Beau had his brow raised.
“What?” I asked defensively.
“Nothing, I just assumed you would have an enormous box of rubbers waiting to go,” he smirked.
I tried not to be offended. That’s what everyone assumed, that I was just a fuck boy.
“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I hadn’t had sex since I married Iris.
It felt wrong. Even if I wanted to, every time I tried to bring someone home it was weird.
“Ok,” Beau nodded, opening the condom and I noticed Iris looking over her shoulder at me.
I leaned back, stroking my cock, watching Beau slowly enter Iris. Her expression morphed into pleasure as she let her head hang in between her shoulders. Beau ran his hands up and down her back a few times, then grabbing her hips and slowly started fucking her.
“Oh, shit,” Iris said, gripping the sheets in between her fists.
“You feel so fucking good, Iris,” Beau groaned, thrusting into her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Iris chanted, as I stroked myself faster.
Beau looked at me as he fucked Iris and my stomach clenched in arousal. I got up, crawling to kneel in front of Iris because I would not last long.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, gorgeous,” I said, tapping my cock against her lips.
She obeyed, taking my cock into her mouth, moaning. The vibrations went straight to my balls, making me shiver from pleasure. I cupped her face slowly, fucking her face shallowly. Her blow job was messy and loud. Each time Beau thrust into her, it pushed her a little further down on my cock. I ran my hands into her hair looking up at Beau, who was staring at me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groaned, trying to pull away from Iris, but she pulled me closer.
My orgasm slammed into me as she licked and sucked me dry. My body shook from the intensity as Iris kept cleaning me up. I leaned down to kiss her deeply, pushing her up, trailing my hand down her torso to her wet cunt.
“Nash,” she whined. “Please.”
“I got you, Petal,” I said, rubbing her clit, kissing her cheek and down to her neck.
“Come for us, Iris,” Beau said, fucking her harder. “Come for your husband and me.”
“Fuck!” She tensed in my arms.
“Goddamn, Iris,” Beau groaned.
A little jealousy hit me that I didn’t get to feel what she felt like coming, but seeing them fall apart was worth it. Beau thrusted into her a few more times, stilling and panting heavily.
“So, you didn't say if you had watched me or not, Iris,” Beau chuckled.
“Oh my god,” Iris groaned, turning pink.
“I think it’s safe to assume she has,” I chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I think it's hot.” Beau kissed her cheek.
Iris glared at me as she leaned into Beau’s kiss. I kissed her softly and leaned over to kiss Beau softly too. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. It was just supposed to be a quick stop in Sterling Ridge, but here I was with my wife and a man I wasn’t expecting to meet. Panic threatened to ruin my post-orgasmic bliss, but that was going to be rescheduled. This was for fun and I had to find another day to care about what had just happened.
19
beau
“How busy canyou be in this small town?” Valencia said, as I picked up around the house. “I swear, every time I call, you’re busy or I get your voicemail.”
