It’s just not often they’re both on the same page, much less getting along like they are now.
Speaking of, I glance down at myself and chuckle internally wondering how the hell I got into this predicament. I may not be as lean or muscular as Wade or Jasper, but for a man a handful of years into his forties I can’t say I’m too far off.
Although Abby doesn’t make me feel my age, especially right now.
My favorite part of any sexual act is normally observing, but my body is screaming to join them right now. I’m dying to strip off these ridiculously heavy pants, climb that ladder until my hips line up with Abby’s face, and press my cock against her lips, making her taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Thankfully patience is my strong suit and I’m waiting to make my entrance. I quietly step to the side, changing my view as I watch Wade lean closer into Abby. He presses his body into hers as his fingers caress her exposed skin and her mouth is parted open, breath heavy and with her head tilted back, I imagine her eyes are squeezed shut underneath that blindfold, enjoying every unexpected touch.
Wade’s fingers dip into the sides of her leggings and he glances over at Jasper. The silent communication that happens naturally between the two of them when we’re out in the field is in full working order right now.
“Is this okay?” Jasper asks.
Abby nods and Wade gently pulls her leggings down, inching the fabric slowly off her legs and stripping them off and over her now bare feet. He tosses them aside then trails his hands from her ankles up to her knees as Jasper brushes his hands over her thick thighs and the visible shiver that runs through her body as she lets out a whimper, stirs my already half-hard cock to life.
The gorgeous landscape of tan skin glows as I take in every inch of her stunning body.
The light pink tone of her painted toenails match the color of her lace thong. The loose, black crop top hangs perfectly overthe peak of her breasts and I attempt to brand this view to my memory.
“Who’s touching you, Abby?” Jasper asks.
“Jasper and Wade,” she answers breathy, but confidently.
“You’re right, only because you know Major is dying to watch every single thing we do to you, right?” She nods as he runs his fingertip around her navel then over the peak of her breast, teasing around her pert nipple.
“Should we give him a show?” His voice drops deeper as he leans into her like it’s a secret between them.
She nods again, and he asks, “Are you sure?” pinching her nipple at the same time.
“Y-yes,” she stammers out with more breath than words.
Wade and Jasper exchange looks before they both press their lips to her body, teasing their tongues over opposite sides of her writhing body.
Wade’s fingers gently massage around her foot as he places kisses over her ankle and trails up to her thighs.
Jasper starts at her jawline, to her chin, collarbone, then trails over the fabric of her shirt between her breastbone until he’s crouched down and his face is flush with her stomach.
Both of them are now level at her waist. Her hands are still extended and tied above her head so taking her top off isn’t an option. Instead Jasper gets creative and pulls the front of her top over her head, tucking it behind her neck.
Reaching behind her, he pauses to ask, “Is this okay, pumpkin?”
“Yes,” she answers as she nods, making double sure he knows she’s on board with this and my cock thickens even more.
I step back and sit down in the chair that faces their direction, because I’m afraid I might pass out from the lack of oxygen as my body stalls for breath with each touch.
It’s a lightning speed realization that I don’t actually have any patience when it comes to Abby, because I can’t help but push down my pants and pull out my aching cock, giving it the attention it’s screaming for.
“Fuck, Abby,” I unintentionally say out loud, as I pull on the soft skin of my steel shaft.
In synchronized motion, they all turn in my direction. Abby tips her head back in an attempt to sneak a glimpse from behind her blindfold, while Jasper and Wade witness my resolve. I stroke myself, not caring that I’m usually the one watching, not being watched.
Jasper grins, pleased at the fact that we’re all completely falling apart, then turns back to Abby. “He’s stroking himself for you, pumpkin.” Then he unclips the back of her bra strap.
The cups pull up to the top of her chest, as her heavy breasts bounce out of the fabric. Jasper pulls the bra over her head, lining it up with her shirt so it’s out of the way and now there’s nothing obstructing the view of her round, ample tits and tight nipples.
Jasper and Wade eye each other as they lean into her.
Jasper flicks out his tongue at the peak of her nipple then Wade blows on it, making it pucker and glisten.
