Chapter 3: Rising Action
The bed shifted under Tatia's weight as she straddled Dirk, easing herself onto his thick cock with a sigh. Dirk gripped her wide hips, pulling her down hard as his crotch slapped against her voluptuous curves.
"Oh God, Dirk," Tatia moaned, throwing her head back. She began to ride him, slow deliberate movements to start before quickening the pace. Her peachy ass bounced against Giviko's pelvis, who knelt behind her, head bowed, while his wife fulfilled her lust.
"Giviko," she purred, catching his gaze. She bit her lower lip, and his heart fluttered. How long had he craved this moment, watching his wife pleasure their lover, feeling the warm body of the man he adored buried inside Tatia?
The time had come to follow through with his secret desire, to be an active participant in their passionate trysts, leaving behind whispers and glances from the shadows of the room.
"Can I, Tatia?" Giviko asked, his eyes glued to her body as it moved subtly in time with the lovemaking. "Can I be with you both?"
Dirk stilled, his eyes flicking to Giviko, green orbs alight with intrigue.
Tatia regarded Giviko, her black eyes softening as she studied his downturned face. In a tender moment, she leaned forward, sliding her clammy thighs off Dirk's pelvis.
Bridging the distance between them, she kissed her husband as she caressed his scruffy cheeks and whispered, "Yes, darling." She nipped his earlobe before continuing, "If it's what you want, I am more than willing to let you partake."
Giviko reveled in the rare words of affirmation. He pressed his lips hard against Tatia's, drinking in her taste, an intoxicating mix of red wine and lust.
A glance toward Dirk showed his agreement.
"It'd be my pleasure," he said, his baritone voice low and gruff. "I want to see you find new heights of pleasure with your husband beside me."
Giving Tatia a lingering kiss on the lips, Giviko pulled away and stood up from the bed. The cool air conditioning brushed against his sweat-dampened skin, a welcome change as he approached the nightstand where the bottle of champagne awaited.
Giviko's hands shook a little as he held the bottle, pouring a flute for each of them.
"As much as I love watching the two of you," Giviko said, facing the couple intertwined on the luxurious sheets, their heated breath causing the air to ripple, "I longed to taste the passion that sparked between you." He handed the first flute to Tatia and then offered one to Dirk, locking eyes with the man who had stolen his wife's heart.