“Not in the slightest. Even if your performance was piss poor from here on in, you’d still have earnt top marks. That was exquisite.”
“You had a major part to play in that,” I say. “You two were top acts, too. And as for watching you with each other…”
I blow a chef’s kiss, then instantly regret it as an image of Heath doing the same chef’s kiss when he tried the snails in Cannes comes flashing into my mind. ‘Magnifique’ he said.
I give myself a shake and plaster on a smile.
David raises an eyebrow. “That’s good to know, as it fits very well to what I had in mind for round two. I want to make sure birthday boy gets a really good playtime with hisLucy, but doesn’t miss out on my cock. He deserves both. At once.”
Barnaby laughs.
“Oh, David. You do spoil me.”
“Have another glass of champagne while I set things up,” David says, and Barnaby pours us both a drink as his husband disappears.
I clink glasses with birthday boy, but don’t down my glass this time. Just take a gentle sip.
“Any idea what your awesome husband is doing in there?”
He gives me a grin.
“I have some ideas.”
With that, I hear a clatter. Something heavy clunking against the wall.
“Yep,” Barnaby says. “I was right.”
I give him a coy smile before taking another sip of champers.
“I’m intrigued.”
“Hopefully you’ll be impressed when we get in there.” He sighs. “Honestly, Holly, this experience is incredible. I’ll owe David for years. I’ve told him so many times how much I enjoyed Lucy’s gorgeous pussy, and he’s blessed me with the chance to savour yours.”
I raise my glass.
“I’m glad I lived up to his idea of a birthday gift. Your fortieth is a big deal.”
He chuckles. “Life begins at forty, so they say.”
“Life at forty sure begins with a bang for you.” I hear another clunk through the wall. “Or probably several…”
“Oh, definitely several.”
“Sure sounds like it.” My tits jig as I laugh. “Can’t wait.”
“Me neither.”
Barnaby’s smile is so warm and his stance so at ease now. All self-consciousness gone. I love having that effect on people. Allowing them to be comfortable in their own skin, with no concerns that I’m playacting.
We finish up our champagne as another clunk thumps, and David’s voice sounds out as soon as we put our empty glasses on the dresser.
“Yoooo hoooooooo! Ready, guys!”
I wonder what I’m walking into, but it becomes obvious when we reach the living room. The setup makes me squeal with excitement.
David has set up a house of mirrors! He’s taken several big ornate beauties down from the walls and positioned them against the armchairs, as well as leaning one against the coffee table. Three sides of a cube, for us to be playing in.
I love mirrors. The pleasure at watching filthy horny fun from different angles.
