Page 114 of Choosing Hope
Fuck. Having both my lovers out here, exposed to the world, feels epic. I’m luxuriating in the emotional shift my newfound acceptance has given me when Sophie speaks again.
“His cock is sticky with my cream, lick it off,” she demands.
Tapping my wrist, her silent request means I have to let go of Carlo, so that she can step to my side.
Unused to being instructed by anyone, I don’t miss Carlo’s wry grin and raised eyebrow but he releases me. And to my surprise, sinks to his knees to fulfill her instruction.
Sophie knows how much I love being in Carlo’s mouth. Once she’s satisfied that he’s doing as he’s told, she presses her body against mine, using her hand to pull my head down and kiss me.
As Carlo gradually trails his tongue along my cock, painfully slowly, my frustration to speed things up mounts.
By the time he takes the entire length into his mouth, my body stiffens, and I have to clench my fists tightly to prevent myself from orgasming.
“Let go, darling, it’ll relax you,” Sophie murmurs against my lips.
I didn’t need telling twice. Sophie and I held Carlo’s head together, while I pumped into his mouth. Her other hand trails over my bottom.
Just as I feel the pressure plummeting toward my release, Sophie’s hand discovers the plug and immediately starts manipulating the object in my butt. The sensation rips up my spine.
“Ahh,” I groan as I explode into Carlo’s mouth.
The emotional overload of the three of us being together, and the feeling of an alien object inside me make my euphoria even more intense.
I shiver with sensitivity and pleasure. But Carlo keeps sucking me until I have no choice but to stop him.
He releases me to grab Sophie instead.
“Support her back,” he orders. “I need to taste her fucking delicious pussy.”
Working at a frantic pace, he flicks her legs over his shoulder, opening her up to him like she’s the sexiest fucking scarf I’ve ever seen. And promptly buries his face in her pussy.
Watching the people I love loving each other has never failed to stimulate me.
Sophie always used to adore having Carlo’s full attention; I know how she feels. When he’s focused solely on me, it’s an experience I can’t refuse.
As I observe him chasing her release, unselfishly wanting her to feel his love, my previous anxieties ebb away, replaced by excitement that the three of us can move to this next stage of our intimacy together.
As Sophie’s groans become louder, I bend to kiss her.
“I want to cum with you inside me,” she mumbles against my lips. “Let me see him fuck you.”
Carlo hears her and rocks back, and once she’s positioned in her hammock, I notice Carlo reaching for a tube of lube. Sparks of excitement shoot up my spine.
“Enter her slowly,” he commands. While still on his knees behind me.
I hook Sophie’s legs over my shoulders, my cock sliding inside her wetness with ease.
Carlo’s hand rubs over my butt.
“Relax,” he orders.
I try to, but it’s hard. The alien object he pushed into my butt earlier is still there. Trying to do as he’s asking, I thrust into my wife, losing myself in her tightness once more.
“Lay forward over Sophie, keep your hips still, and kiss her,” he orders bossily.
I comply, allowing him to remove the plug. Once it’s gone, a sense of emptiness greets me, but it doesn’t last, as he replaces the plug first with his wet tongue. He licks around me and in me, the sensations he’s generating are divine. I rock gently into Sophie, barely moving.
He keeps spreading what I assume to be saliva on me until I’m dripping wet. After a few minutes, he withdraws his tongue and slides a finger inside me. His intrusion forces me a little deeper into my wife, and we both groan in chorus.
