And Frankie? Fuck.
She wore black leather lingerie that I was pretty sure was crotchless, like it had been plucked straight out of my dirtiest fantasy.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” He groaned, fisting his cock and stroking it as she fucked him.
“You’re supposed to be getting punished.” She slapped his hand away, gripping his hips and slamming into him harder. “Not enjoying it.”
He grinned, face flushed as he gripped the handle above his head, bracing for her savage thrusts as his hard cock bobbed against his abs. “Then you’re doing it wrong, because I am mostdefinitelyenjoying this.”
“Bastard.” She hissed and then pulled out, standing a foot away as he sputtered in shock.
“Evil.” He grunted, lifting himself up in the swing to glare at her. “Diabolically evil.”
“What the fuck are you two doing?” I asked loudly from the doorway, making them both jump, and I wish I had been thinking to snap their picture. Mouths agape, eyes wide, and both of them looking guilty as fuck.
“Shit,” Eli groaned, fighting with the straps as he tried to get his feet free. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Like I’m being left out of something I’ve wanted for years?” I crossed the room, glaring at both of them, before looking up at the ugly-ass eyebolt hanging from the ceiling. “Did you even check to make sure that was in a ceiling joist?”
Frankie grinned, “To be honest, no.”
“You said it was secure!” Eli yelled, swinging harder trying to get out of the swing, but I grabbed his foot, tipping it up and planting his ass back into the swing as I glared at him.
“Explain yourselves.”
He huffed, but crossed his arms across his chest like he wasn’t spread eagle, with his lubed-up asshole on display as I glanced down at the strap she was using on him with interest.
Damn, it was almost as big as me.
“You ruined it now,” he said with a pout. “So, it doesn’t matter.”
“I ruined it?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him dominantly as I turned him, so I stood between his spread legs and leaned over him, wrapping my hand around his throat. “Come again?”
Frankie snorted, tipping her head back as she fell into giggles, earning a scathing glare from me before she started taking off her strap.
“He was trying to surprise you for our anniversary.” She droned on, unimpressed. “I told him whiskey was probably safer, but he insisted on giving you his ass.” She shrugged. “I’m innocent in all of this.”
“Bullshit.” I snapped and pulled her over, so she was pinned between him and me, folded over his chest as I spanked her ass. She moaned and arched into it as Eli shifted to hold her to his chest with a weary look at me over her shoulder.
“Are you mad?” He asked. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“You let her take your ass virginity with a toy instead of letting me have it?” I cocked my head to the side, spanking her again, drawing another moan from her lips as I slid my hand down between her cheeks to prove myself right that her outfit was crotchless and pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy. “And you got off on it.” I barked.
She giggled, spreading her legs as best she could, always willing to take it rough when I was worked up. “To be fair, I was punishing him because I found him in here, playing with my new toy without permission, trying to prep himself for your big cock.”
My dick hardened in my jeans as I got to the bottom of it all. “How very Domme of you.” I pinched her clit, and she shrieked, trying to crawl up Eli’s body to get away from it. “But not your job. That was my prize. And you took it.”
She panted, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to punish me for it?”
My wife.
The minx.
Always ready to play with us as if we were her two personal toys.
Because we were.
“Fuck yes, I am.” I said, picking her up by her waist until she straddled Eli’s waist in the swing, his still-hard cock pinned between them. “And you’re not going to like it.”
