Page 9 of Controlling Her

"You want to taste her again, don't you?" Kyle asked and licked the middle finger he had used to fuck me at the table. Garth didn't say anything about him kicking his finger, so I reckoned he didn't know what Kyle was doing or that he had another target: me.

"If you let me have a taste of her, why not? I'm damn hard now, and my sac is full. I would take the chance, Kyle," Garth said.

My heart skipped where I stood in the kitchen. I badly wanted to have sex with my husband alone and not with another of his friends. I remembered his dick and how he grunted while having me the last time he visited. Crazy.

I saw Kyle coming to the kitchen, quickly retreated to the sink, and opened the faucet. The water swooshed on my hands when Kyle reached behind me with his hands on my groin and his hard dick rubbing against my bum. Ordinarily, I would have turned to kiss him and let him have me on the kitchen counter. But I knew he had come for a different purpose, and I waited for him to say it.

“I want you to give Garth his favorite food,” Kyle said.

“Food?” I queried.

"Yes, food. The sweet and irresistible food that you gave him a year ago," Kyle said.

"Your euphemism for sex is crude. Anyway, it is you that I want," I said, turning around to face Kyle and putting my left hand in his trousers while the right hand was on his chest. "Forget about your friend. Have me here and let him watch us. Fuck me dead," I pleaded with my husband.

“Don’t do that, now, Andrea,” Kyle said as I rubbed the bulbous head of his penis.

“It is this that I want,” I said as I tried to go lower to his balls.

Kyle held my hand and said, "Okay, you will have me, but you'll have him, too," he left the kitchen before I could say anything.

I dipped a finger in my shorts and felt the stickiness of wetness. I returned to the kitchen entrance and saw Kyle and Garth facing each other. I stepped out of the kitchen and waited behind them until they saw me like a lamb ready for the slaughter.

Chapter Five

Istood before Kyle and Garth with my eyes glued on their bulges. Having had sex with Garth before, I knew he had an almost equal penis size as my husband, Kyle. But he was still not like Kyle with his performance, even though he was the only man to have made me squirt.

They gazed at me and each other, seemingly unsure of what to do with me. They were unsure who to take me on first and where we would use it. There was the horse and other items and the bedroom. I could see they had not concluded their discussion before I came out of the kitchen.

Without warning, I walked closer to them and peeled the shirt from my body. My breasts, with nipples pink and hard as peas, begged for their fingers, lips, and tongues. I squeezed my nipples, and Kyle nudged Garth to action. Garth quickly approached me, placed his hand at my back, arched my body to his, and then licked my nipples.

I would have preferred Kyle to taste my nipples before his friend. So, I imagined that Garth was Kyle and enjoyed his lick. I clasped my arms on his back and pushed him to suck my breasts longer than he had wanted. It gave me a sense of being in control for the first time, and I liked it.

When Garth wriggled out of my hold, he breathed hard and snapped his fingers on my sensitive nipples.

“Ouch!” I screamed.

Garth stared back at Kyle, who had a voyeuristic satisfaction on his face. He walked back to my husband and asked, "Any rules?"

“No rules. Fuck yourself dead, mate," Kyle said with a grin that sent fear into my body.

“No, I’m fucking her dead this night,” Garth responded.

Kyle laughed and said, “You cannot outlast Andrea.”

“That’s changing tonight. I am ready for her,” Garth boasted.

I was impatient listening to them argue over me when my juice was dripping and I wanted to have the fuck of my life. Kyle argued with Garth because he didn't know that his friend made me come the last time. I made the noise but didn't open my legs to let out a spring. Also, I hid it from Kyle when he asked because it would make him unhappy.

Even today, chances are that I would splash my water on their faces. I wish it would be on Kyle's face, but with Garth taking me on first, I doubted I would last that long. Kyle had finger-fucked me for so long in the morning and during dinner that I only needed a bit of thrust to pee. I had chosen not to think about Kyle’s reaction if that happened while Garth was doing it with me.

"Go ahead and make it happen then,” Kyle said.

Garth returned to me and played with my breasts as he kissed me. He kissed me deeply while his hand roamed my breasts to my vulva. I didn't want him to finger-fuck me so I didn't open my legs as wide as he had wished to. But I was open enough for him to have some of my juice on his finger to lick.

"Taste as sweet as ever," Garth declared with a smack.

"Fuck me as hard as you can, please," I whispered into his ear.

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