AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I want you to brush the back of her thigh,” Dean whispers. Licking my lips, I stare into his eyes as I let my arm drift from her shoulder down her lower back. Briar’s gown is short with a flowing satin skirt that stops midway between her knees and ass, which makes it all too easy to lift the fabric and tickle her softly on the back of her thigh.
She tenses in response.
“Can you feel him?” Dean asks softly, looking at her. With her lips parted, she nods. “Do you want more?”
Again, she nods.
Then Dean looks at me with a wicked smirk. “I want you to slip your fingers into her panties and find that pretty, sweet pussy and just tease her a little bit,” he says, with that cool, authoritative tone he used with us before.
Holy fucking shit. I can’t do this. But God, I want to. I want to finger my innocent, angelic wife right here in this gala without anyone knowing. The idea of being inside her in a public space like this feels so dirty and wrong but incredible and sexy at the same time.
“All right, Briar,” he says, turning toward her. “Eyes on me.”
She lets out a heavy sigh, and I notice the coy smile on her face as my fingers creep up the inside of her leg, finding the moist center of her panties. Dean cocks his head, hiding his smile. Staring at her like a wolf with its prey.
Briar keeps up a casual stance as I move her panties to the side and run my finger along the moist center. She lets out a small yelp when she feels me. “Steady,” Dean says, staring at her. I notice the way her eyes dance around the room, looking to see if anybody is watching me defile my wife. My cock hardens at the thought of this perfect, precious woman behaving so indecently. My body thrums with arousal as I run my finger through her folds.
“Tell me how it feels,” Dean says.
“Good,” she replies with a pleasure-laced sigh.
“Should we stop, or do you want more?” he asks.
“More,” she replies without hesitation. Dean looks at me. Then he turns his head back and forth, checking to see if there is anybody near us. To anyone else at the party, it looks as if my hand is just at the small of my wife’s back. There’s not a single person here who can tell that I have my finger in her panties and that I’m only an inch away from being inside her.
“You heard her,” Dean says. “She wants more.”
I have to clench my jaw to keep from smiling as I slip my finger inside my wife. She sucks in a breath with a dainty whimper. Immediately, I scan the room to see if anybody heard, but no one reacts.
When I turn my gaze back to Dean, I let my eyes rake down his body quickly, noticing that he, too, is sporting a raging erection.
Fuck, we can’t do this here. I have Briar mostly in front of me to hide the evidence of my arousal, but if Dean turns around, nearly everyone will be able to see the state he’s in.
At the same time, I fucking love it. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, making my dick even harder. I don’t wait for Dean to tell me when I start pumping my finger, feeling Briar’s beautiful little cunt tighten around me. She’s soaking my hand. I fucking love how wet she gets, unabashedly aroused, my horny little angel.
“Can we please get out of here?” she whimpers.
“Where would you like to go?” Dean asks in a cool, flat tone.
“Anywhere,” she replies.
“And what is it you want?” he asks, drawing the words from her lips.
“I want to be fucked,” she says under her breath.
I nearly come in my pants, my cock leaking at the tip. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on in my life, and I’m standing here with a group of people in a very crowded public space. I love seeing Briar like this, so passionate and driven by lust. I’ve missed this side of her.
“Where can we go?” Dean asks, looking expectantly at me.
I’ve been to this venue enough to know there’s a private bathroom upstairs. It’s intended as a dressing room. But tonight, it should be empty.
Briar lets out a small yip as I pull my hand from between her legs. Still wet with her arousal, my fingers intertwine with hers as I drag her from the room. It’s damn near impossible to remain casual at this point. And it’s very unlikely that nobody will notice the way the three of us dash out of the room as if there’s a fire.
Once out of the ballroom, we race up the carpeted stairs to the second floor. It’s quiet up here, and although the lights are on, I don’t see anyone around. At the end of the hall is the small dressing room, and by some miracle, it’s unlocked.
First, I peek my head in to be sure we’re truly alone, and then the three of us rush into the room, slamming and locking the door behind us. There is not an ounce of composure left. We are frantic and needy and consumed by desire.
I turn from the door to find Dean is already passionately kissing Briar. She has her arms wound around his neck, and it doesn’t even cross my mind to be jealous. I don’t care that she’s kissing another man. In fact, I fucking love it.
