Shhh! My Husband's Listening!
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
The fall could have killed me, and for now I was stuck in a hospital bed, unable to use my arms or legs. I could only listen--frustrated and aroused--as horny men used my gorgeous wife Adrianna. We'd talked about my strange desire to share her, and now it was really happening! I've lost count of the number of demanding bulls who have used her. Will she ever be satisfied with just one man again?
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
“Do you like it? Do you like touching me?” I could clearly hear Rocky through the vents.
Adrianna’s voice had begun to shake. “There’s a problem with the window in the master bedroom, would you take a look at it for me?”
“Sure, Adrianna,” Erik answered. There were more wet kissing noises, and my wife moaned. “We’d be happy to help you in the bedroom.”
My wife excused herself and took the empties to the kitchen. My heart was pounding. Had I heard right? Had Adrianna invited two men to our bedroom? I’d swollen again, and I felt a tightness in my chest. It was the same feelings of fear and anticipation I’d experienced as a kid playing hide-and-go-seek when I was about to be found.
“Is she saying what I think she’s saying?” Erik whispered.
“I heard her invite us to her bedroom,” Rocky wasn’t trying to be quiet.
“It’s just up here,” Adrianna had returned, and I heard boots on the wooden steps. I pretended to be asleep in case Adrianna looked in on me. I listened to her tiptoe in and out of my room, followed by a whispered, “Shhh, he’s sleeping.”
It was almost comical hearing the two big guys try to be quiet walking into the bedroom and leaving the door open. Adrianna started to explain how one of the windows wasn’t working properly. I thought the old rope holding the counterweight had broken inside the wall.
The guys pretended to look while I sensed them crowding my wife. “He’s just down the hall …please, don’t.” Adrianna sighed, and there were more wet kissing noises.
“I just have a few things I need someone to help me with.”
“We’ll be happy to help you,” Rocky murmured.
“I can’t …oh, god.” Adrianna sounded as though she were hyperventilating.
“You’re so wet,” Erik said. “You don’t need this dress anymore.”
Our old mattress squeaked as a weight settled on it. Then the whisper of cloth against skin as the men took their pants off.
“Rocky …please,” then silence, except for more kissing. Then a new wet sound. “Oh …Erik …you shouldn’t …not there.”
I could picture a naked Adrianna kissing Rocky while Erik knelt between her thighs. My ears were working overtime, listening for the slightest sound from across the hall.