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“Want a taste of him?” Imogen wrapped her fingers around his shaft and held him out like an offering. The scent of him—sweat and salt and arousal—hit me like a physical force, making my mouth water. I shivered, the realization that I really, truly wanted this making my heart pound.
Slowly, I leaned forward, letting my tongue slip out as Imogen guided him towards my mouth. I met Makai’s eyes as I ran my tongue over his velvety skin, scooping up a bead of pre-cum from his slit.
“Mm, kiss my cock, sweetheart, just like that,” he murmured.A groan escaped me at the first taste of another man’s cock, and I lunged forward, greedily lapping up more. As I kissed my way up his length, learning the shape of him with my lips and tongue, I watched Makai kissing my wife, his hand slipping over her stomach and into her shorts.
He was bigger than me, thicker, the skin darker and veins more prominent, and I wanted more than anything to watch Imogen’s reaction to being fucked by him. I dragged my tongue along the underside, then swirled it around his head, exploring and learning him.
“Fuck,” Makai hissed above me, one hand tangling in my hair, not pushing, just holding.
I glanced up at the long plane of his abdomen, past the defined muscles of his chest, and froze at the sight that met me. My wife was making little whimpering sounds against his mouth, her fingers clutching at his shoulders like she might collapse without his support as he shoved his hand deeper into her shorts, working her pussy under the fabric.
Rather than jealousy, I felt a surge of arousal so intense I had to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming. I’d never seen Imogen like this. Makai broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, and her eyes found mine over his shoulder. There was a question in them, concern beneath the desire, checking that I was still okay with what was happening.
I answered by taking the head of Makai’s cock into my mouth, maintaining eye contact with him as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive glans.
Makai’s hands slid up to the front of Imogen’s blouse, deftly undoing buttons until he could push the fabric off her shoulders. Her simple white bra followed, and then her shorts and panties.
Soon, his mouth was on her breasts, teasing one pink nipple while his fingers slipped between her legs to tease at her pussy. The sound she made—a soft, broken moan I’d never heard from her before—sent fire racing through my veins.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her head falling back as Makai sucked harder at her breast. “Hamish... Makai.”
I hummed around Makai’s cock in response, taking him deeper, wanting her to see how much I was enjoying this. Whatever guilt might have lingered evaporated as I watched her writhe for him. This wasn’t cheating. We were sharing this experience. If anything, I felt closer to Imogen now than I had in years, connected by our secret, forbidden lust.
With newfound confidence, I tried my best to take Makai deeper, but he was so big, it was tough to fit him all in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” Makai groaned, his hips jolting forward, cock slamming into the back of my throat. “Where did you learn to—fuck!”
I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my lips with an obscene pop. “You’re my first. Just trying to think of what feels good to me.”
“Show me,” she whispered, and the raw desire in her voice made my cock throb painfully.
I wrapped my hand around the base of Makai’s cock, angling it for better access, then took him in my mouth again, sucking him as deep as I could, rolling my tongue around his length, the way Imogen sometimes did with mine. My jaw started to get sore, and I worked through the pain, wondering if other people’s jaws were in better shape than mine.
He tasted really good, felt really good—warm and pulsing and heavy between my lips. I didn’t want to give it up, no matter how much it hurt.
“Holy fuck,” Makai gasped, his hand tightening in my hair. “Hamish, fuck, I’m going to—”
I pulled back immediately, denying him because I had a plan for his cum. His cock pulsed, angry and red, so close to the edge. I sat back on my heels, looking up at them both. Makai with his chest heaving, face contorted with frustrated pleasure, his fingers buried inside my wife, and Imogen with her breasts bare, lips swollen from his kisses, eyes dark with want.
“Not yet,” I said, surprising myself with the authority in my voice. “I want to see you fuck my wife first.”
Makai’s eyes narrowed, then a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “So proper Hamish has a filthy mind,” he said, turning to Imogen. “What do you think, Imogen? Should I make you come before your husband gets to?”
Chapter 9
Imogen
Both men turned to me, their naked bodies magnificent in the dim light of the cabin. My breath caught at the sight of them—Makai tall and golden, his cock still slick from my husband’s mouth; Hamish on his knees, lips swollen and eyes wild with a hunger I’d never seen before.
Hamish slowly rose to his feet as they moved toward me like predators who’d found their prey, and I stepped back into the cabin behind us. The last scraps of my clothing fell to the floor as they kicked off what remained of theirs. I didn’t stop until I felt the edge of the berth against my thighs.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Hamish breathed, reverence in his voice as his hands cupped my breasts.
Makai circled behind me, his body radiating heat against my back. His lips found my neck, kissing a trail up to my ear whilehis hands spanned my waist and his hard cock pressed against my back.
“Your husband’s a lucky man,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
I couldn’t form words, couldn’t think beyond the sensation of four hands on my body—Hamish’s familiar touch somehow made new by Makai’s presence, Makai’s exploration turning every nerve ending into a live wire. My husband’s mouth closed around my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me gasp, while Makai’s hands slid lower, finding the curve of my hips.
