Chapter 83 Bisexual Threesome With My Patient And Husband 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Elias
I had never done anything like this.
Fuck. I had never even thought about something like this. It was always that I fucked the women and that was it.
Now, I stared at the clock on the wall, mindlessly pulling off my gloves and dropping it into the basin.
Mrs Peterson draped the sheets over her frame, a dreamy smile on her face. “So…when next are we gonnaㅡ”
“ㅡ Time's up, Mrs Peterson. I think we're done here. Come again tomorrow, hm? I think we can go a little further…” a smile curled my lips as my gaze darted to the door again.
Sarah was supposed to come in next.
The woman nodded, pulling on her clothes and dashing out but not before pressing a kiss to my cheeks.
Fuck.
Less than 10 minutes later, I was in front of Sarah and her husband. The man had a frown on his face, eyes darting around the room. “Has Mrs Reed told you what I told her?” I asked, pretending like I wasn't checking him out.
He was…actually well built. Muscles flexed under his shirt as he crossed his arms, dark hair falling into his eyes. If only he wasn't a cocky bastard.
But no worries, I had the knack for fucking the stubbornness out of people.
My lips twitched at the thought of burying my dick into this man's ass.
“No. Can you tell me the problem with her?” He asked, glaring at her while she burrowed further in her seat.
I leaned back in my seat, fingers pulling at my belt as my zipper lowering echoed in the space. “Matter of fact… I found out the problem isn't with her. Come here, Sarah.”
The man looked confused, eyes darting from Sarah to me as she stood up timidly, boobs jiggling in her low cut dress before she rounded the table and dropped to her knees in front of me.
This was a huge step for her. I knew that. But I was just more intent on fucking this gorgeous woman again and getting to fuck him too.
He would concede and let me bend him over the table.
I knew that.
Sarah looked at her husband, her eyes gleaming as she fished out my cock and wrapped her lips around the head.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head just I heard a gasp from her husband, the chair scraping against the floor as he stood to his feet. “What the fuck is this?” His voice was high, trembling even as he looked at the sight in front of him.
My vision was blurry with desire as I opened my eyes to look at him, my fingers sliding into Sarah's hair, pulling her harder down my dick.
A slow smirk curled my lips. He was staringㅡtransfixed. But amidst the disgust etched on his face, I could also see the flicker of interest and shock on his face.
The way she slurped on my dick, worshipped it and gagged on it like the good girl she was. Clearly, he had never seen her like this.
“Your wife lets me know that you haven't been doing a good job, Mr Reed. Of course, I'm a fucking doctor…it's kinda like my job to fix shit like that.”
A scandalized look crossed his face, his lips wobbling. “Excuse me?”
I stood to my feet, letting my dick pop out of her mouth while I stalked over to him, dick bobbing free in the air between us. I caught his chin between my fingers, gripping it tight as I forced him to look at me. “You still don't understand, Mark?” I drawled out his name, feeling the stubble under his chin graze the pad of my finger. “I'm going to teach you how to worship your wife… help you spice up your sex life and do you know how I'm gonna do that?”
He shivered when my breath brushed his neck. “How?”
Ah.
There it was.
“I'm going to fuck you… you can't tell me you're not curious. It's been so long since you've been fucked properly, hasn't it?”
Sarah was standing there, fingers trembling as she pulled off her gown, sliding the straps down her milky skin.
His gaze slid to her, confusion in his brown orbs. “Youㅡ”
I held his chin tighter. “You're not saying no. Take off that shirt.”
His fingers trembled as he reached up for his shirt, pulling it off with practiced ease.
He was lean muscled, muscles rippling with each movement as his tanned skin glistened with sweat despite the fan above us.
My gaze raked over him, dick jumping when his fingers reached for his belt, pulling off the expensive leather and letting it hit the floor carelessly.
Sarah watched, her bare tits hanging in the air as she watched us, chest heaving.
“Sit on that table, Sarah. Take off your panties.” I ordered, my voice gruff.
She complied quickly, perching her ass on the edge of my desk and spreading her legs wider, exposing her glistening pussy lips to us.
“Look at that, Mark…” My fingers dropped down to his pants, gripping his hardening length and jerking it slightly as he gasped, thrusting desperately into my hand at the friction. “Look how wet she is. Could you ever get her like that?” I asked, each word accentuated with a harsh jerk of my fingers over the head of his dick.
He groaned, eyes squeezed shut as his hips moved into my hand with sharp shallow thrusts. “Oh my godㅡ right thereㅡ”
My lips found his neck, my dick brushing against his bare stomach as I jerked him off. “See the way I make you feel? The way I pay attention to you? That's how you fucking do it, Mark. Like the way I'm jerking you off? Does it turn you on? Knowing your wife is watching you right now?”
His dick leaked precum, sticky and wet as I rubbed it over his length to aid my movements. My gaze slid to Sarah who was still sat the edge of my table, her fingers buried deep in her pussy as she watched her, brows furrowed in concentration.
Fuck.
My dick raged, eager for more and I wasn't waiting for another second. “Pull your fingers out and raise your legs to your chest, Sarah.” I ordered, dropping Mark’s dick with a plop as he groaned, knees buckling.
“What are youㅡ”
I didn't let him finish before I gripped his hair hard enough to hurt and forced him between her thighs, forcing him to bend over until he was face first with her glistening pussy lips.