Page 33 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

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sutton

The First Time

Avery’s nails drag down my cheeks and throat. “Remember, you watch me. Focus on me.”

I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this.

And though zero part of me has ever fantasized about anything like this—or anything far less kinky than this—I’m pleased to discover, as I lower into the black leather chair in the corner of the room, I’m not dreading it.

I wouldn’t have agreed to or gone into detail about this arrangement had I anticipated feeling dread. Still, I worried that the moment things got started, I’d feel sick, full of regret and displeasure, that I’d be the bad guy calling it all off and therefore, the reason my marriage didn’t work.

When my father was in the hall, I had a moment where I considered our misalignment, and that it may be too great to solve or remedy.

Perhaps my inability to be sexually explorative and kinky is my downfall of my relationship with Avery, meant to guide me into a different life, into the arms of someone like me–someone who relies heavily on the basics—missionary lovemaking, slow tongue kisses, held hands and lower back touches.

But for less than a second I tried to envision Avery with someone else, and I wanted to tear the entire world apart with my bare hands just to feel anything but the stabbing pain of loss. And that was a split second of envisioning it, not actually having to come to terms and live without her.

I couldn’t.

So now I am here, watching, with plans to have her after. When she has asked for and received what she needs from him, then she’ll be mine, to have once more before she presses her body against mine and finds rest with me.

I suppose in a perfect world, I would be enough for her. But we don’t live in a perfect world, we live in San Francisco. And if anyone has to help my wife scratch her sexual itches, Geo Mercer makes the most sense.

I trust him now more than I ever have, and with our relationship steadily getting better, I know he won’t do anything to hurt or betray either of us. In fact, he never has.

He’s single, and hasn’t been dating anyone in a while. He’s expressed his fatigue with dating, therefore a hiatus, according to him, is just fine.

He agreed to move in with us, so that Avery didn’t feel like a slut.

I told her even if he didn’t move in, and came over just when she called, she wouldn’t be a slut, and that no one would even know. Still, it didn’t sit right with her and that was the first and only thing of all of this I expected to hit a wall on.

But he agreed.

If you can’t trust and depend on your family, who else is there?

Avery smooths her fingers through her hair, the curls nothing more than sea-stung waves at this point, but they look gorgeous.

She looks gorgeous, in a strappy white teddy and white lace garter, those lace-top thigh-highs accentuating the gap between her thighs.

Out of her heels, she presses to her toes, lengthening her spine as she loops her hands around my father’s neck for the very first time.

My hands clench around the armrest of the chair, and my heart jumps behind my ribs. Sweat beads along my forehead as she smooths her fingers around his collar, the same easy way she does to me when she’s helping me tie my tie.

He groans when her fingers come to his chest, skating over his pecs before working in a vertical line, unbuttoning him. The quiet whoosh of her opening his shirt makes me shift slightly in my seat, still gripping the handrest like I’m about to be launched into space.

“You gifted the plug tonight,” my dad says to her, and I tip my head to the side, looking at him as he runs his fingers up her bare arm.

I may have grown comfortable with calling him Dad in recent weeks, but watching him touch Avery, knowing he’s about to have my wife in ways I myself have never ever had her, I feel more inclined to call him father in this setting.

“Does that mean that you were hoping for anal play?” He asks, walking his fingers over the strap of her teddy, gently tugging it down.

My breath catches. One more strap and he’s a tug away from seeing Avery’s breasts.

I clear my throat, and their eyes veer to me. “You okay, Sutt?” Avery asks, stepping away from my father to fall to her knees at my feet. She runs consoling and comforting fingers up my thighs, and I lean forward to kiss her lips. With her face in my hands, I nod. “I’m okay. Continue.”

She returns to my father, who puts both of his hands on her now, gently shoving down the remaining straps. Her long blonde hair curtains her bare back, and I know I should only watch her, but I can’t help but look at his face as he takes her in.

He brings an aged hand to her chest, his eyes rolling closed as he cups her breast, the most perfect handful of tit I’ve had the pleasure of holding. “Avery,” he groans, and my eyes lock onto her hand, which drops between them, to his crotch.

Tracking her movement, I watch with a held breath and a tight, hot groan as she cups my father’s cock, using her thumb to trace the edges of his head.

He brings his palm to the side of her throat, cupping it there, thumb stroking her pulsepoint as she strokes and touches him through his dress pants.

“Yes,” she finally says, her singular word fighting through my father’s now steady rain of moans. “I am hoping for anal play. Will you play with me, you know,” she says, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “back there?”

My father’s hand slides over Avery’s naked ass, and he squeezes, a lecherous groan erupting from his chest. “I will.” He looks around a little, then back to her, and I sit in my chair, watching the way they fall into intimate touch and quiet conversation so easily, as if they were meant to touch each other and know one another this way.

“Do you have any lube?” my father asks, urging Avery to slip from his hold and return to her bag, where she rummages around for a minute or two before producing a huge bottle of lube.

My father chuckles as she brings it to him, the entire thing probably the height of her forearm. “That’s a lot of lube.”

Her voice is raspy and sexy when she replies, “I have a lot of fantasies.”

Another groan, though to be fair I don’t know if it was me or him, or maybe both of us.

He reaches behind him and tugs off his white shirt, exposing his bare chest, consisting of abs, tanned skin and silvering trimmed hair.

Avery runs her fingers over his chest, and leans forward, kissing him along his collarbone before my father captures her face in his hand, and brings her mouth to his.

Their first real kiss is shocking.

My mouth parts, and I can’t look away. With one hand on her jaw, the other on her ass, she fills his mouth with whimpers and mewls as their tongues collide and crash, Avery’s fingers getting lost in the back of his hair.

The kiss is erotic, and definitely the type of kiss that comes before a feral, rough session of some kind.

When he pulls back and starts pumping lube into his hand, I let my knees spread further apart, sinking back a bit more in the chair. Avery gets the toy from the box, and looks over at me.

She looks different right now. Like an Avery I’ve never met. Lighter and happier, more carefree and sated. I don’t know. But I return her smile with a small one of my own.

My father rolls the toy in his palm, coating it in lube as he speaks in a low, smoky tone to Avery, commanding her to take her place on the floor, on her hands and knees.

Facing me, she turns and looks over her shoulder at my father, who is positioned behind her, on his knees. “You’re not gonna get naked?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. In a minute I will, but you’ll help me. You want to help, don’t you?” He strokes thick fingers through the hair framing her face, and my chest squeezes at the tender moment.

Avery nods. “I do.”

He pats her cheek. “Good girl, now turn around and face your husband.”

She turns, and our eyes collide. Mine suddenly sting, the moment brimming with emotion and excitement, and maybe a little fear, too. But I cling to the arm rests and tip my chin to my chest, smiling down at my gorgeous wife, left in nothing but a garter and thigh highs, on all fours in front of me.

“Hi, beautiful.”

She smiles. “Hi, Sutt.”

“It’s going to be cold, then it’s going to burn. Once it’s all the way inside, just give your body a minute to adjust. It’s gonna go from feeling like a foreign object to slowly, feeling good.”

Avery bobs her head. I can’t see what he can see, we didn’t plan for this to happen and set up a mirror or anything like that.

Truthfully, I don’t want to see. I’ve never been a man who has wanted to explore anal sex, giving or receiving.

It’s simply not for me. But watching my wife get something she’s always wanted, being able to experience her every reactionary wince, whimper or sigh–it’s almost better and more intimate watching her take the plug from him than it would be if I put it in myself.

“How are you doing?” I ask her as my father begins moving behind her. She gasps at the same time he moans, and I realize he’s using his fingers to get her ready for the toy, smearing cold lubricant everywhere.

“Good,” she says, panting a little, her knees sliding apart, palms splayed over the floor. “It’s c-cold but good.”

“You’ve got a beautiful ass, Avery,” my father says, and I keep my eyes locked on her face when he says it.

Her cheeks flush, and she tugs her bottom lip under her top teeth, shy and slightly impish despite the fact she’s getting rubbed while nude and on all fours.

Even in this exposed position, she still has a way of exuding class.

He gives her cheek a swat and the little moan that spills from her lips gives me a halfie. “You ready?” my father asks.