Hunter wants to watch, and in a way, I know he wants to sort of orchestrate it too. Or at least that’s what I gathered from last night. If we’re going to do this, it has to be on his terms. And to some degree Isabel’s. And then to a lesser degree, mine.
I’m still shirtless from when Silla dragged me in here, so I toss my shirt on the dresser as I face Hunter. “What should we do now?”
He doesn’t answer as he continues to explore the room, opening drawers and cabinets to inspect what they have to offer. I notice the usual, condoms and lube and some basic toys like cuffs and pillows.
Then, he pulls open a cabinet and I’m surprised to see what looks like a stereo receiver. Even Hunter shares my expression of surprise. Then I realize that’s why it’s so awkward in here. We can’t hear the music from the main room, so it’s basically silent.
Hunter tries a couple knobs and buttons, and a moment later, music begins to play through the ceiling’s speakers. It takes me a few minutes to place the song, but when the singer chimes in, I immediately recognize it as “Stand by Me.” It’s a classic, romantic and sultry, and I glance at Isabel, who’s hovering nervously by the bed.
Hunter loosens his tie and then rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. Chin lifted, he watches me through his thick lashes as he says his next words as a command.
“Dance with my wife.”
Arousal goes off like an explosion inside me as I glance in Isabel’s direction. Without a word, I hold out a hand toward her.
A smile creeps across her face. Then she places her hand in mine and lets me pull her against my body. My hand slides down her back as we begin to sway side to side, the music carrying us. And when it breaks into the instrumental bridge, the lights grow dimmer. Hunter leans casually against the cabinet and watches us as I hold her close in my arms, gazing down into her eyes. And when the music begins to fade, it settles into another song. This time something from Marvin Gaye.
“Kiss her,” a voice from the side of the room chimes in, and I’m already leaning my mouth down toward hers. She closes the distance, lifting onto her toes to capture my mouth with her own.
And the moment we’re touching, all of the tension melts away.
Her mouth is eager and warm, her tongue sliding against mine, and I realize this is only the third time we’ve really kissed, but it already feels so natural, as if we’re made to do this. My hands slide down her back, stopping at her waist as I tug her closer, so she can feel the thickness in my pants. I want her to know what she does to me.
“Take off his clothes, Red,” Hunter commands, and I glance over her head to see him now relaxing in the large chair, watching us through a lust-filled, hooded gaze. Isabel doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers are already fumbling for the button on my pants, and I bite my bottom lip as I watch her.
I’ve known this beautiful woman for ten years. I’ve had her in my life almost every single day, and while I admired her for every moment of it, I never looked at her like this, never once expecting we’d get here, and I’d want it so goddamn bad.
Each breath feels like a struggle as her fingers graze my abdomen. When my zipper is down, her gaze lifts to my face. Soft, innocent green eyes gaze up at me, and then over at her husband, as if she’s waiting for his permission. He gives her a quick nod, licking his lips as he watches her reach into my pants. My face winces with surprise as she wraps her hand around my hard cock, nudging my pants down my legs to give her more access.
She squeezes it tighter than I expected her to; sweet, quiet Isabel has a firm grip, and she tugs mercilessly on the head, making me grunt due to the mix of pain and pleasure. And with her eyes still locked with mine, she lets go of my cock, lifts her hand to her face and licks a wet line across her palm, slicking it up before returning it to my length.
“Fuck,” I groan as she slides her hand from base to tip with more ease.
“Is he hard, Red?”
“Yes,” she replies in a sultry tone.
After a few strokes, she starts to look anxious, as if she wants to do something else. Finally, she turns her head and glances over her shoulder at her husband sitting in the chair.
“You know what to do, baby,” he says, and my heart starts to beat harder. Without hesitation, she lowers to the floor before me, barely coming up to my dick when she’s on her knees, so she has to reach. I brush her hair out of her face, so I can watch as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
My mouth hangs open as she elicits each groan and grunt from my chest with the movement of her tongue. When she drags me into her mouth, welcoming me into the warmth of her throat, I make the mistake of looking up.