Page 14 of Julian Shared
“It’s not a threesome,” I scoff.
Not technically.
There’s more than three men down there.
“A little gangbang,” Joel corrects himself with a chuckle as he presses a kiss onto my silk-clad shoulder. “Seriously, what about this has gotten your panties in a twist?”
Before I can protest, or peel myself away from the window so I no longer have to witness our neighbor’s orgy, Joel’s hand steals past the front of my robe and slips inside.
“Joel,” I gasp, but it’s too late. He finds out what I have under my robe…or more like what I’m missing.
“Shit.” Joel marvels at his discovery. His palm rubs slowly, teasingly against my groin before his fingers wrap around myhalf-hard cock. “You ain’t wearing panties tonight. Was that an anniversary present for you or me?”
For both of us.
With indulgent strokes, he pumps my erection into full hardness. I’m embarrassed, but Joel is amused. I can feel the sharpness of his grin against the back of my neck as he holds me close. I swallow hard, my eyes almost fluttering shut as the arousal I’ve been trying to keep at bay is finally unleashed by Joel’s demanding tugs.
And he’s responding in kind too.
I feel the hardness of his manhood press against my backside.
“Joel,” I say again, but it’s not a gasp this time. It’s a whimper. A desperate, needy little sound. I can’t even explain why I’ve reacted this way. What about spotting the group sex next door has turned me on. It’s not like I’m attracted to Cameron or his husband or Buddy or any of those other strangers out there.
No, not like that.
Yet I am picturing myself in Cameron’s place in a similar scenario. With Joel and with other men. Strangers. Like all the anonymous men I used to hook up with at clubs and bars before I met Joel.
“You like the show going on down there?” Joel teases me. “Wishing maybe I’d arranged a special after party like that for you tonight?”
I can’t answer him. I can’t say anything but pant and buck my hips against the pleasure he’s wringing out of me.
“You’re such a dirty boy,” Joel chuckles, his voice dark and deep. “Wanting your anniversary gift to be making you into a present for other men. I didn’t know you were feeling slutty again, love.”
I can’t help it. The…the idea. It’s making me hot all over and aching for something I can’t even really name.
Being shared. Getting used.
Having my husband and love of my life expose me to other men like that.
I can’t hold back. I need Joel so badly.
“Please,” I beg again, but I’m not begging him to stop. I beg him to keep going. To keep touching me. To get inside me. To fuck me. I didn’t just forget to put on underwear tonight, I skipped it entirely, and already prepped myself with lube.
I scramble to get the curtains closed before our neighbors and their guests notice us.
Joel doesn’t take me to bed.
He has me right there up against the window. I bury my cries of pleasure into the curtain’s damask as Joel buries his cock deep into my ass.
???
“How come you never told me that’s a turn-on for you?” Joel asks once we’re finally cleaned up and in bed together. The lights in our bedroom are off, and there’s no rowdy noise from outside. Either the party is over with or they moved it inside.
Not that it matters.
I’m not thinking about our neighbors. I’m only thinking about Joel. How warm and big he feels as I cuddle against him,my ear pressed against his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart and slow draw of his breathing.
“I didn’t know it was,” I answer.
