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“Mmm… I love how that sounds,” Ryan growled, pushing on Ben’s chest until he was on top of him, and my view was obstructed by the back of the couch.
Dammit! I need to see this. I’m so hard-up right now. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I got laid. I want to watch…
I never actually got to see Ben and Ryan together in their own bubble. Sure, I watched them together while we were all messing around, but it was different when it was the three of us. At that moment, with them blissfully unaware of their secret audience, I could witness the lust and desire; the passion they had for one another.
It was hot as hell, knowing they had that kind of connection. It was the same connection I had with Ben, and Ryan. We had chemistry together as couples, and as a trio. But watching them vibe on each other alone was a whole other point of arousal.
I wasn’t an overly jealous girl, because before Ryan, Ben had always been hopelessly devoted to only me. Of course I got annoyed watching girls hit on him, but only when they did it in a blatant, slutty way. When girls giggled and flipped their hair for him, I found it kind of funny and cute. My husband was an unstoppable force, and you’d have to be deaf and blind and living in another state not to notice him.
Ryan was still a relatively new part of our world, so we were still learning about, and growing into our feelings for him. I didn’t get crazy jealous over watching girls, and guys, flirt with him either. Again, because he only had eyes for us, so it really didn’t matter.
Still, you’d think watching your husband hooking up with someone who wasn’t you would give you that suffocating feeling of jealousy, crawling through your chest and squeezing your lungs. But thatcertainlywasn’t happening now. All I could feel were my inner walls tightening, and my panties soaking through.
Deciding to act on impulse, I step closer to them so I could keep watching. I stayed as quiet as possible, sticking to the edge of the room where it was darkest, moving up to the side of the pool table, where I had a perfect view of the couch and neither of them could see me. They probablycouldhave, if they were paying attention. But Ryan was grinding his hips on Ben’s and they were kissing mercilessly, so clearlythey weren’t on the lookout out for voyeurs.
“You like this, baby?” Ryan hummed, stroking his clothed hard-on against Ben’s.
They were so hard I could actuallysee their erections through their clothes from where I was standing. Plus, they both had huge dicks, so that helped.
I am the luckiest girl on Earth. Both my husbands are packing nine-plus inches. Go me.
I licked my lips as Ben pushed Ryan’s pants down around his ass. Ryan’s cock flopped out onto Ben’s six-pack and I seriously almost came just from thesoundit made, becauseholy fuckwhat kind of dick actuallymade that noise when it hit something?! And Ben’s abs were like stones beneath his smooth golden skin, so it worked out perfectly.
Lord, have mercy. This is fire.
“Ryan…” Ben panted, grabbing our husband’s cock in his big, strong hand, jerking it slowly. “Fuck, I want you in my mouth.”
“Yea?” Ryan mewled, sounding like he was losing his bearings a bit, which he probably was. Seeing how turned on he was by Ben was euphoric. “You want to suck my hard dick with those luscious lips?”
“Mhm…” Ben nodded, moving his soft kisses across Ryan’s jaw and down his throat. “Fuck my mouth, baby.”
Ryan pulled back, his chest heaving with rapid breaths as he removed his pants completely, kneeling over Ben’s torso. He stroked his long dick with his hand, up and down, right in front of Ben’s mouth, and I was shivering with anticipation. I watched their faces closely, eyes locked on one another’s, sharing the same telepathic thoughts, which I too could understand because we werethatconnected.
You look so fucking good right now.
I love you. I love your body.
I want to control you; make you tremble with pleasure.
You’re mine.
Ryan let go of himself and took Ben’s jaw in his palm, moving in closer, dragging the head of his cock over Ben’s lower lip.
I chomped on mine to stay quiet.
Ben parted his lips, opening up and extending his tongue just enough so that Ryan could slide his dick into Ben’s mouth. He pushed a bit, feeding inches between Ben’s lips while Ben hollowed his cheeks and sucked on the crown.
“God damn…” Ryan moved in more, thrusting himself in and out of Ben’s mouth, fucking like he would either of our holes. It looked so mind-numbingly good, I almost couldn’t process it.
Ben groaned softly, sucking more while Ryan shoved his cock into the back of Ben’s throat. Ben didn’t even flinch, which had me grinning to myself.He’s getting really good at blowjobs. That’s my man.
Ryan’s hips developed a rhythm as he pumped himself between Ben’s lips, fully fucking his throat while gripping the nape of Ben’s neck, holding him in place. Then I noticed that Ryan’s other hand was behind him, inside Ben’s pajamas, jerking his dick off while he rode his face.
At that point, I really couldn’t help myself. Sliding my hand between my thighs, I swirled my fingers over the wet material of my panties. I bit my lip harder to stifle the moans that wanted to escape me as I touched myself, watching my husbands do very dirty things to each other.
God, this is too fucking good. I love watching them. It’s like live action porn.
“Ben, holy fuck,” Ryan gasped, lolling his head back. “Swallow my cock, baby. Jesus, your mouth is so warm and wet and fucking perfect. I love you, baby… I love… you…fuck, harder!”
