Chapter 95 Your husband
Mordaine staggered back, chest heaving as he tried to breathe.
Hale chuckled through it all as he kissed my inner thigh.
“You're OK?” Mordaine stared down at me, still panting.
I stared back, dazed, uncertain about the correct labels for all I was feeling. The tingles running beneath my skin, the lightness in my chest, the taste of him deep in my throat.
Especially the fact that I felt different, and I did not recognize this woman who wanted more. More of this.
“Yes.”
The men converged by my head side again. “Pin or needless yet?”
“No.”
“Numbness?”
“Just heaviness.” My gaze dropped, taking in the distance between me and the floor. Hanging like this midair would scare anyone else, but I felt a little more comfortable here than I would have on a bed, or any other flat surface.
Hale leaned down then and gave me a light peck on the lips.
“You did so well,” he lingered, brushing his lips with mine, sticking his tongue out to taste them.
“I want to taste her off your lips.” Mordaine was already pulling him back.
My cheeks flushed.
“See?” Hale winked. “He is always so greedy.” He shrugged off his lover’s hand, turning fully to me. “As always, darling, we have similar interests. I want every bit of what you gave her. You are welcome to join in, or you can sit back and watch."
And just like that, I was inducted into a new kind of eroticism.
Three-way kissing. It was clumsy, barely harmonious as both men were too impatient, stubborn and proud to take turns.
But we made it work.
Mordiane kissed Hale, as Hale kissed me. My tongue brushed against Mordiane's hot one as I opened my mouth more for Hale, who seemed intent on licking off every last trace of Mordaine’s come in my mouth.
Our lips moved till I was no longer certain which belonged to whom anymore.
As Hale sucked on my lower lip, my nose brushed Mordaine’s chin. As Hale's lips wrestled his lover’s for space, the tip of his nose caressed my cheek.
Soon, it was not enough to kiss.
Their hands were everywhere, on my body, and undoubtedly on each other from all the moans I could hear.
When they broke our kiss, I could taste both Mordaine and myself on my tongue.
Their struggle moved to my body, one man pressed open-mouthed kisses onto my jaw, and the other bit my earlobe.
A hard suck on my collar bone while gentle lips pressed tender kisses onto the sensitive skin of my neck.
I moaned as one large hand started to snake past my abdomen while two other hands squeezed my breasts through my bra.
At this point, nothing felt real anymore, not in this candle-lit room, warm against my skin with the sweet floral scent of jasmine deep in my lungs.
When the traveling hand reached between my legs, my body arched against the ropes as a finger kissed my clit.
“So needy already, fairy?” A teasing baritone whispered in my ear. “You’ll make me look bad in front of my lover.”
I could not respond. The said lover was sucking hard on my nipple.
“I expected you to botch it,” he retorted. “But it’s fine. We cannot all be experts.”
My eyes snapped open to find them staring at each other over my body.
Mordaine leaned in and kissed me, “Let’s show your husband how his wife prefers to have her pussy licked.”
Hale was tracing a wet path towards my happy trail. My thighs were clenching and unclenching, and my inner thighs were slick with my wetness.
“Will you like that, little wife? Should I relieve your ache?”
My body bowed against the rope. Hale was between my legs. He had beat him there.
Already, he was running his tongue down my slit, pushing in and flapping between my walls, fucking me with his tongue.
“Yes,” I whispered, even though I had no idea what he could do now that Hale had secured the spot there. “Yes please.”
And then my body froze.
Two tongues were flicking my clit from either end, sliding up the peak and squeezing the sensitive muscle between them.
And then repeat.
My voice was unceremoniously loud, carrying to the ceiling, filling the room.
The men shared a kiss with my clit between their lips, alternating between broad tongue sweeps and narrow pointy thrusts.
It was synchronized torture. Pain and pleasure.
One man went light, giving my entrance feather-light strokes, sucking and licking very gently. But the other went hard, kneading my clit with his fingers, giving hard flicks.
I had become a research participant now. A live proof that multiple orgasms in women was not a myth.
Between them, I was their test subject.
They alternated between working together, trying to outperform each other, and then working together again, while I lost all sense of time.
I had zero knowledge where my orgasms began and stopped. Endless jolts of deliciousness surged up my vagina walls and ran up my spine to explode as colorful fireworks in my brain.
I forgot how to breathe. Forgot that I was still suspended midair. Flying.
Finally, I opened my eyes to Mordaine pressing a cold drink to my lips, tenderly cupping my head from behind.
“More?”
“More,” I whispered when he pulled the bottle away.
He smiled, hooked a finger into my bra and ripped it off completely.
Hale walked over and pressed his lips to my forehead. “You remember what I told you about my fingers?”
I’ll need just my middle finger to rip the veil between your legs. My walls squeezed.
“I’ve caught you thinking about that a lot. So I'll take you that way.”
A vibrating sound started up around my feet. My breath caught.
I looked down to find Mordaine holding up a massage gun.
He flashed me that bright boyish smile.