Page 39 of Power's Fall
“Vadisk,” she whispered impatiently. They were waiting for him. For his commands.
“Take off her shirt, Montana. I want to see our wife’s breasts.”
Montana wasted no time doing exactly as he asked, he and his husband gasping softly as they saw their wife without clothes for the first time. The sexy minx hadn’t bothered with panties, so in one fell swoop, she was completely naked.
Vadisk’s dick thickened. “Get up on your knees, Dahlia. Let us look at you.”
Dahlia’s confidence in front of the camera didn’t disappear in the bedroom. She rose up onto her haunches, her arms hanging by her sides.
Vadisk drank in every inch of her luscious curves; her tits were round and full, her waist nipped in before her hips flared back out. The perfect hourglass.
His gaze locked onto her tight, pink nipples, erect and just begging for him to wraphis lips around them.
Like him, Montana looked his fill. “Tell me what to do next or I’m taking over, V.”
Vadisk chuckled. “So impatient.”
“He’s not the only one,” Dahlia said, slowly lifting her hands, cupping her breasts, and holding them up.
Vadisk’s eyes narrowed, not that she could see that. “Put your hands down.”
Dahlia hesitated, and he wondered if she’d obey. After a few moments, she lowered her arms again.
“Let’s put your hands to good use,” he said to her. “Take off Montana’s pants.”
Dahlia’s face lit up as she reached out. Montana gently grasped her wrist before she could tug them down. “Carefully.”
Montana’s dick was as hard as his, pushing against the soft cotton. Dahlia pulled the elastic, tugging it over Montana’s impressive erection.
“Oh,” she whispered, distracted by Montana’s cock.
He grinned as he stood for a moment, shoving his pants off completely. Before returning to the bed, he spoke to Vadisk.
His voice was low and hungry when he said, “Your turn.”
Vadisk started to refuse, but Montana’s tone was serious when he said, “All three of us are getting off tonight.”
Vadisk had intended to direct his spouses to their own orgasms before slipping back to his bedroom to take care of himself. He liked Montana’s suggestion better, so he pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, the elastic waist catching on the knife sheath, holding it in place. It would only take him a second to pull them up if he needed to, but even so, he was finding it difficult to keep his wits about him, too fascinated by the actions on the bed. All his reasons for not doing this came back as he struggled to remain focused—not just on them but on keeping them safe as well.
Satisfied, Montana returned to the bed.
“Those nipples need some attention,” Vadisk said.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Montana murmured as he lowered his head, taking Dahlia’s nipple into his mouth.
Her hands flew to Montana’s head, her fingers closing as much as they could around his auburn hair. Since leaving the military, Vadisk had let his hair grow longer, shaggier. While Montana wasn’t still sporting the high and tight, his hair was fairly short, cropped closer to his head.
Montana took her breast in his hand, plumping the generous flesh as he played with her nipple.
“Harder,” Dahlia breathed.
Fuck.
Unable to hold himself back, Vadisk wrapped his hand around his own thick erection, gripping it tightly but not stroking. He was already too close to the edge, and jerking off would only bring about the conclusion far too quickly. Anticipation would make the coming climax all the sweeter.
Montana switched to her other breast, offering it the same rough suction, tormenting bites, firm squeezes, all while Dahlia groaned and begged for more.
Vadisk clenched his cock, moaning as well.