Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

Epilogue II

EPILOGUE II

MILES

W atching our wife find bliss was as beautiful today, years later, than it was when we first got together.

Growing up the way I did, in and out of foster care because my dad had never been a part of my life and my mom couldn’t look up from getting her next hit, I hadn’t thought this would be something I’d have. I didn’t think it was possible.

Sure, I’d lived my life with purpose and strived to better myself any way I could, but I hadn’t thought that after all the trials and tribulations and bumps on the roads, this was where it would have led me.

And damn, even though it had been a long and treacherous journey, I’d do everything I could to be right where I was. Elena was worth it. The family we had not only made but grew was worth it.

Rick, Josh, and I might not have been able to get to medical school the usual way, but we had made it there after serving our time in the military. It didn’t matter because it was where we met after all.

But even as a young man, I’d always been careful. Knowing addiction was in my genetic makeup and that I didn’t want to repeat the cycle, I’d made sure that during the small amount of downtime we had, I didn’t party too much. The guys used to make fun of me, but I had stayed on the path, making sure not to tetter the line of being addicted to anything. But the moment we laid eyes on Elena, teeter had gone out the window.

She was the purest, best kind of addiction.

It was our anniversary, and the kids were with their Aunt Rosie and their uncles. And we were determined not to waste a minute of having the house all to ourselves. That had been obvious when Rick and I got back into the house from dropping the kids off bright and early, and he reached for his doctor’s coat and stethoscope and told me his plan.

It had been a moment where all four of us could play, and longer since we’d been able to be as loud as we wanted and not have to stifle our moans and groans.

My hand shuttled up and down my cock as I watched the show in front of me. My toes dug into the plush rug, and my muscles flexed and strained. Jesus, she was gorgeous. Sprawled out over Josh’s lap, her legs over his thighs, she was wide open and without a stitch of clothing. Her tanned skin looked silky, and I knew firsthand it was softer than that. Her wild, long, dark hair messy from sleep fell over both her shoulders and covered her tits, making her look like some kind of wild pixie. Our own bohemian princess. And fuck me, we were going to worship her all fucking weekend long.

A droplet of fluid spilled from my thick tip, and I used my thumb to help lube my dick. My hand never stopped working up and down my length, my gaze unwavering from the sight in front of me.

My eyes connected with Josh’s, and we grinned. Elena recently admitted she had been fantasizing about playing doctor, and Rick had taken to it. Together, we kept unlocking kinks and things we wanted to try, and fuck, I never wanted that shit to end.

Rick used the old stethoscope to wrap her wrists together, pulling a nipple into his mouth. She gasped, and the little sounds she made were music to my ears. He let go of the morsel of her turgid nipple with a tight pop and bent her arms carefully, so they were around Josh’s neck, pressing her sinful little body closer to his, making her push her chest out, and with the movement, her pretty tits jiggled. My mouth watered.

She shifted, lifting her ass, and I knew by the look on her face, the euphoria painted there, that she was taking every inch of him.

“Fuck,” Josh cursed roughly. His Adam’s apple bobbed. My dick throbbed in my hand.

“Going to take the temperature of this hot little tight pussy now, beautiful,” Rick warned. “You going to stay still for your doctor like a good little nurse?” She nodded. I couldn’t get myself to blink, dying to get closer to them so I would have a better view of what they were doing, but I forced myself to stay where I was. Edging myself closer, skirting around my own pending orgasm. But I would be damned if I came first.

She gasped, and a soft, purr-like sound erupted from her, and I knew. I knew he was pushing into her, stuffing her completely while Josh was lodged inside of her tight depths.

“Jesus Christ, man,” Josh hissed, and she cried out Rick’s name. “She’s so fucking tight,” he groaned.

“Oh god! Rick, honey!” Elena gritted. Her head thrashed back against Josh’s shoulder. “Rick, oh, please! Too much.”

“Color,” he grunted, holding his body so still he started to shake. I could see sweat starting to seep through his white coat.

“Green.” she answered.

Rick thrust in deeper. Going slowly, making sure she adjusted to the new thickness she was taking, and I was done taking in the show from afar. I stood, kicking off my pants completely. Ripping the rest of my clothes off, I made my way to them. My knee hit the mattress, but the guys didn’t bother to look at me. Not that I blamed them. “fuck,” I muttered under my breath. The sight of her stretched wide, taking them both, made cock bounce in front of me. I spit down on my hand and started to work it up and down my shaft.

“Spit on that little clit for me, Miles,” Rick ordered, and I nodded.

Her pretty little clit was swollen, popping out lewdly and so damn pretty, my mouth watered. I bent my head and spit easily, watching the way my saliva dribbled down her clit and toward her entrance.

“Fuck.” Rick’s jaw clenched. “Do it again,” he rasped. I did it twice before using my free hand to rub her bundle of nerves with the pad of my thumb.

“Miles,” she squeaked. “Josh! Oh god. Please!”

“We know what you need, beautiful,” Josh encouraged.

Together, like the fucking team we were, we worked her body.

She was fucking exquisite. The sight of her flushed and bared to us, love in her eyes as sweat rolled down her silky body. When she was like this, spread wide, taking the three of us in one way or another, the faith I’d lacked in my life enflamed. It grew brighter like a wildfire of love and goodness in my chest.

“Mouth, baby,” I demanded, needing to taste her. Elena being Elena, the woman of our dreams, the one who no longer had to stand alone and had grown to know we would always have her back, gave herself freely in everything she did. Giving me what I’d demanded, her lips touched mine, and I growled. She tasted like every bright new day we’d have in the future and the beautiful years we’d already had.

And Jesus Christ, it was fantastic!

Our kiss was deep and wet. Her little mewls got louder and louder while Josh and Rick took her in tandem. And our girl wasn’t a shy wallflower. Hell no! Elena took each one like a fucking queen. In a blurry mess of tangled limbs, the sounds in the room grew louder, whispered words became dirtier, breathier. Until somehow, we all came crashing down, finding bliss almost simultaneously.

And it was fucking beautiful.

Perfect.

And I couldn’t believe just how lucky we were to be able to have this for the rest of our lives.