Chapter 6
Ifollow James back into the room where Matty awaits looking more nervous than he did originally when I glanced at him.
Seeing us walk back in, he momentarily looks at James’ assured face with relief and then up at my face, clearly less horrified than I must have looked earlier.
He gives me a shy smile before bending down in front of him and opening a brown bag I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“I know it’s early but I thought this might help lighten the mood a little,” he says as he pulls out a bottle of expensive looking gin.
Never in my life have I been more pleased to see a bottle of liquor so early in the morning.
My eyes light up and I turn my gaze to James and look at him pleadingly, knowing my role is not to ask for anything.
“Great idea Matty, Rosie would love some. I’ll grab some glasses.”
“Don’t worry about the glasses,” Matty says as he uncaps the bottle and takes a glug before holding it out to James.
Obliging, James reaches for it as I stand awkwardly next to him.
He takes a smaller swig before passing it to me.
I take as much gin as my mouth can hold and swallow it, enjoying the burn as the alcohol goes down my throat and enters my bloodstream. I try to relax.
“Rosie, go sit on Matty’s lap and help him feel more comfortable,” James instructs as he walks over to the chair in one corner of the room opposite the sofa where Matty is sitting, looking big and out of place.
The image of him sitting in our holiday home is so out of place, I stop a giggle from leaving my throat just in time.
Still holding the bottle. I walk over to Matty with as much sass and confidence as I can possibly muster, he looks up at my naked body with wide eyes.
“Can I sit on your lap, Matty?” I ask demurely.
“S-sure,” he stammers as I pass him back the bottle of gin.
I place one arm around his neck at the back of the sofa and lower my bottom so I’m sitting across his two giant legs.
I must look like a child in comparison to Matty who is huge and could have been an American NFL player had he been born in the US.
Instead, he was a mechanic who played Aussie-rules footy on the weekends.
Matty takes one more glug of the gin before passing it back to me.
I consider declining but think the better of it, I need all the dutch courage I can get.
I am used to being whatever a client wants when they book me.
I am not used to doing whatever my husband wants—which now includes doing his best friend.
Looking much more relaxed now, Matty takes the bottle from my hands, screws the lid on then places it on the floor somewhere.
“Hi pretty naked lady sitting on my lap.”
“Hi back to you Matty the giant.” I giggle back.
“You don’t mind me being here?”
“Not if it’s what James wants. And I believe it’s exactly what he wants. Are you ok being here?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Is that right?”
“What do you think? Your best mate asks you to fuck his wife, that is not something you say no to.”
“Is that so?”
“No one in their right mind would say no.”
“Stop. That’s not true. I’m sure most people would say no.”
“Then I guess I’m not most people.”
“No, you’re not.”
“And look at you, collared up and in your birthday suit,” he says as he moves his giant hand to sweep my hair from the side of my face.
I may have known this gentle giant for fifteen years but I’ve never thought of him in any other way than as James’ best mate.
He was married for most of that time and we most certainly would never have had conversations about a wife swap.
“Look at you, here in our holiday home holding your best friend’s naked wife,” I say cheekily back to him as his hand lowers to stroke my breast, making my nipples pebble to rock hard stones in an instant.
The atmosphere in the room changes in a blink from nervous yet playful to serious and needy.
I blink and gone is the friendly man I have known so well at birthday barbeques and Christmases, and in his place is this dark, brooding man with bronze eyes and a few days of stubble coating his masculine jawline.
There is no longer a cheeky smile on his pillowy lips, they are drawn in a straight line as he focuses now on slowly caressing my breasts, over my peaked nipples, under them and down my stomach.
He looks to be absorbing every inch of my naked body that he has never seen before, entranced that he is allowed to be sitting here and touching me like he is.
He steals one final glance over to James who is sitting comfortably and gives a subtle nod to continue.
“Rosie, why don’t you help Matty get more acquainted with you. Shuffle your perfect bottom to the end of the sofa and open your pretty legs wide open for Matty?”
“If it pleases you, Sir,” I reply, getting into the role that he wants me to be and begin to move my bottom off Matty’s legs and shuffle to the side of the sofa where I rest my back on the arm. I open my legs for Matty’s lingering eyes.
To Matty’s credit, he manages to wait a heartbeat, soaking in the sight of my open and waiting wet pussy before he licks his lips, moves across the sofa and lowers his head to just inches from my core.
Taking a deep breath he mutters, “I can smell your delicious sweet juices, Rosie.” Looking back up into my watching, apprehensive eyes he says to me, “Does this turn you on, James commanding and watching you? A plaything for the both of us to enjoy?”
“Yes,” I rasp. I’ve never thought of Matty in any way other than platonic but clearly there is more to him than I ever considered, his dirty talk for a start.
“Tell her what you’d like to do with her offered goods, Matty,” instructs James.
Closing his eyes, Matty takes in a breath as he gets onto all fours on the couch so that he can learn across my heating body to say the words into my ear although loud enough for James to hear them.
“Rosie, cupcake. I am going to rim your arse crack until you beg me to fill it. And once it’s stretched around a plug, I am going to suckle your sweet little sensitive nub of nerves as I begin to stretch your pussy open wide with each of my fat fingers until you are taking all four of them up to my knuckle in preparation for my cock.
Then I’m going to fuck you so deep, my cock will leave an imprint on your walls and your pussy will gape from the size of me. ”
My eyes flash at his words and the heat building inside of me coils.
Is this what he and James discussed, is this what James wants to watch Matty do to me?
My jaw goes slack and my mouth begins to water at the thought of them preplanning this.
Rather than asking me or seeking any kind of approval—knowing he has it already with my being there—he lowers his head to my waiting open legs, he pulls my hips towards him so I’m lowered with my back to the couch and my head resting on the armrest. Taking a deep admiring breath of my pussy, he moves his hands on the backs of my thighs, folding them back into my stomach, opening my arsehole fully up to him, and lowers his head.
My body shivers as I feel his hot flat tongue lap at my tight rosette.
It’s not soft and feather light. It’s got pressure behind it like he means what he is doing.
My hands grab the armrest behind me and I arch my head back at the depravity of my position and what my husband’s best friend is doing to me, all for James’ viewing pleasure.
Each lap of Matty’s tongue tells me he means to taste and feel every inch of my arsehole and soon he will gain entry.
My clit is sparking, calling to me for a touch, a stroke, some attention.
Another deep lap and he’s in, tunnelling his tongue deep inside of me and I let out a groan.
I move my hand to stroke myself through my building orgasm but James stops me in my tracks.
“No touching unless I grant you permission, Rose Petal.”
A growl of frustration releases from my throat and I hear his deep chuckle from his seat.
“Put those hands back up by your head, that displayed your tits so well,” James instructs, and I slowly drag my hand back up, now hyper aware of how it thrusts my breasts out.
In and out I feel Matty’s tongue, deep and searching the depths of this madness. I’m sure my juices are now running from my pussy down to my arsehole, desire pumping through my body with a need to release somehow and quickly.
“I think she’s loosening up nicely, wouldn’t you say Matty? Time for the plug?”
I feel my hole release Matty’s tongue as he withdraws and sits back on his heels lowering my bottom back to the sofa. Wiping his mouth on his forearm looking directly into my eyes he says, “Your arsehole tastes delicious with your pussy juices running down into it.”
And I blush. I lay still, exactly where he left me, as Matty reaches down into his bag and pulls out a large, bulbous silicone plug with a wider stem.
“I think this one will do, cupcake. Question is, do we need lube or can we use your own supply?” Looking over to James, he seems to be asking him the question.
“I think you can use her own supply, just look at the sofa.”
Matty’s eyes look down and I know he’s looking at the wet patch underneath me. I know it’s my desire leaking all over it.
“Dip the plug into her pussy, coat it up nice and good so she’s ready to accept it.”
Matty nods to his given instructions and lines the plug up to my entrance.
He circles it between my folds before gently nudging it inside me so slowly I want to scream for him to plunge it in deep and pump it.
Matty’s eyes flick up to mine and I’m sure mine burn with fire at his teasing.
When the plug is fully engulfed, he then slowly tugs in a rhythm against my g-spot that is sure to make me explode at any minute.