Page 33 of Queen of Spades

Jesse nodded, and we all took our penalty drink, Grace laughing as she stared at Anders. “And how do you know that one, dear husband?” she teased, and he cocked an eyebrow.

“Kama Sutra. That’s an advanced pose though, it requires a lot of flexibility, and the man needs to be quite strong,” Anders replied, his sharp eyes focusing on Levy.

“Pfft, it can’t be that hard,” Grace replied and shifted in Levy’s lap, forcing him to sit forward as her legs wrapped delicately around his hips, mindful of his stitches. Levy swore and grabbed her by the waist when she threw herself backward, arching back as her head came to rest between Levy’s calves, her hair brushing the floor. The temperature in the room suddenly peaked, and a quick glance around told me that every single one of us was now standing at attention.

“Mm, I could see how this would be fun.” Grace giggled, and Levy shifted underneath her, his hands slipping to her hips to keep a firm hold.

“Do another one,” Anders ordered, signing at Jesse. I raised an eyebrow, but Jesse nodded, grinning wickedly.

The next image that flashed before us was a frenzy of limbs and naked bodies. Grace was face down on the bed, with her ass up in the air. Levy’s chest was under her hip, his face buried in her pussy as he ate her like his last meal. Jesse was on the other side of her, sinking into her pussy, and I was kneeling behind her, fucking her tight, puckered hole.

No one said a word for a moment, Grace’s eyes wide as she pulled herself back up onto Levy’s lap. I glanced at Anders, who was smirking. “That’s just a foursome,” he signed, and Jesse nodded, a flush growing on his cheeks as we all took a drink.

“Now, that’s very inappropriate to do to a married woman,” Grace breathed, and I chuckled, watching Anders stare at her, his eyes alight with a heat that I’d never seen from him before.

“You think I would be upset to see my beautiful wife getting fucked by three men in my family home?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I signed to Jesse, and he nodded, standing and untying his shorts, sitting back on the bed to watch the decision unfold.

“I think he’s challenging you, Angel. Your husband doesn’t think you would do it,” I murmured, unbuttoning my jeans to relieve some of the pressure on my throbbing cock. Levy’s hands had disappeared underneath Grace’s shirt, and she was panting softly, her hips rocking against the bulge in his pants.

“He can count then,” she murmured, reaching down to tug her shirt up and over her head, grinding harder on Levy’s lap.

“Count what, baby?” Levy asked, helping her to unclasp her bra.

“The number of orgasms you give me,” Grace breathed, and Anders smirked. This was a fucked up marriage, and I was all for it. My shirt was off in a blink as Levy picked Grace up and carried her to the bed, flipping her over to lower her onto her stomach. Jesse helped remove her leggings and her panties as she raised her hips off the bed, her pussy already glistening with arousal. Levy’s pants hit the floor, and he crawled up on the bed, dropping onto his back and shifting Grace until she was partially on top of his chest, his mouth finding her clit immediately.

“Yes, fuck!” she whimpered, and my cock grew thicker as I gripped it, watching Jesse climb into position. A tap on my shoulder had me turning, and Anders handed me a small bottle of lube, his pupils blown with lust.

“We’re going to use your wife,” I told him softly as Grace moaned next to us. “Both of her holes, she’ll be coming so many times she won’t be able to walk until tomorrow.” He hissed out a breath, and a rush of blood to my groin had me swaying, my cock leaking as I stroked it.

“Good,” he ground out, and I smirked at him before moving toward the bed. Jesse was teasing Grace with his cock, and I could see her legs trembling already as he and Levy dragged her first orgasm out of her, the keening noise that escaped her making me groan.

“That’s one,” I told Anders, climbing up behind her just as Jesse sank into her pussy. Levy’s lips were shining with her arousal, his hands on her hips, steadying her as she shook with aftershocks.

“I’m going to get you ready Angel, you just tell me if it gets too much,” I said to her softly, stroking my hands over her creamy ass, spreading her open and watching Jesse pumpin and out of her. “Fuck you look so good clenching around his cock. You take Jesse so well, you’re drenching Levy’s face, Angel.” I popped the cap on the lube and coated my finger, using it to gently tease her hole as she whimpered.

“Don’t tense up, just let me in and it’ll feel so good.” I rubbed her lower back reassuringly as I sank my finger in to the first knuckle.

“Oh god,” Grace moaned, and I did it again, sinking deeper and adding another finger, stretching her slowly. I could feel Jesse’s cock sliding inside of her, and I pressed on the thin wall separating us, stroking against him until he growled, his eyes meeting mine.

Grace cried out as she came again, and I heard Anders call out “Two,” from beside us.

“That’s it, Angel, nice and relaxed now,” I purred, stroking my hand down her spine as I poured a little more lube on myself. I removed my fingers and pressed the pierced tip of my cock into her tight hole, easing past the ring of muscle and moaning low in my throat when she clenched around me, threatening to strangle my cock as I sheathed myself inside of her. I caught Jesse’s eye, and his blown out pupils bored into mine.

“I can feel you,” he signed quickly, and I smirked, pulling out and thrusting back in just to watch his eyes squeeze shut, groaning softly. Grace shuddered underneath me, and I continued slowly, building up a steady rhythm with Jesse as we alternated thrusts.

“Please, oh fuck, I’m almost… fuck!” Grace trembled and clenched around us so tightly my own release threatened, and I had to concentrate to slow myself down.

“I want one more, Angel, then we’re going to fill you up with cum in front of your husband.” I smirked, kneading her ass with my hands as I buried myself in her again and again. Her legs started to shake, and I held her tightly so she wouldn’t smother Levy, although I doubted he would’ve minded too much. Grace was moaning so loudly I was sure half the household could hear us now, and I dug my fingers into her hip as the pressure started to build at the base of my spine.

“Scream for us, Angel,” I growled. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.” I felt Jesse’s cock pulsing as he came, just as Grace screamed, burying her face in the comforter to muffle the sounds. I grunted as I followed them both, filling her up as my thrusts slowed, and her body went limp in my arms.

Levy shifted out from underneath her, grinning like the Cheshire cat, a mess on his stomach from his own release. I helped Grace lower onto the bed as Jesse slid out from between us and tugged her onto his chest, letting her melt into his arms. I crawled off the bed and shot a smirk at Anders, who looked damn pleased with himself, and I sauntered to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Levy took care of Grace, cleaning her off with a washcloth as Anders got her one of our shirts—likely Jesse’s, judging from the size of it.

Grace stayed curled up in Jesse’s arms, boneless and spent with a small smile on her face, her eyes just about closed as he held her. To my surprise, Levy crawled up on the bed, laying on his stomach next to them, close enough that Grace’s legs brushed against his. We still had to talk to him about tracking Douglas, but I decided to wait until a little later.Everyone—hell, even Anders—was happy right now, and I refused to spoil it, not just yet.

Chapter twenty

Grace

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