Page 40 of By Invitation Only
CHAPTER NINE
After a long day at the office, I walked into the house I shared with Carrie and stopped in the threshold. Carrie was on her back on the sofa, naked and with another woman between her legs, that woman’s arse in the air. I’d walked in on this scenario before. Being married to a lesbian had its benefits, and this was one of them. Live, in the flesh, porn.
I closed the door quietly, and watched. Carrie moaned as she reached up and grabbed her own tits. My dick hardened and all thoughts of a long day flew out the window. I moved to the armchair across from the sofa and started to enjoy the show. Carrie’s eyes met mine, and she smiled.
“Wife,” I greeted tersely with a whisper. I was still mad at her, but this show was wearing me down.
She smirked and reached down to the woman’s head and ran her fingers through her hair. It was then that I noticed the woman was a brunette, and my mind went to Peyton. I didn’t like to share the woman I was interested in but imagining that it was Peyton in front of me only made me harder.
I slouched down in the chair, spread my legs and began to unbutton my trousers. The brunette reached up and grabbed Carrie’s tit, and it caused her to moan again and throw her head back. My hand pulled my dick out, and I licked my lips as I started to stroke myself.
Images of Peyton’s mouth wrapped around my cock entered my mind, and I groaned. My motion increased, and my grip tightened thinking about Peyton and her tight body. Peyton and her long legs. Peyton and her long brown hair I’d fisted in my grip as I fucked her. Peyton bound with cuffs as I thrust into her. I continued to work my shaft as I watched Carrie come and then the brunette crawled up her body until her pussy was on Carrie’s face. I could smell the arousal in the air, and that made me even harder.
I jerked and jerked, watching the two women enjoying each other. The brunette’s back was to me, and I couldn’t see her face, so I kept pretending it was Peyton. Peyton and the look in her mocha eyes as she came around my dick. Peyton and how she screamed my name with me buried deep inside of her. My grip tightened as I pleasured myself. I was close.
Carrie used her hands, opening the brunette more, and the brunette threw her head back, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. My pace quickened, and just as the brunette moaned her release, I came. Ropes of cum squirted my belly as I continued to milk my dick and watch the two girls in front of me.
The brunette rose off Carrie and turned to meet my gaze as I cleaned my stomach with the tissue that was next to me. She looked nothing like Peyton, but it was still fun to imagine it was her.
“Oh…” she said when she noticed I was sitting across from them.
“Don’t mind me,” I joked as I tucked my cock back into my trousers.
“I didn’t realize your roommate was home,” the brunette said to Carrie.
Carrie tugged her down to sit next to her on the sofa. My eyes immediately went between their legs. “You don’t mind an audience, do you?” Carrie asked and kissed the brunette.
When they broke apart, the brunette turned back to me. “No, but I’d like it better if he joined us.”
I smiled. “You see Carrie doesn’t like dick, and I don’t like to share. I’m happy with just watching.” The brunette nodded.
“Are you still mad at me?” Carrie asked me.
I tilted my head a little to the side as I thought about her question. “This was planned, wasn’t it,love. For me to walk in on you and her?”
Carrie smirked. “Maybe.”
I stood. “Well played, but if Peyton doesn’t come to Sensation again, you’ll need to do a lot more than put on a show for me.”
Today I was going to do something I’d never done before.
I was going to try to settle a case outside of court. It had been two weeks since I filed Trent’s response papers, and usually, I would slow play things, making sure we filed every document and asked for every financial statement from the time of marriage to separation. The more hours I put into a case, the more we were paid. I wasn’t cheating my clients, per se, I was only being thorough.
Right.
Thorough.
Trent and Ava didn’t have anything to really to fight over. They had a few houses they bought while married, but they had different bank accounts and a prenup that stated they’d waive their rights to the division of separate property, whether currently held before marriage or after. Meaning whatever they purchased with their own money belonged to that person. Usually an appraisal would need to be done on each house and then they’d divide the properties, or one would buy the other out. They both stated in their financial disclosures that they purchased three homes together, so it was just a matter of who kept what, and apparently, Trent wanted to keep them all.
I wanted any excuse to see Peyton, even if it meant I’d have to work overtime on more cases, so I was going to convince Trent to agree to a settlement so that I could show up at her office again. Normally I would email it to her, but not now. Not since every bloody hour I was thinking of her. Would things be different if I had driven her home after Sensation that night? If she didn’t know I was married? Would we be having secret rendezvous because the night we shared was something we both had never experienced before? I’d never know thanks to mywife.
Monica buzzed my office phone. “Booker, Trent Inglewood is here.”
“Send him in,” I replied.
I grabbed Trent’s file from the corner of my desk and flipped it open in front of me. As he walked in, I stood and greeted him with a handshake.
“Trent, how’s your day going?”
