Page 12 of One More Gift
“Doesn’t she feel incredible?”
“She does,” he says softly, angling his face to suck her lip between his teeth.
“What a shame you didn’t get to see the lingerie she chose for you. It was very pretty.”
My wife’s hands stroke up and down his arms. It’s exciting to see her in this state of need from a different perspective, with a different man.
My pleasure has always been heightened by witnessing hers. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve walked into a room, clocked the desire written all over her face, and gotten instantly hard. Nothing pushes me over the edge like that moment where her mouth falls open on a silent scream, and her body tightens and trembles beneath me.
For a long time, I believed I should be the only one to make her feel that way, but my fantasies have often turned to the vision I see before me now. Her lost in pleasure derived from elsewhere.
Saskia has always loved to play games, and has quite the exhibitionist kink.
My cock throbs at the memory of nights in our London apartment. The many occasions when I returned from my studio to find her laid out on our marital bed in nothing but lingerie and a blindfold. Even without words, her message was clear.
‘Watch me.’
In silence, I’d take a front-row seat for the most spectacular show on earth, and hold back while she stroked and teased herself. Sometimes she’d come fast, others she’d edge herself, begging for permission that I, nothing more than a witness, would never give.
Some nights I’d keep my distance. On others I’d circle the bed, or lean in to ghost her skin with the warmth of my breath. But I’d never touch her, and once she was done, I’d slip away and close the door without uttering a single word.
We never, ever talked about it, not in advance, or afterwards. She’d come find me cooking dinner and pretend she’d been napping, or in the shower. There’s no thrill like keeping secrets from your own wife, when you know full well she knows what you’ve just done.
Fuck, she’s brilliant.
It was Saskia’s game, and she was in charge, but I knew, for her, the thrill was in thinking I could be anyone. I’ve often wondered what it would have been like to bring another man home with me. Would she be able to tell if we pulled two seats to the bedside? And how would she react knowing there were two sets of eyes on her, like there are right now?
I’m sure I could sit here with my mouth shut and watch the scene before me unfold, but I also love the idea of being in charge, even if I’m not involved in a physical sense.
“Do you know it was always my dream to watch her get fucked by another man?”
Saskia whimpers, her slender fingers clinging to the front of his top as they devour each other.
“Take off his shirt,” I tell her. She shifts onto her knees, lifting it up and over his head. They pull apart for the briefest second before kissing harder.
“If you’re going to fuck my wife, then I’m going to teach you how she likes to be pleasured.”
Henry groans when Saskia drags her nails down his bare chest, hooking them inside the waistband of his pants. His hands dig into her hair and any nerves he might have previously had disappear as he loses himself to her touch.
She slips her hands inside, looping them around his waist to squeeze his ass.
“Uh-huh,” I scold. “Get her naked first.”
Henry hauls the blankets away, and they work together to strip her out of her top and bottoms.
She is as heavenly as ever, and I admire her wide hips, the fullness of her belly, breasts that hang heavy with need.
“I’ve never seen more perfect tits, have you, Henry?”
“No,” he moans, breaking their kiss to look down and take both in his hands. He squeezes gently and Saskia’s head tips back, her long hair tickling her spine.
“Her nipples are sensitive. You have to start soft and slow. Show me so I know you understand.”
Henry dips his head to kiss the slope of her shoulder, out to the tip and then back along the collarbone. His thumbs roll over her nipples and though my view is obstructed, I know the feeling of them pebbling to stiff peaks well. Saskia’s hands rake into his hair, pulling his mouth down as she arches up to meet him.
“Greedy girl,” I tease. She twists her head and her eyes lock on mine, then roll back when he closes his lips around one nipple and sucks hard.
Oh, it is so fucking on.