Page 112 of Choosing Hope

“Keep watching for those boats; they usually come in around this time. I don’t want anyone to see my sexy wife in the throes of passion,” I murmur, hoping to keep her attention focused ahead or on us.

Unable to resist any longer, I widen her gait, sliding my crown against her and making her groan again.

His fingertips touch the base of my spine, and his lips dust over my shoulder; my body naturally arching into him. But I don’t want her to see his shadow on the deck yet, and clench my butt cheeks in silent reprimand.

To keep Sophie distracted, I fill my wife hard and fast, making her squeal at my intrusion. More for effect than necessity, I clamp my hand on her mouth, taking total control of the scene, just as she wanted, yanking her body against mine while thrusting inside her, knowing this makes her body react to me the most.

Hard. Rough. Passionate.

While I’m distracted, and focused on Sophie, losing myself in her tight pussy, he pushes something inside my puckered hole, stretching me and making me groan.

Sophie’s already pulsing on my dick, helping to disguise my reaction to him, but the anticipation of the unveiling of his presence to Sophie is reducing my usual control.

“Do you like the idea of being watched while I fuck you, baby?” I make my voice deep, my mouth close to her ear so that my words will vibrate down her spine. A rush of moisture greets me, as I intended.

I slide my hand to her throat, allowing her to speak but maintaining my dominant stance.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

“You think I’d let strangers see my wife naked?” I pull on her, getting ready to spin her around, and praying he’s in position. “Tell me what happens next in your dream.” I thrust again. “Your full of my cock, out here where anyone could see you. What happens next?”

“Carlo is watching,” she gasps breathlessly.

“Carlo? You want him to see how much you prefer my dick?” I growl teasing him.

She doesn’t respond straight away, but I sense Carlo seething behind me. The idea makes me grin.

“I want to see his desire when he watches you with me.” I pull her hips toward me, altering her angle a little and making her gasp. “To see him touch you.”

“Will you tease me with Carlo?”

“I—I...” She’s not sure what to say, which amuses me even more. They both used to love teasing me by touching each other knowing I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“If he were here right now, what would you want from him?”

“I want my fantasy,” she wails.

“What’s your fantasy, Sophie?” I force myself into her harder, making her brace her arms against the railing as she pushes back on me.

“I want to suck his cock while you’re fucking me, and then...ahh.”

“And then what, Sophie?”

“I want him to fuck you, while I watch. I want to see him lose himself inside you,” she gasps as my cock swells at the thought.

“But he’s never done that. He’s never fucked me there.”

“That’s why I want it. It’s forbidden. Naughty.”

With my mouth against her ear I murmur, “You want to see me fucked by my lover?”

“Yes,” she groans.

I lift her and spin us both around to see Carlo gloriously naked with his cock in hand on the sunbed behind us.

“It’s your lucky day, Bella,” my boyfriend purrs.

Smiling, I notice he’d removed his jewelry. He knows I’m terrified of this. This is my last gift to him; after this, they’ll be no going back for either of us. It’s intended to be my declaration of acceptance. I’ve resisted until now, concerned about what it means. But with the help of my psychologist, I realize it doesn’t matter what label anyone else puts on this. It seems right. Carlo feels right. I trust him. Love him. I belong to him as much as I belong to Sophie, and I want no barriers to remain between us.