Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
“Support her back,” he orders. “I need to taste her fucking delicious pussy.”
Working at a frantic pace, he flicks her legs over his shoulder, opening her up to him like she’s the sexiest fucking scarf I’ve ever seen. And promptly buries his face in her pussy.
Watching the people I love loving each other has never failed to stimulate me.
Sophie always used to adore having Carlo’s full attention; I know how she feels. When he’s focused solely on me, it’s an experience I can’t refuse.
As I observe him chasing her release, unselfishly wanting her to feel his love, my previous anxieties ebb away, replaced by excitement that the three of us can move to this next stage of our intimacy together.
As Sophie’s groans become louder, I bend to kiss her.
“I want to cum with you inside me,” she mumbles against my lips. “Let me see him fuck you.”
Carlo hears her and rocks back, and once she’s positioned in her hammock, I notice Carlo reaching for a tube of lube. Sparks of excitement shoot up my spine.
“Enter her slowly,” he commands. While still on his knees behind me.
I hook Sophie’s legs over my shoulders, my cock sliding inside her wetness with ease.
Carlo’s hand rubs over my butt.
“Relax,” he orders.
I try to, but it’s hard. The alien object he pushed into my butt earlier is still there. Trying to do as he’s asking, I thrust into my wife, losing myself in her tightness once more.
“Lay forward over Sophie, keep your hips still, and kiss her,” he orders bossily.
I comply, allowing him to remove the plug. Once it’s gone, a sense of emptiness greets me, but it doesn’t last, as he replaces the plug first with his wet tongue. He licks around me and in me, the sensations he’s generating are divine. I rock gently into Sophie, barely moving.
He keeps spreading what I assume to be saliva on me until I’m dripping wet. After a few minutes, he withdraws his tongue and slides a finger inside me. His intrusion forces me a little deeper into my wife, and we both groan in chorus.
“Is that good, darling?” Sophie mumbles into my mouth.
“Ahh, yeah, this is insane.”
“It gets better,” Carlo whispers, but his impatience seems to snap. “Fuck it, I can’t wait. Not anymore, I want you, Compagno. Please tell me you’re ready.”
“Yes, Carlo,” I say, unable to add more.
For years I couldn’t let this happen, couldn’t bear it—but with him, now, I’m not just willing, I’m craving the experience. It seems less like breaking and more like being set free.
He stands, and I hear the click of the lube again. Sophie pulls my face toward her, hungrily kissing me.
In seconds, Carlo’s dick’s tip presses against me. And suddenly I don’t know why I’ve waited so long. I’m almost feral with my need to experience him pushing his enormous cock inside me.
Having been previously frightened it would hurt, I yearn for the bite of pain I’m certain his size will give me.
“Can I fuck your husband, please, Sophie?” he pleads playfully.
“Yes,” she replies, no hesitation, no doubts.
He parts my butt cheeks, his long fingers curling around to my hip bones, firmly gripping me tight, as I’ve done to him many times.
Carlo’s inexperience shows in a moment of hesitation. Feeling him, mimicking my actions with him sends a rush through me—it tells me that when I had him, it was good for him too.
He pushes against me, my body’s natural resistance stopping him. I kiss Sophie’s throat, urging my body to relax for him.
My body opens, allowing his tip inside. And we both groan. Sophie’s pussy is pulsing on my cock, but until he’s buried inside me, I have to push the sensation away, unwilling to orgasm until he’s at least entered me properly.
“Are you okay?” Carlo grunts.
Fuck, I am so much more than okay; this is insanely hot.
“Yeah, keep going,” I beg.
He pushes harder, slipping deeper inside me, and this time I can’t stop myself pushing deeper inside Sophie. Her wet pussy is dripping onto my balls.
“More,” I moan, needing more, wanting him all the way.
“Fuck, Spencer, you’re so freaking tight,” he groans through gritted teeth.
With that, he slams into me harder, and this time his balls knock against mine. Telling me he’s as far as his body will allow.
He holds still for two or three seconds, giving us both a chance to adjust.
“Please fuck me,” wails Sophie.
“Your wish is my command,” Carlo responds, withdrawing a little and then pounding into my ass, forcing me deeper into my wife.
“Fuck. I will not last,” Carlo groans again.
Thank God, because I’m hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
Carlo pants with each thrust; it’s the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. Sophie’s walls grip my dick hard as she detonates around me.
The mix of emotional and physical sensations that release inside me go off like a firework, a sudden rushing feeling sends all the blood in my head south, seeming to force its way out of the end of my dick at such a rate that I question whether my release will cause damage.
“Agha,” I yell, forgetting Carlo and my agreement to be quiet.
But I needn’t have worried because five seconds later, when Carlo’s fingers dig into my hips in a death grip, he forces himself as deep inside me as he can and makes a wail I’ve never heard before.
The heat of his release inside me feels incredible. His body is trembling against mine. We’re both overcome with emotion.
“Oh, Carlo,” Sophie says, reaching for him. It’s so typical of her to want to share out her love.
He allows her to pull us both tight to her, so that she may cradle us both, using the support of the double hammock and Carlo’s physical strength not to collapse.
“I love you. Both of you,” Carlo’s words are clear, but the moment he finishes speaking I can sense his racking sobs against my back.
My heart swells, sandwiched between the two people who, time and again, have proven that even when I gave up on myself, they had the strength to pull me back.
Later, when we’ve stumbled inside, all of us exhausted, we quickly shower and then at Sophie’s insistence, all crash out on the bed.
“Do we need to talk about what just happened?” Sophie asks, her voice a mere whisper.
“No.” Carlo and I reply in unison.
Our response makes her giggle.
"We just need to enjoy it," Carlo murmurs, pressing closer behind me. His arms encircle both Sophie and me, his hand drawing mine to hers, until our joined hands are trapped warmly in Carlo’s.
For the first time in forever, I’m at peace—with who I am, and with the people I love. The road here wasn’t easy, but somehow, we found our way back to each other.
THE END