Page 39 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

The next day, the three of us decide to do local shopping, strolling the main street where all the local artisans have shops.

Avery selects a bolt of Tifaifai fabric, a traditional French polynesian fabric she hopes to use to reupholster a few pieces in the warehouse, and have enough scrap for a focal wall piece.

We have it shipped to the warehouse, and while working that out, she falls in love with a string of pearls, freshwater.

She wears them the rest of the day after Sutton purchases them, and I put them on her as he pays and she holds her hair up.

After eating fish in a restaurant right on the coast, we start walking back, stopping at a small adult store with a cyan neon sign tucked between two glassworks shops.

Sutton stays outside, snapping photos of the horizon, and Avery and I go in like two kids in a fucking candy store.

She asks questions about items she’s never seen or heard of—I’m utterly shocked to learn she’s never heard of male chastity, though we skip the cage.

Together, we select several items. The cashier takes my money, and I watch Avery’s expression as the clerk bags the items. Her excitement reminds me of Sutton when he was young, when I took him to pick a new baseball card, how excited he’d be to get back into the car and just hold it on the way home.

“Are you happy with what you selected?” I ask we walk out and collide with Sutton, who is talking to some locals, speaking fluently in French.

She smiles. “Excited to get back now that we have toys to play with.” My chest tightens at the playful way she waggles her brows.

When we get back to the bungalow, Sutton pours us champagne, and we take turns using the shower, each of us slipping into our terry robes.

Avery makes a joke that she will now have a Pavlovian response to white hotel robes because it will make her think of all the sex we had this week, and Sutton and I agree.

He holds her hand that night and watches as she lies on her back, legs spread, me between them.

I use two of the dildos she picked today, and work them inside of her, one at a time, slowly.

She clings to Sutton’s hand, bringing it to her cheek for comfort as I nudge the second one in, next to the first. “Avery wanted to be stretched, to know what it felt like to have two men inside of her, without the risk of having a baby with a stranger. Isn’t that right, Avery? ” I smile as I ask.

She nods, dropping her chin to her chest. “Yes, G.”

Sutton kisses her hand, and I watch him for a few minutes as I move the toys, in tandem, in and out of her.

Her legs thrash as she nears orgasm, and he watches only her.

Where the toys enter her, her expressions, her toes curling into the covers, her hair strewn over the pillow.

He watches her in her most primal state, taking pleasure she needs, as I admire her for being brave enough to ask for and chase it.

Their love is solid, and each time I join them, I see that. I’m proud of them both for it.

When she’s whining and moaning, and stretched as far as she can tonight, I slowly withdraw each toy, one at a time. She sits up on the mattress, peering down at me with an adorable pout. “I want to come again, G.”

Opening the small wooden box I brought to bed with me, I hold up my palm and show her the Baoding balls we selected in town earlier today. Her eyes widen and she simply says, “yes.”

Sutton and I have done well not looking at each other during moments where it would be uncomfortable, and I’ve surprisingly found myself at ease when they have their time together, because I get so much of her, I’m not jealous the way I thought I would be.

She gasps when the first ball breaches the narrowest part of her pussy, and Sutton tells her she’s doing good, and that she’s taking it all so well. The other ball goes in easier, clinking against its mate inside her, the noise muffled by her body.

“The weight and sensation of these inside you when I take your ass will make you scream.”

I fuck her doggy on all fours, and Sutton kneels at the edge of the bed, kissing and licking at her mouth.

She attempts to cry out, but he captures it, swallowing up her moans.

I cum deep, and she sits on her tailbone, leaning forward to watch it ooze out.

She plays with it, dipping her fingers inside before stroking my softening cock a few times.

Sutton takes her to the restroom and helps her wash up, and I clean the toys when they’re done. And the three of us flop down across the bed, and finish the champagne, discussing how fun it would be to own some of these bungalows and sell them.

We sleep well.

Avery saunters off to the spa on-site, leaving Sutton and I to ourselves.

We end up playing nine holes of golf, then enjoy Poisson Cru, the island’s classic dish.

We share beers that don’t quite taste like beer, and walk along the small road in town, discussing plans for future Mercer ventures.

He calls the head of security for Mercer, and verifies that the wedding gifts were safely moved to his house, and we meet Avery at the beach a few hours before sunset.

Sutton pulls a chair into the water and sits, letting the ocean rise mid-calf.

Avery positions herself between his legs, the water up to her belly.

They share a few private words, a few I love yous, and then she calls me over.

I sit in the water next to her, with her, and glance up at Sutton when she reaches for my hand, placing it over her bikini bottoms. Sutton’s eyes fall to the crystal clear water, spotting my hand, and what she’s doing, and in response, he tips his face toward the setting sun, draping his large hands over her shoulders.

He kneads her muscles and plays with her hair, then brings his lips to her ear, kissing right beneath before settling back in his chair.

I tug her bikini bottoms to the side, and enjoy the tide and the balmy air as I slip two fingers into the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.

Avery whimpers quietly, because there are other vacationers nearby.

Plunging in and out, with my thumb on her clit, I bring her to orgasm within two minutes, and she tips her head back to find Sutton leaning forward.

They share a kiss as I stroke the last bit of orgasm out of her little writhing body, and when the sun has set, we move back to our room.

We fall asleep on the bed, sticky and hot from the beach and sun, but more comfortable than ever.

A couple of hours later, I wake to the sound of Sutton and Avery making love, her little gasps and titillated sighs making me hard.

He drops his mouth to her ear, but because her hip is merely an inch from mine, I hear the words he feathers over his wife.

“I want to put a baby in you, Avery, you want that, too, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sutt, I want your baby. Please, come deep inside me. I need your cum,” she whines back to him, their soft breeding banter arousing me beyond reason. After Avery orgasms and Sutton fills her to the brim, he slips out of bed to get a towel, and that’s when she turns on her side, facing me.

She reaches between us, finding me thick and hard. She pumps me, though we say nothing, and when Sutton returns, he sits on the edge of the bed behind her, and pulls her hair back. “What else do you need?”

She slips out of bed and places her palms on her thighs after falling to a crouch, resting on her feet and knees. “Paint my face, Geo.”

Sutton comes to stand at my side, his eyes on her face as he holds her hair up off her face and neck, allowing me a clean canvas. She sucks me and he tells her she’s doing good, and then when I tell her I’m close, he moves behind her, holding her face steady, warning her.

“It’s coming, baby, are you ready?”

I stroke myself just a few times before ribbons of cum splatter over her face, dropping down onto her thighs and the floor.

When I’m done, I clean her up while Sutton combs her hair and braids it. “How was it?” Sutton asks, looping an elastic around the end of her braid. “Absolutely perfect.”

After, we share ice cold water and dip our feet into the ocean one more time just to watch the moon, then head to bed, and sleep well.

Rest and relaxation. That’s what today is for. I’m glad Sutton didn’t plan too much for this trip, because everything we’ve done so far has felt absolutely perfect.

We order room service for every meal. Avery soaks in the tub. Sutton swims in the ocean. I take a nap. We all take a nap. And after everyone is showered and clean, Avery asks Sutton to consider something special tonight.

I watch his face as she asks him to make love to her while she lets me have her mouth. She asks for him to come inside of her, but she expresses her desire to have us both at once. “Greedy” is how she categorizes herself, but “hungry” is the word I use in my mind.

He agrees, and she lies on her back, moaning my son’s name as I come to her face, turned to the side, and fuck her mouth.

I don’t look at Sutton, to see if he’s watching her, because I don’t need or want to know.

Instead, I keep my eyes trained on her tits, bouncing each time he slams into her.

She grips me at the base, bobbing on my cock as she takes it hard from Sutt, and after a few minutes like this, she comes, orgasming explosively all over his cock.

“She’s coming for us,” my son says, voice hoarse. “You’re coming unraveled, aren’t you?”

She nods, whimpers and sucks me, bobbing so deep, making my entire body impatient for my impending release.

Sutton and I both stop moving at the same time. I don’t look, but I know because at once, the bed stops squeaking, and the poor teak walls get a break.

“Fuck,” I grit out, knowing what’s coming. Literally.