Page 13 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Good girl.”
I move on all fours on the sofa to face Matty and take in the size of his semi hard cock glistening with the evidence of our orgasms. I’m glad I hadn’t seen it at full mast before it entered me. Sitting back on my heels I look up at Matty, a blush spreading across my face at what we have just done and I’m about to do. Before I lean in to lick myself clean off him I ask, “Would that be ok Matty, can I lick you clean?”
Matty clears his throat and fists his cock which seems to be lengthening again at the prospect. “You have no idea how much I’d like you to do that, cupcake.”
Licking my lips, my mouth begins to water. I go back onto all fours as Matty sits on his heels and I crawl towards him. Still fisting his cock, I see Matty pump it a few times in anticipation before beads of pre-come escape the tip and I poke my tongue out to catch them from his slit. Matty releases a deep throaty groan that sends flutters of heat down my core again. I bend lower and poke my tongue out around his balls and begin to lick my musky flavour from them, taking each one into my mouth to suck it clean. With a flat tongue I lick up and down his length, taking extra time on the sensitive underside of his cock, pulling out more noises of pleasure from Matty’s lips.
“Rose Petal, you’re doing such a good job, I bet Matty would really love it if you sucked him down like you just did to me. Wouldn’t you, Matty?”
“Please do Rosie, please be my special girl.”
I look up into his dark, lust filled eyes as I lower myself further and further down his now rock hard pulsing length. Clearly this man is ready to go again.
I feel James behind me tug at the plug as he softly rubs at my lower back. “You can let go of this one now Rose Petal, I’m going to pull it out right now.” And I feel the tug and burn as my ring of muscle opens and stretches around the bulbous size and then releases the plug. I feel its loss immediately, but my mind is back on Matty’s cock as it hits the back of my throat, his girth so much wider than James which requires my mouth to stretch extra wide to its limits to accommodate him.
As I move my head up and down, Matty guiding me as he likes it, saliva pooling around my chin I hear a cap open and shut and then two fingers begin to nudge at my back hole.
“Baby, you’ve got me rock hard and leaking all over myself watching you clean up Matty. I need to have you one moretime.” I don’t have time or a voice to give my approval with my mouth filled as his fingers thrust in and out. “There’s a good girl, all loose and ready to take me.” I feel empty for only a second before I feel the slicked up head of his cock probing for entry. Knowing exactly how I like it, I feel James’ reach under me and begin to stroke on my clit as he holds his cock with his other hand adding pressure slowly as my tight hole adjusts to the new invasion. I quiver at the burn and still my head around Matty. James strokes my clit more intensely which does help me to loosen my tense body and relax onto him. Matty understands my adjustment and begins to stroke my hair, cooing sweet words of praise as I’m impaled by my husband’s cock in my arsehole as I hold his best friend’s cock in my mouth.
James finally pushes in so deep that he’s fully seated inside of me and moves his hand away from strumming my clit.
“You look stunning this way round watching you suck off Matty, Rosie. Your arsehole is milking me already, would you like me to come deep into your arse, make you scream around Matty’s cock?” James asks me. I try to nod my head as best as I can but my mouth is so full of Matty I can only offer a whimper from deep in my throat as a reply.
Pleasure coils tight in my core with the movement and knowledge that my husband is fucking my arse with his best friend in my mouth. My legs begin to tremble as I struggle to breathe through my nose as Matty has taken over and has begun to thrust in short enthusiastic thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every forward movement. The men are fucking me to a rhythm that they have set, moving my body back and forth, off one cock and onto the other, using me like a ragdoll for their pleasure.
I am beginning to see spots from pleasure and lack of air, I pull off Matty leaving lines of drool hanging from my chin as I suck in gulps of breath before he feeds himself back into my mouth again.
I’m heady with a climax that is building but I cannot reach. My clit is sparking with pleasure, but it needs more to tip over the edge and into oblivion. James, my saviour, does the one thing I need most and strums pressured circles around my clit as Matty holds himself deep in my throat as his thighs tremble by my face. The thrill of us together in such a depraved way, my husband using my body while allowing his friend to take his fill of me, has me reaching my peak and shattering around both cocks. I clasp them tightly as my spasms course through my body like endless tidal waves of ecstasy, engulfing and then drowning my body that vibrates from my arse to my core.
“Oh baby, yes!” James praises behind me and I feel him unload deep into the depths of my arse. Matty, whose legs are quivering even more with his impending climax, lets go and his come fills my mouth as he pulls half out to try not to choke me with his ropes of salty come. When Matty’s finished, he slowly pulls out and I swallow all that he has poured into my mouth in one giant gulp. Matty sits back on his heels on the couch in a daze as he looks over at my damp messy face and then up at James who is edging himself carefully from my quivering body.
“Grab Rose, Matty,” instructs James as I sway on all fours. I feel Matty’s arms reach out and grab me around my waist and tug me over and onto his lap. I wince at the sudden movement and ache from my bottom, but instead of Matty sitting me on his lap, he cradles me in his arms. I see James move out of sight as I lie back in Matty’s arms boneless and exhausted. Matty gently lowers his head and brushes his lips against my temple dusting a feather light kiss. It’s then that I realise we have not locked lips once. He didn’t kiss me or touch my breasts.Was that part of the rules?I wonder.Did he just wait to kiss me when James was out of the room?I consider as James reappears with a wet towel.
Matty raises my body with ease like I’m a small child and James gently dabs and cleans around each leaking hole.
“I’m running her a bath now Matty, let me take her from here.” I look up into Matty’s eyes and I see a glimmer of reluctance and regret as he hands me over into James’ waiting arms. James carries me bridal style down the hall and into the bathroom where the tub is filling and steam of sweet honeysuckle fills my nose. James balances me on one knee as he bends down to test the water. “Here you go sweetheart, can you climb in?” I smile sleepily and nod, as he unclasps my collar and I climb into the hot bath. “I’ll be back in a second.” James lowers his head to mine and kisses me sweetly on the lips before leaving me alone in the bathroom.
My mind is a mixture of sleepy contentment and thoughts of what we have just done. There is no returning from the fact James just shared me with someone we know. I don’t know the implications, but James mentioned it was a one-time occurrence, so I guess that was that then. Did I enjoy it though? Yes. Very much so.Is that bad?
7
As I lay in the bath I realise James has managed to replace the eight men swirling around in my heart with a new one. The way Matty looked at me as he handed me over is now etched into my mind’s eye. How will things ever go back to how they were? How does Matty feel about us? And James, was this the right decision for him? How can he not look at Matty and relive the morning we have just shared. It was amazing, I loved every second of it after I got over the shock of it. Everyone in the room enjoyed themselves. But in my day job I rarely get to see the clients ever again. But I’ll get to see Matty, if not weekly, monthly—forever.
I try to relax in the tub and think of the best case scenario. We just had the best morning together ever imaginable and we are adults. Maybe we can have a beer together and reminisce or laugh about it. Surely that is possible. Then take it for what it was and move on. It’s not as if I don’t have anything else to keep me busy, keep us busy.
I lay in the water soaking it into my aching body. Thehoneysuckle scent soothes my mind and I sink in a bit further, bending my knees to allow me to be absorbed by the bathwater. The heat is making me sleepy and I’m beginning to have trouble keeping my eyes open until James finally walks back into the bathroom looking relaxed and sated.
“Room for one more, Rose Petal?” he asks and I smile and nod.
The bubbles all smoosh around me as James climbs in. “That was incredible sweetheart, thank you for doing that for me,” he says as he lowers himself into the warm water as he sits opposite with our knees bent and the tops out of the water to accommodate us both.
“I know you mentioned you were into watching but I didn’t think you’d act on it so soon or would ever ask someone we know to join us. How do you feel now one of your fantasies has come true?” I ask.
“It feels incredible. Like all my Christmases have come at once. Dominating you, watching you get fucked, joining in. I learnt that I can’t just watch, I need to play too.”
“And Matty. Did you like sharing me with your best friend or could it have been anyone?”
I watch as James’ beautiful face turns pensive as he runs his hands through his dirty blond hair. “I did enjoy sharing you with Matty,” he answers slowly. “Was it weird to see him in such an intimate setting, yes. Did it bother me, strangely no.”
