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 ck 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 rtionship 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 toe to terms and live without her.<fn6f42> This content belongs to f?ndnovel</fn6f42>
I couldn’t.
So now I am here, watching, with ns 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 rtionship 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, ording 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 whitece garter, thosece-top thigh-highs entuating 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 cor, the same easy way she does to me when she’s helping me tie my tie.
He groans when her fingerse 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 beunched 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 grownfortable 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 y?” 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 andforting 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 singr word fighting through my father’s now steady rain of moans. “I am hoping for anal y. Will you y 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 corbone 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 thates 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,manding her to take her ce 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 n 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 syed 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 ss. He gives her cheek a swat and the little moan that spills from her lips gives me a halfie. “You ready?” my father asks.
Holding my eyes, she nods her head, then lifts one hand from the floor where it’s braced, and reaches for mine. Interlocking our fingers together over my knee, she sinks her eyes into my face as my father sinks the toy inside of her.
She lunges forward, gasps, even lets out a cry of pain which has my spine stiff and my eyes wide. “Is she okay? Are you okay?” I ask, our hands still linked.
My father smoothes both of his hands over the globes of her ass before sinking into her hips. She jerks back into his groin and whimpers, our hands pulling apart. “She’s okay,” my father says. “You’re okay, right? It burns a little but it feels good already, doesn’t it?”
Avery nods, staying on her hands and knees as my father gets to his feet,ing to stand in front of her. She waits, and so do I, as he takes off his belt slowly, lying it across the bed. His hands at his fly, the sound of his zipper descending has my heart racing, and I stay focused on Avery’s gaze, centered on his hands.
He reaches inside of his cks, and though her head provides cover to what he’s doing, I know in a few seconds he’ll be out of his pants, exposed, right in front of her eyes. And mouth.
I swallow against the sudden knot of jealousy in my throat, and let my eyes fall closed for a moment. A memory shes through my mind, one of Avery, tugging her blonde hair aside as she leaned over myp, sucking my cock into her mouth for the first time ever.
She’s good at oral sex. The best I’ve ever had.
Avery is gentle in the way she cradles my cock with her tongue, sucking on the tip when she knows I need aposure break. The way she drags her fingertips over my balls, tugging them when I grow close to orgasm, or how she traces the veins in my shaft with her tongue–that always makes me impossibly hard. She goes hard and deep on it when I’m nearing the edge, but otherwise is erotic and tender.
My eyes pop open, settling on my father’s fingers in her hair as he guides her mouth onto his cock. He thrusts his hips forward, as she braces her hands on his groin. I stare at the wedding ring glittering on her finger as she gags and mewls on him.
“Ah, there, there’s the back,” he says, stroking hair away from her face. “Reach back, pull yourself open, show Sutt what’s making you feel so good, won’t you, darling?”
Darling. I wondered if some personal nickname or term of endearment would shake loose from all this change, and all I’d hoped was that it was something new, not a name I’ve used, and that he didn’t make it sound better.
I realize as he guides her down on his length that there’s nothing that he can do that is better than what I can do, because we’re providing elementallypletely different things.
Different experiences.
Her ring is what I see first–the one glittering on her finger, the stone that called her name when I spotted it beneath the ss six months ago. She peers back at me, over her shoulder, darkshes contrasting the pale velvet of her cheeks as she blinks. I wink then she faces him again. He fills her mouth and throat, he holds her shoulders and she reaches back, gripping each bare cheek with a hand. Heat explodes in my groin as she pulls herself open, exposing the ck rubber end of the plug, her ass shiny from the extra lubricant.
My father guides her up and down on his cock, his shoulders flexing and torquing from his guidance. She makes a few noises—breathing, gagging, enjoying. My groin tightens at the sight of the plug nestled between her cheeks, the bulky base inside of her, tucked away. She lets go, and braces her hands on the floor.
I focus on his hand in her hair, the silky tangles woven between his tanned fingers as he nudges her down and up on him. With his cock in her throat, he reaches forward, making her gag as he swats her bare bottom.
“Look at that,” he tells me, though he doesn’t look anywhere but Avery’s face. “Look at your wife’s perfect ass.” He takes her by the chin, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. “You ready for me?”
She nods, and he hollows her throat with a tug of his hips, gripping himself at the base. “Turn around, face your husband and hold his hand.” Before she obeys, he bends at the waist, his lips hovering right in front of hers. “Show me what I taste like,” he rumbles, and her mouth seals to him a hot second. She moans and he swallows it, and a momentter, Avery’s fingers are woven with mine, draped over my knee. She blinks up at me, pink cheeks and swollen lips, so much happiness in her expression.
“You ready for it?” I ask her softly, leaning forward to trace the angelic curve of her profile with the back of my knuckles.
She nods. “Yes.”
I lift my eyes from my wife, and pin them to the man behind my wife. He’s stroking as he peers at Avery’s shaved, wet pussy, put on view by the arch of her back and pop of her hips. Smoothing his fingers down her ass, he must find the plug because she gasps a little, then nods for him to continue. I watch the shiny plug roll in a half circle for a moment after my father plucks it from Avery’s ass and tosses it aside. He notches himself behind her, on his knees, silvering hair wild and messy. “Remember how big I was in your mouth?” He asks her, his eyesing to mine. I don’t feel anger or jealousy but rather, pride that he gets to discover these erotic, sexual parts of my perfect, incredible wife. “I’m gonna feel a lot bigger back here.” He pumps more lube and strokes himself, before asking, “Are you ready?”
She’s sucked his cock. It’s toote to say “there’s no going back now” but as our eyese together over Avery’s bent over, bare body, I realize that this is it. If we take this step, there is no undoing it. No pretending. No going back. We’re forever different after this.
I give him the nod to continue as Avery whimpers for my father to “Do it, please.”
He thrusts his hips, fingertips sunk into her flesh as he guides her back down on his length.
Avery cries out.
My father groans.
And I let out one, long, exacerbated sigh.
“It’ll hurt worse if I don’t move, so I’m going to start moving, okay?” My father asks, and Avery bobs her head, her fingers so tight around mine that I smooth my thumb over her white-knuckled grip. I take her chin, and lift her eyes to mine.
“You look gorgeous right now,” I tell her, swiping at the tear that rolls down her cheek. “How do you feel?”
She bites into her bottom lip and I look down at her breasts swaying with each thrust from behind. I reach between us and grab one of her breasts, kissing her as I do. She moans into my mouth, whimpering and sloppy. “So good. It hurts but I like it, so, so much.” She turns, looking over her shoulder at my father, whose eyes have not left the ce where his body joins hers. “I need my clit touched,” she says to him, whose eyese to mine, searching for approval. We talked about a few things, but we didn’t discuss everything.
I nod.
He reaches around, and his eyes roll back as his hipse to a stop. Avery’s head falls forward, and the only noise in the room is my father’s fingers between Avery’s wet pussy lips, stroking through her arousal. After a moment, he starts to move again, fucking her harder, his strokes more hurried, less cautious.
“Yes,” Avery moans, and I take her chin in my hand, and force her face to mine as she screams her pleasure. “Fuck me and rub me, Geo, oh, just like that.”
Fuck me and rub me. My cock thickens. I’ve never been the recipient of her dirty words, and I’m not sure that those hurled at me in the heat of the moment would send me over the edge. But my father picks up his pace, sweat glistening on his forehead as his groin ps her ass, his breathing chaotic and rough. He likes it, and watching him take pleasure from her, and milk every drop of pleasure out of him—I nce down and find myself hard, my cock shamelessly pressed against the fly of my cks, begging for my attention.
I cross my legs, hiding it, somewhat confused by just how much I enjoyed watching the two people I love most take and give each other what they need. It’s erotic, far more so than I expected.
“Mm,” he groans. “Your ass is fucking tight, hell.” He ps her bare bottom, knocking a moan free from her. Her hand slips from mine, but she ws at my thigh, resting her hand on my knee as her eyes find mine, wet and wide.
“Sutt, I’m gonnae,” she tells me, then rests her cheek against my knee, holding onto me and the floor as my father ms into her harder and harder, chasing his own orgasm.
I stroke hair off her face, and slip my thumb into her mouth, and she sucks it as her eyes snap shut, unbelievable pleasure taking hold of her. Her body trembles as she moans on my thumb, my father growling and groaning, one hand on her hip, the other still reaching around, ying with her pussy.
“You’re going to make mee, this ass is too good, so tight,” my father growls, just as Avery’s eyes open again, locking onto mine.
“I’m close, Sutt, oh my gosh, I’m close,” she moans, holding her cheek to my knee.
“You are so sexy, Avery,” I tell her as I watch her face twist with desire. “You’re taking it so well,” I tell her, surprised at how cooperative and agreeable she was while he fit himself inside. Avery is a small woman, and while I’ve never been where he is, I can only imagine how it feels for her. “You’re doing so good, baby, I love you so much.”
Tears leak down her cheeks. Her hips buck a little, and she subtly grinds down on him a bit more, clearly seeking more depth, more pration. He tips forward, giving her more, making her eyes roll back. “She’sing, Sutt. Her tiny little ass is clenching all around me, fuck she’sing hard,” he tells me, thick lines of strain forming in his throat as he clenches his jaw.
I told my father he could finish inside of her, so I’m surprised when he pulls out, and ps his cock to her ass cheek, stroking his release out over her bare back, grunting and twitching. She sighs, lids fluttering as she smiles up at me, enjoying the warm spray of his cum over her flesh.
Our mouths find one another, and we’re so lost in our kiss that when it breaks, my father has already gotten to his feet, tucked himself away and wiped Avery up. He’s in the bathroom, washing the plug he took out of her ass when I find him, and I stand in the doorway, staring at his reflection until my presence startles him. We lock eyes in the mirror.
“Thank you,” I tell him, unsure of how to adequately thank him for giving my wife something so intimate. “For agreeing to this, moreso, but for tonight. Not just now but earlier, too.” I stroke my hand through my hair and shake my head, fatigue of the day and emotions of the night causing my shoulders to droop. “Thank you for everything, Dad.”
He ces the freshly washed plug upside down on a clean hand towel and points to it. “Don’t put it away until it’s fully dried, and it should be stored in the bag it came with.” He extends his hand to me, and I take it, and we shake.
“It’s a strange thing to be saying you’re wee to but you’re wee,” he says, straightening. The partial smile slips from his lips as he stands up straighter. “Thank you for trusting me enough to be the solution.”
I smile then step aside. “I think it’s okay if you and Avery have your own goodbye.” The subtext sits between the lines, and he reads it easily, pping a hand to my shoulder, nodding.
He disappears into the suite, and there’s hushed words, Avery’s softughter, and then quiet. Peering around the corner, I see her face in his hands, their lips intertwined, their eyes closed.
When they’ve ended their embrace, I walk him to the door and watch him step into the hall, and stride to the elevator, to go back to his room.
Sliding the chain on the door, I turn to find Avery, disrobed again,pletely naked in front of me, wearing nothing but her ring. “Kiss me,” I tell her.
Rocking to her toes, she kisses me, and it’s better than the kiss at the altar. It’s slow and tender, and she feeds her fingers through the back of my hair, reminding my body how on edge I am.
“Make love to me, Sutt,” she whispers, and those are thest four words she speaks for the next hour. I scoop her up, cing her across the bed. She watches me with hungry eyes as I undress, stripping down to just my boxers. I move for the light, but Avery makes a noise from somewhere in her throat, a hesitation, a blip, something that stops me. I turn, taking in the sight of Avery’s bare breasts and pinkened pussy as she’s stretched over the mattress, golden hair strewn over the pillows. She’s a goddess in the flesh, perfection personified, and I know exactly what she wants.
Leaving the light on, I shove down my boxers and ignore the cramp of difort that numbs me from head to toe at beingpletely nude. I reach for my cock and stroke it, my skin burning from her eyes being on me. Crawling over her, I slide over her, into her, filling her body with mine, filling my fingers with her soft hair.
We don’t talk, and I don’t whisper things to her. But I fuck her slow, rolling and rutting my hips without cadence or reason, taking my time. She moans and whimpers beneath me, running her fingertips over my face, tracing my lips and touching my eyelids. She cries some, tears leaking out as I tease, withdrawing and sinking in, over and over. I reach between us, and stroke her soft little pearl–the hot bundle of nerves at her apex, the way I always do, but this time, when she unravels for me, Ie undone, too.
I see her cheek on my knee again in my mind as she unspools beneath me, clutching my shoulders, grabbing at my arms. I think of how good he made her feel a few moments ago, and how good I’m making her feel now, and when she tightens, I let go.
Thrusting deeper, Ie hard, my eyes snapping shut as she clenches up all around me, milking me, begging for my baby, starved for my cum.
When she’s exhausted, full, and limp beneath me, I slide out of her, and bring a cool towel between her legs, absorbing my spilled seed. I flop down next to her, and catch her hand, bringing it to my lips with a kiss.
“I love you,” she says quietly.
“I love you, too,” I tell her, my voice soft.
And for the first time in our lives, we fall asleep together naked.