Page 53 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

“And Miles and I are going to watch,” I whispered, not missing the goose bumps covering her soft skin.

“Oh my, umm, is this covered in my plan?” she asked playfully. Behind me, I heard Miles chuckle.

“Oh yeah, baby, you’re definitely covered,” I rasped.

I reached for her and made her straddle me. Her eyes locked with mine before I kissed her. Long, wet, and deep. Kissing Elena always felt like a first. It didn’t matter that we’d been together for a couple of years; it always felt like a jolt of electricity to my senses. My body was immediately awake andwanting. She turned in my arms, her bare ass on my front while her legs went over each of my thighs.

“That’s our girl,” I praised. Rick moved, and the mattress dipped under his weight. He was right in front of her, taking his stethoscope off and breathing on it.

“Now breathe in deep. I wanna hear that beautiful, perfect heartbeat,” he quietly ordered, and our girl did as she was told.

I had no idea how the asshole managed to stay in character when I could smell her arousal. I could feel it dripping down onto my cock. My eyes locked with Miles’, who was sitting on the recliner we kept in the room. He had already dragged it to its spot in front of our large custom-made bed that fit the four of us. Miles was sitting and stroking his already hard length, getting off on watching.

Our sex life hadn’t changed. If anything, it got hotter.

We still liked to watch each other. There was nothing hotter than seeing Elena in the throes of passion with my best friends, or on the occasions when we could resist, once when she tied us to a chair, watched her pleasure herself. When Elena told us her doctor fantasy, we took that and ran with it. Together, we’d explored and grown, figuring out what we liked and worked for us, and what we didn’t.

“Hold her thighs, Josh,” Rick instructed, and I was more than happy to comply. Holding her thighs with a firm grip, I spread her open, loving the fact we’d added a full-size mirror against the wall across our bed. Watching her, looking at her all spread open for us while Rick played with her, teased her tight little drolly hole, was fucking incredible.

And somehow, I couldn’t believe this was our life.

Over the years, there were moments I watched and looked around, still astounded that I had not only found but kept a family of my own. Growing up, my biological family was one chaotic mess after another. It was why Rick, Miles, and I hadclicked so well. And don’t get me wrong, life was okay before we set it down this path with Elena. But in those moments of simple sheer beauty, it took my breath away. I was reminded over and over of how good I had it. Of how good we had it together. And fuck me, that beauty only seemed to grow and thrive.

With the woman I loved in my arms, moaning and writhing against my bare cock, so close I could feel her honey dripping all over me, my best friends at my side, life wasn’t just good, it was fucking great.

EPILOGUE II

MILES

Watching our wife find bliss was as beautiful today, years later, than it was when we first got together.

Growing up the way I did, in and out of foster care because my dad had never been a part of my life and my mom couldn’t look up from getting her next hit, I hadn’t thought this would be something I’d have. I didn’t think it was possible.

Sure, I’d lived my life with purpose and strived to better myself any way I could, but I hadn’t thought that after all the trials and tribulations and bumps on the roads, this was where it would have led me.

And damn, even though it had been a long and treacherous journey, I’d do everything I could to be right where I was. Elena was worth it. The family we had not only made but grew was worth it.

Rick, Josh, and I might not have been able to get to medical school the usual way, but we had made it there after serving our time in the military. It didn’t matter because it was where we met after all.

But even as a young man, I’d always been careful. Knowing addiction was in my genetic makeup and that I didn’t want torepeat the cycle, I’d made sure that during the small amount of downtime we had, I didn’t party too much. The guys used to make fun of me, but I had stayed on the path, making sure not to tetter the line of being addicted to anything. But the moment we laid eyes on Elena, teeter had gone out the window.

She was the purest, best kind of addiction.

It was our anniversary, and the kids were with their Aunt Rosie and their uncles. And we were determined not to waste a minute of having the house all to ourselves. That had been obvious when Rick and I got back into the house from dropping the kids off bright and early, and he reached for his doctor’s coat and stethoscope and told me his plan.

It had been a moment where all four of us could play, and longer since we’d been able to be as loud as we wanted and not have to stifle our moans and groans.

My hand shuttled up and down my cock as I watched the show in front of me. My toes dug into the plush rug, and my muscles flexed and strained. Jesus, she was gorgeous. Sprawled out over Josh’s lap, her legs over his thighs, she was wide open and without a stitch of clothing. Her tanned skin looked silky, and I knew firsthand it was softer than that. Her wild, long, dark hair messy from sleep fell over both her shoulders and covered her tits, making her look like some kind of wild pixie. Our own bohemian princess. And fuck me, we were going to worship her all fucking weekend long.

A droplet of fluid spilled from my thick tip, and I used my thumb to help lube my dick. My hand never stopped working up and down my length, my gaze unwavering from the sight in front of me.

My eyes connected with Josh’s, and we grinned. Elena recently admitted she had been fantasizing about playing doctor, and Rick had taken to it. Together, we kept unlocking kinks andthings we wanted to try, and fuck, I never wanted that shit to end.

Rick used the old stethoscope to wrap her wrists together, pulling a nipple into his mouth. She gasped, and the little sounds she made were music to my ears. He let go of the morsel of her turgid nipple with a tight pop and bent her arms carefully, so they were around Josh’s neck, pressing her sinful little body closer to his, making her push her chest out, and with the movement, her pretty tits jiggled. My mouth watered.

She shifted, lifting her ass, and I knew by the look on her face, the euphoria painted there, that she was taking every inch of him.

“Fuck,” Josh cursed roughly. His Adam’s apple bobbed. My dick throbbed in my hand.

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