S ome nights, they didn’t fall asleep immediately after satisfying their carnal needs. Simon’s cock felt satisfied, and his heart was full, but he was restless.
The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Xenia’s flushed skin, illuminating the beads of sweat that had formed during their passionate encounter.
He admired her beauty, his eyes drinking in every detail of her body as she lay beneath him.
His gaze shifted to Owen, who lay on her other side, watching them with an intensity that both surprised and excited Simon.
“Isn’t my wife beautiful, Owen?” Simon asked, his voice heavy with lust and pride.
“She is,” Owen agreed, his eyes never leaving Xenia’s face. He remained silent, but the slight curl at the corner of his lips betrayed his shared admiration for the woman they both loved.
Spurred by Owen’s acknowledgement, Simon’s hand on Xenia became more deliberate. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, and with each motion, he pressed his thumb against her clitoris, ensuring that she felt every inch of his desire for her.
Xenia’s moans grew louder, more urgent, as Simon continued to push her closer to the precipice of pleasure.
He became attuned to her vocal cues, searching for any sign that she was nearing her climax.
At this moment, there was nothing more important to him than bringing Xenia to the peak of ecstasy.
“Ah, Simon... please, make me come,” she gasped, her eyes wide and pleading as she clung to him.
He could feel her body trembling, her breath hitching with each movement. Simon knew that she was close, and he wanted nothing more than to coax her over the edge, to see her lose herself completely in the throes of passion.
“Let go, love,” he whispered into her ear, his own arousal growing at the thought of her complete surrender to the pleasure he was providing. “I want to be the one who brings you there.”
Simon’s gaze locked with Owen’s, a fierce determination burning inside him. “She is exquisite, isn’t she?” he said possessively, the words barely audible as he toyed gently between her legs. “My wife.”
“Xenia, you are perfect,” Owen agreed, his voice strained.
Xenia moaned, her body writhing beneath Simon’s hand, her hips meeting his thrusts with growing urgency.
Simon’s heartbeat quickened, every nerve in his body attuned to Xenia’s reactions.
He could feel her quivering around his finger, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and his own desire intensified at the knowledge that he was the one responsible for her pleasure.
His mind raced, determined to bring her to the peak of ecstasy by focusing on every subtle cue from her body.
“Owen, do you see how she responds to me?” Simon asked. “Our beautiful Xenia.”
“Simon,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at his arms, her eyes filled with unbridled passion. “Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, Xenia,” he whispered against her ear, his thumb continuing its tantalizing dance across her clitoris.
“Simon!” she cried out, her voice rising in pitch as the floodgates opened, her climax washing over her like a tidal wave. The intensity of her pleasure seemed to reverberate through the very air, wrapping them both in its electrifying embrace.
His heart swelled with love and contentment as he glanced at Xenia, her chest heaving and her skin glistening with perspiration. The sight of her in such a state filled him with pride, knowing that he had caused her pleasure.
Owen brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “You were absolutely breathtaking.”
A blush crept across her cheeks as she smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. “Thank you.”
Meeting their friend’s gaze across Xenia’s languid body, Simon said, “I must say, I am glad we decided upon this arrangement. It seems to work well for all of us, don’t you agree?”
Owen grinned. “Indeed, Simon. I never thought I’d see the day when we’d share anything so intimate, but... it feels right. As long as Xenia is happy, I’m content.”
“Me too,” Simon echoed, his eyes meeting Xenia’s gaze. “That’s what matters most, after all. Xenia’s happiness.”
They lay in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts. Simon mulled over the unique situation they were in. He meant what he said about her happiness, but even now, as he watched Owen playing with her hair, he wanted to brush away the man’s hand.
Xenia’s soft voice pulled him from his reverie. “Do you think it will always be like this? Can we truly make this work?”
He took her hand, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. “We can, and we will. We’ve made our choices, and we’ll stand by them. Together, we will create a life filled with love and happiness.”
“Hear, hear,” Owen chimed in, his deep voice laced with sincerity. “I am committed to this as well.”
“Thank you, Owen,” Xenia whispered, her eyes shining with gratitude.
Rising to extinguish the candles, Simon repeated his vow in his head. We can and we will make this work .He would find a way to deal with his jealousy.