Stitches

Moira shudders, pushing against my fingers.

Griff’s eyebrows rise. “Excuse me?”

“Did you eat her pussy, Griff?” I ask casually, as Moira lets out another soft moan. “Did she come for you? I hope you made her come hard. Moira’s a good little wife.” I withdraw my fingers and then shove them into her up to the knuckle. “She deserves to come hard.”

I can see part of him still wants to leave, but now he’s looking at Moira again, at her struggling against her arousal already. She loves my mouth, so when I talk about Griff eating her pussy like that, it has to make her crazy. Judging by the hooded look on Griff’s face as he watches her, by the simple fact that he’s still sitting here, she’s turning him on, too.

He looks up at me. “Is this how we’re doing this? We’re supposed to fuck her together?”

“Tonight,” I say, pulling my fingers from Moira’s pussy and running my hand over her perfect ass. She makes a faint noise of disappointment and I smirk. “What better way to seal the deal?”

Since I’m not going to wait for him to decide, and because there’s probably a better chance he stays if I do, I stop wasting time, stroke my cock a couple of times and guide it to Moira’s pussy. I rub the crown against her. She’s so fucking wet, it eases right inside. I slide home, burying myself balls deep in my eager-to-please little wife.

“Take her mouth,” I tell Griff.

He tears his eyes away from Moira’s face, his gaze lingering briefly on the visual of me pulling out and impaling her again, but then he meets my eyes, his brow furrowed in consternation. “What?”

“Fuck her mouth,” I say slowly, rocking my hips and drawing a low moan out of her.

“This isn’t right,” Griff says, shaking his head. “This isn’t right. This is Moira. We shouldn’t be treating her like some whore.”

I grin at him as I shove myself inside my wife again. “Trust

me, Griff, Moira wants to be treated like your little whore. Don’t believe me? Get on the bed and see how loud she moans when we’re fucking her tight little pussy and her sweet little mouth at the same time.”

“Oh, God,” Moira murmurs, pressing her forehead to the bed.

“Tell Griff you want his cock, Moira.”

“I do,” she tells him, gasping again as I piston my hips and fill her pussy. “Griff, it’s okay. I want to.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He’s made of stern fucking stuff to be able to resist this long, but now he pushes his jeans down and kicks them off, pushing off his boxer briefs. His cock springs free—he’s already hard, which shouldn’t surprise me. If he could watch Moira get fucked, listen to all her little sounds and not get turned on, I would be more concerned.

He gets up on his knees and grasps his cock in one hand, but he looks like he still doesn’t want to put it near Moira. He’s probably got some sort of Madonna complex—thinks of her as untouchable, so he shouldn’t put his dirty hands on her. He’ll have to get over that. I guess Moira’s needs can be met by me alone and she can just manage him, but I’d like for him to learn how to please her. Otherwise he’ll probably start to notice I can do things for her he can’t and we’ll be right back at square one.

“Put your cock in her fucking mouth, Griff.”

He glares at me, not appreciating my direction. Then, like he actually wants to annoy me, he fists a hand in my wife’s hair and holds her still while he eases his cock into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Moira moans around his cock as she takes him, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more.

Yes, this is fucking beautiful. I pump my hips harder and Moira’s body jerks forward, but now Griff is on the other side. She keeps her weight braced on the bed with one hand, but she grabs Griff’s hip with the other to anchor herself to him so she has some control over how deep he goes into her throat while I fuck her.

My little beauty is a natural. Griff’s head falls back as Moira takes every inch of his cock. I reach under her and stroke her clit, wanting to reward her even more for the excellent job she’s doing. This is fucking perfect. My cock in her pussy, Griff filling her mouth, and she’s loving every second of it.

God, I love her little sounds. They’re muffled around Griff now, but that makes them even sexier. I could fuck her a little slower or change positions so this lasts a little longer, but this doesn’t need to be a marathon. As hot as Griff is for her—and if she didn’t already get the poor fucker off—he’s not going to last long with Moira working his dick the way she is. I’m more turned on than I thought I would be by Griff taking Moira’s mouth, and of course, my wife’s pussy is as hot and tight as it always is. Fuck, I love her.

Nah, no marathon, we’re just sealing a deal. I grab her hips and fuck her hard. I circle her clit hard and fast until she comes the first time, still impaled at both ends with me and Griff so she has nowhere to go. I know the sound my wife makes when she’s coming, though. I know the way her pussy squeezes my dick. I let up off her clit and assault the fuck out of her G-spot.

“Fuck, Seb,” Griff says, fisting both hands in her hair and fucking her face. “I’m gonna come.”

“Spill it all down her throat,” I tell him, as Moira’s desperate moans fill the space between us. “You swallow every fucking drop he gives you, you hear me, sweetheart?”

She’s too full of Griff’s cock to nod, but I know she hears me. I thrust into her hard and fast a few more times and she cries out, a broken glorious sound as her pussy convulses around me. I push deep and groan with my own release.

“Oh, fuck,” Griff says, before practically growling as he pours his own cum down my wife’s throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, before easing back.

“Mm.” Moira moans softly and I can imagine her sealing her lips around his cock as he leaves her, making sure she gets every last drop and leaves him clean. She always does for me.

I pull out of her pussy at the same time. Moira collapses in a heap on the bed. I’m fucking spent, so I drag my ass back to my spot and wait for Moira to collect herself.