Stitches

“We can all watch a movie after we’re done fucking you,” Sebastian informs me.

His words send shivers of desire through me. A faint strain of arousal already throbs between my legs, visions of both of them having me flashing through my mind. It’s a normal part of my reality these days, but it’s no less intoxicating. My strong, gorgeous husband, Griff with his brute strength and rough hands—so big and blunt, yet he handles my body with such tender care.

I deposit my necklace on the dresser and reach back to unzip my skirt. “Am I the only one getting naked?” I ask, lifting a dark eyebrow since both of them are just lying there watching me.

The corners of Griff’s mouth curve up. “We’re enjoying the show first.”

“Griff has had a rough day,” Sebastian tells me. “I need you to make him feel better.”

I drag my tiny black top off and drop it onto the floor as I approach the bed. “Well, what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t drop everything and meet your needs?”

“A normal one?” Griff suggests.

I ignore him and climb up on the bed, straddling my husband’s legs and running my hands along the muscular thighs I love so much. God, I love Sebastian’s body.

Much more appropriately, my handsome husband grips my chin and tips my face up to look into his. Intense blue eyes meet mine, his handsome face wickedly stern. “The kind of wife that needs to be punished.”

I lean down and flatten my body against his, tugging his dress shirt out of his slacks and unbuttoning it, holding his gaze all the while. “Well, as delicious as that sounds, here I am. What do good wives get?”

Now he smiles. “Whatever they want.”

I pounce on him, climbing up his body and leaning in to kiss his sexy mouth. “I want you naked,” I inform him.

“I can make that happen,” he murmurs against my lips. His fingers skim the sides of my arms, then dip in to grab my hips. He flips me on my back and I let out a little squeal. Now he’s on top of me, smirking. “You were getting a little too bossy there, sweetheart.”

I sigh softly as he lifts my arms above my head, then skims his fingers down the undersides of my arms, causing gooseflesh to rise up everywhere. Now that he’s planted me on my spot on the bed, Griff is right next to me. I reach my right hand out to give his arm a light caress.

“You okay, Griff?”

He nods, his gaze drifting from my face to my breasts, still covered by the strapless bra I wore today. The strapless ones never stay up very well, so I’m set to pop right out of it any second.

“He’ll feel much better once he takes his aggressions out on you,” Sebastian states.

My pussy throbs. I look up at Griff imploringly, letting my hand drift between his legs to rub the hard cock he hasn’t released yet. I’m hungry for it, for him, and I’d like to coax him out of his comfort zone. If he has some aggressions to vent, I’m more than happy to help him out with that.

“Is that true, Griff?” I ask, holding his gaze. “Are you gonna take your aggressions out on me?”

I want him to say yes, to overcome this idea he has that I’m too precious to fuck roughly, but I can’t tell if I’ll get my way. Maybe not tonight, but it’s going to happen, dammit. One of these nights, I’ll poke the bear until he can’t hold back and he fucks me with all he’s got.

I feel arousal pool between my legs at the mere thought of it and I shift, squeezing my thighs together.

“You can have her mouth tonight,” Sebastian informs Griff.

I’m so happy to hear that. I want my husband inside me so badly. I know he won’t hesitate to give me what I need, and I get to play with Griff, too. “I have the best life,” I inform them.

Sebastian grins down at me as he unbuttons his black slacks. “And we have the best wife.”

Griff drags himself out of observation mode and comes to life, bending to kiss his way across my breasts. I close my eyes as he pops a nipple into his mouth and begins to suck on it, sending bursts of pleasure all through my body. Then my husband gives my pussy some attention, sinking a finger inside me. Griff cradles my upper body in his arm and unhooks my bra, dragging it off and tossing it on the floor so he can lavish attention on my breasts without the obstruction. It’s so sexy when they both play with me at the same time.

Griff’s voice is low and rough with need. “Tell me how much you want me, Moira.”

My heart sinks and I wind my arms around him, holding him close. “I don’t just want you, Griff,” I tell him, leaning in to kiss his neck. “I need you. I need to taste you. I need to feel you. I need to be taken by you.”

I can feel my words soothing him. It’s so much different from my relationship with Sebastian. I tell him I need him all the time, but I never feel like he needs it. Sebastian has more power in our relationship than I have, but with Griff, the power is mine. I can make his day in a minute, just by needing him with the same ferocity he needs me.

Sebastian strokes my pussy, thumbing circles around my clit. He doesn’t say anything, but the pleasure he stokes feels like a direct reward. I’ve pleased him by pleasing Griff, and that makes me want to please him more. I keep Griff close with one arm around him, but I let the other slide down to his firm ass. I give it a squeeze, then slide my hand around the front of him and go to work freeing his cock.

“Find something you like?” he murmurs against my breast.