Page 71 of The Cursed Chalice

Soraya walks to the middle of the room. Standing between Ares and me. She smirks, and in that moment, I realize neither Ares nor I are in control.

She drags her hand up her sides, circling her breasts. She cups them, and then squeezes it.

I can’t fucking breathe.

“Unbutton your shirt for me, Aric.” Her voice is soft but commanding.

I pull the shirt out of my pants; my eyes never leaving hers. I am holding myself back from ripping my shirt open.

As I undo the last button, she reaches behind her back and with one twist, her bra is unhooked. She cups her breasts, causing the straps to slowly fall off her shoulders.

“Let me see, flower.”

She pulls the bra off and holds it out with one finger. She looks back in the mirror and smirks as it drops from her hand.

“Tell her to turn, Aric. I want to fucking see.”

Just when I was about to say something. She slides her panties down her leg. Both Ares and I inhale.

She kicks her underwear to the side. Slowly, she walks to me. I open my legs wider, waiting for her.

Soraya bends and presses her lips to mine. Her tongue called mine forth. She tastes of strawberries and mint. Her hands move into my hair.

I raise my hand to touch her –

She tugs my head back. “No touching until I say.”

“What the fuck is happening?”

I feel like I am being hypnotized. “We are giving our wife…total control.”

Soraya chuckles. “I like that. Wife.”

She moves away and turns to the mirror. She sits on my lap, and my hips lift as if they have a mind of their own.

Her back is pressed against my chest; her hand runs to the side of my neck down to her breast. She glances at the mirror with her eyes half closed, she pulls at her nipples.

Her hand glides down her stomach and disappears into her pussy.

“Both of you…watch me.”

My head flicks to our reflection. I harden against her ass. She makes slow circles on her clit.

There is a small ripple over the mirror, as if Ares is clawing to come out.

“Don’t look away. Watch how wet you both are making my pussy,” she says as her finger sinks inside. I grip the side of the chair tighter.

The sopping sound of her fingers thrusting into herself makes me swallow. I watch as her body undulates on mine.

“She is beautiful.”Ares presses his hand onto the mirror.

“She is ours.”

Soraya raises her hips, opening her legs wider for both Ares and I to see.

I press my lips near her ear. “Come for us, Soraya. Show us what your pleasure looks like.”

She bites her bottom lip and moves her fingers faster. A strangled moan escapes her.