I’m right. Caroline seems open-minded. And James will regret it if wedon’task her.
“And,” I say, my grin getting a little sly. “She might say yes.”
I can see hope in James’s eyes. I also notice how his dick stirs.
“She might,” he agrees.
“In fact, I think we should prepare for the chance that she does,” I say.
He lifts a brow. “How do we do that?”
“Have Noah stay overnight with your mom. Get some condoms. Maybe some flavored lube.”
“You think we’re going to need it to be flavored?” he asks with a laugh.
“I just wantallthe incentives for everyone going down on everyone else.”
He moves in, putting his mouth against mine. “Trust me, Caroline is going to want you between her legs. And to have your cock in her mouth. She won’t need anything flavored.” He kisses me deeply as I groan. God, I want that woman. More than I’ve wanted any of the others. Some of my relationships before James were with women. And we’ve shared some sweet, very sexy ones. But I’ve never felt the way I do about Caroline and I’m not even sure why.
She just has an ‘it’ factor that has my blood—and cock—stirring.
“Fuck,” I say into his mouth. “I can’t wait to see her gagging on your cock while I eat her pussy.”
My graphic talk about Caroline makes his cock harden almost instantly.
We’ve never known the woman we’ve taken to bed ahead of time, so we’ve never planned like this. Sure, we’ve stocked up on supplies and made a general game plan, but we haven’t been able to picture the specific woman lying between us, writhing in pleasure on our sheets, her legs spread, her mouth filled…
“Fuck,” James curses, as I grip his now hard again cock.
“I love how much you want her,” I tell him. “It’s going to be so fucking good.”
“Cas,” he groans as I stroke him.
“Tell me what you’re imagining,” I demand, my voice and strokes firm. I intend to make every one of his fantasies come true.
He decides to be totally honest. “Me in her pussy, you in my ass.”
“Goddamn,” I groan. “Yes. Fuck.” I pick up my pace on his cock.
“But you need to take her pussy too,” he says, pumping his hips in rhythm. “I want to see you fucking her.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I say enthusiastically. “I’m going to spread those pretty thighs and make her scream, I promise.”
Andthatis what makes my husband erupt into my hand for the second time.
And I love it.
James kisses me hard, then gets up to clean up.
When he gets back in bed and pulls the duvet over us, he says, “Now shut up and go to sleep or we’re going to be up all night discussing our dirty Caroline fantasies.”
“I can think of worse ways to spend our time,” I tease as he curls into my side.
“I think we should discuss themwithCaroline,” he says. Then he yawns. “If she says yes.”
I feel his body relaxing, but I say, “Or we could discuss them with her to help get her to say yes.”
He tenses briefly. Yeah, the idea of telling Caroline all of our dirty thoughts is pretty tempting to me, too. I’m really hoping she’s going to say yes anyway, but I also think we could give her a very good sales pitch. I smile and kiss the top of his head.
