Chapter One #2
Jessie was sculpted like a Greek god. With shoulders like a mythical strongman and a torso defined by sculpted abs, he possessed a striking V-line.
He was a police officer and from my understanding, Lira was also a real estate agent, aside from her late-night freaking.
However it worked between them, I'm sure they lived normal lives without a care in the world.
Snatching my eyes away from them, I got back into my groove and released the toy from my mouth, with white slobber dripping down my chin. I'd already swallowed whatever I could, savoring the taste of my sweet goodness.
Slowly, I winced from the pain, filling me up. The dildo was every bit of six inches, but it was thick and fat, just the way I preferred it because it's not like anything larger or longer could get the job done, and a six-inch dick wasn't considered little in my eyes.
"Shiiiit," I whimpered, getting Jessie's attention.
There was so much lust and admiration in his eyes as he watched me.
"Stroke that pussy, baby," he spoke aloud.
His deep baritone vibrated through the phone and though he didn't specify who he was commanding, he had the type of voice that made you assume the position, obey and get with the fucking program. It was smooth too and there was a low gravel to it that made him vicious.
Lira popped his dick out of her mouth slowly and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, so I knew she was on the brink of cumming.
After all this time I could tell she was edging for an intense orgasm.
Hell, we both were. The perfect moment always existed and we took advantage of it all the time, releasing loud moans of satisfaction together as we watched each other's pussy twitch.
My French manicured toes curled upward as I stimmed, riding a deep wave of euphoric pleasure that I couldn't hide.
Before I knew it, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I felt hot liquid seeping out of my pussy, erupting like a volcano and dripping onto the floor, soaking my chaise.
Thankfully, I was seated on a white towel, but my juices were enough to drench the towel, causing it to dampen the chaise.
"Don't you dare stop sucking that dick," he demanded her, which sent me over the edge.
Jessie had a grip of her pretty, long, curly, jet-black mane.
He instructed her movements, watching her like a hawk, long after he snatched his gaze off of me, to watch her intently.
Lira was a pro at eating dick, from the way it looked, or Jessie had her trained.
She swallowed all of his eight inches with no problem.
Tears and slob swarmed down her face, running down her chin and touching her perky breasts, all while multitasking.
She was finger fucking her pussy, in a squat position.
Jessie was enjoying every bit of watching the love of his life, that he'd forgotten that another pair of eyes were watching them in lust and admiration.
Each time she touched his shaft, her lips kissed his abs and he flinched, not being able to handle her hot mouth.
I guess this is what it feels like to be a fly on the wall, because I was so engrossed in watching Lira please him that I made pleasing myself a never mind.
Slowly, my movements paused, as I felt another wave approaching and my toes curled again, then my stomach caved in and I began to buckle. I released a deep sigh as I rode it, then a deep wave of shock value came over me and I couldn't help but ride it and release.
"Oh fuuuuuck," I hissed as more liquid seeped out of me.
Still, after cumming back to back, I never stopped fucking myself. I could go for hours and hours, because fucking myself felt better than what any man could do and I love that for me. My pussy began to throb, but it was worth it and I deserved this shit.
Lira popped Jessie's dick out of her mouth to release sensational moans of her own and he watched with a sly smirk on his face.
"You want daddy to suck on that pussy, baby?" He asked her in a low, groggy tone.
Just as she was about to pop his dick back in her mouth to suck on it, he snatched her by the face and roughly cupped her chin, with his bushy brows furrowed, making a handsome frown appear on his face.
"Did you hear what I asked you?"
"Hmm hmm," she whimpered in a childlike tone, as if she was being scolded for something she shouldn't have been doing.
In one swift motion, his desires no longer mattered.
He lifted her up and laid her across their king-sized bed and became face to face with her pussy, sliding his thick tongue over her fat mound.
It was such a sight to see, but after I'd had an orgasm of my own, it sort of felt like I was evading in their privacy, collectively gathering whatever I could from their intimacy.
It almost felt like I shouldn't be witnessing this, their version of lovemaking. Though, it's not my first time, I mimicked a gnat, in the way, moseying around but my eyes couldn't rip away from the sensation.
Nosily, I kept watch, long after my movements had paused. Jessie was in a world of his own, pleasuring his wife as he should, and Lira was left with no choice but to suffice the urge to cum at his beckoning command.
Fetishy, she toyed around with her penny-colored nipples as her eyes remained shut.
Jessie's arms were locked around her thighs to keep her from squirming away.
Her feet dangled toward the ceiling as her toes threw up gang signs and I could only imagine how good that felt, getting her pussy licked and slurped on.
When Jessie craned his neck further, I got a view of his muscular ass in the camera and a glimpse of a glow flicker in his anus. The harder I stared, the more I realized he too had a butt plug in his ass.
I wasn't fazed and I didn't look away. Lira made sure to be very open about their sexual life and having shared partners in the bedroom only, where it felt sacred to share their humble abode.
I guess life was better that way, having a lavender marriage and having a partner who enjoys dick, just as much as you do.
A woman could take one look at Jessie and wouldn't think twice that he was interested in the opposite sex, and they were sadly mistaken.
Having seen enough, I didn't bother to announce the disconnection, but I guess my subtle movement sparked a flame from Lira, causing her eyes to dart open.
Helplessly she looked at me, gazing into my eyes with a pang of heightened intimacy that I didn't mean to cause.
Not bothering to invade in their privacy any longer, my legs dangled from behind my ears and my feet touched the plush beige rug, feeling the coziness between my toes.
I sat up, my nipples hardened catching a draft of the cold air.
Lira's eyes remained glued to me, as if she was anticipating my move.
Looking feverish, I blew a kiss at her before disconnecting the call.
My forefinger lingered over the end button as I stared blankly at my reflection.
My hazelnut skin complexion was flushed.
Lira and I had gone at it for over an hour now and I was drained.
My copper brown hair was in a top knot bun on the top of my head.
The flyaways didn't stand a chance, making the silk press I got done a few days ago stretch for a while.
My mink lashes needed a touch up and the shadow above my full upper lip was starting to announce itself, reminding me to book a wax appointment with my esthetician in the morning.
The stare matching had gone on long enough until I felt my eyes getting crossed, so I blinked back to life and stood up, making sure to wrap the damp white towel around my lower body as if I wasn't home alone.
That one-hour session with Lira made me five thousand dollars richer. At this point I was only in it for the money and truly didn't admire the desire like I used to. The way I see it, this is my daytime job and I'd rather do this than clocking in at a sloppy ass nine to five.
Trotting towards my bathroom, I opened the closet door where I kept my dirty clothes hamper, removed the towel from around my waist and tossed it inside the hamper.
Then I trotted over to my Empava hydrotherapy massage bathtub and turned the nozzle, so hot water could flow.
My fingers dangled under the stream, so I could test the temperature.
Once it was up to my liking I twisted the nozzle to add in a pinch of cold water.
Adding a little bit of Dr. Teal's Epsom salt and bubble bath, I could smell the lavender permeating through my nostrils, wafting through the bathroom.
For only a second, I stepped away so I could put my hair into a silk scarf and bonnet.
Immediately after, I sauntered back inside my bedroom to retrieve a red silk negligee from Adore Me with a matching robe.
Years ago, my auntie Nina put me on to dressing sexy at night.
Of course I was well into my adulthood when she mentioned the impromptu girl talk.
She said it makes you feel sexy on the inside and no one has to see you.
Now don't get me wrong, every other night I'll put on a muumuu and not think anything of it, but I like embracing my body.
Like clockwork, I sauntered over to my bookshelf to retrieve some vanilla creams and perfumes before walking back inside the bathroom and dipping my toe in the tub.
Releasing a deep sigh, the hot water relaxed me instantly, making me remember why I included this when I got my bathroom renovated.
It was more to it than the look that was so appealing and for good measure, I'd be soaking in this tub for hours.
I winced just a tad when my back touched the cool porcelain, but after a millisecond I relaxed and closed my eyes, feeling the hot water tingle all over my body.