Page 77 of Choosing Hope
I watch Carlo standing with his shirt off, embracing Sophie in his arms. Her head is back, her long hair hanging down her back almost to her bottom. She’s naked, and judging from the color of her ass cheeks, he’s been spanking her.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
He’s kissing her deeply, passionately. I can see just from the way he holds her how much she means to him. The scene causes a movement in my trousers. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen them together.
I watch as he spins her to face me, the first sign that he knows I’ve arrived.
He trails the pads of his fingers over her body. One hand heads south to her pussy, while the other cups her breast. Their lips remain clamped together.
She’s working hard to undo his trousers, but when his long fingers reach her clit, she becomes distracted from her task, and rocks her head back, leaning into his chest.
My fingers itch to torture her like he is. Her whole body is open to him, willing him to make her feel good.
I understand what it’s like to be under Carlo’s spell; he’s intoxicating. His ability to read his partner’s body responses is captivating.
She’s close enough to the window that I can see she’s trembling with her need to release. Just as I think she’s going to detonate, he lifts his hand to her mouth, demanding she lick his fingers.
Watching her tongue flicking around his fingers while he stares at me is too much. I want to be involved, to be in there with them. Being a fly on the wall isn’t enough. I want to control the scene, to tell him what he can and can’t do to her. She’s mine.
She sucks his first two fingers into her mouth; the memory of the pull of her suction on my dick leaves me so hard, my head feels light. Even without being able to hear her, I know she’s humming. But she never looks at me. Not once.
With a smile, he returns his hand between her legs, pumping his thick fingers in and out of her and making her moan. I can’t hear her, but I can see her mouth and from experience can recall the pitch of each breathless moan.
Carlo keeps going, working her, whipping her up into a lust-fueled frenzy.
He’s talking to her the whole time, no doubt teasing her, and building the tension between them into an inferno.
My cock is desperate for relief. It’s throbbing so badly, as though it has its own pulse.
Sophie throws her head back, clearly overcome. I know her body so well, I can see how close she is to her release. His fingers work in and out of her faster, and she’s losing her mind. He looks straight at me, locking eyes with me as she detonates.
“Let me in.” I mouth to him, but his only response is a beaming grin.
Once her body has finished shuddering, he lifts his hands to his own mouth, greedily licking her off his fingers.
The moisture builds on my tongue at the thought of doing the same.
With clean hands, my best friend lifts my wife onto the chair which has been strategically positioned so that spectators at the window have the perfect view.
From experience, I know how much he loves using this type of apparatus. It forces the user into the perfect position for sex, allowing her body to be supported, legs spread wide, knees bent; and every limb can relax.
As soon as Sophie is comfortable, he steps away, giving me the perfect view of my wife’s glistening pink pussy, open and ready for action.
Being able to see her in such detail, but unable to touch or even communicate with them, is torture. I’m desperate to release.
I can’t take my eyes off my wife’s sublime body, so when Carlo steps toward the glass totally naked with his dick in one hand and a condom in the other, he surprises me.
“Condom or no condom?” he asks me with gestures while slowly jerking himself off, his big, hard cock begging to be sucked.
I stare at his hardness for several seconds, catching myself licking my lips.
My gaze floats up his torso; well-defined abs below a sculpted firm chest, my attention comes to rest on his plump lips.
“Let. Me. In.” I say clearly but calmly, so that there can be no mistaking my words.
“No condom?” he asks. Feigning a surprised expression.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I couldn’t care less whether he’s sheathed up. Neither of us ever has sex without a condom with anyone else. So, I’mas sure as I can be that she’ll be safe from STDs. Sophie has an implant, so there is no chance of pregnancy.
