His Wife: Chapter 18

I’m leaning against Alexius, unsure my legs can hold me, trusting him to keep me from falling. It’s almost too much how consumed I am with a desire I’ve never experienced before. It’s euphoric, as if watching this couple do what they’re doing is already giving me the pleasure I need even though my body is building, rising toward ecstasy with every passing second.

The man rubs her nipples with his fingers, pinching them, tugging them, rolling them against his palm—it’s as if I can feel it all the way to my core. There’s a headiness to watching them that excites me, their lust igniting my own.

The woman arches her back as he leans over her, slowly dragging his touch down her stomach, stopping just above the bare mound of her pussy. She lifts her hips, wanting his touch lower, but he denies her and retreats upward, back to teasing her tits.

It’s easy to see her belly is pulled taut, every muscle tight with anticipation. Her round ass wiggles slightly as she continues to writhe beneath her man’s touch.

Her moans are soft with subtle nuances that have her breasts rising and falling, his fingertips never leaving her naked body as he leisurely rounds the bench to stand at her side. I watch with bated breath as his gaze travels along the same route as his touch—from her hard nipples, down…down…down.

God, I want him to give her what she wants, touch her pussy and play with her clit, to give her the pleasure she needs. But just when I think he’s about to dip his hand between her legs, he stops and tortures her by leaving her sex untouched.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, stray,” Alexius rasps in my ear.

“I want him to touch her pussy.” There’s no space for modesty right now, not while my body is dangling by a thread. “I want him to make her come.”

“All in due time.”

The woman leans her head to the side, and he’s cupping the swell of her breast as he takes his cock in his palm, stroking it a few times before wrapping his fingers around the base, guiding it to the woman’s mouth.

I moan, and my nipples harden when he slides his shaft past the barrier of her lips. Alexius’s stiff cock is twitching against my ass, and I can hear his ragged breathing behind me. Watching the man fill her mouth with his dick, pushing all the way to the back of her throat, is erotic and intoxicating, a fantasy I never knew I wanted to witness. Her cheeks hollow as she tries to accommodate his girth, and he gives her the time she needs, slowly easing out only to move back in.

The woman’s head bobs up and down on the man’s cock, her red lips clasping around the bulging head. I can see her throat working as she tries to take him in as deep as possible without gagging, trying to hold her breath without suffocating. He gives her a few minutes to adjust again before increasing the pace, thrusting in and out of her mouth with long, deep strokes.

The sounds of her mouth around his cock and the throaty groans of his pleasure are music to my ears, and I can feel my pussy getting slick with desire. My body is nothing but ripples of electric currents, my sex aching and throbbing. I know that the slightest pressure against my clit would make me come, but I need more. I need to see them touch each other.

“Alexius.”

“What is it that you want, stray?” He palms my tits, and my body trembles against him.

“I want him to touch her. Let him touch her,” I plead to Alexius as the man still denies her pussy the attention it needs.

Alexius doesn’t say anything, but he does reposition me so I have a clear view of her thighs and cunt.

The man leans over her, bracing himself on one arm as he continues to fuck her mouth, his eyes wild, hooded, the muscles in his back roped, and his ass pulled taut as he flexes. His erratic thrusts make me think he’s close to coming, but that’s not what I want. I don’t want him to come already. He needs to make her come first.

I cock my head to the side, staring at her sex—smooth and wet, swollen and ready to be fucked. The musky scent of sex is strong in the room, the smell of her arousal reaching every corner, pheromones dancing wickedly among us.

Flashes of the night Alexius finger fucked me on the porch while Isaia watched bombard my mind. And I wonder if this is what it looked like, if my cunt was as drenched as hers, heated and throbbing to be filled. What did it look like to see Alexius’ strong hand between my legs, his expert fingers disappearing inside me, spreading my arousal and teasing my clit? I want to know what it looked like, what my pussy looked like when I came against Alexius’ palm.

“Alexius,” I glance over my shoulder, barely able to control myself, “you said you want me to act with no inhibitions, to feel free to act on what I desire most.”

He slams his lips against mine, his hand against my jaw forcing my head even more to the side so he can claim my mouth with a searing kiss I can feel all over my body at once. I’m breathless when he stops, letting his lips hover above mine. “That’s what I said, yes.”

I turn so my chest touches his, craning my neck to look at him. “If I asked you to do something for me, would you do it?”

He cocks his head and smirks. “Baby, you know I’ll fuck you wherever, whenever.”

“No.” I swallow. “It’s not something I want you to do to me.”

He frowns, his blue eyes rippling with curiosity behind his black mask. “What is it?”

I glance over my shoulder at the couple, the man still fucking her mouth, then return my gaze to Alexius. “I want you to make her come.” My insides coil tight as I say the words, and the way his eyebrows almost touch his hairline tells me I just took him by surprise with my request.

“What?”

“Just now, on the staircase, you told me I’m a predator just like you. So this is me being that animal, making my demands known.” It’s like a shroud of confidence cloaks me; the freedom of knowing what I want and the courage to ask for it is indescribable. It’s a high I’ve never experienced before.

Alexius touches my jaw, studying me with intent, his irises pools of resolve. “I’m not fucking another woman, Leandra.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t want you to fuck her. I just want you to make her come.”

His eyes narrow, and I know he’s trying to figure me out, trying to read me as if he can see the truth of my soul.

I reach between us and cup his cock in my palm, squeezing his hard length, causing him to suck air between his teeth. “I want to watch your fingers tease and torture her cunt while your touch slowly drives her insane.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his cock deeper into my palm. “Are you sure about that?”

“I am.” There’s no jealousy, no inhibitions. Just desire. Need. A craving to see my husband pleasure this woman.

“Leandra,” he shakes his head lightly, lips pressed in a thin line, “I’m not—”

I reach up and cup his cheeks, pulling him down so our lips can collide in a fiery kiss with a desperate sweep of my tongue against his before pulling away. “This is me unraveling, Alexius. And I need you to unravel with me.”

His eyes turn a shade of blue I’ve never seen before—pools of dark radiance, a deep well in which I can see the battle he’s waging within himself. But there’s a connection between us. It’s electric, alive, and undeniable. I know he’s into it, wanting to give in to my request. We’re the same, just like he said. It’s his loyalty to me that makes him hesitate—and it’s something I appreciate even though I’m yearning for him to give me this.

Abruptly, he grabs my arms and pulls me up on my toes, bringing my face inches from his, my breath catching in my throat. “I’m only going to ask you this once, stray, and you better answer truthfully.”

I nod.

His eyes move as his gaze cuts up and down my face like he’s searching for the answer in my expression. “Do you want me to make her come…for you?”

I lick my lips, his fingers biting painfully into my arms. “Yes.”

Without warning, he reaches down, roughs his hand underneath the skirt of my dress, and slips a finger inside me, causing me to moan out loud, my legs trembling as I almost come instantly. I whimper as he curls his finger before sliding it out of me as if he wants it drenched in my arousal. He kisses me deeply, probing my mouth with his tongue, pressing his hard cock against my hip before tearing his lips from mine. “On one condition.”

“What?” I’m breathless, ready to give him whatever the fuck he wants.

“You sit on that motherfucking sofa and spread your thighs so I can watch you play with your pussy while you watch me play with hers.”

“Done,” I murmur, and hold my breath as he walks up to a table, grabbing a blindfold before stepping up to the bench. He hands the blindfold to the man, their lips moving as they whisper to each other. I have no idea what they’re saying, but as the man slips on the blindfold, I know exactly what Alexius’ demand was. There’s no way he’d allow this stranger to watch me.

Alexius turns his back to the woman’s face, ensuring that apart from his hand between her legs, every type of intimacy with her is severed. He has no interest in this woman other than the fact that it pleases me.

His gaze is pinned on me as I sit down on the sofa. The tension between us is a tangible thread ready to fucking snap at any moment.

He nods, his gaze flitting down to my legs before meeting mine again. I obey his silent command by spreading my legs and reaching down, leisurely dragging a single finger through my wet slit.

Alexius’ fingers immediately go to work between the woman’s legs, teasing and tormenting her most sensitive places. I watch as her body writhes in pleasure, as she arches her back and moans around her man’s cock.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and it only heightens my own desire, arousal pooling around my finger as I sink it inside me. I’m so wet and slick, my swollen flesh hyper-sensitive to my touch.

I lick my dry lips, my chest heavy with shallow breaths as I watch my husband’s fingers stroke her cunt, tracing the outline of her pussy lips. Alexius and I make eye contact, and he sinks a finger into her entrance, a whimper tearing from my throat at the sight. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, touch my clit, rolling my fingertip over the swollen bud. He watches me, his eyes smoldering and dark, his hand working the other woman’s pussy the same way I’m working mine.

I bend one knee, lifting my leg and sinking my stiletto heel into the sofa’s leather, spreading my pussy lips wide, wanting him to see every fucking inch. The bulge in his pants is unmissable. He’s ready to fuck me, his cock wanting inside me.

God, I’m so wet, so slick, just like the cunt Alexius is touching and teasing right now. I watch two of his fingers disappear inside her, her moans vibrating around her man’s cock. That’s when I lose control, my orgasm building, rising like a tidal wave inside me.

My hips move on the sofa. It’s impossible to stop my body from flexing into my touch.

“Come for me, stray,” Alexius demands, and the sound of his voice sends me over the edge. His finger is on the woman’s clit, and she cries out at the same time I do, both of us writhing, arching our backs in pleasure.

I throw my head back, perspiration trickling down the side of my face as I ride out my climax, my body shaking and every muscle trembling. I come hard, my clit pulses against my fingertip, and I can feel my cum gush out of me. I’m still raptured and euphoric when I hear my husband’s curses.

“Jesus Christ, woman!” His hands are on me, grabbing my arms and pulling me off the sofa, jerking me around and bending me forward with a cruel hand against my back. I’m facing the couple, watching the man throw his head back as he comes, white ribbons squirting on the woman’s cheek and lips.

Alexius groans, and I hear his belt and zipper before he yanks my skirt up, the cool air touching my naked ass. I’m anticipating him to plunge into me at any second when he grabs both my wrists, pinning them behind my back before he reaches for my hair, pulling back and forcing me to crane my neck while my skull burns and my spine curves. The tip of his cock is at my entrance when he calls out, “Fucker, take off your blindfold and watch me fuck my wife.”

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body more alive than ever. There’s no trace of the orgasm I had five seconds ago by the way my pussy aches for release.

Alexius reaches out with his other hand, grabbing my jaw and forcing his finger into my mouth. “You taste that, stray? That’s her and you. Both of your tastes cling to my motherfucking finger. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I moan.

“Isn’t it!” he yells, and I whimper.

“Yes. It’s what I fucking wanted.”

He’s a savage. A beast unleashed. There’s nothing gentle or kind about how he pushes his way inside me, thrusting deep and hard. I cry out as he fills me, the pleasure intense and overwhelming. He fucks me mercilessly, his big body slamming against mine as he pounds me. My legs are unstable, and the only thing keeping me from collapsing is Alexius’ grip on my wrists behind my back.

The couple watches us, their faces betraying their arousal and excitement. I can see the woman’s hand moving between her legs again, like my husband didn’t just make her come, her fingers pleasuring herself as she watches Alexius fuck me.

The sensations are overwhelming, Alexius’s thick cock filling me completely, and soon I’m coming again, my body shaking and trembling as I’m consumed by pleasure. But my cries of ecstasy only make him fuck me harder, deeper, his groans hitching every time he hits me deep. His own orgasm is building; I can feel it in the way his cock swells and thickens inside me.

Alexius growls behind me, and I’m still feeling the aftershock of my climax when his orgasm rips through him, his dick jerking as he fills me with his cum. I clench around him as our bodies tremble. It’s intense. Overwhelming. It’s fucking perfect.

The next thing I know, I’m being pulled up, and we’re both collapsing on the sofa together, his cock slowly going limp inside me until it eventually slips out of me. I’m breathless, sweaty, my thighs sticky with cum, and my heart is racing at what feels like a million beats per second while I try to process what just happened.

I watched my husband pleasure another woman, and it made me come.

We just had sex in front of other people, and I came again, this time around my husband’s cock.

It was wild. Wicked. Sinfully depraved. But Alexius and I…we just fucking unraveled.