Page 8 of Controlling Her

It was a question I would have loved to throw at Garth, so I liked that my husband asked it, too. I gave Kyle an approving nod and waited for Garth to respond. But rather than react to him, Garth cleared his throat, stood, and leaned over to whisper to Kyle for about thirty seconds. I protested against their hushed talks.

"You are trying to avoid the issue, aren't you? It's over a year since you were here, and you come today because of the meal. How can that be?" I asked before I stood to take another bottle of wine from the cellar. Their voices became louder after I stood, even though it was still indistinct from the distance. When I got back, everything changed.

"I apologize for not being here in about a year, Andrea. I should have come more often, but if I did, I wouldn't have the time to get a wife, and you would admit that I need one," Garth said.

Although it was not the answer I expected, I accepted it. I realized the men had discussed and taken me out of the issue. No matter how hard I try, I will not know the truth again.

"That's fine," I said, passing the wine bottle to Kyle, "Help me open this, darling."

Kyle took the bottle and the wine opener, and, in a second, the bottle cork was out in a pop.

“Should I?” he asked if he could serve me.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” I said and patted the back of his hand. Then, I took the glass and drank.

The glass was still between my lips when I felt a hand in my bum shorts. I almost spilled the drink as I saw it was Kyle. I looked up and smiled, not to let Garth know what was happening to me under the table. But it wasn't easy to keep still with Kyle's fingers between my folds and pulling out all the juice from me.

Even though it wasn't the first time Kyle had finger-fucked me, each experience was a different one. More so, nothing prepared me for his finger in my vagina. It felt too good as my folds clasped around his long middle finger. Maybe because I was seated, my hole felt tighter, and I felt every pore on his finger rub my skin.

I adjusted the chair to let Kyle's finger go deeper inside me. Still, he didn't thrust and remained on my clitoris and deeper into my hole. My body shook, and my legs wobbled with emotions. The inside of my vagina, the upper aperture of it, felt warm and sensitive, and I wished I could have his fingers scrub back and forth until I exploded. But the longer he rubbed my horn and vagina walls, and I wanted his dick deep inside me.

“Are you okay?” Garth asked me.

“I am fine. The wine almost choked me,” I said and forced a smile. How could I be okay with Kyle’s finger giving me an intense sexual feeling?

Garth’s question let me realize I had howled. I stared at Kyle to make him understand what he had done to me in his friend's presence, but he seemed unbothered and pretended nothing had happened. The pleasure had built in me and burst out between my lips. I held Kyle by the wrist and lifted his hand from my shorts. Although I enjoyed his finger inside me, I had to wait till his friend had gone for the night before we could continue. I would do anything Kyle wants to make him fuck me.

Kyle was unapologetic about his actions. He licked his finger, and I knew he was relishing the juice. How could he do that with his friend at the table? After that, he poured a drink and gulped it. I was speechless at the table as my emotions raged.

I tried to finish my meal and get up. But as if Kyle read my mind, his hand was back in my shorts again. I crossed my legs to deny him, and, in return, he pinched my thigh. Immediately, I opened my legs, and he dipped his middle finger through the hem of my shorts to reach my vulva. The space was little, but enough to let his finger repeatedly hit my horn and let out enough juice to cover it for him to lick again.

When Kyle removed his finger, I decided I had finished eating and stood. Kyle smacked my buttocks as I left for the kitchen with my plates. I had wanted to return to my seat, but I overheard Kyle and Garth's conversation and decided to stay back to listen.

“You can't have enough of your wife, can't you? I saw what you were doing with her. Crazy,” Garth said.

“You did? How?” Kyle asked.

“It is one of the easiest things to decode. What else would make her moan like she did if not that your finger was working on her pussy?” Garth said.

“Aha! I see that you were eyeing my wife. You lust over her.”

"She is your wife, and we both know how beautiful she is in and out,” Garth said.

Kyle agreed, "I know that she is beautiful and sexy. Isn't she my wife? I can do anything with her and at any time, and I bet she loves it that way," Kyle boasts.

"Hmmm! It would be best to let me leave before you did that to her. It's unfair to me," Garth said and adjusted his pants. I saw him as I peeped out of the kitchen.

“Unfair to you? How?”

"But you should know what I mean. There is only one reason I have not been in your home in one year, Kyle, and you know it too."

"What reason? Aha! You can't take your eyes off her," Kyle burst into a peal of laughter and covered his mouth to keep his voice down.

Garth confessed, "It is difficult to forget about that day. It is more than the food. It is the food.”

“Oh! I see what you mean now. You can't forget about Andrea’s pussy, can't you? Have you been telling people about it? Isn't that the food you love and tell everyone about?”

"How could I have done that? I didn't. I keep that as a secret. I have to tell her that I didn't even mean the food on my plate before then. You know how sweet she is more than I do. Has she changed?" Garth asked enthusiastically.

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