Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(58)
Tuesday afternoon, Sadie and I arrive at Maggie’s just after she and Henry finish eating lunch. Maggie and I go over more business things two hours past Henry leaves for his MBA class. Taking a break, Maggie and I retire to her bedroom to hide away from the staff as they perform their daily duties around the house, giving us more privacy to talk.
Like old times, Maggie and I chat about random things as we do on occasion. My heart fills with joy being able to spend some quality time with my best girlfriend, who is already excelling since taking on the CEO role of Raven and is genuinely looking forward to her and Henry having children. One of these days, I’m going to need to ask her how she does it, letting go of the pain, hoping that there might be some good advice to help with the death of my parents.
After some giggling, Maggie slides closer to me on the bed and kisses me.
“Henry will be home soon,” I comment, not sure if I want to be caught doing it in their bed.
Maggie’s head turns to check the clock. “We have some time,” she coaxes.
“You sure?”
“Henry and Joe usually end up talking to some of their classmates afterward, causing dinner to not be served until he gets home which is usually seven,” she explains. “Besides, I need this . . . I need you.”
Seeing the desperation in my friend’s face, I can’t deny her — we’ve got an hour. Moving closer to Maggie, my lips reach to comfort her. As I lower her to the bed, my mouth explores her neck and my nose registers the faint smell of her arousal, causing moisture to form between my legs. Dropping my right hand, my fingers quickly make their way under Maggie’s dress and over her panties, discovering just how wet she really is when they glide over her sex.
By the time I’ve got Maggie completely naked, where I’m still wearing my bra and panties, my face is buried between her legs about to make her cum, until suddenly my head jerks up at the sound of the bedroom door being opened.
“Hey, honey,” Maggie greets Henry.
A wicked grin dances across Henry’s face — not because he’s caught us, but I believe it’s because he’s happy to finally see us in action.
“Come join us,” Maggie encourages.
“What?” I blurt, watching Henry carefully close the door behind him.
“Don’t worry, Emma,” Maggie soothes. “He’ll just be with me.”
My eyes dart to Henry and he nods confirmation.
“O . . . okay,” I mumble, unsure of this whole situation.
“We promise,” Maggie reassures. “Now, don’t stop.”
“Make her cum, please,” Henry innocently requests. “I want to see and hear you make her cum.”
Swallowing hard at the situation unfolding, I look back down to Maggie, who is smiling from ear to ear, back up to Henry who is tentatively taking a few steps closer. Henry reaches cautiously in his pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch his fingers hit a few buttons before he lifts it to his ear.
“We’re going to be a few minutes,” he announce into the device.
I guess that’s a good way to let the staff know that dinner will be served at its usual time without exposing anything that’s occurring between his wife and me.
Opening my mouth, I gradually lower back down to lick Maggie’s clit, but my eyes stay glued to Henry as he cautiously sets his phone down and sits on the edge of the bed. Three of my fingers slide in and out of Maggie, bringing her closer to orgasm. She reaches up for Henry, desperate to touch him. Henry sweetly obliges, reaching out to her as well, lowering his lips to her as his hand slides down Maggie’s arm and cups her breast. Their attention stays on each other as I manipulate Maggie’s vagina, pushing her closer until she finally climaxes all over my fingers.
As I finish lapping up her juice, Maggie kisses me deeply, tasting as much as she can. Then, she turns to Henry, letting him enjoy it as well. Maggie begins to undress Henry, starting with his shirt, while I wait for her cue. When Henry finishes shrugging out of his top, Maggie crawls over to me with a look I know too well. Her mouth springs to mine and our hands caress each other. She takes off my bra and then devours each of my breasts, sucking them. My mind drifts to Joe’s mouth instead of Maggie’s and moisture drips more from my sex.
Maggie makes her way down my belly, slowly tugging off my panties. My body temporarily panics when I realize that I’m completely naked in front of Henry and notice that he’s only wearing underwear.
“It’s okay,” Maggie soothes, lowering her mouth to my folds.
My head drops to the bed when she slips in a few fingers, stimulating me in all the right places. Her tongue tornadoes along my nub and the only thing I can think of to make this easier is imagining Joe between my legs. When the bed shifts, my attention is brought back to the present. I find myself oddly aroused while I watch a naked Henry fondle Maggie’s lower back and ass with his hands before his head dips behind her hips out of my view. The moan vibrating into my sex from Maggie confirms that Henry is tasting her while she pleasures me.
Soon, my mind and body relax, allowing me to enjoy the sensations.
“Make her cum,” Henry directs.
I almost laugh hearing his words.
“Make her cum and then you can cum,” he encourages.
Maggie groans in protest, probably because Henry has temporarily stopped doing something she was really enjoying.