Being Mrs. Simmons (Book 2) ✔

Chapter 14-Partners...in business. Pt 1

~Dominic~
Given my past lifestyle I never thought about sharing my wife...ever. And I was never one to dream. If I did I didn't remember them. But this particular dream. I would remember for a very very long time.
I had sat in the study only twenty more minutes after Amelia's departure. I was going to go to our room and apologize. Possibly make it up to her. But my wife was fast asleep by that time. So I climb in beside her and pulled her body close to mine.
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"Are you sure about this?" Rory asked. It took me a minute to realise he was talking to Amelia. She was standing in front of us, a lacy red gown on that went way past mid thigh. I could see her breast through the lace and if I looked lower I could see the caramel colored landing strip that stopped where her lips started. Her hair fell around her shoulders in a brown wavy mess. She was truly my queen.
"Yes." Her answer was quiet and even though Rory had been the one asking questions she was looking at me.
Both Rory and I sat down on the sofa in my living room, idly caressing our erections, our hungry faces enthralled as we remained fixed on our desirable and naked host. Amelia stepped up to us and leaned down to kiss Rory, her hands cupping his masculine face. Then she knelt between us her hands gripping both of us and stroking our rigid, vein-threaded members. She lowered her mouth onto Rory. A deep growl came from me. It wasn't me telling them she was mine...oh no. It was more of an approval.
Rory looked remarkably huge inside of my wife's mouth. She had a perfect rhythm, tending to him while her hand worked my shaft.
It seemed like this went on for ages until Amelia pulled away slowly and got to her feet, all the while her lip sat between two rows of perfectly white strait teeth. That always killed me.
I watched as she straddled my old friend. Both Rory and Amelia exclaimed aloud at the mutual ecstasy of being penetrated and being the one penetrating. Two new lovers uniting for the first time.
Her pleasure ridden face turned to me and she smiled.
"Common baby." She beckoned and grabbed my hand. "I want you to take me." She purred and I glanced at the ass I adored dearly.
That's when I realised this was a fucking dream because Amelia wouldn't go for this...ever. Hell, I wouldn't go for this...
I rose from the couch and went to them. Amelia was slowly riding him and it was definitely a site to see.
I extended my hand and let it rest on the small of her back. They were positioned to wrong for this but I could wait. I could play.
"Touch me Dominic." She demanded. And I did. I parted those round cheeks and-

I came awake with a grown. The first thing I noticed was how rediculousy hard I was. Then a strong urge to get off came. I could feel Amelia's body next to mine, could hear her soft breathing.
What had I been dreaming of? Ahhhh.
"Fuck." I groaned and slowly got out of the bed. I looked down at my erection and swear it was going to bust through.
I needed a cold shower. Possibly a beer for breakfast?
As I got the shower going and stepped out of my pants I couldn't help but think about about that god damn dream.
"Fuck this..." I said to myself and grabbed a hold of my rigid cock and gritted my teeth when the contact was made. I braced myself by putting my free hand on the wall and went to work, stroking, pinching the head as clear liquid dripped. I was pretty damn determined to reach my climax. I needed a release because I don't think a cold shower would do shit.
I couldn't help but feel like a fucking pig. I wasn't supposed to get off thinking about my wife being-
"What are you doing?" I paused at the sound of Amelia's voice and lifted my lids to look over at her. She was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with her arms crossed bellow her breasts. She looked a little sleepy and her hair was out of place.
"Come here baby." I resumed to lazily stroke myself. Amelia's eyes fell south and she bit her lip. But it didn't last long, that look of want on her face. She looked back up at me and cocked a brow.
"Put some ice on it." She shrugged.
I had to chuckle at her response. Fair enough...
"I deserved that, but I really, really don't think Im gonna be able to do that." I gave myself a hard squeeze and waited. Finally Amelia moved forward and came to me. So close my erection rested on her belly when she stood on tip toes to whisper against my lips.
"Just keep on tuggin' baby, cause that's all you're going to get." I ground my molars at her words and grabbed her up quickly. "What are you doing Dominic?" She asked me when set her atop the bathroom counter and slid her shorts off in one quick movement.
"Don't threaten me." I hissed down at her before smashed my lips down onto hers and pulled her closer until my still rigid and aching tool was resting between her legs. The only thing separating us were her panties.
"You rejected me..." Amelia said, totally not agreeing with my current actions.
"I'm sorry baby." My hands found the bottom of her tank top and upward they went until I could feel her hard nipples on my palms.
"That so unfair." She said and pushed my lips off of her neck so that she could pout up at me.
"I said I was sorry."
"And I said fuck me." She replied and slid from the counter, breaking all contact.
"Amelia...don't do this to me. Can't you fucking see me?" I said and she glanced down at my hand and my hard ass pecker.
"Amelia..." I groaned as she backed up to the door and opened it.
"Have a nice shower." And with that she slipped out, closing the door behind her.
"Fucking hell." I growled under my breath and resisted the urge to punch the mirror...or maybe myself. Fucking dream.
I couldn't work like this or go throughout my day like this so I did the only thing I could do. I played tug of war with my cock until I came onto the tiled floor.
That woman was probably gonna be the death of me.
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"So, what the Fuck do you want?" Later that evening I was standing with Rory on the patio outside, cooking some steaks and drinking some beer. Amelia was putting the twins down and cooking some sides.
Even after my self pleasure I had been sexually frustrated all day. Still was. This was a new one for us. We hadn't rejected one.another in three years.
Honestly I had no one to blame but my damn self.
"I want you to partner with me" Rory said. He looked over at me and I frowned in response.
"In?"
"My club. Its opening tomorrow night. You can take forty percent."
"What kind of club?" I asked. Back in the day we had talked about opening a club where private members could fulfill any and all sexual desires with private rooms and bars aside from the night club.
Rory gave me a sideways glance before taking a huge swig of his beer.
"You know exactly what kind of club Dom."
Go. Figure.
"Fifty percent."
"Fuck off."
"Then have fun with your club." I turned away to flip the steaks on the grill. Not to mention how would Amelia feel about that?
"Fine. Fucker." Rory sighed heavily and and finished off his brew.
"Let me talk to my wife." I replied. I highly doubt she would agree to this. The only place I needed to go to for sexual pleasure was our bedroom. And I would make sure she knew that.

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