Page 27 of Pick Me

Britt moved forward, kissing Matty with more force than I’d ever seen, desperate and feral, which surprised me since they were already married. Matty tried to slow it down, caressing her hip at the hem of her shirt.

“Fuck,” I whispered, squeezing my erection. It was hot watching them kissing, but I wanted the main show. Britt backed away from Matty, her lips wet as she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her toned stomach and a purple lace bra holding her pert breasts just out of reach. Her gaze was solely focused on Matty’s reaction to it.

Unsurprisingly, Matty’s chest heaved; he was hot for his wife, so that wasn’t a surprise. Britt was stunning, and as an athlete, she had that lean look which could rival Britney Spears in her heyday. I was enjoying the show, but I couldn’t deny I liked a girl with a more curves. One with a little more to grip onto and own. One whose flesh jiggled as I pumped deep inside her.

Again, I wasn’t complaining about Britt, she was perfect. Perfect for Matty, and perfect for letting me watch, but there was something niggling at the back of my mind, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Britt pushed Matty back onto the bed, straddling him while kissing him wildly. Her blonde hair tickled the back of her jeans as she writhed on top of him, no doubt making him as hard as steel beneath her.

Her moans filled the room, drowning out the ocean noise behind me as I leaned against the window. It was a shame, really. I’d never seen a more beautiful view of the ocean than from their bedroom, but I had no time to admire it because the offer of a threesome—okay, that was a stretch, this was more a voyeur experience—was too hard to pass up.

I slowly moved my hand up my length, wanting to savor this experience since she hadn’t even gotten her jeans off yet.

Matty pulled Britt’s hair, forcing her chin up so he could kiss down the column of her neck. She mewled, her fingers gripping at his shirt as she rocked against him.

What a lucky motherfucker.

His other hand gently traced the back of her spine before reaching her jeans.

Take them off. Take them off.

The anticipation was burning in my stomach. I’d never felt this way about porn, which could be due to the fact it was never live, in the flesh. I could never smell the desire between two people or feel the tension in the room.

As Matty moved down her chest, I could only imagine what he was doing from the noises Britt was making. He’d probably flipped the cups of her bra down so he could nibble at her no doubt pink and perky tits.

The more Matty kissed her skin, the more natural it all felt. They were getting into this, as if I wasn’t here watching them.

Britt cried out before Matty guided her off his body so she was standing in front of him. He pulled her jeans down with ease, leaving her in a matching purple thong. Her ass was magnificent. I’d seen it before in some swimwear she’d worn in Vegas, and it looked almost identical to that day. I’d wondered how Matty had coped, knowing he couldn’t touch her.

Well, he was touching her now. His hands stretched across the wide expanse of her ass, his fingers digging into the muscled cheeks as he growled. See, this was what I thought would make my friend a little less grouchy. More hot sex with the woman he loved.

Britt let out a little yelp as Matty tossed her onto the bed and opened her legs. She cried out when Matty pulled her center closer. I wished I could see what he was doing to get her off, but that obnoxiously big head only made it possible to see his floppy hair grazing Britt’s thighs.

Her hips moved quicker, and I watched her facial expression, imagining with every hitching breath that Matty was circling her clit or pushing his tongue inside her. That was better. This was hot.

Her hips worked faster, making her breasts bounce. I frowned, disappointed Matty didn’t remove the bra when he was playing with them. What was the point in inviting me here if he didn’t want me to see the goodies?

Britt’s breathing increased, and I moved my hands in time to her hips as she chased an orgasm. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck. I might not have been involved in her pleasure, but I sure as hell was feeling it.

“I’m, I’m—”

She didn’t get the words out before Matty moved his head away and had apparently tucked her underwear back in place, blocking my view of her.

“Why’d you stop?” Britt griped. Her chest was heaving, and the redness of her collarbone matched the flush of her cheeks. “I was so close.”

“I know,” Matty said, squeezing her knee. He then looked at me from over his shoulder. “Why don’t we make this more of a show?”

“Yes, please.” It might’ve sounded overeager, but fuck, I’d never been part of something like this before, and I was really interested in his ideas for audience participation.

Matty maneuvered Britt so she was straddling him again, but this time, she was facing me with her legs wide open and her bra and panties still on; it was hot. Matty’s hand sprawled her stomach, reaching inside her underwear to toy with her clit. I wished I could see what was going on, but with his hand and the fabric restricting my view, I once again had to imagine everything.

As his hand worked faster, she dropped her head onto his shoulder, grinding against his hand like she was having sex with him.

Fuck. This was hot. Way hotter than I’d expected.

It was also too much. I was close to coming as I fisted my cock, but hoping I could hold off, as to not ruin the mood. Matty hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet.

Britt was bouncing on Matty’s lap, and he had one hand on her clit and the other tweaking her nipples. Damn. I knew these two were perfect together, but I didn’t realize they’d be able to make such hot porn.

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