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Everything I’ve gotten from these two so far is Vinny leads and Jo submits. So when she stands up and tears off the dress, revealing every inch of her gorgeous body beneath, she spins and faces her husband instead. It gives me time to appreciate her ass, and I can’t exactly complain about the change.
“You didn’t give me warning last time,” Jo tells him, and I can only imagine this is about the stunt Vinny pulled at his parents home. “I told you, you’d grovel for forgiveness.”
He doesn’t look that concerned from what I can see of his face, and I hesitate as I sit forward and debate if I can touch Jo without her watching me. This is still unknown territory. “Are you going to tie me up and use me, Trauma?”
She chuckles, holding her wrists out to him. “I don’t need my hands for your submission when you’ve wronged me, Husband. Put them on me if you’d like. Then kneel before me and let me cum in your mouth.”
My hand finds its way around my cock as she speaks, and Vinny wastes no time wrapping and tightening the makeshift handcuffs around Jo’s wrists. There’s a good amount of extra belt once it’s tight, and he glances past her to me. “Hold tight, Sterling.”
I reach out without thinking about it, grasping the leather and tugging it towards me. It moves Jo, who hums to herself when it shifts her naked body towards me.
Before I can think about it, Vinny is off the seat. Of the three of us he’s still wearing the most clothing, but he slides between his wife’s parted legs like he’s familiar kneeling before her. The position puts him almost exactly in line with her pussy, and I twist around behind her to get a better look.
I’ve never cared about watching before, but I could watch the two of them together for hours without being bored. They have a unique chemistry, a silent language that they use to communicate when they can’t speak aloud.
Jo moans, the sound filling the room, and I can see Vinny’s body moving but not much else. Jo twists her head around and looks at me. “Now, Sterling, would be the best time to kiss me. You won’t get my mouth again.”
I forget all about the belt I was holding, standing up as my pants pool at my boots. Jo stays turned, and when I slant my lips over hers she leans into the kiss. This isn’t the same as last time, when she surprised me. This time I control the kiss, and she whimpers against my lips as I use one hand to hold her jaw, deepening the kiss when she gives my tongue access to her mouth.
She moans against me, and I can feel her hips rocking as Vinny eats her out. Her weight settles back against me the longer this goes on, and every rock of her hips bounces off my cock and rubs the piercings against her ass.
Jo pulls back first, gasping as she looks towards the ceiling. “I knew things would be better with two.”
Vinny makes a noise I can’t identify, and then Jo’s shrieking and rocking faster against him. Whatever he did got her off, and I keep my hand at her jaw so she can’t lean away and stumble as she rides out the high.
My lips attack the side of her neck, licking and kissing a path. I can’t get enough of her.
There’s shifting, presumably from Vinny, but I’m too distracted with Jo to open my eyes. Then she whimpers again, and he’s pressing close to us. His hand slides over mine, taking its place at her jaw, and then they’re kissing.
It doesn’t feel like I’m being pushed out. Jo is still sandwiched between us, rocking against both of our bodies, and it just gives me time to nip at her skin and enjoy her moans.
“Turn,” Vinny commands, and I lift my gaze from her skin. He’s looking at Jo, not at me, and she steps closer to him to wiggle between us, slowly turning around in the small space. “Condoms are in the top drawer to the side table. Grab two.”
I waste no time turning to grab two foils. The drawer is close enough I don’t even have to move my feet, and I’m only half looking at what I’m doing as Vinny shifts her around.
I don’t know when or how, but he’s kicked away his pants. I’m grabbing the condoms as he tugs off his shirt and cups Jo’s jaw, staring into her eyes.
“For you, my darling, I will give anything to see your pleasure bloom across your face.”
Vinny is touching her, I can see as much when I turn back. She’s facing me now and I can watch the beautiful expressions she makes as his fingers slip inside her, and she’s partway bent over as he fingers her, his other hand holding the edges of the belt. She looks up at me, her blue eyes begging for more as she moans.
If my cock wasn’t leaking precum before it sure as fuck is now.
“Put one on him,” Vinny tells her, and Jo takes one of the condoms from me without question. Her movements are a little awkward with the cuffs, but she manages to undo it and place it at my tip, making me hiss as she works it slowly down my cock, careful to not tear it along the piercings as she covers me.
“Good girl,” he continues, and his eyes lift to mine again. I swallow, her hands moving down to cup my sack, and I don’t know what he’s going to tell me next.
Instead of speaking, he lets Jo push me back on the chair again. She’s rocking back against his hand, but when she grips my legs he appears to move his fingers away. Then she’s on top of me, cupping my face instead.
“Fuck me,” she commands, and I couldn’t tell her no even if I wanted to. She’s so wet when I thrust up inside of her that there’s almost no resistance, and Jo throws her head back with a cry as I sink into her. One arm comes to brace her back, and with the other I dig my nails into the arm of the chair.
She feels too fucking good.
When I eye Vinny again I can see all of his tattoos prominently on display now that he’s wearing nothing. His skinis more artwork than a blank canvas, and he raises a brow as I start to fuck into his wife. It sure doesn’t look like it bothers him, and Jo matches my thrusts as she moans.
He doesn’t say anything, just holds something up. I don’t know if he grabbed it somewhere along the way or had it on him all along, but it doesn’t take long to figure out it’s a bottle of lube.
Jo moans when he squeezes some out over her ass, and I can feel the cool liquid soaking my balls. I grunt, forcing my head back against the seat. Her movements are faster than mine now, and I can feel my cock aching with need inside of her. “Fuck.”