Maybe I should have stopped to ask her name, but I wanted to taste the woman who had tempted my husband, the man who had never been tempted before. The way she arched and moaned for me was so damn pretty, and the second that I gotto experience her flavor? God, the woman was perfect. Caleb always knew how to pick them, and for a man who preferred to only be with men, he had exquisite taste.
The woman’s flavor was musky with a hint of sweetness, and as my tongue worked through her pussy and over her clit, I reveled in the little sounds she made. But it was hard not to watch the way that Caleb touched her. He was so timid and unsure, not that I could blame him. I knew his history. He’d fooled around with a girl or two in the past, but it had never gone anywhere serious.
As much as I was enjoying savoring the taste of my mystery woman, I wanted to help Caleb along. I wanted him to be bold and to take what he wanted without restraint.
When I sat back to remove my shirt, Caleb looked up at me, but I arched an eyebrow at him before nodding to the girl. His face flushed a warm pink before he went back to her neck. No, that wouldn’t do at all. I wanted to see my husband completely lose control.
I gently cupped my hand to the back of Caleb’s head, and he looked up at me through heavy lids. His lips were swollen and slick with spit. I dove in to kiss them because—fuck—they called to me. His lips were one of my favorite things about him. They were always so pink and pillowy soft and looked amazing when they were stretched wide around my cock. And, damn…
Caleb groaned as my lips slammed against his. There was no doubt that he could taste the woman on me, and I wanted him to. She was delicious, and he needed to taste her too.
When we finally pulled away panting, all I wanted to do was dive back in for more, but I needed other answers first.
“What’s her name?”
Caleb blinked at me like he didn’t understand my question. Not that I could blame him. This whole thing was intense, and I was the late arrival.
“Katia. My name is Katia.”
My eyes snapped to hers, taking in the crystalline blue lake color that was interlaced with so much need and desire. There was a bruise forming on her neck from where Caleb had been latched on, and all it made me want to do was mark her up the exact same way. If my husband could lay some sort of claim on this Katia, then so could I.
“I hope you know what you’re in for, Katia.”
She grinned. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at my lips. The woman had spark, and I liked that. She could handle whatever I threw at her.
Instead of kissing Caleb again, I led him to Katia. I didn’t stop until their lips met and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned into her, and she turned on the couch to wrap her legs around his waist and, fuck, it was the sexiest thing in the entire world to watch my husband make out with someone else. I’d never been given the chance before.
While our relationship was honest and open, I seemed to be the only one who took part in any of that. It wasn’t a deal breaker, and I only used the opportunity once a year. Anything more than that felt like I was getting greedy.
I was not a bystander, so while my husband kissed the woman he’d brought and intended as a gift for me, I worked the buttons of his shirt free. I wanted to remove his pants as well, but the way he was sitting with Katia wrapped around him, it would be impossible at the moment.
Instead, I moved behind Katia. She leaned into me, bringing both her and Caleb into my lap, and I loved the feel of their weight against me. I moved her hair to the side to expose the side of her neck that my husband hadn’t marked up and set to work. The second my teeth and tongue set to her flesh, Katia let out the most delicious of little sighs.
I wasn’t completely immune to everything. Katia rocked her bare pussy against my husband, which made her ass rub against my straining cock since her underwear now lay on the floor next to us. Her lingerie was lovely. What possessed her to wear it? Most of the women that Caleb had found for me were a spur-of-the-moment decision, and Katia looked like she was ready for a fuck. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
The salty taste of her skin was addictive, and maybe that was why Caleb had spent so much time there. Katia smelled like oranges and sunshine, and I wanted to live in her essence forever, but the way she kept grinding against me demanded that I needed to free my cock at some point or I was about to experience some damage.
Reaching between our bodies was difficult. Much worse was undoing my belt and opening my pants, but the second I had the extra space, the relief was instantaneous. The head of my cock peeked over the band of my briefs, and the feel of Katia’s soft ass gliding against it had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
There were too many clothes involved at this point. For any of us to be wearing anything, was absolutely inexcusable.
Undressing Katia was the easiest since her shirt was open and her skirt was pushed up so high. I slipped my fingers along the smooth material to push it from her body. The silky material slid off her body with ease as I directed it over her arms that were still circled around my husband’s neck. She dropped one arm at a time so that I could remove the fabric, almost as if this were a perfected dance. It was clear this wasn’t new to her, to experience working with multiple partners in the heat of the moment. I didn’t know this woman at all, but jealousy swirled low in my gut that she had done this before.
I slid my hands between their bodies again, pushing open Caleb’s shirt, loving the heat that radiated from him. His chest rose and fell with each rapid and excited breath, and all it didwas add to my own arousal. To have him here made it all that much better. I got to share this with him. Katia was for us and not just for me.
Taking off Caleb’s shirt was easier than Katia’s, and I should have known it would be since we understood each other and could communicate without words. The second my fingers slid along his warm, trembling skin, he shifted to allow me easier access.
Once I got my own shirt off, all that separated us from all that warm skin was the silky material of Katia’s lacy bra. That was easy enough to deal with as I unsnapped the hooks in the back.
Once her breasts were free, instead of letting them press into Caleb’s chest and allowing him to feel how pillowy soft they were sure to be, I cupped them in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers, drawing a deep moan from them both.
Katia broke the kiss, leaning into me as my hands massaged her chest, rolling her perfect little mounds over and over again. I’d always loved the feel of a woman’s breasts. They were pliable and easy to play with, unlike the smooth, hard chest of a man. Apparently, Katia loved her tits played with as her head dropped back to my shoulder, another pretty moan falling from her lips as my fingers tweaked at the stiff peaks of her nipples again.
Looking up, I saw Caleb watching us, but I didn’t want him only to watch. We hadn’t come this far for that. He needed to participate. I wanted him to feel, to experience and explore.
Come on, Caleb. You know you want to.
