Page 46 of Better When Shared
But he didn’t argue, didn’t try anything with me again, which made me wonder what he was thinking. And my focus shifted to Nisha, but I was still all too aware of him.
We lowered her onto her back on the bed and worked our way down her body in tandem, my mouth finding one nipple while Caleb attended to the other. Nisha arched for us, hands tangling in both our hair, directing without words. We'd done this before, in another lifetime—taken our cues from a woman's responses, learned her body together—but never with someone I loved so completely.
Caleb caught my eye as we moved lower, a silent communication passing between us. We positioned ourselves between her thighs, and I felt a surge of memory—this was how we'd done it in college, sharing the taste of whoever lay beneath us. His tongue found her clit while mine teased her entrance, and Nisha's keen of pleasure echoed through the room.
We alternated, trading places, sometimes working in harmony, sometimes pulling back to watch the other eat her out. Nisha writhed under our combined attention, her hands clutching at the sheets, at our hair, at anything within reach. Our mouths were far closer than I’d ever realized. So close that I could stick my tongue out and taste him again.
"Please," she gasped, "don't stop, I'm so close—"
The pride that swelled in my chest was complicated—pride in my wife's uninhibited sexuality, pride in how well Caleb and I worked together to bring her pleasure. I sucked her clit, feeling her thighs tense around my head as Caleb slid two fingers inside her, doing something that made her hips buck off of the mattress.
She came with a shout, body arching off the bed, one hand clutching mine, the other digging into Caleb's shoulder. We worked her through it, easing off as her tremors subsided.
"Holy fuck," she panted, collapsing back against the pillows. "That was... fuck."
I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, satisfied with her incoherence. Caleb did the same on the opposite side, his eyes meeting mine over her body. Something passed between us, an acknowledgment of shared accomplishment, perhaps, or something deeper.
"So," Caleb said, moving up to stretch beside her. "What other fantasies do you have that we could fulfill this morning?"
The question hung between us, loaded with possibilities. In that moment, with Nisha's taste still on my tongue and the memory of Caleb's kiss still burning on my lips, I decided on honesty.
"I want to watch you fuck my wife," I admitted, my voice rough. "I want to see your cock inside her while she comes."
Caleb’s lips spread into a slow smile. His hand traced a lazy pattern on her thigh as he looked at her, and she whimpered and nodded. “Let me grab a condom.”
I shook my head, not sure I wanted to explain why I wanted him bare inside my wife. Why I wanted his cum inside her. “You get tested, right?”
"Yeah, every couple of months," he said, his brows up. "I’m negative, and I don’t fuck a lot of different people anymore. But I always use condoms, even when I’m in a relationship. I don’t want to be unsafe."
I blinked down at him, thrown off by the thought of Caleb in a relationship. But what had I expected? Celibacy from the horniest guy I knew?
I looked towards Nisha, and she nodded, a little smirk playing around her lips as if she could see right through me.
“That’s part of the fantasy.” I swallowed hard, an unexpected desire rising. "I want you to come inside her," I told Caleb. "I want to watch her take it. She’s on birth control, and we’ve both been tested, too."
His pupils dilated further, his cock twitching visibly at my words. "Fuck, Julian. Is that okay, Nisha?"
Nisha's smile widened, and she nodded. “I want to feel you bare.”
She moved with decisive grace, pushing Caleb onto his back in the center of the bed. His cock stood proudly, thick and flushed against his stomach. Nisha straddled his thighs, facing him, grinding down on his big cock with a happy moan.
Nisha reached for his length, positioning him at her entrance. "Ready?"
He nodded, hands finding her hips as she sank down, taking him inch by inch. I watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared into my wife's body. Heat pooled in my groin, and I stroked myself absently, my cock leaking pre-cum at the visual. I wanted to touch them where they were joined, but I stopped myself, unsure.
This was what I’d wanted all along, when I’d brought up the hall pass fantasy. Watching her sink down on a big cock. On him.
"God, you feel amazing," Caleb groaned, his fingers digging into Nisha's hips.
She began to move, riding him with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on mine. "Kiss me," she demanded, and I moved forward, my mouth finding hers as she continued to work herself on Caleb's cock, moaning against my mouth.
The kiss was messy, desperate, charged with the electricity of what we were doing. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, and my hand was on his stomach, feeling the flex of his muscles as he thrust up into her. I skimmed my fingers over his body, fascinated by his reaction to my touch.
"Offer it to him," she whispered, gaze dropping to my erection. "I want to watch him suck you while I ride him."
My heart nearly stopped. I looked down at Caleb, whose eyes were fixed on my cock, lips parted. The need in his expression was unmistakable.
I coughed, embarrassed. “He wouldn’t… what?”
