“That’s good to hear. Well I’ll let you go. See you soon.”
We said our goodbyes and I placed my phone on the coffee table in front of me. It made me wonder what that was about when he could have just texted me.
After watching a couple movies and having another glass of wine, I finally put myself to bed only to toss and turn. I wasn’t sure when, but I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke with a start when I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen.
Slowly making my way out of my room and down the hall, my heart sped up. If there was an intruder in the house, I wasn’t sure what I would do.
But as I reached the top of the stairs, that was when I heard them.
A low moan pulled me down the stairs.
“Fuck.” That single word was followed by a growl.
Reaching the end of the hall, I peeked around the corner. Mia was sitting on the kitchen counter with Jude’s head between her legs.
Her eyes flicked to mine, a slow smile creeping along her face. “You can watch or join. I’m down for either.”
Jude chuckled against her.
“Well I…” I took a step toward them. “I wasn’t expecting you home.”
“I know,” Mia breathed. “My dad is doing better and…God, Jude. Baby. Fuck.” She gripped his hair, holding him tight against her.
He released her with a smack. “We couldn’t have sex there. Too many fucking people.” He rose to his full height and smacked his palm against Mia’s pussy.
She jumped, glaring at her husband.
“Keep the dirty looks to yourself, baby.” He smacked her again.
Mia yelped, grabbing onto his shirt and pulled him closer.
“You want her to watch you come?” he bit out, smacking his palm against her center.
“Fuck,” she whined. “Yes.”
My eyes were wide as I watched her break.
Jude kept smacking his palm against her pussy, her inner thighs and much to my surprise, her face.
A husky laugh left her.
He growled, shoving three fingers into her mouth and holding her head in place as he continued reigning blows on her core. “Come for her, you fucking slut.”
Mia whimpered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as muffled cries escaped her.
Jude pulled his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his lips and kissed her.
“God, I’ll never get used to that.” She sighed.
“Good.” He helped her off the counter, smacking her ass.
She jumped, shoving him away. “Come here,” she demanded, her eyes locking with mine.
I swallowed hard but did as I was told.
Jude stepped to the side, watching.
Mia closed the distance between us, caught my hand and pulled me against her before slamming me up against the fridge. “I fucking missed you.”