Page 113 of Choosing Hope
That hasn’t stopped my fear, though. Previously, he’s only ever inserted a finger or slim vibrator inside me.
“Carlo!” she exclaims, her pussy gripping me firmly.
Carlo arrived yesterday, but he’s remained out of sight. She didn’t know I’d flown him in; it’s my anniversary surprise to her, and I sincerely hope I haven’t overstepped. The three of us haven’t been together since before Lily was born.
Needing to keep control for her fantasy to be consistent, I test her.
“Open your mouth, Sophie, I want to see you sucking my lover’s cock,” I groan into her ear.
She instantly bends at the waist while I hold her hips, stabilizing her, and a rush of relief floods through my blood.
I peer up at Carlo and notice he’s watching me instead of her.
Sophie moans as she sucks his cock into her mouth. She takes him so deep that his eyelids droop a little. It’s so erotic seeing my wife giving my lover such pleasure.
“I’ll fuck his ass so good, Bella. He’s going to fuck you while I fuck him. You’ll never experience a more explosive orgasm with him.” Carlo directs his speech at Sophie but it’s me he’s staring at when he speaks.
“Ah, per l’amor di Dio, your wife is so good at sucking my cock, Compagno,” he groans, and his eyelids slide closed, clearly overwhelmed.
I slam into her, holding tight to her hips, needing to pull her orgasm from her soon because I can’t hang on much longer.
Thankfully, within a few thrusts she explodes, gasping for air and arching her back.
Carlo carefully slides off the lounger so that I can lower Sophie down. I grit my teeth. My release is so close but I push it back down, knowing I need to wait and the restraint will only heighten the experience for all of us.
“The hammock will be easier,” he says.
Gesturing to the canvas swing that’s large enough for two, which overlooks the beach. We’re probably too far out, but if someone had binoculars or even a good zoom on their camera, they’d be able to see us. He must notice my hesitation.
“Trust me, Compagno, it won’t take long; you’re going to be squealing like a pig in no time,” he taunts, while trailing his fingers around my jaw. I’m certain he wants to kiss me, but before we go any further, I need to check in with Sophie.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
When I glance at her and see her lustfully gazing at our crotches, I have my answer.
Upon hearing my voice, she beams up at me, her cheeks still flushed after her orgasm, and nods simply.
“I’ve wanted to watch Carlo do this for years,” she replies, her breathless response making me ache for the time we’ve lost.
Asking Carlo how he feels isn’t necessary. He’s been gagging to fuck me ever since I first penetrated him, fourteen years ago.
After hearing my wife’s response, Carlo impatiently turns my head back to him, kissing me firmly, bossily. Typical of Carlo. My friend doesn’t ask; he takes, yet somehow, he always stays within my boundaries.
His hand dusts down my chest, and I lean into his touch. My enjoyment is heightened knowing that Sophie’s watching us.
Slowly, I curl my hand around him, making him hiss.
“You love Spencer touching you, don’t you, Carlo?” Sophie asks, her voice more confident than before. It’s a rhetorical question; she doesn’t expect a response.
This is the one part of her fantasy I haven’t shared with Carlo because I was uncertain how he’d feel about it until he experienced her commanding the narrative.
She describes the experience as having us be slaves to her pleasure.
I sense her beside us and feel her hair tickling my chest.
Carlo breaks his contact with my mouth to groan, and I glance down to see Sophie with her hand around his back and her tongue flicking over his nipple. He pushes his hips forward, and I suspect she’s inserted her finger in him.
Unable to resist her, I skim my palm over her backside, as Carlo reaches for my dick, trapping Sophie between us.
