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My husband has held in so much over the years, but I never had the guts to urge him to let out everything he’s hiding. And I know there is so much. This feels like just the tip of the iceberg.
“Tell her what you want,” Dean says, prodding him.
“Worship my cock like it’s the only one for you.”
I don’t hesitate. My lips wrap around Caleb’s hard length, and I coat his entire shaft with my saliva, humming with pleasure as I move my mouth from the base to the tip.
“Holy shit,” he mutters softly.
“Tell her. Let her hear you,” Dean says to Caleb, persuading him to say more.
Caleb strokes my face, making a pained expression as he says, “You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth, Briar. Do you like it?”
My eyes water as his cock hits the back of my throat. Gagging, I pop my mouth off, and a string of spit hangs between the head and my lips. “Yes,” I reply as I catch my breath.
Caleb thrusts back into my mouth, moaning at the sensation when I suck on the crown, rubbing my tongue along the underside like I know he likes.
And as I’m stroking his dick with my lips, I gaze up at him in adoration. This moment is fucking wild, and a moment ago, we were fighting, but now he’s giving me what I want. And he’s finally getting what he wants.
None of this would have happened without Dean.
As if he realizes it at the same time, Caleb glances over at Dean. Their eyes meet, their gazes locked for a moment.
Something about the way they’re looking at each other makes me pause. It’s intense and not entirely charged with hatred or rivalry. Then Dean reaches out, and his fingers brush the backside of Caleb’s arm. My eyes widen as I wait for Caleb to react…but he doesn’t.
Then, as soon as the moment comes, it’s gone again. Caleb focuses his attention back on me, and I start to wonder if that was all in my head. Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing, but I swear the look they shared held…lust.
They were just caught in the moment. We’reallcaught in the moment.
“She wants you to come down her throat. Don’t you, Briar?”
Eagerly, I nod. My mouth sucks harder, and my lips tighten around him as my head moves faster. Immediately, Caleb’s groans get louder and more desperate sounding.
“That’s it, Briar,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna come down your throat. My dirty fucking wife.My fucking wife.”His rambling becomes incoherent as he thrusts quicker into my mouth, and when I feel the head of his dick tighten, I wait for his orgasm.
With a loud moan, I receive a warm, salty stream in the back of my mouth. I’ve never swallowed before, so I try not to panic and quickly force it down, gagging and spitting as the rest unloads on my face.
Staring down at the floor, the sight of Caleb’s cum dripping against the tiles gives me a burst of exhilaration. I’m kneeling between both of them after my husband just painted my face white, and I realize that I should probably feel dirty or bad for what we’ve just done.
But I don’t.
For the first time in nearly ten years, I finally feel alive.
Twenty-One
Caleb
What just happened?
My wife is staring up at me from the floor, my cum covering her face. As our eyes meet, it feels like waking up from a wild dream.
Dean moves first, quickly grabbing a towel to clean her up as I reach down to pull her to her feet.
“Uh, are you okay?” I ask.
She seems taken aback by the question. “Of course I’m okay,” she replies. “Are you okay?”
Am I?
