„Are you sure about this?” My husband stood before me and put his finger under my chin, lifting it until my eyes met his. I wet my lips, the taste of champagne still on them, and nodded.
“Open your legs.“
Gripping the edge of the bed, I parted my legs, the silky fabric of my dress clinging to my inner thighs. His gaze dropped to the motion, and I could see the want in his eyes.
My bare feet settled on the wood floor as he ran his palms reverently up my bare legs, stopping at my open knees. His gaze flicked to mine. “Wider,” he said hoarsely, and pushed my knees further apart.
I yielded, allowing him to stretch my legs open and lift my dress, draping it outside of my knees so that I was fully exposed. He smiled when he saw my lack of panties, and ran a tender hand across my damp folds. His fingers spread me, then pushed so deeply inside that the platinum glint of his weeding ring disappeared. I gasped at the intrusion and his eyes darkened at how wet and needy I was. “Tell me what you want.”
I met his eyes. “Him.”
He swore and his fingers withdrew, then pushed back in, pumping across my neediest point. “Where?”
“Right here. On our bed.”
My eyes dropped and I could see the instant and impressive response of his cock, stiffening at my words.
“When?”
I looked past him and at the man who sat against our dresser, his shoulders hunched, hands gripping the edge of the mahogany. His eyes met mine and he stood, his face tight with hunger and want.
“Now.“
“Open your legs.“
Gripping the edge of the bed, I parted my legs, the silky fabric of my dress clinging to my inner thighs. His gaze dropped to the motion, and I could see the want in his eyes.
My bare feet settled on the wood floor as he ran his palms reverently up my bare legs, stopping at my open knees. His gaze flicked to mine. “Wider,” he said hoarsely, and pushed my knees further apart.
I yielded, allowing him to stretch my legs open and lift my dress, draping it outside of my knees so that I was fully exposed. He smiled when he saw my lack of panties, and ran a tender hand across my damp folds. His fingers spread me, then pushed so deeply inside that the platinum glint of his weeding ring disappeared. I gasped at the intrusion and his eyes darkened at how wet and needy I was. “Tell me what you want.”
I met his eyes. “Him.”
He swore and his fingers withdrew, then pushed back in, pumping across my neediest point. “Where?”
“Right here. On our bed.”
My eyes dropped and I could see the instant and impressive response of his cock, stiffening at my words.
“When?”
I looked past him and at the man who sat against our dresser, his shoulders hunched, hands gripping the edge of the mahogany. His eyes met mine and he stood, his face tight with hunger and want.
“Now.“
