And with that, Charlie led me out of the room and down the hallway toward all the glass rooms. My heart was pounding quickly inside my chest at the thought of … people watching us. Not behind a screen anymore. But live.
Some people lingered in the hallway, making themselves known on the couches. I sucked in a breath, my nipples hardening. We had done this more than once now, but all online. Nothing like … this.
Charlie found an empty room and pushed a key into the lock.
“Come on, wife,” Charlie murmured into my ear. “Let’s give them a show.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
ATHENA
When I stepped into the room, vanilla drifted through my nostrils. I inhaled the sweet scent and slightly relaxed my shoulders. Charlie shut and locked the door behind us, then adjusted the glass walls to be completely transparent both ways.
My heart pounded in my ears as my gaze drifted to the bed.
The bed where Charlie would … fuck me in front of everyone.
Once Charlie placed the key on a small table near the door, he turned toward me while unbuttoning his dress shirt. Warmth gathered between my thighs, my nipples hardening. Still, I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
Charlie and I are really going to fuck in front of everyone.
After my husband tugged off his shirt, he walked to another table that had two glasses and some whiskey on the counter. He poured one glass, then walked to the bed where I sat.
He placed his hand on my throat. “Open your mouth.”
Excitement rushed through me, and I stared up at him and opened my mouth.
This is really happening!
Charlie sipped the whiskey, but instead of drinking it down, he kissed me on the mouth and gave it to me. I swallowed it in one sip, his hand drifting from my throat down to my pussy. He drew his finger around the string of my lingerie, then slid it between my folds.
“You’re so wet for me already, wife,” he murmured against my mouth.
Almost instinctively, I spread my legs and nodded up at him.
He drifted his fingers across my chin to my lips. “Keep your mouth open.”
I reopened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Charlie took another sip and swished it into his mouth, then placed down the cup. He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat.
This time, instead of kissing me, he spit the drink into my mouth.
Warmth exploded through my body, and I pressed my thighs together. Fuck!
“Spit on me again,” I panted after drinking down the whiskey. I reached for his hard cock in his suit pants and stroked him through his pants, desperate for all of him tonight and slowly relaxing in front of everyone. “Please …”
After pulling his cock out of his pants, he gripped it in his veiny hand and took another sip of the whiskey. He placed the head of his cock on my tongue. “Show me how badly you want it, wife.”
God, he knows exactly what he’s doing, calling me that!
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into my mouth, eyes up on his. I moved closer to him and took more and more of his huge cock into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
Even then, I didn’t stop.
Spit and drool rolled down my chin, my eyes watering. I stared up at him through the tears and gagged, desperate for him to spit in my mouth again, desperate for him to fuck me, to show the world that I truly was his wife.
That he owned me now.
