Page 3 of Filthy February

“I’m waiting for you to speak first,” he says.

A little laugh bubbles from my mouth. “What a gentleman.” But I know he wouldn’t make any moves unless I gave the okay. That was his rule, but I agreed. “Well… I adore her. She’s like me when we first met. And I think she’ll make you very happy.”

The line of his lips quivers as he weaves through Main Street traffic. “But will that make you happy? That is my only concern.” Lifting our joined fists, he presses tiny kisses to the back of my knuckles. “I won’t lose my wife over this.”

With a happy sigh, I smile dreamily, thinking of our potential new family member. What I’ve wanted for years. A child of our own. And, perhaps, even more than that. “You won’t.”

Carson always made it clear he’s never been a monogamous man. In college, we both dated around while knowing we’d end up together. Despite playing with other couples at the club, neither of us has been interested in anyone else. He’s never shown anyone else interest, and no one has caught my attention, either. Not since we’ve been married.

My eyes scan the side of his face as I ask, “Are you thinking of more than just sex with her?”

Keeping his focus on the road in front of us, his chest expands as he takes a sharp inhale. “I just met her.”

The answer comes too quickly. “Carson… I know you. What’s going on in your head?”

A little muscle in the back of his jaw pops. “Fine. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I have fantasized about having two wives, yes. You already knew this.” His thumb rubs circles across my skin, shooting sparks up my arm. He still makes me tingle.

“And you know I love to hear it come out of your mouth.”

It’s part of my dream, too. Adding another woman to our marriage would make me feel like we were complete. Is it just because I know he would be pleased? Partly. Making him happy makes me just as happy. It also seems so practical to me. Carson can fuck her when I’m out on business trips, which is often. She could be domestic, while I keep my career and still get to have our children. It wouldn’t change the companionship and love from my partner, who satisfies my physical needs whenever I have them.

Sure, if I ever wanted another man, Carson would explore that with me. We have discussed it briefly. However, I’ve only envisioned opening ourselves to another wife. Not another husband.

We have never encountered the right woman. Maybe I’m delusional, but it feels like Valentina could be the one. I studied her profile for so long and investigated everything I could find, and it seems as if she’d be a great fit for us.

Carson’s eyes dart to my face as we pull into our driveway. “These things?—”

“Take time. I know. I know.” When he puts the car in park, I grip his arm and pull it into me so his hand grips my waist. “But you liked her.”

The tip of his tongue licks his bottom lip as his eyelids grow heavy. “Yeah. I did, Jules. Did you?”

“Yes.”

As he brings his palm up to caress my cheek, he leans forward, his spearmint breath tickling my nose and heating my lips. He doesn’t kiss me, though, only holds my face as he whispers, “And you want to watch me fuck her?”

My voice comes out shaky as he mesmerizes me. “Y-yes. So much.”

Leaning forward, his teeth nibble on my earlobe until I shiver. “Watch me knock her up? Stuff my come back into her dripping pussy with your tongue? Then clean my cock off with your mouth?”

When he sucks on my neck, I moan. “Please, yes, Carson.”

Fourteen years together and he knows exactly what to say to make me soaking wet. His hand hovers over my shoulder, then dips lower to my pencil skirt. A frustrated grunt huffs into my ear as he tries to slide his palm up my thigh. “This is too tight.”

With a chuckle, I dig my fingernails under the hem and lift my hips off the seat. He helps by dragging it all the way to my waist, exposing my thong. It’s brief, but a trail of sparks dances down my spine when my husband brushes his lips against mine.

His body shifts his car seat all the way back. A devilish grin makes twenty years disappear from his forty-year-old face. My belly flips when he lifts his hand and waves his fingers, beckoning me onto his lap.

Shirking off my suit coat, I toss it into the backseat and help him do the same. My thighs slip easily over his and we meld our mouths together passionately, all while my fingers work the metal of his zipper down, then unbutton his trousers.

“Fuck! Hurry and slide that wet cunt over me.” His palms grip my bare ass cheeks and spread them while his pinky hooks into the crotch of my thong and pulls it to the side.

“Yes, sir,” I say, doing just as he says. The heated girth of his crown presses at my entrance when I hover over him. Carson’s a very well endowed man, and despite our years together, it never gets easier, the first plunge. So, I squat, then lift off him, and do it a few more times.

“Jules… I’m going to spank you hard if you don’t stuff it all inside you.”

Biting my lower lip, I give him a sly grin. A gasp jolts from my lips when he smacks my butt with an open palm. He chuckles and does the other side until I shimmy myself onto his long pole.

“Yes!” he hisses, and I drop my head back with the fullness of him inside me. “Tell me what you want me to do to her…”

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