"Red Rose" an excerpt from "Mirror Secret Mirror"

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This is an excerpt from the upcoming book ‘Mirror Secret Mirror’ – we’re posting the first 2 chapters online, over the next few weeks, in the run-up to publishing the book at the end of May.

She winked at them both in the mirror before turning to move towards him, sidling slowly, the pronounced sway in her hips micro-quivering a buttock with each step. Arriving at the chair, she continued to look into his eyes as she sunk down. Haunching catlike between his legs, obscuring the captive’s view as she slipped her hand up to unfasten belt and flies, talking seductively all the while. It wasn’t possible to see properly as the mistress pulled out his dick. It was surprising she hadn’t ensured the wife a better view. Charlotte could imagine how good her husband’s big, hard cock looked lolling around in his lover’s hands. A deep, sweltering throb of lusting envy – gag-cords cutting into her mouth as her face convulsed. Katya pushed her ass out to curl, leaning forward to run her tongue up and down the shaft, allowing the wife a brief glimpse of the burgeoning crown. He looked into the mistress’ eyes with blissful satisfaction and she spent time licking and kissing, teasing and caressing.

Something she said caused him to sit up. Aggressively pulling off the jacket and proceeding to unbutton his shirt: the enthusiasm of a man promised sex with Venus herself. Katya was taking off his shiny, black shoes, the ones Charlotte had polished for the trip. Removing his socks as well. He pulled up from the chair, rigid cock flailing as Katya drew off his trousers and underwear. The wife admired her husband composing himself as he settled back into the seat. She always loved the way he looked, but she now found him more attractive than ever: enthroned naked on the executive chair, striking a powerful pose, muscular arms resting confidently, strong legs set wide, beautiful mistress kneeling between them. His smooth, hard body rippling with excited tension. Chest heaving as he inhaled lust through half-bared teeth, torso muscles tautening. Coveting eyes dark and fierce. Features snarling desire. Charlotte’s pussy sizzled in helpless frustration. If only Katya had left a hand free. What a wonderfully evil bitch she was.

Sitting up, the Russian positioned to put his cock in her mouth. Her whole body waggling as she slipped her lips over the large helmet. Charlotte buckled and swooned at the shamefully sexy reality of her husband’s engorged dick filling his mistress’ mouth. Katya began to move her head up and down. Slowly at first, but building speed. As the pace quickened she danced her whole body along with the motion: lithe physique writhing in graceful, spiralling movements; hips and torso snaking. Charlotte’s husband watched hypnotised: the mirrored reflection of his mistress’ dancing buttocks, puckering to pout the wetted lips of her succulent… His coveting wince looked painful.

He was speaking now. Eyes flicking up… and focus shifting along the mirror. Setting his gaze straight towards Charlotte, with the appearance of knowing deliberateness. His expression black: the thunder of Zeus’ violent lust. Speaking directly to his wife, the last three or four words of the sentence mouthed into the glass with slow, definite emphasis. She couldn’t tell what he’d said, but it must have been something cruel, Katya’s body reacting with a bone-shivering tremor of arousal.

Was he really talking to his wife? Did he know she was there? Had Katya told him? Did he know all along? The thought that struck her next juddered so hard it jarred her bones. Did he know because he’d planned this himself? Oh Jesus! What if all this was his plan? What if he and Katya had conspired? Had he deliberately ‘forgotten’ his phone charger, whilst carefully leaving it somewhere it would be found? Calculatingly exploiting his wife’s loyal thoughtfulness and counting on the likelihood she’d bring it to the office? Then Katya insisting that Charlotte ‘sit and talk’ and conducting this sadistic entrapment as her part of the collusion?