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Shannon's reply is a bit muffled due to her face being buried in John's shirt. "People's sex lives slow down after a while. It's normal, and your age is perfect."
"So you'd be willing to give this a chance? You'll respond to Sean's advances if he makes any?"
"I'm scared, John."
"What if I told you I want this too?" Shannon's head pops up from his chest, and she looks at him wide-eyed.
"I… I don't know. Are you sure?"
"I am very sure, my love." He takes one of her hands into his. "Trust me."
And I can't help but feel he's also talking to me with that last statement.
Chapter 5
Shannon
My husband sits me on his lap and whispers in my ear. “Show him your beautiful pussy, baby.”
I knew wearing a skirt today would come and bite me in the ass.
“Open your legs,” Sean orders me as if I took orders from the likes of him.
But, of course, I’m helpless to deny him, and I open my legs as far as I can.
“Show him, baby.” My husband insists, so I lift my skirt up and show his friend my lace panties, which, to my shame, already have a wet spot in them. I’m so turned on.
“There’s your truth, Shannon. You want this, you want us.” Sean says.
I try to shake my head in denial, but my husband holds me tight. “Good girls don’t lie, baby.”
“I’ve never claimed to be a good girl, John. You, of all people, know that.”
He strokes my thighs softly, keeping me open for his friend to watch.
“Then move aside your panties and open your folds for Sean to see how pretty a pussy you have.”
“Will you want a taste of my pussy, Sean?” I play with the lace of the crotch of my panties, tugging at it. “I could be a really good girl with your mouth on me.”
We’ve just started playing this game, and I don’t know the rules yet, but I’ll be damned if I don’t make some of my own.
“Show me first,” Sean says. “I want to see how much you want us.”
I reach down and pull the crotch of my panties aside, revealing my curls. Then, with my fingers, I open my folds to show him I’m drenched for them. That is what they do to me—them and the idea of this threesome.
Sean moves faster than I could imagine, and then he’s kneeling in front of me, hands on my legs, opening me up further. It hurts a little, so I remind myself to relax.
He’s licking his lips like he’s about to have a treat. He looks at me, and his eyes show me how desire fills his body. He wants to eat me whole, and I’m going to let him, with or without my husband’s approval.
“Please.” The word comes out of me, even though I don’t want it to. I don’t want to give these men more than they’ve already taken from me. But I need to feel his tongue inside my channel. I need him to tease my clit mercilessly until I burst into a million little pieces with my climax.
Sean starts kissing his way up my thighs. I want his hot tongue on me so badly that I whimper. He chuckles, the bastard, but keeps going towards where I want him to go.
I place my husband's hands on my breasts. He takes the hint and starts teasing me through the fabric of my shirt. These men are driving me crazy, and I’m still fully clothed. I want to be naked.
Sean is getting closer to me, and I love how his breath against my skin leaves me tingling in each spot. I push my hips forward to get him to stop teasing and finally go down on me.
“Tell me how much you want my mouth on you, Shannon.”