My focus back on my cock, my body tenses with every new part of her he reveals. I pump my hand up and down as Jace shows the top of her matching lace panties. My hips buck as he pulls it down her hips.
She whimpers as she watches me, and my eyes dip to the V of her thighs. The dark material hides any wet spots, but her pink thong will display everything. In another second or so, I’ll be able to see how fucking wet she is.
Reaching forwards with my other hand, I cup my balls. As she sucks in a gasp, I jerk my cock faster.
He pulls her jumpsuit down even further.
I massage my sack, imagining what will be revealed in another moment.
And then there it is.
Damp and beautiful, her lace-cupped pussy rests between the hands of my best friend.
“How’s her ass, Jace?” I ask, stroking myself from base to tip, my eyes riveted on my wife’s body.
“Fucking magnificent,” he says, bunching the fabric at her thighs, holding it up. “I want to lay her across your lap and burrow my face in it.”
Arienna gasps. Her lips stay parted.
“Do you want that too, my queen?” I ask, my words a harsh growl. Precum beads on the head of my cock as my little wife nods vigorously.
“Do you want to suck my cock while his tongue is in your ass and your fingers are deep inside you?”
Raising her hands to her breasts, she squeezes them both on a whimper. “Yes.”
“Too bad,” I say, jerking my hand down my throbbing cock. “Because we’re monogamous, and if anyone touches you, I’ll cut off their cock or pussy lips and feed them to their closest relatives.”
Her eyes widen, lust filling them and colouring her lips and cheeks. She reaches up to squeeze her breasts on a whimper. My gaze lingers on them before lifting to her eyes. Another fewstrokes, and I look back at Jace’s hands. Hands that will never feel the tight wetness of her pussy.
“Now turn her around Jace,” I order, “so I can see her magnificent ass.”
He obeys immediately, but my focus turns from the lace outlining her cheeks to the fact that his mouth is now directly in front of her pussy. Thoughts of him leaning forwards and licking her fill me. My hips bucking, I imagine her lifting a leg over his shoulder and riding him to orgasm.
“Do you want to taste her?” I ask thickly, my cock sliding through my fingers almost feverishly.
“Fuck, yes.” Jace’s groan pulls a smile to my lips. He can covet her, but he’ll never have what’s mine.
“Do you want her to rub her pussy against your tongue and mouth?”
His hiss brings me to the edge. “Fuck you, Richard.”
“Answer the question.”
“Yes.”
Clenching my jaw, I squeeze my balls, holding back my orgasm. “Do you want her tight pussy riding your cock?”
Her hands find his shoulders as her knees nearly buckle. He twists the fabric of her jumpsuit, pulling it tight across her thighs. “I want to be balls deep in her ass while her tight pussy rides yours,” Jace growls.
Throwing my head back, I breathe roughly, picturing it so clearly. She’d be facing me, her breasts in my palms, his hands on her hips, moving her for the both of us. Her sweet little pants and moans would vibrate against my mouth as I kissed her.
“Turn her around,” I rasp, wanting to see her face when I come.
She spins on her feet, guided by his hands. The jumpsuit falls to her ankles. His fingers play with the thin line of lace at her hips.
“Show me my wife,” I demand.
Arienna moans as Jace tugs her thong down one teasing bit at a time. Just as he starts to reveal the RM I etched there last night though, he goes up to peel off her bra straps. First the left, dragged all the way down until her tit pops free and the strap hangs down her forearm. Then the right. Only then does he undo the clasp at the back. As it falls to the floor, he reaches around and cups her breasts in both hands.
