“C’mere,” Alka mumbles.
I lean down to kiss Ruby’s head before walking around the bed to where my husband’s head is lying on Ruby’s thigh. I grin. He looks absolutely worn.
“Hey, love.”
He gives me a big grin. “Paint my face.”
I glance down at my hard dick. “It’s all good.”
He shakes his head haphazardly. “Do it. You’re getting off too.”
“Wait,” Ruby says. He struggles under Alka until Alka rolls off him. “My face too. Share.”
Alka laughs. Ruby struggles to get up, and he giggles as Alka practically spins him on his ass until they’re lying side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder.
“You’re going to have to put your heads together,” I say as I stroke my dick.
Ruby’s chest is covered in drying cum. It looks like my husband hasn’t gotten off in a month, which I know for a fact is inaccurate. It’s just the power of how much he likes his balls sucked. I know it’s different for everyone, and I definitely don’t like it as much as he does. I like it, sure, but I don’t lose my mind the way he does.
To each their own, I suppose.
They lust-drunkenly laugh some more as they use each other as handles to shift so they’re lying lengthwise on the bed, next to each other, the crowns of their heads against each other’s shoulders. Alka’s legs are hanging off the bed, and Ruby’s heels are on the wall.
Yep, gorgeous. Sexiest thing ever, right here. Ruby opens his mouth, brown eyes staring up at me. Ready.
It doesn’t take me long with these two waiting for my seed. I need no other encouragement than looking at them like this. Mouths open expectantly. Eagerly waiting. Wanting to share.
I try to control my spurts so they each get some. I think because Ruby gets the first burst, he gets more than Alka, but I try my best to aim like a fire hose and shoot them my load. I nearly come again when they begin licking each other’s faces.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter and turn for the bathroom. They’re going to get me hard again. I wash up then bring them each a clean, wet washcloth. Since neither of them seem to be inclined to move much, I take my time to clean both of my men.
After tossing the washcloths into the bathroom hamper, I climb back onto the bed and pull them into me. They cuddle against each other between my legs, their heads on my chest. This is absolute perfection, right here.
“Perfect way to spend the day,” I say quietly.
“Oh, speaking of perfect... I think we should start talking about your birthday, old man,” Alka says.
“I’m not sure how perfect and my birthday go together, but it’s not a big deal, love. I like what we do every year.”
“What’s that?” Ruby asks.
“Cake at home after we go out to eat. Presents. Flowers. Something special somewhere, though I try to come up with a new idea every year. Oh, and of course a night of sexy goodness,” Alka answers.
“I’m not sure why you’d want to change that,” Ruby says.
I smile. “Exactly.”
“But this year is a big one. Forty!” Alka argues.
“Oh my god,” Ruby says, covering his face as he laughs.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re twice my age! You could be my dad.”
“You can call him Daddy if you want,” Alka teases.
“Ew. Stop.”
