Chapter 43
Victor
All of us are panting, with three out of four of us just experiencing explosive orgasms. This should be weird, but it’s strangely comfortable and erotic.
Looking at Gabbi, my dick starts to stir again.
Her face is flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her hand still languidly moving under her jeans.
I want to see what she’s doing. Just as that thought emerges, Gabbi locks eyes with me under her long lashes.
I take that opportunity to mouth, Let me see you.
With a blush, she keeps her eyes on me, strips off her jeans and panties, leans back, and spreads her legs, laying one over the arm of the chair.
Opening herself up for me. Fuuuck yes. I groan at seeing that beautiful pink pussy weeping for me. My erection is back with a vengeance.
Ty stands up lazily, stroking himself, and licks the wetness from his lips. The way he’s standing over Emma is commanding and domineering. I can see the flash of envy and heat in Gabbi’s eyes, watching them. Makes me remember what she said about liking the thought of handing over control.
“Ty, kneel between Emma’s legs.” Gabbi interrupts my thoughts with her command.
Yes, baby, show me what you want me to do to you.
Emma slides up more toward the center of the bed, Ty moving up with her as he continues to stroke himself, kneeling between her legs, waiting for instruction.
“Rub your hands over her skin. Make her feel you everywhere.”
Fuck, my girl is so fucking hot right now, panting and dripping while giving direction.
I slowly stroke myself, bringing me back to full hardness.
We watch Ty push Emma back onto the bed slowly, running his hands up her throat, holding both sides of her face as he leans in and presses his mouth to hers.
Ty continues grinding his freed cock against her pussy while conquering her mouth with his tongue.
Emma’s noises are low and muffled until Ty breaks away, kissing her down her throat onto her breast, licking and biting at her nipples.
His hands move over her body like he can’t get enough of her skin.
The effects of his touch are clear on Emma’s face, in her moans, and the goosebumps breaking out across her skin. “Please, Ty…” Emma begs.
I guess one of us should put her out of her misery. “Emma, tell him what you want,” I instruct.
“Yes, my Little Fireball, tell me what you want,” Ty interjects as he roughly grabs at Emma’s breasts, intermittently pinching her nipples. I hear Gabbi suck in a breath at the command.
“I need you, baby. I need to feel your cock inside me. Fill my aching pussy. Please.” Emma begs.
Jesus, she sure has a mouth on her. I can see her words are kicking both Ty and Gabbi’s heat into overdrive.
Gabbi’s fingers slide to her slit, slowly dipping in and rubbing her wetness around her opening, but not fully going in. What is she waiting for?
“Slide your cock inside her, Ty. Give your queen what she wants. Wrap your fingers around her throat and squeeze while you fuck her hard.” My posture straightens at Gabbi’s command, and my hand stops stroking.
I meet her eyes, and there’s a message there.
She knows I can’t do that to her. Not after that night it all went wrong.
I’ve been able to possessively hold her throat, but I can’t do breath play with her. Not anymore.
Gabbi looks back to Ty and Emma, ignoring my moment of panic.
I trade my gaze between Ty and Emma on the bed and Gabbi, across from me.
It’s then that I notice Ty’s fingers constrict around Emma’s throat while he pounds into her.
Gabbi has started finger fucking herself to the same rhythm.
Jesus christ. My wife is so fucking hot, all thoughts of panic are gone, and I just watch the show unfold.
Gabbi throws her head back as she uses one hand to rub her clit and the other to fuck her delicious cunt. I can’t help but jerk myself faster. Gabbi gives out one last command in her climb to the top, “Fuck her like you paid for it, Ty.” Holy fuck, my girl is goddamn filthy. I love it.
With the last command and all of us moaning, sounds of sex reverberating off the walls of the room, we all find our release. “Shit, Gabbi!” I roar.
“Oh fuuuck…Viiiic,” Gabbie cries out.
“Oh my god. Tyson!” Emma screams.
“Jesus fucking christ! Emma!” Ty finally explodes.
Eventually, the room is quiet except for all of our bodies trying to catch our breath. Holy shit!
What just happened?