Sarah is breathless. “You want more?”
Ivy nods.
“Say it,” I tell her.
“I want more,” she whispers.
Sarah retracts her foot and leaves her seat to kneel in front of Ivy. They lock eyes while Sarah takes over the fingering. I untie Ivy’s top and take it off, revealing her incredible tits. Matt holds Ivy’s hand while he watches his own wife pleasure mine. Sarah licks her lips and leans forward, still watching Ivy as she takes a nipple into her mouth. Matt grunts and moves over to position himself behind Sarah, rubbing her pussy from behind while he watches Ivy groan and massage her left breast while clasping the back of Sarah’s head as she sucks her right nipple. I stroke myself as I watch them, wanting to join but also enjoying the view too much to move. Matt removes Sarah’s bikini and begins rubbing her back and ass, making gentle thrusting movements against her as if he is fucking her. She raises her ass as an invitation. I move slightly to look at it and see her pretty pink pussy, dripping with water. Matt’s erection is, like mine, rock hard. Sarah turns her head to nod at Matt. He doesn’t need any further encouragement. He grabs his swollen cock and eases it into Sarah, who gasps as it goes in.
“Fuck, Matt,” she moans. “Fuck. It feels so huge. It’s filling me up so much I wanna scream. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He takes a breath and begins slowly moving in and out of her. Seeing his cock slide into her tight pussy right there in front of me is so fucking hot. Sarah grabs my hand and puts it on her small pert tits. I rub them and squeeze her nipples gently, and she moans.
“Don’t stop,” she warns us.
Matt reaches around to rub her clit as he slowly thrusts, and her moans grow louder. She fingers Ivy harder and faster, who joins in on the moaning. Ivy opens her mouth and shows me her tongue. I know what that means. I lever one leg out of the tub, my other foot on the seat, and lower my cock into Ivy’s wide open mouth. We look into each other’s eyes as she licks and sucks me, her hand curling around the base and squeezing it; stroking with her wet palm and tongue. It isn’t enough for her—she wants me deeper. She wants me to fuck her throat, but I’m not sure if I can manage it in this position. She takes matters into her own hands, grabbing my ass from behind and pushing my cock deep into her throat and then she swallows my tip over and over until I think I will gush into her. Just before I am about to pull out to stop myself from coming, Ivy removes it and gestures to Sarah, whose mouth is wide open and wanting. I look at Ivy to see if she is sure she is okay with it, and she nods and maneuvers me into Sarah’s mouth, who grabs at me hungrily with her lips, winding her tongue around my tip in a way that makes me groan. Matt, watching us, begins thrusting harder, his face reddening. He gazes at my cock being eaten up by his wife as he moves inside her, rubbing her labia as she gulps me down. Sarah’s spine begins to arch, and the way Matt’s groans grow louder I am sure she is contracting around him, ready to come. I am ready, and I guess Matt is too, but no one is touching Ivy anymore because Sarah is edging hard and focused on Matt and me. I think how good it would feel if we could all come together, but I know Ivy needs more.
Was I man enough to let Matt fuck her?
CHAPTER 5
A Honeymoon Gift
IVY
I’d never felt like this. I am so turned on I feel like I’m vibrating. The heat coming from my core, steady and tingling, grows more and more intense as I watch the threesome play out right in front of me: Alistair’s magnificent cock thrusting into Sarah’s feminine, greedy mouth, Matt thrusting into her from behind. Her spine curls in that way that happens when you’re just about to come. I want to watch, but more than that, I want it for myself. For the first time since meeting Alistair, I want another man’s cock deep inside me.
I know Alistair wouldn’t normally allow it, but I can’t help my desire. It is blissfully intense, my pelvis heavy with longing. Matt holds my gaze.Fu-u-u-u-uck.
I thrum my clit as we lock eyes, lips parted, while Alistair watches me watching Matt. I am close to coming. I glance back at my husband, checking in. Usually, Alistair wouldn’t let another man near me. But right then he doesn’t look possessive like he usually does. He doesn’t look jealous at all—instead, helooks smashed with pure desire. Is there a chance, I wonder? Is there any way he’d let another man fuck me? The idea almost pushes me over the edge.
I try to control my breathing, try to remain in control while the others are close to losing theirs. One more pleading glance at Alistair changes something in him. A last moment of hesitation, and then a nod of acceptance. He is going to give me this gift of pleasure. A lightning bolt rips through me, and I almost come. Is he really okaying it?
It is difficult to believe, knowing him. It is probably a one-time allowance—a honeymoon gift, because he knows that the idea of never sleeping with another man for the rest of my life depresses me—but I had never actually expected him to give me permission. Not the Alistair I know. But there will be plenty of time to overthink this afterwards. Perhaps there will be tears and regrets, but for now, my clit is doing all the talking. I look at Matt with fresh desire and nod, and his eyes turn even darker as he nods back. Staring at me, he increases his pace, holding tight onto Sarah’s hips as he pounds into her, hard and fast. Alistair removes his cock from her mouth and shoves his fingers inside, as many as can fit, and she screams in pleasure as my pussy swells. He keeps pounding into her through her orgasm while Alistair fists her screaming mouth, telling her what a good girl she is.
I have to stop touching myself. It is too much. I don’t stand a chance—I know when it is my turn I will explode into a million pieces.
Sarah comes twice more, groaning through the arcs of pleasure, and then pulls away, exhausted. She drags herself out of the jet pool and collapses on the side, limp and breathing hard.
I thought the guys might need a break, but they are both looking at me as if they want to devour me, and I am there for it. I have had so much teasing and erotic stimulation that it feels like I am standing on a cliff edge of intense and blissful oblivion. Alistair reaches me first. He puts his arms around me and scoops me out of the water, laying me down on a fluffy towel next to Sarah, who is passed out from pleasure. I wonder if Alistair will change his mind now that it is the moment of truth, but if anything he seems more settled in the idea. When he looks at Matt there is no malice in his eyes, just a steady confidence.
I want to be treated exactly like Sarah was, but I don’t want to be instructive. I want them to do what they want to me. I want them to use me for their own pleasure, but I am sure they will prioritize mine.
“Use me,” I say.
“No,” murmurs Matt. “You’re too special for that.”
“Treat me like I’m not special,” I reply. “Treat me like a whore.”
“You want your envelope of cash, my pretty hussy?” murmurs Alistair. “I can’t wait to give it to you. But first you need to do what I say.”
My clit glowing, I nod.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Alistair commands.
I scramble into position.
“Ass in the air.”
