me fucked by my lover?”
“Yes,” she groans.
I lift her and spin us both around to see Carlo gloriously naked with his cock in hand on the sunbed behind us.
“It’s your lucky day, Bella,” my boyfriend purrs.
Smiling, I notice he’d removed his jewelry.
He knows I’m terrified of this. This is my last gift to him; after this, they’ll be no going back for either of us.
It’s intended to be my declaration of acceptance.
I’ve resisted until now, concerned about what it means.
But with the help of my psychologist, I realize it doesn’t matter what label anyone else puts on this.
It seems right. Carlo feels right. I trust him.
Love him. I belong to him as much as I belong to Sophie, and I want no barriers to remain between us.
That hasn’t stopped my fear, though. Previously, he’s only ever inserted a finger or slim vibrator inside me.
“Carlo!” she exclaims, her pussy gripping me firmly.
Carlo arrived yesterday, but he’s remained out of sight. She didn’t know I’d flown him in; it’s my anniversary surprise to her, and I sincerely hope I haven’t overstepped. The three of us haven’t been together since before Lily was born.
Needing to keep control for her fantasy to be consistent, I test her.
“Open your mouth, Sophie, I want to see you sucking my lover’s cock,” I groan into her ear.
She instantly bends at the waist while I hold her hips, stabilizing her, and a rush of relief floods through my blood.
I peer up at Carlo and notice he’s watching me instead of her.
Sophie moans as she sucks his cock into her mouth. She takes him so deep that his eyelids droop a little. It’s so erotic seeing my wife giving my lover such pleasure.
“I’ll fuck his ass so good, Bella. He’s going to fuck you while I fuck him. You’ll never experience a more explosive orgasm with him.” Carlo directs his speech at Sophie but it’s me he’s staring at when he speaks.
“Ah, per l’amor di Dio, your wife is so good at sucking my cock, Compagno,” he groans, and his eyelids slide closed, clearly overwhelmed.
I slam into her, holding tight to her hips, needing to pull her orgasm from her soon because I can’t hang on much longer.
Thankfully, within a few thrusts she explodes, gasping for air and arching her back.
Carlo carefully slides off the lounger so that I can lower Sophie down. I grit my teeth. My release is so close but I push it back down, knowing I need to wait and the restraint will only heighten the experience for all of us.
“The hammock will be easier,” he says.
Gesturing to the canvas swing that’s large enough for two, which overlooks the beach. We’re probably too far out, but if someone had binoculars or even a good zoom on their camera, they’d be able to see us. He must notice my hesitation.
“Trust me, Compagno, it won’t take long; you’re going to be squealing like a pig in no time,” he taunts, while trailing his fingers around my jaw. I’m certain he wants to kiss me, but before we go any further, I need to check in with Sophie.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
When I glance at her and see her lustfully gazing at our crotches, I have my answer.
Upon hearing my voice, she beams up at me, her cheeks still flushed after her orgasm, and nods simply.
“I’ve wanted to watch Carlo do this for years,” she replies, her breathless response making me ache for the time we’ve lost.
Asking Carlo how he feels isn’t necessary. He’s been gagging to fuck me ever since I first penetrated him, fourteen years ago.
After hearing my wife’s response, Carlo impatiently turns my head back to him, kissing me firmly, bossily. Typical of Carlo. My friend doesn’t ask; he takes, yet somehow, he always stays within my boundaries.
His hand dusts down my chest, and I lean into his touch. My enjoyment is heightened knowing that Sophie’s watching us.
Slowly, I curl my hand around him, making him hiss.
“You love Spencer touching you, don’t you, Carlo?” Sophie asks, her voice more confident than before. It’s a rhetorical question; she doesn’t expect a response.
This is the one part of her fantasy I haven’t shared with Carlo because I was uncertain how he’d feel about it until he experienced her commanding the narrative.
She describes the experience as having us be slaves to her pleasure.
I sense her beside us and feel her hair tickling my chest.
Carlo breaks his contact with my mouth to groan, and I glance down to see Sophie with her hand around his back and her tongue flicking over his nipple. He pushes his hips forward, and I suspect she’s inserted her finger in him.
Unable to resist her, I skim my palm over her backside, as Carlo reaches for my dick, trapping Sophie between us.
Fuck. Having both my lovers out here, exposed to the world, feels epic. I’m luxuriating in the emotional shift my newfound acceptance has given me when Sophie speaks again.
“His cock is sticky with my cream, lick it off,” she demands.
Tapping my wrist, her silent request means I have to let go of Carlo, so that she can step to my side.
Unused to being instructed by anyone, I don’t miss Carlo’s wry grin and raised eyebrow but he releases me. And to my surprise, sinks to his knees to fulfill her instruction.
Sophie knows how much I love being in Carlo’s mouth. Once she’s satisfied that he’s doing as he’s told, she presses her body against mine, using her hand to pull my head down and kiss me.
As Carlo gradually trails his tongue along my cock, painfully slowly, my frustration to speed things up mounts.
By the time he takes the entire length into his mouth, my body stiffens, and I have to clench my fists tightly to prevent myself from orgasming.
“Let go, darling, it’ll relax you,” Sophie murmurs against my lips.
I didn’t need telling twice. Sophie and I held Carlo’s head together, while I pumped into his mouth. Her other hand trails over my bottom.
Just as I feel the pressure plummeting toward my release, Sophie’s hand discovers the plug and immediately starts manipulating the object in my butt. The sensation rips up my spine.
“Ahh,” I groan as I explode into Carlo’s mouth.
The emotional overload of the three of us being together, and the feeling of an alien object inside me make my euphoria even more intense.
I shiver with sensitivity and pleasure. But Carlo keeps sucking me until I have no choice but to stop him.
He releases me to grab Sophie instead.