Chapter Eighteen #2
Watching her tongue flicking around his fingers while he stares at me is too much. I want to be involved, to be in there with them. Being a fly on the wall isn’t enough. I want to control the scene, to tell him what he can and can’t do to her. She’s mine.
She sucks his first two fingers into her mouth; the memory of the pull of her suction on my dick leaves me so hard, my head feels light. Even without being able to hear her, I know she’s humming. But she never looks at me. Not once.
With a smile, he returns his hand between her legs, pumping his thick fingers in and out of her and making her moan. I can’t hear her, but I can see her mouth and from experience can recall the pitch of each breathless moan.
Carlo keeps going, working her, whipping her up into a lust-fueled frenzy.
He’s talking to her the whole time, no doubt teasing her, and building the tension between them into an inferno.
My cock is desperate for relief. It’s throbbing so badly, as though it has its own pulse.
Sophie throws her head back, clearly overcome. I know her body so well, I can see how close she is to her release. His fingers work in and out of her faster, and she’s losing her mind. He looks straight at me, locking eyes with me as she detonates.
“Let me in.” I mouth to him, but his only response is a beaming grin.
Once her body has finished shuddering, he lifts his hands to his own mouth, greedily licking her off his fingers.
The moisture builds on my tongue at the thought of doing the same.
With clean hands, my best friend lifts my wife onto the chair which has been strategically positioned so that spectators at the window have the perfect view.
From experience, I know how much he loves using this type of apparatus. It forces the user into the perfect position for sex, allowing her body to be supported, legs spread wide, knees bent; and every limb can relax.
As soon as Sophie is comfortable, he steps away, giving me the perfect view of my wife’s glistening pink pussy, open and ready for action.
Being able to see her in such detail, but unable to touch or even communicate with them, is torture. I’m desperate to release.
I can’t take my eyes off my wife’s sublime body, so when Carlo steps toward the glass totally naked with his dick in one hand and a condom in the other, he surprises me.
“Condom or no condom?” he asks me with gestures while slowly jerking himself off, his big, hard cock begging to be sucked.
I stare at his hardness for several seconds, catching myself licking my lips.
My gaze floats up his torso; well-defined abs below a sculpted firm chest, my attention comes to rest on his plump lips.
“Let. Me. In.” I say clearly but calmly, so that there can be no mistaking my words.
“No condom?” he asks. Feigning a surprised expression.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I couldn’t care less whether he’s sheathed up. Neither of us ever has sex without a condom with anyone else. So, I’m as sure as I can be that she’ll be safe from STDs. Sophie has an implant, so there is no chance of pregnancy.
Besides, I’m ninety-nine percent sure he’ll pull out and ejaculate onto her rather than inside her anyway. He’ll want me to see his mark on her just like he does on me.
“Condom,” I insist just to be petulant.
He grins, turning to Sophie, who plucks the little package out of his fingers, tossing it toward the door in a blatant show of disgust, before meeting my eyes with a hard, defiant glare.
“Fuck,” I say again. “Chas, get the master key to this room,” I call over my shoulder.
“That’s against club policy, and he’s locked it on the inside, anyway.”
I turn furious at being questioned, even though my request is totally illogical.
“You have a wife and a small baby. If you want to keep your job, you’ll do as I say and get that fucking key. Now!”
He stares at me, unaccustomed to such an outburst from me.
“Yes, sir.”
With trembling hands, I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing Carlo’s number. I’m half surprised when he connects the call. He knows it’s me from my designated ringtone.
His phone in one hand, and his dick still in the other.
“Compagno.”
“I can’t believe you’ve fucking brought her here. You’re such a cunt.” I growl, which only makes him laugh.
“You really shouldn’t talk to the new owner of this establishment like that. He might ban you for life.”
I hear Sophie giggle in the background, and narrow my eyes at him, unamused.
He’s fucking told her. A spark of anger blends with lust and causes me to become aggressive.
“Let me in, Carlo.”
“Bella, he wants me to open the door,” Carlo states in a smug tone, while flipping his phone to speaker.
“No,” she states, staring at me directly. “He’s had his fun. Tonight, I’m going to have mine.”
Her arched eyebrow tells me without words that she won’t take any nonsense from me, and fuck me, I nearly come on the spot. I love seeing her like this. She’s never allowed me to dominate her but seeing her actively taking control is mind-blowing.
“Leave the phone on. Please? Let me hear you,” I beg.
They glance at each other, and I hold my breath, waiting for Sophie’s final decision. Somehow, it seems like there’s more riding on this than just me listening to them having sex. This is my gauge of how hard it’s going to be to make things right with her.
When her head bobs, I sigh with relief.
He slides his phone onto the table beside Sophie, standing by her head, with his cock in hand.
“Remind him how you love sucking me, but be careful of your teeth.”
His words turn my blood to fire. My mind’s been reeling with visions of them fucking each other all day.
Is this the first time he’s touched her?
Negotiating Carlo’s piercings for a small mouth isn’t easy, and I’ve never seen my wife do it before. Carlo’s had three piercings in the last two years, because, of course, he has. He never does anything by half measures.
Sophie leans forward, her shoulders back and perky tits on full display, making my pulse pound. The design of the seat means her legs are parted wide; her knees bent; her open pussy is begging for my cock.
Her tongue flicks out, guiding his cock into her mouth. She parts her lips wide, tilting her head perfectly to accommodate him.
Christ, just watching her is one of the most spellbinding things I’ve seen in a long time.
My heart squeezes as I watch my best friend’s cock sinking between my wife’s lips. The burn of jealousy is making everything more intense, but I can’t determine if it’s due to him touching Sophie, or Sophie touching him.
Carlo’s staring at me, and the intensity of his dark stare forces my hand to my crotch, squeezing myself through my trousers to relieve the tight sensation.
He licks his lips. The bastard knows what he’s doing. His eyelids are growing heavy, telling me he’s close.
His dark tanned skin and typically Italian features are the perfect contrast to her delicate fairness. Like a Ying-Yang or ebony and ivory. Totally opposite, and yet, designed to fit together. They’re dazzling together, like two beacons of light that lure my darkness toward them.
My breathing is labored as I watch his fingers dipping down into her pussy.
“Christ, you’re so good at sucking my cock, Bella,” he purrs. “You’re getting almost as good as your husband.”
She groans, and I can feel the vibration from her mouth rattling up my shaft.
The sensation forces my eyelids to slam shut, for fear I won’t last. I take a deep breath to regain control of my body.
Unwilling to miss their show, I crack my eyes back open just in time to see him slip his bare dick inside her. She throws her head back at his intrusion.
The angle of her body in that fucking chair, which is absolutely coming home with us, allows Sophie to sit up enough that she can see me through the glazed window.
Her gaze meets mine for a few moments. Her pupils are enormous, covering most of her irises, indicating she’s seconds away. When Carlo picks up the pace, pounding into her, she slams them shut.
Fuck me, do I love watching his round butt tensing as he drives himself deeper, and deeper inside my wife?
I consider removing myself from my trousers, as my fist rubs my dick harder through the fabric, conscious my touch is no longer relieving the tightness there.
A distant high-pitched noise pours into my ears, and I realize it’s coming from Sophie.
Christ. She’s going to cum again already. This entire scene is really turning her on, and the thought of that makes my situation worse.
Carlo maintains his relentless rhythm at an unnatural pace. Seeing his enthusiasm makes me feel like breathing for her. I know he’s missed her; I can see it every time he looks at her.
It’s impossible not to witness the moment she detonates, because she literally explodes, fluid pouring down onto Carlo’s feet. She’s fucking squirting all over them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kalie’s voice groans.
I turn pushing her away as if she’s scolded me. The idea of her watching my wife and best friend’s pleasure abhorrent.
“Go away. I’ve told you I’m not interested,” I growl, talking to Kalie, being anywhere near her makes me feel dirty all of a sudden.
I pivot back to my viewing position in an ill thought out ridiculous attempt to fill the window so that she can’t see them. Experience should have told me Kalie wouldn’t give up.
“What’s got into you tonight?” she snaps.
Her hands circle me from behind, touching me through my trousers.
“Don’t you want your wife to know . . .”
A flash of what I interpret to be pain crosses Sophie’s face. Seeing her discomfort is enough to ignite my fury.
I spin back to Kalie, thrusting her back from me harshly.
“I’ve told you nicely, but you won’t fucking listen, will you? Fuck. Off.”
“Spencer!” Sophie’s reprimanding tone rattles through my phone speaker.
I pivot, glancing back at my wife. My best friend’s head is now between her legs, and her body is jerking, as if his tongue is electrocuting her.
“Let me see your whore sucking you,” she orders, fire flashing in her eyes, defying me to overrule her.
Kalie’s eyebrows dart up, showing she’s as shocked as I am. Not just by Sophie’s words, but also no doubt the way she’s speaking to me.
The scene confuses my drink-addled brain. My only certainty at this moment is that I don’t want Kalie to touch me. The thought is repulsive. Bile burns in the back of my throat.
I stare at the woman in front of me. Kalie hasn’t done anything wrong.
She doesn’t deserve my disdain, but it’s not her I want.
Her purpose in my life is lost. Now that she’s been with Carlo, she’s no longer the diversion she once was.
And after seeing Sophie here, it’s painfully clear that Kalie has never measured up to her.
I need to be in that room; with the two people who mean more to me than anyone aside from Lily.
Kalie’s lips twitch into a smirk as she takes a step back toward me, reaching for my trousers.
“No,” I state, my tone firm.
Kalie halts and glances through the window. I don’t want her looking through there, so I sidestep her and block her view.
Sophie’s moans surround us; I can see Kalie’s chest moving up and down frantically. My wife is turning her on; the concept deepens my loathing of my behavior.
“I want to see what she does to you; that’s so much better than me,” Sophie demands breathlessly; “I want to understand why . . .”
Sophie stops speaking abruptly, but she’s said enough for me to know that she’s craving the power trip.
Her words shatter me. How can I tell her she’s completely missed the point? I need her to know how wrong she is. But my mind is so confused. Helplessness takes over my actions, rendering me weak.
Nothing about Kalie is better than Sophie. As I stand here now, watching my wife enjoying Carlo’s tongue. I study her; really study her.
Sophie’s body is toned and lithe from years of dancing. She’s blonde and so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at her, but it’s her spark that’s irresistible. She has a sharp wit and an open mind. For a brief moment, I turn to glance at Kalie. A dancer. Similar height. Gregarious.
Am I attracted to Kalie because she reminds me of Sophie? Undoubtedly.
Was I lining Kalie up to replace Sophie? No. My attraction to Kalie was based on the fact that she didn’t want a relationship. Carlo had never met her, so when I was with her there was nothing to remind me of him.
I close my eyes, reality hitting me harder than ever before. Somehow, I need to get Sophie back. But first I need to take my punishment. My dick recedes a little, knowing I have no choice but to let Kalie touch me.
She grins, no doubt amused by the control Sophie has over me. Kalie reaches for my trousers, while I turn to the side, allowing Sophie a front-row seat.
My wife groans loudly, the sound of her pleasure sending a torrent of blood south and hardening my cock.
“Hurry!” she demands, but I’m not sure who she’s talking to until she says, “Whoever comes first, wins.” Sophie groans. “The losers have to stop. Immediately.”
Kalie drops to her knees as she releases me from my trousers. She runs her tongue over my cock, greedily slurping up my pre-cum. While my gaze never leaves my wife’s face. The emotions are mixing with the chemicals in my bloodstream, causing an effect like a brass band crashing through my mind.
Sophie’s voice cuts through.
“He tastes good, doesn’t he, you little slut?” Sophie asks. At the beginning of her sentence, her voice sounds dreamy; by the end, she’s spitting her words with disdain.
“Umm,” Kalie hums on my cock, loud enough that Sophie can hear her.
I stare longingly at Sophie.
“Does that feel good, darling?” she gasps, and I’m relieved to see she’s about to orgasm again.
“No. I want you, Sophie. I want my tongue where Carlo’s is. To feel you explode for me.”
Just as I finish the last word, she loses her battle, screaming out another earth-shattering release.
Impatiently, I shove Kalie off me. He suddenly cut the sounds of my wife’s ecstasy by canceling the call. The door clicks, telling me Carlo’s unlocked it. I step around Kalie, closing the door behind me and pressing the button to black out the windows.