“Okay,” she says, a little bratty around the edges. “I’m here. What next?”
“Suck his balls,” I say, without looking up from what I’m doing. I hold my breath.
She lets out a comical little peep/gasp, clearly hesitant. As soon as she moves, I release my lungs and exhale. She steps into the tight space, sits on the rough floor, and edges between the cupboard and Blade’s legs, without a bit of help from either of us.
Blade, who’s cutting an apple, pauses when she strains up to lick him, but then just carries on with his job. She makes little noises while seeking a better position, using the cabinet and his legs to lean on. No reaction from him.
I glance down, my cock going rock hard at the sight of her mouth wide open around him. “You played with anyone good this week?” I ask, nonchalant.
“Few people. You know that Primal couple teaching workshops this year?”
“The ones who do the drumming? With the film crew?”
“Yeah. They’ve been fun.” On the floor, Twyla scoots a little, wedging herself between us. One small, warm hand lands on my foot. “Shit they get up to is…” He blows out a breath.
“That good, huh?”
“Hoo, yeah.” He gives me a sly look. “You should play with them. Three of you would be something. Anaya’s got this ass obsession. You’d go wild.”
I glare at him.
Twyla shifts again, moves away from him. “Get the other side, too,” Blade says to her, grabbing his cock and holding it to the side to give her access. And, if that’s not treating her like an object, I don’t know what is.
But she complies. And she likes it, I think, from the way she’s squirming. After a second, I think back and remember what we were saying, turn to Blade and say, “Nah, I’m keeping it close to home from now on.”
He looks surprised. “Yeah?”
“Yep. The wife’s a little possessive.”
He laughs, turns back to the counter and moves shit around, since there’s nothing left to do.
“Seems to me it goes both ways,” he says, while my wife literally sucks his balls. Yeah, I see what we’re doing. I feel the wrongness of making myself jealous like this. It’s a new fetish for me, but man do I fucking love it.
“Yeah. She’s mine.” Without looking down, I gather up her soft, wavy hair, side step close to Blade, and hold my cock up so she can get her face in my balls, too. Because, fuck that looks good.
“Look at that,” he says, finally acknowledging her. “Got almost all of it in her mouth.”
“Good girl,” I saw, in awe of this woman who is everything—everything. “Suck it deep.”
She complies, moaning, already playing with one of her nipples. We’re going to have to deal with that, at some point. Do I let her play with herself while she takes care of us? Tonight, yes, but in the future, I might have to edge her orgasms a bit, see if she likes that. “I rawdogged her, man,” I tell Blade, who shuffles to the side and watches her take care of me.
“Shit, I miss that part of being married.”
“First time for me.” She latches that mouth onto the end of my dick and I throw back my head with the shock of pleasure. “Both of us,” I manage to grunt out. “Suck us both. Get as much as you can in your mouth.”
Okay, so we’re pushing way into humiliation here and I’m not sure it’s what she wants, but she’s eager when she reaches for Blade, slides our fat cockheads together, and does her best to put them in her mouth at once. It’s almost impossible to watch without blowing my load, but I do. Because, whatever happens next, now, here, in the future, between us, I don’t ever want to forget this. Ever.
After a minute of her struggling to do the impossible, I notice her hand drop to her pussy.
“No touching that pretty little pussy, Twyla,” I say, pulling away. “You come only when I say.”
I guess we’re doing the edging thing today, after all.
31
Twyla
I can’t believe how fast I fall into this state of pure, mindless debauchery. This place where nothing can hurt, and everything feels, feels,feels. Like I’ve grown a fresh crop of nerve endings and they’re all bursting to life at once.
