Page 29 of Sensation Fantasies 1
“Honestly, I think I want to watch Vaughn fuck you.”
She drew her head back slightly. “Really?”
“I think so.”
“So—” Kiera’s phone rang. “To be continued.”
I looked down at the phone on the counter to see that it was her mother calling. It was time to be parents again.
“Taste my wife’s cunt with me buried deep inside of her,” I ordered.
Vaughn didn’t hesitate as he slid off the coffee table and dove for Kiera’s pussy. “I’m going to taste both of you.”
I swallowed. “Do it.”
Vaughn’s firm tongue licked up Kiera’s pussy and then the base of my dick. “You like that, Ward?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
I woke—hard—my mind replaying the last few seconds of my dream. The only thing that had happened at Sensation was Vaughn eating Kiera while I fucked her. His tongue was close, and when I would be buried to the hilt, I faintly could feel his wet tongue against my dick. I didn’t stop, my only thought was about making Kiera come again before I did, but I dreamed of going further?
What. The. Fuck. Was. That?
Instead of dwelling about a dream that made no sense, I woke my wife up the same way I had most mornings since our first time at Sensation.
With my mouth.
The entire week, I thought about Sensation. I thought about not only being with Vaughn again but maybe someone else. I didn’t know who. If we were propositioned another time, would Kiera and I have a threesome again? Did we only do it before because it was Vaughn? Kiera had told me that there was a room where people put on a show of sorts. Did we want to do that? What would we learn? What would we see?Whowould we see?
I straightened the tie of my formal uniform. Tonight was the annual Firefighter Awards Ceremony. My fire chief had nominated me for the award, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to get it or not. Every shift I did what needed to be done to save lives and fight fires. Even when I wasn’t on duty, I would help anyone in need. It was in my nature, and why I had become a firefighter.
“Excited?” Kiera asked as she curled her long brown hair next to me.
I looked over at her in the mirror. “Should I be?”
“You’re up for an award,” she deadpanned.
“Not the first time.”
“But maybe this will bethetime?”
“Maybe,” I agreed.
“Well, I think it will be your year.”
“Maybe,” I agreed again.
“You don’t need to be so modest.”
“Not trying to be.” I turned to face her. “Just don’t want to get my hopes up.” If I were to get the award, there was a better chance of me making captain. I wanted to be captain, and then Battalion Chief, and work my way up to Fire Chief.
Kiera smiled and cupped my cheek before pressing her lips to mine. “Well, no matter what, you’re always my firefighter of the year.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, baby.”
She unplugged her curling iron. “Ready to leave?”
I nodded. “Lead the way.”
