Through Emerald Eyes II

Iris’s POV

The ride in the tricked-out Escalade only made Joe more inquisitive.

He kept glancing between Emily and me, one eyebrow arched, that quiet, patient smile tugging at his lips.

We only shook our heads, lips sealed, telling him to just enjoy the pampering coming his way.

Watching him finally give in to it was adorable.

I knew him from the penny-pinching days; when he’d skip lunch to make sure Emily had what she needed, when he’d pour every extra dollar into her happiness instead of his own. Spoiling himself was still a hard habit to break when he got his feet under him.

Emily and I worked together to negotiate a hefty payday for the Sabrina project; where she used her paralegal expertise to cut through contracts like a blade, teamed with my own industry knowledge and scheduling; locking in every detail. Having full creative control was something he rarely had, and with this project, there was no way he'd say no.

At the salon, Joe leaned back in the reclining chair with a long, contented sigh as the hot towel settled over his face.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured, voice muffled and lazy.

Emily and I shared a quick, conspiratorial smile across the room; both of us melting a little at how relaxed he looked, how deserved this was.

His stylist; Skye, tall and sexy with pink-and-black hair, dark lipstick, smoky eyeshadow framing those swimming blue eyes; pulled the towel away to shave him.

She gasped audibly when Joe’s eyes opened and landed on her; kind, warm, completely unaware of the effect he had.

Emily and I exchanged another look.

I’d told her before; how Joe had this quiet, devastating pull on women, how they melted under his attention without him ever seeming to notice.

My silent look said it all: I told you so.

Cherry, Emily’s stylist, and Kayla, mine, both paused mid-motion, eyes flicking to Joe and Skye.

Skye’s hand trembled slightly as she cradled his neck, fingers tracing slow circles against his skin while she dragged the razor along his jaw.

Her body pressed closer; breasts brushing his shoulder, nipples peaking against the thin black lace of her bra under her white tank top, the barbells threatening to burst through.

Joe never flinched, never looked away from her eyes, just let her work with that calm, steady trust he gave everyone.

Suddenly, images crashed into me; vivid, filthy, unstoppable.

Skye on her back across a recliner, legs spread wide, tits bouncing with every deep thrust as Joe fucked her senseless.

Then Kayla on all fours beside them, ass high, Joe pounding into her from behind while Cherry slid underneath to lap at their combined sex.

Then Cherry bouncing intensely on him, his shaft coated in the combined arousal of all three, as Kayla and Skye liked her bouncing nipples, both hands rubbing her clit and mound as she screamed into the sky.

Then all three of them leaking his cum; thick white trails sliding down thighs, pooling between swollen pussy lips, dripping from stretched entrances like dirty, overflowing cupcakes.

All of them marked, claimed, wrecked by him.

I don’t know where the images came from; except that they weren’t new.

I’d wondered before; quietly, slightly shameful; how Joe would take women other than Emily… and Jesus… myself.

Emily had told me all about their sex-life, how he left her sore and smiling for days.

I’d touched myself to those stories more times than I could count, imagining it was me under him, me stretched around that thick cock, slamming deep into me again and again.

Joe didn’t even blink when Skye’s breasts pressed fully against his head as she leaned in to shave his cheek; her eyes locked on his, cradling his neck like a wannabe lover.

Somehow none of us said anything.

I didn’t see a flicker of anger in Emily’s eyes at how emboldened Skye was getting. Hell, I didn’t feel it either.

If anything, the dirty thoughts flooded harder, my thighs pressing together under the robe.

At some point, I was going to need alone time.

A locked bathroom stall, fingers shoved inside my soaked cunt, rubbing fast circles over my clit.

At the boutique, Sabrina wasn’t messing around.

The silver cocktail dress flowed over my skin like liquid mercury. I felt beautiful in it; confident, sexy, the fabric so thin it outlined the faint peaks of my nipples when I moved.

Emily’s simple black dress looked just as stunning; sleek, dangerous, hugging her in all the right places.

I saw the black suit Joe had picked; simple, elegant, tailored to perfection.

He was going to make Emily melt when he stepped out in it.

And I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like; his broad shoulders, narrow waist, that quiet power wrapped in black.

I turned in front of the mirror, swaying the dress, trying to shake the desire from my head.

The salon images kept threatening to rear up again; Skye’s pierced nipples, Kayla’s lush curves, Cherry’s tiny frame all slaves to Joe’s cock.

I sighed, pressing my thighs together, feeling the slick heat already gathering between them.

Emily walked up behind me, biting her lip.

“I need a favor,” she whispered.

My eyes flicked to the way her thighs were pressing together tightly; same as mine.

I recognized the naughty smile spreading across her face.

“Are you kidding?” I hissed in a whisper, voice low and shaky.

Emily just smiled wider.

“Girl, I’ve been dripping for him all day!”

I stared at her for a moment.

She’d told me about some of their more “adventurous” encounters; the back of a theater, blowing him under a restaurant table, behind some bushes at Central Park; and I knew I wasn’t going to talk her out of it.

Why would I? They loved each other. Fiercely. Completely.

I looked around; the salespeople had left us to our devices. If it was going to happen, it was now or never.

“Be quick,” I told her.

Emily bounced excitedly on her toes.

“Have fun,” I added.

She gave me one last look; bright, grateful, a little wicked; and slipped inside the dressing suite.

Emily was a lucky girl. Is a lucky girl.

Joe was devoted to her, completely, unwaveringly.

Barely a minute passed before I heard a dull thud... I moved toward their dressing suite to hush them, and caught a glimpse through the small slit in the curtain.

Emily’s naked body pressed against a wall mirror, a single leg wrapped around his waist, the other hiked up on her toes. His pants were on the floor, his toned ass flexing as he shifted.

I saw him thrust in; slow, deep; and Emily bit her lip hard to stifle a moan.

Joe clamped a hand over her mouth just before she could let it out, muffling the sound as he started to fuck her; steady, rolling hips, driving into her with controlled power.

I tried to look away.

I did.

But my eyes **** themselves back to that small gap.

Joe rolled his hips again; deep, possessive; Emily’s eyes opening wide, then crossing, then rolling back into her head as she came hard around him.

He didn’t stop.

He kept moving; faster now, grunting low as his head dipped into her neck, thrusts turning brutal.

I pushed the curtain wider; quietly, breath held; watching further.

His ass flexed with every slam, Emily’s leg shaking around him.

He thrust one final time deep, buried; and groaned against her skin as he came.

I saw it; the moment he pulled out, a thick rope of cum slid out against her thigh, creamy and obscene.

I gasped; soft, involuntary; wanting to know what it tasted like, and stepped back, my pussy throbbing with sudden, aching want, wet and needy between my legs.

I shook my head, turned my body away, and called back toward the curtain.

“Hurry up, you two!”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done.

Watched my two best friends; hell, my fucking boss; fuck.

I'd seen the pictures, heard the stories… but witnessing it? Hearing the slap of skin, the muffled moans, seeing his cum leak from her?

It was intense.

Overwhelming.

My clit pulsed with every heartbeat.

Emily slipped half out of the dressing room.

I tugged her back quickly; catching another glimpse of Joe’s naked torso, muscles still taut; my cheeks flaming.

Back in our suite, I grabbed my purse and tossed her a tissue packet.

“Clean yourself up, you little exhibitionist,” I joked, voice shaky.

I turned back to the mirror to look at myself; silver dress clinging, nipples hard against the fabric, thighs slick under the hem.

In the reflection Emily dabbed at her sex, Joe’s seed still sliding out in slow, creamy trails.

Wow, I thought. I wonder what mine would look like if he had his way with me.

I sighed; long, trembling.

This was going to be a long night.

And I was already soaked through.