Page 46 of Hotwife
“God, your body is so fucking perfect,” he said, spinning me quickly around to face him. His hard grip pushed my lower back flush to him and I sighed at the feel of the cool metal of his leather jacket.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes and pulling off his coat. He reluctantly let go of my ass and pulled off his shirt with one yank, revealing his broad frame and black and red tattoos. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I tugged at his belt and dropped it to the rug with a clank, before pushing down his pants. Standing in only black boxer briefs, he picked me up in a swift movement, and I wrapped my legs around him. His mouth found my neck and sucked as he walked us steady over to the bed, dropping me next to Cedric’s corner. Lifting my head, I met his eyes, my nipples hard and pink from the window’s soft light.
“I love you,” I murmured, and his lip curved under his heavy eyelids.
“I love you, Dot. Always. Now let me watch Des fuck you.” He took a long sip of his drink as my cheeks heated.
Desmond crawled over top of me leaning down and taking a nipple between his teeth. “You heard the man. Doctor’s orders,” he muffled with a mouthful of my breast. Arching my back, I moaned as his fingers and palm found my opening. “Ah, she’s so wet for us, Ced,” Desmond uttered darkly, dipping two fingers inside.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, gripping onto his strong back. He pumped at rough and delicious harmony before pulling out and leaving me empty. Whining, I sat up on my elbows as Desmond took my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, leaving my calves dangling over the side. He leaned forward, breath hot in my ear. “Now you’re really dipping your toes into the shark tank, baby.”
Oh my god.
My inner thighs slicked with my pleasure while Des turned to Cedric. “Watch how good your wife takes this cock.”
Ced growled low in his throat, giving a nod. “Turn her over,” he ordered, shadows blotching his stare. I’d never seen him look so dark, so dangerous, like he was the evil king on his throne and we were servicing him with a show. This was fulfilling fantasies I hadn’t even known how to dream up.
“I like that idea,” Des said, kicking off his boxers and letting his manhood stand erect. I had to remind myself I’d taken it before, and I could do it again, because his size and girth were giving me a slight, aching pause. Before I could react, Desmond grabbed my knees and spun me over onto my belly. My body braced for the nudge of his crown, but instead I yelped at a gentler, wetter feeling. Splaying my cheeks in an indecent and inappropriate way, Des paused. I heard Cedric’s grunt of approval before his Des’s tongue traveled from my lower back, down every crevasse, finally lapping at my opening. His scruff hit my sensitive bundle of nerves in a hypnotic contrast to the wet and soft. Letting out a moan, I bucked my ass back towards him, begging for more. After taking his dear sweet time and bringing me towards several points of bliss, before backing off. I was panting my whines.
“Please, Des, please.”
“You heard her,” Cedric’s dark timbre shivered my bare back while Des stood, taking hard, almost painful hold of my hips. Jerking my ass upright, with no nudge of warning, Desmond slammed his cock into me to full hilt. A scream of agonizing pleasure shot from my throat, balancing his own deep groan of satisfaction.
“God, Queen. You take it so good.”
The plush bed muffled my moans as Des thrust, each push in bringing me higher and closer. “Come for me while your husband watches, baby,” Desmond growled, and I lost control. My orgasm wracked through me, trembling my bones. Des quickened his pace, going harder and harder, before grunting his release.
A pair of hands turned me over and traveled up my ribs. Opening my eyes, I felt the cool and smoky lips of my husband. My fingers ran through his hair as I pressed my body into his. He was still fully clothed and the feel of the fabric on my oversensitive body was as mesmerizing as his touch. When I fell back, Des was laying propped on the other side of me, a hand on my hip, drawing circles with his thumb. “I think I got her warmed up, Ced. Why don’t you check and see?” His suggestion was laced with desire.
Cedric hummed his agreement, his hand snaking down my middle to the expanse of release between my thighs. I moaned at the feel of him as Desmond took one of my nipples between his lips. “Tell me you like it,” Cedric ordered darkly, his palm finding its slow circular movement.
“You know I like it,” I replied, breathless.
My husband licked at the opposite breast and the feel of both of them at once was almost too much anticipation to bear. “Tell me you like it when I touch you with another man’s cum.”
A sigh escaped my lips. “It feels so good when you touch me with Desmond’s cum,” I panted, heating at the dirty words as they left my throat. Cedric removed his hand and turned me towards him. My hands greedily unbuttoning his shirt while my hips searching for friction. Desmond settled in behind me, his erection already hard and positioned within the fold of my ass.
They completely trapped me. My body lied caged between the two men I loved, and they were exacting more pleasure from me than I ever knew possible. Cedric pulled off his shirt and finished my work of pulling down his pants. His manhood springing the gap between us. My moan vibrated through the soft glow of the room as my slit found him, sliding over his length. Finding his crown, I made to ease him in when another member nudged at my opening. With a gasp I went still, both men easing towards me.
“Be a good girl and take us both, Dot,” Cedric growled low, palming my breast. I groaned, unsure but definitely not unwilling.
“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed, feeling the aching pressure against my core.
“Lay still for a moment, baby,” Des instructed, reaching a rough hand around and thumbing my clit. Resisting the urge to move, I felt Cedric enter me. Letting out a sigh, I gasped at the feeling of Des moving in from behind, entering alongside my husband. My body stretched a deliciously painful and erotic stretch. I was so full I felt delirious. Could you be high off dick? Because that’s what it felt like.
“Oh my god,” I moaned loudly. After a moment to let me adjust, my men began to move. Their synchronicity building another deep climax within me. Ced groaned into my mouth as Des gripped my hips while biting my neck. “I’m going to come,” I said, noticing the tremble in my voice. Like my soul knew this was it. This was the last time I’d ever be this person. This orgasm, this sexual experience with both of them, was going to tear through me and destroy me from the inside out- but in the best possible way. Surrendering to its call, my toes curled and my back arched. One hand fisted Cedric’s hair while my other arm reached around to hold Desmond’s muscular forearm. I needed them to hold me down to earth and keep me from floating away. My climax shattered me until I saw stars. Somewhere towards the middle of my ripples of orgasm, Cedric came, filling me. Des shoved in as deep as possible, following behind, and his own bliss found him as well.
We all lay in a puddle of pleasure, Des softly stroking my side while Cedric kissed along my jawline. Leaning back and turning my head, I met Desmond’s lips for a passionate kiss, before turning back towards my husband. My arms wrapped around him and I kissed him softly. With a gasp, I looked down. “Ced, are you hard again?”
It was a pleasant surprise. Nothing I did for months had even gotten him to half mast, then all of a sudden, Desmond entered our lives, and bed, and Cedric was ready for multiple rounds of lovemaking. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
I gave a little giggle, pulling him close. Des got up and moved to the chair, leaning on his elbows with a soft curve to his lips. My eyes left his to find my husband’s soulful blues gazing into my soul. As he entered me with slow and intentional movements, tears pricked my eyes. I loved this man so much it hurt. This intimacy was everything I wanted, everything I needed. Something deeper grew and blossomed as he rocked in and out.
The mixture of all three of our bliss spilling over and drowning us all within its depths.
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I thought the phrase, “making love all night,” was only an expression… until I did in fact, make love all night.