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“Come here, babe,” Drake calls for her, and she floats toward him like a cloud. While he picks up where I left off, I go into the office to find a chair. On my way back, I dim the lights and close the door. By the time I find a place to sit down, they are both down to their underwear. Isabel is topless, and Drake is sporting an erection so hard, it’s poking out the top of his boxers.
His mouth is devouring her breast as she hums with her fingers against his buzz cut. Normally, I like to give them directions, but I like the idea of letting them take the lead this time, so I sit back in silence and watch. My cock is throbbing in my pants, but I don’t reach for it. I’d rather drag it out. Make the need turn almost painful before I let myself have what I want. Because, when they’re done, everyone knows it’s going to be my turn, and I’m going to take what I want.
Drake hooks his hands around Isabel’s thighs and lifts her into the air. “Sit down, baby,” he says as he deposits her onto one of the silk loops. She holds tightly onto the two sides as he kneels in front of her. “Lift up,” he says, tugging her underwear down.
Then he kisses his way up her thighs, draping each one over his shoulders as his mouth finds the center, growling against her cunt. With each lick, she squirms and moans, her back arching until she’s almost hanging horizontally in the silks.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he mutters, sucking intently on her clit. “Tell me how this feels, baby.”
“It feels so good,” she whispers.
“Yeah? What about when I do this?”
I bite my bottom lip in anticipation as he slides two fingers inside her, both of us watching her reaction as he does. I swear my cock twitches in my pants with the way she cries out.
“Yes,” she gasps. “More.”
“Keep doing that,” I mutter from my seat, and Drake obeys, thrusting his fingers. His lips never leave her clit until she’s finally screaming, her thighs tight around his ears and her back arched so much, she’s now almost upside down. It’s such a beautiful fucking sight.
I wish I knew why this feels so good to watch. Maybe because, even now, it still feels forbidden. Or because I really do love these two so much it hurts. And I don’t even know if this is still considered a kink, since the three of us are in a poly relationship, but what I do know is that I really enjoy watching him fuck my wife. Almost as much as I like doing it myself.
Drake doesn’t waste any time. Before she’s even caught her breath or lifted herself out of her contorted position, he’s tearing off his boxers and standing up, so his cock is aligned with her pussy.
I lean forward, desperate for the moment he finally penetrates her. With her thighs locked in his grip, he jerks her onto his cock. Their mingled moans fill the studio, and I turn to find their reflection in the giant mirror at the front of the room, enjoying the view from this angle.
He fucks her slowly, but in hard punishing thrusts, and I can’t take my eyes off the way his muscles contract with every movement. I love the way his jaw hangs open as he slams into her and the way he dominates her, so connected to her pleasure as much as his own. My cock starts to leak in my boxers at the sight of his cock disappearing into her, the cadence starting to pick up.
Isabel lifts herself up, so she’s no longer hanging, and she reaches up to his mouth for a kiss. I lose myself in the rhythm of their fucking as I start to undress myself. I want to be ready by the time they’re done.
“Fuck!” he bellows, and I think for a moment that he’s coming, but he quickly pulls out of her, letting his cock hang free as he composes himself, clearly closer to coming than he’d like to be.
Next thing I know, I’m stroking myself slowly as I watch him kiss her hard on the mouth again.
“Turn over,” he mutters against her mouth, and in one fluid movement, he flips her onto her stomach so her hips are lying against the silk. Her fingers barely touch the floor, but she’s clearly seasoned enough in these positions that she makes it look easy.
When Drake slams his fat cock into her again, she screams. With her body hanging from the fabric, she’s at his mercy. With his hands on her hips, he brings her body to his in rapid, hard strokes.
I’m waiting with torturous anticipation for my turn. I don’t know if I’ll make it. My cock is dying to feel them—which one, I’m not quite sure.
“Harder, Drake,” she cries out. His hips pick up intensity, pounding so hard against her backside, the sound echoes throughout the room. Finally, her toes curl and her moans go silent as she comes, and I don’t have to be the one buried inside her to know what Drake is feeling right now. Her pussy pulsing around his cock, squeezing him so hard he won’t be able to hold on much longer. So it’s no surprise that a moment later, he lets out a grunt and stops his thrusts as he comes too.
I’m out of my seat in a heartbeat, going to him first. Standing behind him, I pull his mouth to mine for a kiss. He’s breathless in my mouth as I reach around to feel where he’s buried into my wife. Slowly, I pull him out, sliding my fingers through the cum already seeping out of her. With my eyes on him, I lift my soaked fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. His gaze grows in intensity.
“Remember that day in Austin when I found you two kissing, and it drove me so crazy, I had to fuck her in the other room?”
With his eyes on me, he nods.
I grab fiercely onto the back of his neck and pull him down until he’s kneeling in front of me. “I felt the same way about you, you know. And now I finally get to act on it.” Then I guide his mouth to my waiting cock, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull me far down his throat.
I’m overwhelmed by warmth and pleasure. My hips thrust ever so slightly as I hold on to the back of his head.
“Your fucking mouth,” I groan. He’s bobbing eagerly on my cock as Isabel rises up from her position tangled in the silks. Motioning for her, I reach a hand out, and she takes it, letting me pull her in for a kiss. When our mouths finally part, I have to pull Drake off my cock before I come down his throat.
I look at Isabel. “Do you have any massage oils?”
She barely replies before running naked toward the supply closet at the back of the room. In a rush, she comes back with a golden bottle and hands it to me.
“Turn around,” I tell Drake, grabbing as much of his short hair as I can in my fingers. He spins, without hesitation, until he’s facing the mirror. Leaking oil on his ass, I feel a growl rise up out of my chest. His ass does things to me, things I never fucking expected. “I want to prep you, Drake, but I need to fuck you so bad.”
