23. Henry

Chapter 23

Henry

Casper goes first, and I have the pleasure of watching her spit on his cock, then making it disappear. It’s a mental image I’ll never forget, and I almost fall over while slipping out of my jeans because I can’t look away.

“Guess who?” he says, his head tipped back, a look of sheer bliss on his face.

It will be easy to place the owner based on the voice coming directly from above her, so I shift closer behind him, rest my chin on his shoulder and join in.

“Guess who?” we both say at the same time.

“Take the blindfold off,” she begs before he pushes deeper, making her gag a little.

“Guess who?” I say again. She tries to answer, but it’s impossible when her lips are stretched around him, and he's nudging his way down the back of her throat.

“Sorry, I can't hear you,” he laughs. “You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Terrible manners.” He slaps her cheek lightly, rubbing at where his swollen head pushes against it from the other side.

“Yours,” she attempts to mumble around his girth and he releases her with a wet pop.

“Try again.”

“Yours, Casper,” she gasps. “Yours.”

“That's right. You'll never forget it either.” He reaches behind her head and rips the blindfold free. She blinks rapidly as he comes back into view, standing over her, all golden skin and soft hair.

Her eyes flit back and forth between our faces, then down to where one of my hands is splayed across Casper's stomach, the other wrapped around his shaft, as I feed it into her mouth. Pre-cum beads at the tip of my own cock, hard against his ass, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.

Casper pulls out of her mouth and steps aside to make room for me to get closer. He cups her chin gently, adjusting the angle of her head.

“Taste him,” he tells her.

She wraps her warm lips around me and I grip the edge of the table to keep my knees from buckling. Her eager tongue swirls, coating me with the spit Casper worked up in her mouth. His hand fists her hair, but it’s more for show than for force, and he guides her up and down my length. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, staring up at me with wide, hungry eyes.

The second hottest thing I’ve ever seen is Casper standing by my side, stroking himself in smooth motions as he watches his ex-wife work another man’s cock into her throat.

“Want both,” Saskia moans around me, reaching for Casper’s hip to pull him closer. We shuffle together until she squeezes our shafts in one hand. Her tongue laps back and forth between us until she stretches her lips around them both.

Casper groans deeply, looping his arm around my waist to pull me to his side. My hips buck, sliding in and out of Saskia’s hot, wet mouth in tandem with his, and I almost blow my load when he traces the shell of my ear with his tongue.

“Don’t look at her,” he whispers. “Look at me while you come down her throat.”

I twist until our foreheads press together and his eyes bore into mine, spurring me on. In my peripheral vision I see Saskia’s knees shift apart, her other hand diving between them and working herself in fast circles.

We wanted to overstimulate her, and with the plug, the vibrator, her fingers on her clit and our cocks in her mouth, that’s exactly what happens. She comes again, her body writhing, and her deep moan humming through me as she sucks even harder.

“Cass,” I moan, not even caring that I’ve said the wrong name.

He pulls out of her mouth, grabs the back of my neck, and crashes his lips to mine.

I grip him in the same spot, opening for his tongue and feverishly kissing him back. It’s different, firmer, a more masculine taste that has the base of my spine tingling as my orgasm edges closer.

This feels inevitable, as if his true purpose in coming here was for me to experience this, not her.

When he bites my bottom lip, it catapults me over the edge and while Saskia drains every drop from me, Casper swallows my moans. Wet heat floods my cock and I look down to see him coming in hot bursts over the two of us. Some lands on her face, some coats my shaft, and Saskia, my queen, laps it all up.

I barely have a second to process all the ways my world just shifted before she removes the vibrator, scrambles to her feet, and leads both of us towards the stairs.