Page 133 of Forgotten Promise

“You’re going to sit there without touching yourself. You’re going to watch me spank our naughty wife, going to watch her come apart on my fingers, all without moving. Consider your punishment a time-out.”

Kailani giggled, her response tweaking Benjamin, who really wasn’t happy about his punishment.

“John,” he started.

“You agreed,” he reminded him.

“Yes, but I thought…”

“You thought all was forgiven. And it is. Mostly. This is the last step.”

Before Benjamin could continue the argument, John raised his hand and brought it back down on Kailani’s ass. This time he didn’t stop. Instead, he spanked her until her tanned skin was red. Kailani squirmed on his lap, though he’d recognized the moment her struggles became less about escape and more about arousal.

He paused several times between smacks, driving two fingers roughly inside her. He’d thrust until he could tell she was on the brink of coming, then he’d withdraw, beginning the spanking again.

John looked over at Benjamin, could see from the tenting of his shorts how much he was enjoying the show.

He lifted his chin. “That looks painful,” he said, in regards to Benjamin’s raging hard-on.

Benjamin’s jaw clenched. “It is.”

“You want to push down your shorts, don’t you? Want to grip your cock tight in your fist, stroke it as roughly as I’m finger-fucking our wife.”

Benjamin started to unfasten his shorts.

“Put your hands on the arms of your chair. Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself or the next person to find themselves bent over will be you. And I won’t use my hand, I’ll use my belt.”

“Fuck,” Benjamin breathed, “me.”

Kailani twisted, looking over her shoulder and up at John. “Looks like you uncovered a kink.”

John fought the urge to chuckle. “Face down,” he said sternly. “We’re not finished here.”

He backed that up with a few more slaps, but they weren’t as hard as the previous ones, used more to heat up the already red flesh rather than increase the stinging.

“Promise me,” John said, as he slipped two fingers back inside her, while looking at Benjamin.

“Promise you what?” Benjamin asked, his voice gruff, pained.

“You never walk away again. Either of you. We have a problem, you stick around to talk it out…to work it out.”

Kailani groaned when he curved his fingers inside her, finding her G-spot.

“Say it, Kailani. Say you promise and I’ll let you come.”

“I promise, John! I’ll never stop fighting for us. Never.”

John added a third finger to the other two and gave her exactly what she needed. She came, loudly, within seconds, her body bending forward over his lap, as her orgasm rocketed through her.

Through it all, Benjamin white-knuckled the arms of the chair, his gaze locked on John’s fingers buried deep in Kailani’s pussy.

John slowed his strokes until Kailani lay limp, replete. Then he looked at Benjamin. “I’m still waiting.”

Benjamin cleared his throat. “I swear to you, John. I’ll never walk away again. You’re mine,” he said, John amused by the way his husband felt the need to possess everything. Then his heart skipped a beat or three when Benjamin added, “And I’m yours. Always.”

Kailani pushed herself up, and John helped her, allowing her to settle on his lap. He grinned when she narrowed her eyes at him, her ass obviously sore.

“I think Benjamin has suffered enough,” John whispered in her ear.

---