Page 8 of Filthy February

Wave upon wave upon wave of bliss roll over my body, making me clench in erratic pulses around him inside of me. He grips my chin so I meet his eyes as he gives one last firm jut and growls deeply when he comes.

Instead of collapsing, like I want to do, he leans up and waits, allowing every throb to propel his seed deep inside me. When I do catch a glance, his wife’s head is between his thighs, and I catch her grin as she watches him slowly slide from me.

Carson snaps his finger and commands me, “Lay like that. Don’t move. She’ll clean you up.”

Jules laughs. “With pleasure.” And then, I feel her wet tongue slick across my taint, gathering up his oozing come and then stuff it back inside my entrance. Her brown eyes meet mine over my core as she fucks me with her mouth. The sound is so erotic; I wonder if a woman is able to make me come, a new thrill dancing down my body like I’ve never experienced before.

She backs off then, and her husband gathers her in his arms, then parts her lips with his tongue. The two greedily make out with each other while I watch before he lays her on the bed next to me. In a way that can only be described as ravaging, he consumes her cunt like he’s a starving man. Her hand slips into mine as she squeezes it and screams while he pleasures her.

“Such a good girl for watching me fuck my girlfriend. You liked it?” He pauses enough to murmur between her thighs. She only nods rapidly and moans back. It only seems to take another minute before her full breasts bow toward the ceiling and she wails with her release.

Even when she flops back on the bed, her legs still quiver as Carson stands and gathers her juices on his face, then licks his fingers clean. His eyes scan both of us, his women, lying on the bed, panting our pleasures in sync.

“You two are breathtaking. Who needs something? Water? Snacks? Pizza? I’ll go bring all that up here. Get comfortable under the covers. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Five

JULIET

Valentina slides beneath the covers and hides her head under the top blanket. I laugh and slip in next to her. “There’s nothing to feel ashamed about. I’m so happy you did this. I can’t tell you how much.”

Raking a finger over the silky sheet, I pull it down, and her big brown eyes blink rapidly at me. A pink flare coats her cheeks. “Really, Valentina. Thank you.”

The thick fabric muffles her voice as she murmurs, “I got lost in that moment. I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”

A smirk coats my lips as I lie back and stare at the ceiling. “So you really enjoyed Carson, then?”

“Ugh. Would it be terrible to say yes?”

I laugh so hard a little snort flows through my nose. “Not at all. It’s what we both wanted for you. Please don’t feel weird. I know you don’t know me well—yet. But I’ve wanted to share Carson with someone special for years. He would never do something with someone else if I didn’t want him to. The fact you’re willing to be his girlfriend makes me—” Tears well in my eyes, thinking of the three of us in the future. Children filling this home. Vacations to the beach with all of us. Holidays around the dining room table. “It fits us.”

Her hand finds mine, and she strokes it with her thumb. “Thank you for sharing him with me.”

Carson waltzes in the door, with two trays balanced on each open palm, and attempts to shut the door with his feet while not letting anything drop. I jump off the bed to help, and she attempts to get up. My husband gives her a smile and says, “You’re not allowed to move yet, my sweetheart. Let my come do its job.”

With a quick peck on his cheek, I take one tray and some glasses from him. We set up a picnic right on the bed, which is generously sized for all three of us, with Carson in the middle.

He reaches down to press his lips to mine, along with a piece of chocolate held between his teeth. I take it with a thanks and rub my hand along his bare thigh underneath the covers. “Sweetheart? Chocolate?”

Valentina glances up where he has another piece held in his mouth, and she kisses him for a bite. After chewing, she sits up, as if she’s leaving. Running a hand through her hair, she licks her lips and murmurs, “Well… I guess I’ll just be going to my room?”

Reaching toward her, my hand grips her wrist lightly. “If you want to go back to the room we set you up in, that’s just fine. Wherever you feel comfortable, but—” Stopping myself, I glance at Carson, who tosses his arm over her shoulders.

“I’d love it if you’d stay. Then, uh, I’ll have easy access to fill you again,” my husband says with a warm press of his lips to her forehead. This seems to settle her nerves, and she eases against his body. I do the same on the other side and slip my hand into hers.

And within a half hour, the three of us slide under the sheets and fall asleep. Both Valentina’s hand and mine held on my husband’s firm chest as we toss our thighs over his.

The next morning, I awaken to my husband making another deposit into his girlfriend while she rides him. Valentina’s breathtaking. Her full breasts bounce erotically with every downstroke on his thick cock. Carson leans over and palms my neck, bringing my face closer to his until I get a taste of his comforting morning breath as he kisses me. “Morning, my Jules. Ride my face. Give me some breakfast.”

As I ease out from the covers, I toss one thigh over his head before sitting down. Just the way I like. His heated pants hit my core as I settle in. His tongue peeks out to lick my slit as I moan in unison with Valentina. Her hands are on her chest, but to make room, we grip each other’s forearms and lean in.

“Carson!” I scream as he delves his tongue into my hole and fucks me there. Valentina glides up and down on him while one of his big hands grips her hip. His other nuzzles my knee. Valentina and I are so close, my cheek tingles as she brushes past it with her own. As I turn my head, I’m met with her generous lips that dance across mine.

I glance up into her chocolate brown eyes, that seem to hold some consideration there, before I latch on to her mouth. She kisses me like she’s shy, but as soon as I dip my tongue past her parted lips, she gives in.

“Fuck!” Carson moans in between my legs. His hips jerk upright as his grip on us tightens.

Valentina breaks from my embrace and grinds on his pubic bone. I know she and my husband are getting ready to explode. When she tosses her long, blue-black hair behind her and screams, I let mine loose, too. As Carson grips my thighs to pull me down toward his lapping muscle, I come so hard that I moan in sync with Valentina. Our eyes lock, our gazes lit with a fire behind them.

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