Chapter 165 165
Chapter 165 165
SPADE
My Robyn was fucking beautiful in a blue gown as she diligently did her job as the matron of honor. I couldn’t wait to be on the altar as her groom as we renewed our vows on our 5th Anniversary, as she promised.
It was not a big deal if we did it every year as long as I was marrying the same woman. Robyn was my source of strength and my whole world. No questions asked.
“Do you need tissue?” Terzo whispered, sitting next to me. “You’re drooling.”
“F U.” I didn’t want to curse in a holy place. I may not be religious, but I respect the place of worship.
The church wedding was beautiful, solemn, and beyond sacred as Piper and Gio tied in a holy matrimony in front of the Lord.
He smiled. “You should work hard on making babies. I think you’re ready.”
I looked at him. “How do you know if someone is ready to be a parent?”
“Just look at yourself in the mirror.”
“You’re not helping.”
Besides Terzo, someone cleared his throat. It was the patriarch of the Siciliano family.
Terzo quickly apologized, and I did the same. The Priest had officially pronounced Gio and Piper officially married. I stood up like everyone and cheered for them as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.
The ceremony was beautiful and heartwarming.
Piper’s parents finally came along and supported their daughter’s decision. They were welcomed warmly by the Sicilianos, Piper’s second family.
My wife looked so proud, cheering for her best friend and Gio. She played a pivotal role in making this wedding happen, and she was also the reason how did the newlyweds met in the first place. As a husband, I was beyond proud of her.
When our gazes locked, she smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. My heart skipped a beat for the only woman who stole my heart.
At the reception, Robyn gave a message to the couple. “It was quite an adventure on how Piper and Gio met.”
She had barely started, and I was already smiling.
“It was only four months ago, and people might think they’re rushing to tie a knot. Well, try me. Just after a week, my husband and I officially began dating, and we ran to the city hall and got married. But today is about two people who found each other in the least, unexpected way. I didn’t question how long they’ve known each other. I questioned Gio’s intention towards my best friend, but he never disappointed me. When Piper almost lost her hope of finding love, Gio walked in and made her believe that true love is worth the wait. I wish you both happiness, security, peace, and love. And may your marriage be filled with mini Gios, red hair, and green eyes. I love you both. Best wishes!”
“That was beautiful.” I reached out to hold her hand as she joined me back at the table. “But not as beautiful as you.”
“Okay, Romeo.” She kissed me on the lips.
“I don’t want you to be my Juliet.”
She held her laugh as she hid it behind the Champagne flute. Her eyes were shining as she looked at me. “Why? Because it was tragic?”
“Exactly. You and I will grow old together. I will take care of you until—” I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “your pussy dries up.”
Her laugh sounded more like a snort. “You’re crazy. So once it dries up, you’ll find a younger woman. Is that it?”
“Okay, I take it back. Until I let go of my last breath, Robyn.”
“Aw, babe.” She kissed me softly. “But you’re not dying young, okay? Ninety is fine. By that time—” This time she leaned in and whispered, “We fucked like thousands of times.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “But who’s counting, right?”
“I love you, Spade.”
“I love you, Robyn.”
She raised her flute and said, “To the newlyweds and to our forever.”
“Definitely forever.” I took mine and clinked my glass with hers. Then I took a sip and watched her sip her champagne. She must have seen a minuscule expression of dismay on my face.
“I know that look.”
“What look?”
“That I’m drinking champagne and I had wine earlier, too.”
“When was the last time you visited your doctor?”
“Last week. Why?” Before I could answer, she figured it out. “I want to give you a child, babe. I didn’t receive a depo.”
“Really?” Hopes lit up like the fireworks in the sky right now.
“Yeah. Wait.” She covered her mouth. “Did I forget to tell you?”
“I was only waiting for you to tell me.”
“Oops.” She took a sip again and then she said, “I think I’m ready to watch the show.”
“What show?”
Her grip tightened around my hand as I guided her inside one of the VIP rooms in the sex club, Sultry, that I told her about.
Despite entering through the private door and hiding our identities behind masks, she still felt nervous and cautious.
I understood her. This was not her scene. She was stepping out of her comfort zone for me, but when she said she was ready, I knew she wanted to learn something new, and I opened this door to her.
In the dimly lit room, there was a well-made bed with a deep red silky sheet. At the corner was a black leather couch and a coffee table with a bottle of champagne, flutes, sex toys, candles, and lube. The ambience in the room was only made for sex.
“Relax, it’s just us. No one can see us here,” I told her as I rubbed her arms.
She was so tense. Her back was stiff as a slab as I wrapped my arms around her. Then I took off her mask. She was stunning. There was a wary look in her eyes, but so as curiosity and excitement.
She was wearing a black dress that hugged her curves perfectly and red high heels that made her look hotter and sexier.
I’d fantasized about her on every corner of this sex club as I fucked somebody else, and now that we ended up here, it was a fantasy come true.
Then I took the remote control from the table and pressed a button. Curtains drew to the corners. The smart tinted glass walls unveiled what was behind them.
She sucked in a breath. With wide eyes, she looked from left, in front of us, and to her right, all performing wild sex that we’d never done before.
For a moment, I studied her. A blaze of lust and need swept through me. Despite the dimly lit room, I could see her cheeks flaming.
“Can they see us?” She swallowed hard, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at me, seemingly embarrassed.
“No. We are their viewers. This is a one-way mirror.” I pointed at the one on the left where three men were working on a brunette.
The woman was spread wide on the table while the first black man was between her legs. The second white man has his cock in her mouth, and the other white man is pouring a melted candle on her tits.
Everyone seemed engrossed in the passionate throes of pleasure and decadence, while my wife was breathing hard, staring at the scene before her.
“What do you think?”
I could hear her swallowing. “I don’t know.” But she continued to take in the other spectacles around us, and I knew she was curious.
“Try to put yourself in her position?” I ran my fingers against the skin of her arm, and she shuddered. She may not see herself surrounded by men, touching her, but I knew her pussy was soaked. I didn’t have to feel it to know I was right.
But there was no fucking way I would share my wife with other men, unless she asked for it.
She shook her head, but couldn’t tear her gaze away.
“How about that one?”