Page 35 of Isabela

“Safe word, got it,” Isabela murmurs, her eyes wide as she releases my hand to look around.

Interested to see what her list looks like, I move over to my husband’s side to check. Gael wraps his arm around my waist as his eyes move over the paper, a scowl slowly appearing on his face.

“Isa, did you read this before you chose things?” he asks. I squeeze his hip in warning because he’s coming off as overbearing, and from what I understand, it’s what gets him into trouble with her.

“I did, and I looked up what I didn’t understand,” she says hesitantly. Isa turns to face us and I see the crack in her confidence. Something feels off, and I watch her carefully.

People do these kinds of events for a variety of reasons. Some are looking to explore their sexuality, others are bored, and the others just want to feel alive. I can’t get a read on what her reason could be.

“If I’m prying, tell me to go fuck myself,” I tell her with a smile. Isa looks surprised before she giggles, shaking her head. “Can I ask you why you’re here tonight?”

“I don’t have a lot of choices in my life,” she says honestly. “This seemed like a safe one to explore what I might like.”

Fuck me. This sounds like the words of a virgin to me.

“Okay,” I tell her with a nod. “We’re going to only focus on exploring then. Anything that may be too extreme is off the table. Are you okay with Gael and I making that decision? We’ll make sure to make you feel good.”

My husband looks confused, and I know I’m not going to be able to explain without telling him. It’s a shame her blood on his cock is going to be how he finds out.

There are no rules here tonight. If she doesn’t want to divulge that she’s a virgin, then that’s her call. I’m going to play this by ear to see if he needs to know depending on his control tonight.

Sliding my hand under his suit jacket, I pull gently at his shirt until I can rub circles into his skin. Relenting, Gael tugs gently on the end of my hair, and I know he’s willing to go along with it. We almost have our own language in a way, after so much time together, and I’m grateful for it.

“I think I’m okay with that,” Isa says, taking a breath. Walking over to her, I brush her hair over her shoulders.

“Good. Do you have any idea how desperate I am to see the rest of you? This shirt is teasing the fuck out of me,” I tell her. Biting her lip, she reaches up to rub my shoulder.

“Mission accomplished, then,” Isa says with a nod. Putting my fingers on the buttons of her shirt, I raise my brow waiting for permission. “Yes.”

“God, you’re sexy when you consent,” I moan. Her arms move around my waist to pull me closer, and I kiss her soft lips as I open her shirt to her waist. Isa whimpers as my hand slides inside to cup her breast, and I’m slightly aware of rustling clothes as Gael starts to undress.

Coming around to sandwich Isabela between us, Gael kisses up her neck as his hands settle on her waist. “I’m going to strip you bare, baby. Are you ready?” he asks.

My husband is a genius, picking up my cues immediately. I want to make sure she knows she can say no at any time. In a world where she feels she doesn’t have any choices, I want to give her one.

“Yes, please,” she gasps, picking up her head to answer.

“So pretty,” he praises her, opening her pants before dropping to his knees to pull them slowly down, taking her panties with him. Gael kisses and nips at her, making her gasp as I pull off her shirt.

Isa is a vision. Smooth, painted skin greets me, and I drag my fingers over her tattoos on her arms, as I kiss down her body, to lick and suck her nipples.

“Oh God,” she cries out as I hear Gael lick up her core.

“Daddy, works just as well, Isa,” I growl in her ear. “Has anyone ever eaten your pretty pussy, or is he first?”

“I…” Isabela’s eyes widen and I shake my head.

“Words, baby girl. We don’t care. This is our bubble, and nothing else matters but right now. I want to know if I’ll be the first person who’ll get the pleasure of watching you break apart on his tongue,” I whisper.

She’s trembling with desire and worry, and I want to wipe away the second feeling.

“He’s the first,” Isabela rasps, swallowing hard. Gael swipes his tongue over her again, making her eyes hood, and I decide to take this to the bed.

“Isa is going to fall down if you keep eating her pussy on your knees. Will you carry her to the bed, Gael?” I ask him.

Grunting, he stands and picks her up. My husband is still wearing his pants and Isabela wraps her legs around his waist as he kisses her, making her taste herself as she groans.

Smiling, I undress, loving that Isa’s heels are digging into his back as she wears nothing else but them. So fucking sexy.

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