Pressing my pointer finger into her pussy, she observes me through the mirror as I collect her arousal and move my finger to her ass.
My dick is back inside her when I ghost the tip of my finger over her tight entrance.
“I want to play with both of your holes.”
Drew wants me to as well; I can see the desire as it dilates her pupils.
“Relax for me, Baby.” I softly breath against her skin, falling over her so we’re chest to back.
I work my finger inside her slowly, cautiously, our eyes fixed on each other in the mirror.
“It feels so good, Will. You feel amazing.”
Another knuckle and my finger is over halfway inside when I straighten up behind her and wink, a filthy smirk creeping onto my face.
I’ve fooled around with her ass before, but I haven’t fucked her pussy at the same time.
“Don’t get all cocky with me, William, or I’ll start talking about butt plugs.”
My head lolls forward, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Fuck me, Drew, only you could mention my parents during sex, and I’m still hard as stone, desperate to screw you into submission.”
Her jaw slackens, and I jackhammer into her, ripping a squeal from her lungs.
“That’s what I thought,” I playfully scold, pushing my finger the whole way into her ass and stroking her in a synchronized rhythm with my dick.
My wife is hanging on for dear life, fingernails scratching at the counter though her eyes never leave mine.
“I’d fuck you in the ass, but I need to give you my baby first.”
And that’s her undoing. The point at which she crumbles in front of me.
I drive deeper and faster right as the captain announces our descent into Seattle.
Nah, buddy, I’m high as a fucking kite right now.
“No one,” I grit out, falling back over her body and gently biting down on her right shoulder. There can be no hiding what we’ve been doing in here the past ten minutes so I might as well leave a legacy on her skin. “No one,” I repeat, “Will ever love anyone as much as I love you, Mrs. Jones.”
Pressure builds at the base of my spine and I spill inside her, sliding a hand over her mouth at the final second before she comes too. She screams her climax into my palm, and I press my finger into her ass one final time, determined to make this the best mile-high experience she’ll ever have.
“I hate to break up the parade.” Silas’s urgent voice travels through the locked bathroom door and Drew’s head snaps in its direction. “But if you two don’t wrap things up in the next thirty seconds, I’m afraid I might piss all over said parade instead.”
six
. . .
“Men are a fucking nightmare”
Will
A few days later,I’m sitting at the kitchen dining table planning Drew’s surprise birthday party in August when my cell vibrates with an alert that someone is waiting at the gates to our driveway.
I open the app and see my sister sitting behind the wheel of a white rental car.
Strange.I thought she flew straight back to Brooklyn from Banff?
I hit the option to make an announcement through the speaker. “The Jones residence doesn’t accept unscheduled visitors. Please return once an appointment has been made.”
