Page 11 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“And look at you, collared up and in your birthday suit,” he says as he moves his giant hand to sweep my hair from the side of my face. I may have known this gentle giant for fifteen years but I’ve never thought of him in any other way than as James’ best mate. He was married for most of that time and we most certainly would never have had conversations about a wife swap.
“Look at you, here in our holiday home holding your best friend’s naked wife,” I say cheekily back to him as his hand lowers to stroke my breast, making my nipples pebble to rock hard stones in an instant. The atmosphere in the room changes in a blink from nervous yet playful to serious and needy. I blink and gone is the friendly man I have known so well at birthday barbeques and Christmases, and in his place is this dark, brooding man with bronze eyes and a few days of stubble coating his masculine jawline. There is no longer a cheeky smile on his pillowy lips, they are drawn in a straight line as he focuses now on slowly caressing my breasts, over my peaked nipples, under them and down my stomach. He looks to be absorbing every inch of my naked body that he has never seen before, entranced that he is allowed to be sitting here and touching me like he is. He steals one final glance over to James who is sitting comfortably and gives a subtle nod to continue.
“Rosie, why don’t you help Matty get more acquainted with you. Shuffle your perfect bottom to the end of the sofa and open your pretty legs wide open for Matty?”
“If it pleases you, Sir,” I reply, getting into the role that hewants me to be and begin to move my bottom off Matty’s legs and shuffle to the side of the sofa where I rest my back on the arm. I open my legs for Matty’s lingering eyes.
To Matty’s credit, he manages to wait a heartbeat, soaking in the sight of my open and waiting wet pussy before he licks his lips, moves across the sofa and lowers his head to just inches from my core. Taking a deep breath he mutters, “I can smell your delicious sweet juices, Rosie.” Looking back up into my watching, apprehensive eyes he says to me, “Does this turn you on, James commanding and watching you? A plaything for the both of us to enjoy?”
“Yes,” I rasp. I’ve never thought of Matty in any way other than platonic but clearly there is more to him than I ever considered, his dirty talk for a start.
“Tell her what you’d like to do with her offered goods, Matty,” instructs James.
Closing his eyes, Matty takes in a breath as he gets onto all fours on the couch so that he can learn across my heating body to say the words into my ear although loud enough for James to hear them.
“Rosie, cupcake. I am going to rim your arse crack until you beg me to fill it. And once it’s stretched around a plug, I am going to suckle your sweet little sensitive nub of nerves as I begin to stretch your pussy open wide with each of my fat fingers until you are taking all four of them up to my knuckle in preparation for my cock. Then I’m going to fuck you so deep, my cock will leave an imprint on your walls and your pussy will gape from the size of me.”
My eyes flash at his words and the heat building inside of me coils. Is this what he and James discussed, is this what James wants to watch Matty do to me? My jaw goes slack and my mouth begins to water at the thought of them preplanning this. Rather than asking me or seeking any kind of approval—knowing he has it already with my being there—he lowers hishead to my waiting open legs, he pulls my hips towards him so I’m lowered with my back to the couch and my head resting on the armrest. Taking a deep admiring breath of my pussy, he moves his hands on the backs of my thighs, folding them back into my stomach, opening my arsehole fully up to him, and lowers his head.
My body shivers as I feel his hot flat tongue lap at my tight rosette. It’s not soft and feather light. It’s got pressure behind it like he means what he is doing. My hands grab the armrest behind me and I arch my head back at the depravity of my position and what my husband’s best friend is doing to me, all for James’ viewing pleasure. Each lap of Matty’s tongue tells me he means to taste and feel every inch of my arsehole and soon he will gain entry. My clit is sparking, calling to me for a touch, a stroke, some attention. Another deep lap and he’s in, tunnelling his tongue deep inside of me and I let out a groan. I move my hand to stroke myself through my building orgasm but James stops me in my tracks.
“No touching unless I grant you permission, Rose Petal.”
A growl of frustration releases from my throat and I hear his deep chuckle from his seat.
“Put those hands back up by your head, that displayed your tits so well,” James instructs, and I slowly drag my hand back up, now hyper aware of how it thrusts my breasts out.
In and out I feel Matty’s tongue, deep and searching the depths of this madness. I’m sure my juices are now running from my pussy down to my arsehole, desire pumping through my body with a need to release somehow and quickly.
“I think she’s loosening up nicely, wouldn’t you say Matty? Time for the plug?”
I feel my hole release Matty’s tongue as he withdraws and sits back on his heels lowering my bottom back to the sofa. Wiping his mouth on his forearm looking directly into my eyeshe says, “Your arsehole tastes delicious with your pussy juices running down into it.”
And I blush. I lay still, exactly where he left me, as Matty reaches down into his bag and pulls out a large, bulbous silicone plug with a wider stem.
“I think this one will do, cupcake. Question is, do we need lube or can we use your own supply?” Looking over to James, he seems to be asking him the question.
“I think you can use her own supply, just look at the sofa.”
Matty’s eyes look down and I know he’s looking at the wet patch underneath me. I know it’s my desire leaking all over it.
“Dip the plug into her pussy, coat it up nice and good so she’s ready to accept it.”
Matty nods to his given instructions and lines the plug up to my entrance. He circles it between my folds before gently nudging it inside me so slowly I want to scream for him to plunge it in deep and pump it. Matty’s eyes flick up to mine and I’m sure mine burn with fire at his teasing. When the plug is fully engulfed, he then slowly tugs in a rhythm against my g-spot that is sure to make me explode at any minute.
“Don’t come Rosie. If you come, you won’t get Matty’s giant cock, and we’ll never know how well you’ll take it because this is a one-time arrangement.”
I gasp at James’ cruel command; I was about to let go and slip into euphoria. I want to but I also want to feel what it is like to have Matty inside of me now we’ve come this far. I whimper at my precarious situation. If Matty accidentally knocks my clit—it will all be over before it’s begun. Trying to think of anything other than the plug that is being pulled out of me I sigh with relief as it’s released and I manage to not climax.
“Good girl,” James praises and I preen at his appraisal.
Matty lifts my thighs with one hand folding me back in half and lines the plug up to my back hole. “Relax now Rosie, be your husband’s best girl and take it nice and deep.” I feel thepressure of the plug enter and stretch me wide open as the burn takes over all other sensations. I want to rub my clit to help me relax and accept it more easily but I can’t risk coming undone. So I just try to relax my back hole and allow Matty’s persistent pressure to force my arsehole to accept it.
“One last push, ah now there it is, seated nice and deep inside my first favourite hole,” remarks Matty.
“That’s one hole plugged, now it’s time for you to fill the other,” James commands.
Matty lowers my thighs so my feet are resting on either side of us on the sofa and runs a finger down my seam being cautious not to hit my clit. He nudges two thick fingers into my entrance but just to their tips and begins to massage in and out of me, hitting my g-spot every time.
