Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Caleb
M y wife had her lips wrapped around another man’s cock. I should be full of rage and jealousy. Instead, I’ve never been more aroused in my entire life.
Tonight, however, she’s not my wife.
It’s amazing how that one thought changes things. And it’s not that I don’t want Briar to be my wife. That’s all I want.
But if I allow myself to suspend reality, the pressure of being her husband seems to dissipate. I have myself convinced that I’m not at risk of losing her. That one wrong move wouldn’t cost me everything. That I don’t have to constantly protect her.
It’s perfectly clear that she’s safe; neither of us is going to hurt her. I don’t need to protect her from Dean or myself. She could stop this at any moment if she wanted to.
But judging by the look on her face, she’s enjoying this very much. Which really, really turns me on.
I knew my wife had a dirty side. She’s human, after all.
But something has held me back all these years from wanting to explore those things with her.
If there’s anyone on earth that I should feel comfortable asking or exploring things with, it’s her.
But there’s just been a disconnect. And I think the same goes for her as well.
“Get on the bed, you dirty little angel,” Dean mutters to her after pulling his cock from her mouth. “On all fours,” he commands. “But first, I want you to take those sweet little panties off. Show us that pretty cunt of yours.”
My heart beats harder in my chest at his words. He’s talking to my wife . There’s not a hint of hesitation in his tone. Why the fuck does this turn me on so much?
Briar crawls obediently across the floor. She moves into a standing position when she reaches the bed, gently sliding down her white lace thong. Her movements are slow and exaggerated—she knows we’re watching.
And like a couple of dogs, we are. We’re practically salivating.
Even though Dean hasn't told her to, she slips off her bra as well, unhooking it from the back and letting it fall to the floor. When she crawls onto the bed, perching her ass in the air and exposing herself to us, I feel my mouth start to water.
Licking Briar’s pussy has always been my favorite thing to do. I feel like a fucking pervert for how much I love to bury my nose between her legs and inhale her scent.
The prospect of watching Dean do it is somehow even more enticing.
Walking over to her, I feel Dean following me. Reaching her backside, I spread her wide, and Dean presses down on her shoulders so her ass perks up farther into the air. He takes in the sight of her like an animal about to go in for the kill.
I’ve never seen her like this before, so filthy and uninhibited. Leaning down with a growl that emits from my chest, I run the surface of my tongue from her clit to her asshole, humming as I devour her and breathe her in.
“Oh my god,” she mutters into the blanket on the bed. Rising up with her taste on my tongue, I look at Dean. “Come here,” I mutter.
I hold the wet pink lips of her pussy open, showing her off, and gesture for him to do the same as I just did.
With a salacious grin, he leans down and licks the length of her cunt. But once he gets a taste, he can’t seem to stop. His groans are loud and hungry, and the more he sucks and teases her, the more she writhes and whimpers on the bed.
My cock twitches in my pants, and I feel the precum dripping from the head. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life.
I nearly forgot why we’re doing this. How did this start? Does it even fucking matter? Because we’re not going back. We can’t undo what we’ve already done. And we certainly can’t fucking stop now.
Hearing Dean devour my wife’s cunt, I can’t wait another second. Leaning down, I press my face next to his, licking her hole as he sucks on her clit. She’s crying out in earnest now. We have her completely at our mercy.
“Oh my god, don’t stop.” She moans. “I’m gonna come.”
At the sound of her pleasure, Dean and I both become frenzied with our movements. Licking faster, sucking harder, groaning louder. Our cheeks are pressed together when I feel the warmth of his tongue brush mine.
Instantly, I tense at the sensation. Pulling back for a moment, I stare at him, gauging his reaction. With his lips still wrapped around my wife’s pussy, he gazes up at me.
Then, a brutal hand lands on the back of my neck, and he hauls me back toward her. A moment later, Briar begins to tremble and shake. Her face is pressed into the mattress as she lets out a long, groaning scream.
I’m so overcome by the sight that I don’t see his next move coming.
With his hands still on the back of my neck, Dean jerks my mouth toward his.
It’s brief, but it happens. Our tongues intertwine and our mouths collide.
He bites my bottom lip, and my cock jerks again.
My hand reaches out, wrapping around his throat, but I don’t push him away.
I melt into the sensation of his tongue licking into my mouth, owning it for a brief moment.
Then, just like that, he releases me. The kiss only lasted a second, but for me, it was monumental.
“She’s not such a sweet angel now, is she?” Dean says, pretending like nothing just happened. “I think this dirty little angel wants you to fuck her hard.”
I’m still frozen, reliving that quick kiss. The sensation of his tongue against mine is burned into my memory, but at the mention of fucking my wife, I jolt out of my trance.
Standing from the floor, I quickly undo my pants, letting them drop to the floor. My boxer briefs follow behind, and I stroke my cock lazily as I watch Dean do the same.
There’s no denying how sexy that man is, especially in his tight black underwear. There are tattoos on his legs, and although he’s not a large man, his muscles are still defined. He is clearly in good shape.
Dean climbs onto the bed by Briar’s face, and I settle in behind her.
“How are you feeling, angel?” he asks, stroking her hair and lifting her chin so she stares up into his eyes.
“Good,” she says in a breathy, pleasure-laced tone.
“Tell me what you want,” he replies. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you in the front and him in the back,” she says without missing a beat. “And I want you both to fill me up.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
Just hearing my wife utter those words has me wanting to come.
Where did this come from? How long has she been stifling these urges?
And why wouldn’t she tell me? Did she think I would judge her?
Like it wasn’t the wifely thing to want?
Just because we’re married doesn’t mean our sex needs to be boring.
I can’t take another second without being inside her. I line my cock up with her glistening sex. Glancing up at Dean, I wait for the signal. For some reason, I need to feel as if he and I are in sync.
Licking his lips, he gives a curt nod, and I slide easily inside her. She lets out a soft moan, and I can hardly breathe with how good this feels.
Grabbing her hips, I ease out slowly just to the tip and then back in again. I want to savor this moment, this feeling of her like this—all three of us like this.
Thrusting slowly, I wait, watching them for the moment when Briar reaches for Dean’s dripping cock. Her hand wraps around his rigid length, and my eyes focus on the glistening wedding ring on her fourth finger.
Pride swells in my chest, watching her take both of us. Knowing that she loves it, that she asked for it, that she’s not afraid to express what she wants. This woman I married isn’t just brilliant and beautiful and kind, but she’s also the sexiest woman I have ever met in my entire life.
As Dean thrusts into her mouth, I try to match his rhythm, fucking her from behind. Using her cries and moans as a cue, I’m careful that I’m not too rough.
We keep this going for a while, changing speed and rhythm. The sound of her ass slapping against my hips echoes through the room. I’m trying to savor everything when even I know it’s too hot to savor. I’m burning up inside.
She groans around Dean’s cock, and my gaze scans his face. His jaw is slack, and his eyes are wide. He looks as if he’s struggling to breathe, and if I were to guess, I’d say he’s about to come.
I watch with rapt attention, desperate to see the moment when he unloads. I want to see the look on his face. I want to memorize it. I want to experience the pinnacle of his pleasure.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth is fucking magic, angel,” he says to her. “I want to come on your face. I want to come all over that pretty face of yours.”
Her response to that is a high-pitched whimper around his dick as she picks up speed, slurping on him with her lips rolled under her teeth.
Inadvertently, my thrusts quicken as well. I’m rapidly pounding into her from behind when Dean jerks his body away from her mouth. The booming sound that comes from him is indescribable.
Replacing her lips with his hand, he jerks himself, trembling violently as his cock shoots one white jet after another of cum all over her face. It lands on her forehead, her nose, her eyes, her lips. The expression on her face is downright rapturous as she accepts every drop.
“Holy fucking shit,” he mutters.
I think all three of us are shocked by the amount that comes out of him.
But more than anything, I’m surprised to see how much he’s enjoying this.
When we came in here, I sort of thought he would be levelheaded and cool about everything, but he seems as taken aback by this as we are, committing to the moment, relishing in the pleasure.
He loves this, and I love that he loves this. Although I don’t know why.
My own orgasm slams into me unexpectedly, and I let out some grunting sounds as I come inside my wife.
None of us move for a while. My orgasm doesn’t seem to end, but when I’m sure my cock is spent, I shiver and let myself finally breathe.