Chapter 29

Though I reached for Mia, Dave took her by the waist and guided her past me to the table. After taking a seat, he pulled her into his lap. Again, she said nothing. Instead, she looked over his shoulder at me as he bent to place my plate on the floor. The loudest gulp left her when I kneeled by his side and took the utensils and a napkin from the table.

“So, what do you think, Mia?” Dave’s soft laughter had me grinning as I retrieved the wineglass he’d already filled for me. “My wife’s by far the best slut, isn’t she?”

Right as she began to nod, her mouth fell, and my eyes tracked his hand sinking beneath the taut red lace between her quivering thighs. As her slender legs widened, the pounding in my chest intensified.

Yes, we’d discussed what would happen. And yes, I wanted her. Also, yes, from a quick glance at the bulge trapped between her squirming little butt and his belt, it was pretty damn obvious he was enjoying himself. But, to see the man I loved ... I dunno, in his full glory. It was—amazing.

“ ... think you have real potential.” His voice cut into my hazy brain.

When the bumps of his fingers beneath those tight panties began circling, she whipped her skull backwards onto his shoulder. No question what they were circling. God, how I wished that to be me, my digits, or my pussy. The loud jingling of the swaying chains and the gulps in my clenching throat brought Dave’s grin to me. The twinkles in those eyes as her head rolled along his collarbone. Yeah, he damn well knew I wanted them to circle my clamped, tortured clit.

“I’ve seen you since the beginning.” When his hand slid further, those fingers disappeared, and a wavering groan escaped her. “Eyeing my slutty little whore wife.” Another of those chuckles had me grinning wider. “Even as you sucked and fucked your pretty boyfriend, you wanted to play with my slut, didn’t you?”

At first, she glanced at me, but when his hand pumped, her glossy black hair shot backwards once more. Shiny red high-heels tapped on the floor as she writhed, sending louder groans skyward.

“Yes!” flew from her parted lips, gleaming in the lights as she bounced.

Ebon tresses ripping free of their gilded bands, her head flopped from side to side as she bucked atop his pulsing palm. Scream after scream tore from her until he relented, slipping his shiny hand from her soaked panties. My eyes followed the dripping rivulets that wrapped their way around his wrist. Like a starving dog, when he lowered his arm, I lurched forward to lick and slurp sweet juices from my husband’s dangling digits.

“Such a good slut,” he muttered.

After shooting me a quick smile, he ate. Once she’d gathered her breath, Mia straightened and managed to join him. Silent but for my heavy breathing, I bent and ate as well, jerking only at the sudden snap and the dropping of her red bra to the floor before me.

While his fingers played with the sharpest, prettiest pink nipples, her soft moans and wet grinding atop my husband’s lap brought a grin to my face. By the time we’d all finished, she was a panting wreck, humping at him with her glistening narrow slit. Her squirming into his thigh had rolled the soaked lace panties to one side. Clearly visible, it was dripping. Her sex smelled like the most wondrous sweet flower garden. The growing puddle between my thighs matched her soaking of his trousers.

“We’re gonna fuck you now, Mia,” he stated in a calm, measured tone, as if he were describing the weather.

After wiping his lips with a napkin, he flashed her a grin.

Though her eyes widened, she still said nothing. And I thought I’d been well-trained. Once he’d lifted her shaking body from his lap, he slipped his fingers into the front of her waistband.

As he tugged her towards the bedroom, he sent me a smile, and I nodded back. In a euphoric haze, she followed my husband and waited patiently while he stripped and slid onto the bed. From the doorframe, I watched as he gestured for her to follow. And like such a good little slut, her toned, petite frame clambered across the mattress. When he ripped off her panties, a yelp flew from her. The torn lace landed with a wet thump on the carpet beside me as I walked closer.

Still, in a daze, the slender, pale woman spread her legs and straddled my husband. Eyes on his smile, she’d not noticed the black ring around the base of his iron-hard, bright red pole. As I stood at the end of the bed, behind her and got ready, a grin slid across my face.

She’s in for a long night.

He looked past her and winked while moving her into place over his swollen knob. As they sluiced down her trembling thighs, her juices glistened. A matching trickle dribbled from my husband’s open slit.

“Fuck me, Mia,” he said in a soft tone as his fingers skimmed her shaking ribs. Then his voice hardened into icy granite. “Fuck me like the dirty little whore you are.”

Not expecting her instant reaction, I jolted in surprise when she screamed and slammed herself downward onto him. Impaled, her entire body shuddered. Hands raking through her flying hair, flinging barrettes and bobby pins across the covers, she indeed became a little whore. Perky titties bouncing, she raced up and down on him as he gripped her slender hips. As she rode my husband like a wild animal, the swaying bed thumped against the wall.

Meanwhile, I cinched the straps and smeared glossy lube over a massive ebon silicon penis. In mid-fuck, she jerked when the mattress shifted behind her. A yowling groan escaped her when he clasped her tight to hold her in place as I approached. Black hair whirling, she cried out in surprise when I landed an extra dollop of the lube onto her twitching sphincter.

“I’ve wanted to fuck this little ass since we first met, whore.”

At the words, doing my best to imitate Dave’s icy tone, she froze. As I nudged the fat, glossy tip of the silicon phallus against her, her white-rimmed eyes locked on mine through her dangling black tresses.

Before she could unleash the scream when I leaned forward, he pulled her downward. Right as the knob sank, his mouth engulfed one of those cute little puppies. An amazing moan ripped from her as she arched upwards or tried to. But he held her pinned, and I leaned my pelvis into her. There was brief resistance, but then she sighed, and her diminutive circle relaxed around the helmet rim. With a much shakier exhale, she accepted me into her. But when her entire body tensed, I stopped.

“You okay, little whore?” I whispered into her ear.

For a long while, she was silent. Only her heavy breathing and my husband’s loud slurping on that pert cone filled the room. At last, she eased her head around to glance at me.

“Um-hmm,” she murmured.

Not quite a word, but it would have to do.

With a grin, I reached out to caress her trembling ribs. A groan left her as she crumpled onto my husband. Bent forward as she was, I could stroke ever further with each thrust. Unable to reach her perky tit, Dave’s lips found the side of her neck right as he shoved upward, plunging himself deep into her. Our gazes met over her shaking shoulder.

We’re a team. Literally, a fucking team.

It wasn’t long before my ebon phallus bottomed out and I began slow, lengthy strokes. Memories flashed into my brain as I watched its pronounced winding ridges pulling her tight, bright red ring back and forth. Oh, I knew what she was feeling, but that was the first time witnessing it, other than in the videos.

Under our joint assault, she moaned in the beginning. But soon enough, with the cry of a hungry pet cat, she spun her head to ram those pretty little lips onto my husband’s mouth. As they kissed and I chewed along her collarbone, we fucked her. A sudden pang of jealousy pierced me.

To read this story you need a Registration + Premier Membership
If you have an account, then please Log In or Register (Why register?)

Support the author's future writing by purchasing this book from Bookapy

Owning My Image

INtrinSicliValud

$4.99