Axes & O’s

31. Fox

Chapter 31

Fox

Watching the ecstasy on Nathan’s face as he slides into my wife’s pussy is a moment I wish I’d photographed. His hands white-knuckle the spreader bar as his dick disappears inside her slick cunt, his head dropping back as if he’s praying at her altar.

I know the feeling, and it’s why I’ve never understood why people say sex with the same person can get old. Sex with Morgan, sinking my cock inside her warmth, will never not feel like the first time every time.

And watching Nathan now, I want to tell him what a privilege it is to be inside my wife. Morgan trusts him, and especially after what happened with Gabe, that means a lot—not just to her, but to me. I also realize he’s giving us the privilege of him. He’s being vulnerable and open, and he’s pushing himself more than most people are willing to. It’s admirable, and I have a lot of respect for him now. A respect that only continues to grow the more he lets himself go.

It’s making me wonder if I need to take a page from his book. I know I’ve gotten more uptight in the last year since Gabe left, if that’s possible. Morgan’s tried to help me see it, to help me relax and let go a little bit, but I haven’t been able to.

But then along comes Nathan, a man we found on his way to death in a fucking snowbank, and I feel as if he’s shifting something in me. I’ve never met someone so open and willing in the same way he is, which is saying a lot given what I’ve seen and done in my life. He’s so sweet and accepting yet has a bark and a bite to him. He reminds me of someone I could’ve been had I not been born into my life.

Nathan groans, and I study his face. His brow is pinched, and his chest muscles are shining with a bit of sweat. His hair flops against his forehead as he thrusts his hips forward, and then he pulls back out before doing it again. He’s beautiful, and part of me thinks he doesn’t even know it.

“Oh my god,” Morgan chants.

I turn my attention toward her, throwing myself back into the moment.

“Tell me how he feels, baby,” I request as I fist my hard length.

“He’s big.” She cries as he thrusts again, and this time, it’s brutal enough that her large breasts almost smack her chin. “Long.” Nathan thrusts again, even more forceful now. “I can feel him everywhere.”

Nathan lifts his hips, and Morgan’s body shifts upward with his, off the bed, as he circles his pelvis.

“Oh fuck!” she cries.

“He’s rearranging your insides, little lamb. Fucking you inside out.”

“Christ,” Nathan says under his breath. “You’re so dirty.”

“This is nothing,” I retort. Nathan’s eyes flash to mine, probably surprised by my flirting. But if he’s trying to let go, so will I.

“Then show me,” he challenges.

I run my tongue over the top of my teeth, considering it. He’s seen bits and pieces of what Morgan and I do together. The dildo gag was a bit of a test to see how he’d react, and he’d been fine. Turned on by it more than I could’ve hoped, in fact.

“Should we show him how dirty we can be, little lamb?” Nathan thrusts into her hard as I ask the question.

“Fuck!” She exhales in a harsh breath.

“That’s not an answer,” I volley back.

“Yes, Sir. Please . Use me,” she chants again and again .

I reach down and grab her cheeks, squeezing them together with some force. “You’re going to be a good whore, and you’re going to show our wolf exactly how well you can take two cocks. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Take a breath, Morgan.”

I release her cheeks, and she does as I ask. I rip off her blindfold so I can see her eyes, which allows her to drop her clicker. She blinks, adjusting to the dim light as she looks back at me with those watery hazel orbs.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.”

She parts her lips wide, and I praise her.

“Now, stick out your tongue.”

Once she does, I spit on it.

“Holy shit.” Nathan exhales.

I ignore him, my focus on Morgan. I grip her head between my palms, tilting it back so she’s now at the right angle for me to slide in. Her jaw opens wider on instinct, and I wrap one hand around my cock, resting the head of it on her tongue.

I slide it back and forth, teasing her so she doesn’t know when I’m going to plunge all the way in. My gaze moves to Nathan, who’s circling his hips again, his attention zeroed in on what I’m about to do. I dip my cock in further, the head of it touching the back of Morgan’s throat. She swallows, the muscles closing around me.

“That’s it,” I say, pulling out then pushing back in again. “Keep this wet hole of yours nice and open for me, baby.”

Morgan whines but then visibly makes herself relax.

I slide back in again, my piercing running over the roof of her mouth before I force her head up at the same time I thrust down. Morgan’s body tenses at her predicament as she tries to breathe around the dick that’s stuffing her full and cutting off her air supply.

“Holy shit.” Nathan grunts. “She’s practically choking my cock with her pussy. ”

“Such a good little whore,” I commend, “using both her mouth and cunt to please us.”

Nathan curses again, dragging his length almost all the way out of Morgan at the same time I do. Our eyes make contact, and I nod at him. We punch our hips forward at the same time, Nathan deep inside her pussy and my dick working down her throat.

Morgan expels a choking moan, and I keep a close eye on her to make sure she’s okay. She’s stuffed full, but she can handle a lot. I’ve seen her take more than this and walk away with a smile that could rival someone who’d just won the lottery.

I remove my hands from her head and place the clicker back in her hand. Then I take her tits in my palms and squeeze them hard, my hips driving down as I use her throat just as I would use her cunt.

Nathan watches with a sort of awe on his face as I drive into her. Morgan takes it all like I’ve trained her to do, her gagging sounds only adding to the wet noises of Nathan’s cock plunging in and out of her dripping pussy.

“Fuck.” Nathan grunts, his hands on the spreader bar pulling Morgan further down his cock so she bounces like a rag doll with each of his thrusts. I push my cock down her throat again and again in time with him, watching his dick exit her pussy, covered in her arousal.

I push off her chest and slap her tits, sliding my length from her lips. Morgan gasps for air, her face a mess of her own saliva.

“Rub her clit, Nathan.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I smirk as soon as the words leave his mouth. He’s so in the moment, he doesn’t realize what he’s called me. Maybe I’ll have to reward him for that later.

“Oh god!” Morgan calls in a hoarse whisper, her throat raw from my brutal fucking.

“You like it when he touches you, lamb?”

“Yes, Sir. ”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers.

“Can she come yet, Nathan?”

He thrusts into her hard as he pinches her clit. “Not yet.”

I expel a dark chuckle, bringing my lips to Morgan’s ear so only she can hear. “Told you he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Her eyes smile, but this time, she’s smart and doesn’t say anything. I stand fully again, slapping my cock against her cheek. She opens for me, and then I’m sliding down her used throat, watching my thick cock bulge the skin and the vine tattoo on her neck move as if it’s alive and growing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Nathan says. “Please keep doing that, Sir.”

My lip twitches. “Because you said please.”

Nathan grins, and I direct my cock down my wife’s throat as far as it will go, my balls smothering her nose and making her toes curl as I cut off her breath. I hold it there for a good while, watching her struggle and her throat constrict around my length.

“She’s squeezing me again.” Nathan moans. “I’m going to come soon.”

I pull back, my messy erection falling from Morgan’s lips as she takes in another gulping breath. She lifts her head up, and her soft belly contracts as she stares at Nathan, who’s circling her clit slowly.

“Please, Nathan, please , may I come?”

He looks at me, and I shrug. “Up to you.”

“Are you almost there?” he asks me.

“I can be.”

He gives me a quizzical look, and I make a show of taking my cock in my hands. I use Morgan’s saliva to pump myself, running my palm over my piercing and playing with it. The base of my spine begins to tingle, and I work myself harder. I could go longer if he wanted, but Nathan is close, and my pretty little lamb is about to unravel .

“Squeeze me, Morgan,” he commands then. “Use that tight little pussy of yours, and make me come.”

Morgan’s head drops back, and then I hear Nathan grunt. He thrusts into her harder, her breasts bouncing as her body is forced backward from the sheer force of his punishing pace.

Impressed, I place my hands on Morgan’s head so she has nowhere to go.

“Push up your tits,” I command her.

Nathan watches closely as she follows my order, then I take saliva from her mouth and coat my cock with it before I spit between her breasts. I slide my length in the valley of them, pushing the soft skin around me before thrusting back and forth, fucking them.

“Wow,” Nathan says almost comically. “I—” His body stills. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

The way he calls Morgan “baby” incentivizes me to thrust a little harder, molding her breasts tighter around me until my balls are drawing up. “I love your tits, Wife. So fucking big and soft.” I grunt. “So fucking mine.”

She keens loudly as both Nathan and I continue to use her body, his hand on her clit circling faster as his sounds of pleasure fill the air.

“Please, Nathan, please, I—”

“Come, Morgan,” he roars, and my wife shatters.

Nathan’s brow pinches, and every muscle in his body tenses before he falls forward, leaning on the bar as his thrusts turn shallow and he empties his cum into her.

The sight of them, along with Morgan’s cries and Nathan’s ecstasy, sends me falling over the edge with them. With a grunt, I stand up as I come, my fist pumping my cock as I paint Morgan’s chest and soft belly with white ropes.

When all is said and done, the room goes quiet. Only our heavy pants and the sound of the dying fire serve as background noise .

Nathan slips his cock from Morgan and sits back on his haunches to admire the view. His gaze starts on my cum painting her torso before he drags it down, stopping to watch her still pulsing cunt. And while I can’t see it from this angle, I know he’s mesmerized by the sight of his release spilling out of her used pussy.

When his eyes finally meet mine, I see a reverence in them that I’ve only seen from myself. It’s a look that tells me how proud he is of Morgan, how he understands that what she allowed him to do was a show of trust.

He takes another breath then hops off the bed, standing at the edge of the mattress. He looks at me with a slow smile before bending down to Morgan. He cradles her face in his hands and wipes away the wetness from her cheeks before gently kissing her swollen lips. “Are you okay?”

She blinks at him for a moment, realizing it’s him checking in with her instead of me. She smiles warmly at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. “I’m perfect,” she whispers.

He kisses her lips once more then her forehead before standing and stepping up to me. For a second, I wonder what he’s going to say, but instead of speaking, he presses his lips to mine in a short kiss.

“Thank you,” he says.

“For what?”

“For showing me that it’s not wrong.”