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I wondered if Neil had felt the same way when he’d watched Emir fuck me that first time in London. It was strange, seeing someone else being intimate with Neil. I had this irrational fear that, despite everything we’d all done together tonight, this would be the part where I couldn’t handle it. But watching Neil’s eyes squint up in excruciating pleasure, seeing the way his body shuddered as he sank into Gena’s cunt, didn’t give me an emotional freak-out. If anything, it fulfilled some perverted curiosity in me.
Ian rocked his hips beneath me. His cock bumping my cervix was a delicious pressure. His arms snuck around my body to cup my breasts, and he flexed deep within me as he circled and tapped my nipples with his fingers. With a shift of his hips, the slight curve of his shaft pushed against my g-spot. My eyes would have rolled back in my head, if it wouldn’t have prevented me from watching what was happening on the bed.
Neil’s forearms flexed as he braced them beside Gena’s shoulders.
“Tell me how much,” he instructed her, the muscles in his butt tensing as he eased forward. Her eyes flared wide, and she moaned, long and throaty. Her eyes fluttered closed again as she tipped her head back. When he went too deep, she gasped, and he stilled, withdrawing a bit.
“There.” Her voice trembled. “Go slow?”
He smiled down at her. “I’ll follow your lead.”
Conflicting feelings warred in my brain and my heart. Seeing the way he was with Gena made me fully appreciate the depth of his consideration and compassion for his partners. I’d never thought about it before that moment, but it made it seem more romantic, and not less, to see that he cared so much about the people he had sex with, even when those people weren’t me.
With that realization came a twinge of sadness; he treated his lovers that way because he knew what it was like to not feel that trust and respect.
“Do you want me to stop?” Ian asked softly, his hands stilling.
“I’m sorry, I…wow, I just got kind of caught up in the moment,” I stuttered in embarrassment.
Gena turned her head, a frown of concern tilting her perfect eyebrows. “Sophie, are you all right? Do you want us to stop?”
Neil’s gaze met mine, and I burst out laughing.
Now all three of them were looking at me like I was seriously disturbed. “It’s really awkward to make eye contact with someone when your boyfriend’s dick is in them,” I explained. “And when somebody else’s dick is in you.”
Gena patted the bed beside her. “Why don’t you two come over here?”
It seemed like a real shame to take Ian’s cock out of me, but Gena was sensible. We’d have more options for movement that way. I wondered if Neil would find it weird to be so close to his buddy during sex, but judging from the way he gritted his teeth and tried to slow his breathing, Neil had other things on his mind. He held Gena’s hips and pumped into her slow and steady. She reached between them, and the disbelief in her expression was almost comical. The first time I’d had sex with Neil, I’d been astounded that he could actually fit, too.
“It starts to feel good, doesn’t it?” I asked her as I lay on the bed beside her. She turned her head, and our eyes met, but she was too lost in sensation to respond verbally.
Ian eased back into me, and I pulled my knees up to let him go deeper. As he withdrew, every ridge and vein in his cock teased the swollen flesh inside. He reached between us to touch my clit. It took only seconds and I was wriggling beneath him. When the head of him dragged slowly over my g-spot, he stilled, rocking back and forth just that one precious inch, over and over. I gripped the duvet and bit my lower lip so hard I thought it would bleed. My orgasm built and built, until I wasn’t sure whether I was about to have one or I was having one. Then, it hit my body like a shockwave, and I curled up from the bed, clutching at his shoulders.
“That’s it,” Ian said, but he hadn’t stopped moving his fingers yet, and I couldn’t quite focus on what he was saying. He kept stroking against my g-spot, and I thought the pleasure from my release would never stop. Sharp “Oh!” sounds burst from my throat, interspersed with begging. I clutched at his hips and pleaded, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“Not if there was a gun to my head,” he panted, driving harder into me. I lifted my hips frantically, my entire body bucking under his. I didn’t care that Neil was there watching, fucking someone else. I didn’t care that I was fucking this married man in front of his wife. I reveled in the out-of-control feeling. I twisted my head to the side, and when I opened my eyes, I met Gena’s gaze.
I can’t remember which one of us moved first. My hand slipped into her hair at about the same time she lunged toward me, and then, we were kissing, our soft lips slanting together. I came hard, pouring my moan into her mouth. My orgasm drew out longer than seemed possible as Gena’s tongue slid against mine. As the shocks subsided, I leaned back, gasping for air. Her blue eyes glittered. Her lips were still puffy from sucking Neil’s cock, and her skin looked so soft and delicious. I closed my eyes and imagined her hands on me, her mouth between my legs. I think Ian might have been imagining the same thing, because he cursed and buried himself deep.
Gena gasped, “I’m going to come!”
I reached for her, and she turned to bring our mouths together again. One hand sank into my hair and pulled hard, like she was clinging to me to avoid getting swept away. It didn’t work; her entire body jerked, and I muffled her scream of pleasure with my lips and tongue.
Neil groaned, and I opened my eyes to see him collapse over her, his hips convulsively jerking between her legs.
Ian slipped from my body with a reverent,
“Fucking Christ.”
It felt good to keep kissing Gena, so I did, even as Neil rose from the bed. If the guys appreciated it, fine, but it felt so good. I opened my eyes and pulled back. My cheeks were hot, and I could barely make eye contact.
“So, um…” I finally managed to meet her gaze, and I giggled. “Does this mean I like girls, after all?”
“It would certainly appear that way,” Ian said with a disbelieving laugh.
Gena looked at her husband and at Neil then back to me. “If they’re okay with it…do you want to keep going?”
“Oh my god, yes.” I looked up at Neil and asked, “Can I, please?” in a wheedling tone.
