Chapter ４

“No.” I'm writhing, but he's pinned me. Despite my wishes, he won't go quicker. "Fuck me, Milo. Please.”

He whispers to me. "Seven fucking years, Grace. Seven years of vacations and him calling you in. Seven years of swimwear to untie. Seven years of you gazing at me too long while you're drunk, tempting me to haul you away and taste that pussy." His fingers stroke my clit as he grinds into me. "  I'd be within you. Your spouse is in another room, oblivious.

His words heat up and filthify. Falsehoods don't matter. They're merely fantasies; he's holding his cock as proof.

I enjoy my fantasies twisted. 

I twist to kiss him quickly.   It's easy to create nasty and forbidden fantasies. "Yes!" I turn to see Darren, my kind spouse. "I hope it's incorrect. Dirty. ."

Milo follows me, but Darren  frowns. "You want Milo to seduce you again" Darren scratches his cock. "You're awful, baby. To pretend I didn't consent."

I examine his face for retribution, but there's none. "OK."

laughs Darren "Grace, if you think I won't jack to the sound of you fucking, you don't know me." He smiles happily. "For you, baby." He jabs me. If you want penance, suck my cock before playing with him. "

I crawl to my hubby. We don't do much formal kink, but his eyes light up when we do. Then I glide between his thighs. "How was that?"

"You already know the answer." As I grab for it, he lets go. "Do you want me to capture you two in your next fantasy?"

I grin at him and can hardly breathe. 

Darren shakes his head, mouth curled. "Suck my crotch, wife."

I murmur, "Yes, hubby." I start to dip down, but then I feel Milo behind me.

He kneels behind me, his cock on my ass, and pulls my hair back. "Show him"

Darren watches Milo with a gaze I can't describe. Because I can't, I concentrate on a fun task. Husband's cock. Milo's grasp on my hair creates a seductive pulling action as I suckle him.

"Can she neck you?" I pause at Milo's inquiry.

Darren laughs dryly, straining with joy. Grace, demonstrate.

  It was great, and it's much more enjoyable now that he can fuck my mouth without worrying about my depth. I suck him down till my lips shut around him. Milo is cursing quietly, but I'm too intent on making Darren as happy as he's made me.

I'm having too much fun to hurry, but it won't work until he agrees.

Milo shifts behind me and pushes his cock into me. Darren watches me as I freeze. He eyes Milo. "Is he within you?" I nod, and Darren's face becomes red. "Smash her, Milo. Don't hesitate."

Milo slips my hair to one hand and my hip to the other, pulling me back and up until I'm on all fours on Darren's thighs. Milo fucks me. First thrust shoves me into Darren's cock, and I gag.

Darren whispers, "Nope." He pushes me off him so I can slip onto his knees. He slides between my lips and fucks my mouth like Milo fucked my pussy.

I'm theirs. I can't do more than accept my situation, and I do so gratefully. Darren puts his hands around my head, and I'm fairly convinced he laces his fingers with Milo's in my hair.

Whoa.

Then he comes, pounding into my mouth till I had to swallow him.   Milo pulls away at the last second and attacks my ass. I put my face against Darren's tummy and breathe hard as my heart races.

I wonder what they're whispering behind my back. If this night will turn. Darren disentangles himself and rises gently for us all. He helps me stand by taking my hand. "Dress. If you're going to fantasize, do it right.”

Milo makes a grunt that may signify anything, grabs his trousers, and heads for his bedroom.

Darren shows me ours. I barely make it inside the door before he grabs me. "Fucking hot!" Desperately, he kisses me. "That was really hot!" Darren pushes me backward onto our bed.

He puts his hand on my tummy and pokes me with two fingers. "Grace, did his cock feel good? He fucked you out.” His third finger pokes me. “Too bad he got distracted and didn’t make you come.”

He licks my clit, making me groan. "He was distracted"

"Live your dream, baby."

 "I want to see you lick his cock afterwards. I'll watch everything. "Watching him fuck you is so hot"

Darren frowns. "Grace, your pussy."

I feel disappointed. “Oh.”

His mouth puckers. “Ah. Retract it.” He pins me down while finger fucking me. "When you said 'I do,' you handed me this pussy." "Riding his cock won't alter it." His thumb massages my clit. "Grace, whose pussy is this?"

“You.”  I'm crying. 

  "I like seeing Milo's cock enter my pussy. My wife pretending to be a slut who fucks my closest buddy behind my back pleases me. I'm neck-kissing. Maybe I'll catch you two red-handed and punish you." He whispers. "Or, if you're quiet, I won't hear you riding his cock in the living room. ."

I clutch to him while I scream and quake. Darren removes his fingers from me, kisses my lips, and then kisses my pussy as if to lick up the orgasm.

He grins and sits me up. "Shower and put on something real-feeling." L

After a brief shower, I put on one of Darren's knit sweaters and nothing else. I leave the bathroom to find him reading against the headboard with the bedding rearranged. 

 "How are you feeling?"

“Perfect.” 

 "Baby, I'm going to bed. Why not read in the living room till you're tired?

We're beginning. It seems genuine even if it's a fiction. How often have we had this conversation? Countless. Weekends and vacations are when I read late. Even holidays with Milo.

I grab it and kiss him. "Goodnight, Darren. When I return, I'll remain silent."

"  You know I sleep heavily.” He kisses me. 

I half expect to see Milo in the living room, but it's vacant as usual. I toss another log on the fire and curl up on the sofa, but it's hard to concentrate on my nasty soap operas after fucking on it. But I try, and when Milo doesn't show after a few minutes, I start reading.