by Xavier Neal
My husband’s lips press tightly together.
That’s a helluva way to phrase the situation! It’s like he really doesn’t want us to go there. To take that next step. Is this really about him being considerate with Jason’s feelings or is this actually about him fearing how much more serious sex with me will mean? His flakiness always directly reflects his inability to deal with the increasing gravity of our relationship, but lately he seems to be trying to face it rather than avoid it. Plus, I’ve noticed the more we hold him accountable to put us towards the top of his priorities list, the more he does. It’s very obvious he’s used to only having to consider his own feelings when he makes decisions, which makes seeing him this uncertain about us progressing oddly sweet.
“Grab the double ecstasy one that says it feels like there’s nothing between you,” Jason instructs without the slightest waiver in his voice.
Hudson simply lets go of my hand to demonstrate his compliance.
“Oh! And we’re gonna need another bottle of lube.”
He tosses the boxes in the cart. “We should still have some.”
“We used the last of it this morning,” Jason confesses with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
The fake gasp out of Hudson receives laughs from both of us. “Morning hanky panky without me?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t shower so fucking long,” I tease and begin to push the cart again.
“Or at least offer to share if you’re gonna use up all the damn hot water,” Jason adds on another chuckle.
The three of us grab a few more items and head for the checkout counter. After promptly being wrung up, we head back to our house, unload the groceries, and begin making dinner against all of their demands we just order in.
With George Michaels’ voice crooning to us through the speakers of my cell phone, the three of us get started on dinner. Hudson is tasked to chop parsley while Jason is instructed to grate parmesan cheese. I take on the heavier cooking portion of the meal by tending to the chicken, but make sure to inform them of the basic instructions on how to do it.
It isn’t long before Hudson starts complaining, “How do I know if this shit is fucking small enough?”
“You don’t want it big enough to choke on.”
“Can you really choke on leaves?”
“It’s not leaves. It’s parsley.”
“Maybe we should look into growing some in the garden,” Jason casually interjects.
I’m not given to acknowledge what a lovely idea I think that would be thanks to Hudson’s continued whining. “How do I know if it’s too small?”
“When your cock is no longer jealous.”
“Fuck you, Blondie. You know I’m hung like I should fucking do porn.”
Jason chuckles at the same time I place the lid on the chicken and saunter over to examine Hudson’s work. “Little finer than that.”
His shoulders drop as he connects eyes with me. “Seriously?”
“Let me show you.” Sliding in front of him, I pick up the knife to demonstrate, when he cages me in. My voice prepares to fuss yet abandons the notion the second his teeth graze up the back of my neck. I attempt to fight the whimper, but it’s stolen from me anyway. “Hudson….”
He presses his hard cock against me. “Yeah, Gwenny?”
I glance at him over my shoulder and the way his hazel eyes are heated tempts me to desert the whole dinner idea.
Swear, he has too much power in that stare. It makes my knees wobble and defenses nonexistent. One look like this from him and all I wanna do is surrender everything I have, everything I am to him, and everything I want to be. It’s a scary fucking thought. And one I don’t recall having with Jason. Staring into my husband’s eyes is something completely different. It makes my soul melt and feet feel like they’ll never touch the ground again. One look like this from him and all I wanna do is fight like hell with everything I have, everything I am, and everything I plan to be in order to protect it. To protect him. How is it possible to feel so many things about two different people all at once?
“Gonna teach me or what, Gwenny?”
A small hum slips free, and I turn back around to show him. During the process, I try to distract myself from the avalanche of emotions waiting to collapse on top of me. “Your mother never taught you how to cook?”
His chin finds my shoulder to rest on. “My mother never taught me shit. She was barely in my life more than she had to be. Aunt Whitney on the other hand likes to think she can cook, but it’s really my aunt Lindsey, her wife, who runs the kitchen. I think she never tried so they had an excuse for me to come visit as I got older.”
I giggle, “Are you trying to tell me if I teach you to cook, you’ll have less of a reason to come over here?”
“I am telling you it might increase the chances.”
My elbow jerks back into his ribs.
“Ou!”
Placing the knife down, I snip, “Deserved.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jason says from the kitchen table. “He likes getting his dick sucked too much. He wouldn’t stay away long.”
“You both do suck a mean cock,” Hudson arrogantly chuckles to himself.
The comment rolls my eyes.
Not something I would’ve expected to ever hear in my life.
I check on the chicken, start to boil the water for the pasta, and cross the room to Jason who doesn’t seem to mind helping cook nearly as much as our other partner.
“You good?”
His green eyes lift to me and his smile soars. “Really good.”
My heart instantly races a little faster. Relieved and thankful to have him open, I can’t stop myself from capturing his mouth with mine. He groans, parts his lips, and our tongues roll relentlessly around one another.
“We should do this more often.” Hudson’s voice pulls us a part. When we turn to face him together, he adds, “Cook together.”
“You’ve bitched about having to do it since we started!” I squeak.
“Yeah, but like…,” he places the knife down, “it’s something we can all do together. Something that we can share. Maybe once a week or something we make it a date night thing. Find a new recipe to try. Get the groceries together. Come home, turn on some ‘80s music, and try to whip it up as a team.”
His thoughtfulness swells my heart.
“I mean we all have shit we do between us, but I think it would be better if we had more things we did together.” Hudson clears his throat as if trying to hide from the emotions getting the better of him. “Aside from showering, which is already on the list for tomorrow. After all the damn thing is big enough.”
Another round of laughter fills the kitchen and we return to preparing dinner. In between explaining to them why we can’t just microwave the chicken or buy pre-made packages and just add sauce, we exchange childhood stories about our favorite foods when we were kids. During dinner itself more memories are shared, except this time from our college days, and some about Jason are completely new to me and vice versa. It’s strange to believe you know everything about a person only to discover you really don’t. That there are still tales to be told. Secrets to be discovered. What’s even more peculiar is sharing the experience with an additional person. As crazy as it is, I’m glad there’s new information to learn about my husband. It makes falling in love with him all over again seem less foolish.
“Bullshit!” Jason says between sips of wine. “There’s no fucking way that happened! There’s no way she really jerked off a camel. There probably wasn’t even a camel at that party!”
“Swear to God!” Hudson’s hand flies into the air. “It really happened! Those guys used to throw some wild as shit parties.”
“Why would you watch that?” I try not to gag. “How is that sexy?”
“Never said it was sexy,” Hudson counters, pushing his empty plate away. “I said it happened. Besides, every man has watched a chick and animal combination at some point.”
“That’s not
true.” My head shakes. “Jason hasn’t.”
Hudson’s grin becomes mocking. “Oh really….?”
Our eyes swing to Jason whose face is guilt ridden.
“Seriously?!”
“It’s internet porn, baby,” he poorly defends himself. “That shit just pops up. And then it’s just there. So you watch it. It’s not like I went actively looking for a chick to fuck a horse.”
I give my forehead a soothing rub. “Unbelievable….”
“Hey, don’t act like you haven’t looked at kinky shit.” Jason’s remark shifts my attention to him. “Need I remind you of the Scooby-Do role play I caught you watching?”
My jaw drops.
“Yeah I don’t think parents would let their kids watch the Scooby gang if Fred and Velma were doing that in the back of the van.”
Hudson’s laughter increases and is soon joined by my husband’s.
Embarrassment continues to cake my face to the point the best come back I can muster up is, “Ugh. Fuck you both.”
“Definitely.” Hudson smirks, attempting to make a segue.
While the playfulness in his eyes continues to pump for just a moment longer, I continue staring until the seeds of seriousness start to sprout. The shift shoots straight to the desire building between my thighs.
Low grumbles from both men are released as if they each can sense it.
“Time for dessert, Blondie.”
Jason wets his lips, eyes still planted on me. “You can have the first scoop.”
I bite back my moan.
“We’re gonna share it.”
Unsure of what he’s thinking, the two of us divert our attention to his body that’s already in motion. He places his dirty dishes in the sink and motions his head for us to follow suit. The three of us move swiftly towards the bedroom, yet every step I take is filled with anticipation and nervousness.
I’ve barely entered the room before Jason’s hands are cupping my ass. “You wearing panties today, baby?”
My face turns to give him a mischievous look over the shoulder. “Why don’t you check?”
He practically growls as he hastily tugs up the lavender skirt of my spring dress. Instead of bothering to inform anyone of what he does or does not find, he gives my ass cheek a small nip, and lets his fingers guide themselves around to the front. His efforts to make me moan are matched instantaneously by Hudson’s. Jason applies pressure to my clit at the same time Hudson tugs harshly on both of my nipples.
“Love these fuckin’ tits, Gwenny.”
My head lulls backwards only to have the ends of my hair yanked by my husband.
I’ve began to wear it down more often for this exact reason. Seeing it dangle seems to turn Jason on. While I’m not sure if it’s because it constantly reminds him of what it looks like during sex or if maybe he always preferred it that way and never had the balls to mention it, it doesn’t matter. I love knowing he finds me attractive again. That he wants to be intimate with me. That there’s still chemistry between us.
Hudson latches his teeth onto my exposed neck and sucks.
The sharp sting is greeted with a squeak until the light rubbing of my clit replaces it with a sigh. For what feels like a lifetime they share an unhurried, unbridled exploration of my entire body. After I’m guided to edge of the bed, they take turns removing my clothes and teasing the newly exposed flesh. Both men let their mouths roam across my skin, tongues doing circles at every sensitive spot discovered. They swap tastes between their ceaseless rounds of making me moan, and the sight of being passed back and forth on their tongues threatens to make me come undone.
By the time Hudson’s completely naked and has me positioned on the very edge of the bed, I can barely catch my breath.
His eyes pierce mine with pure passion. “We’re both about to fuck you, Gwenny.”
I tilt my head trying to understand through the sexual daze I’ve dove into.
Jason’s hands suddenly sneak around from his location behind Hudson to his package. Slowly, they begin to roll the condom on, and Hudson does everything in his control not to groan. He thoughtlessly pushes his hips into the action, which causes Jason to smirk. Once he’s covered, my ankles are clasped by Jason’s hands and my pussy is being invaded by Hudson’s cock.
There’s no time for doubt or reassurance. There’s not even time for my tight muscles to properly welcome the thickness tearing them to tiny pieces. An orgasm relentlessly washes over me, and I scream so hard it physically hurts.
A pair of identical growls bounces off the walls.
“Fuck, Gwenny, I wanna last longer this,” Hudson groans, fingers bruising my hips.
Slightly ashamed at getting off so quickly and concerned about the first time coming on a cock that wasn’t Jason’s since we’ve been married, I try to push down the building trepidation and skirt past the increasing tension flooding my body.
“Relax, baby,” his voice sweetly commands. “Just enjoy it.”
“We’re both here,” Hudson reminds on a sharp thrust. “You belong to both of us.”
His dick dives deeper, and I can’t control the way my body bows upward for more. My pussy clamps down around his hardness in approval.
Wetness laves every inch of his dick it can reach, and Hudson loudly voices his praises. “That’s right, Gwenny. Take that fucking cock….”
The three of us effortlessly establish a rhythmic rocking that has everyone moaning. They move like an unstoppable unit as if Hudson’s body is an extension of Jason’s and Jason’s is a delicious addition to Hudson’s. Having my husband literally pull me into every thrust without hesitation and having my boyfriend repeatedly fill me, has another orgasm hiding not so subtly.
Trembles overwhelm me, including my voice. “Oh God….”
Another heavy groan leaves Hudson and his cock thickens. “Fuck, she’s perfect, Jason.”
My husband’s grip tightens just as Hudson nudges my g-spot. “And she’s all ours.”
The declaration is spoken with so much pride and devotion it severs the string I was holding on by. I surrender myself to the orgasm on one last sharp cry. A merciless burning spreads through my lungs. Sizzles across my flesh. Engulfs every nerve end. My entire body begins bursting with so much heat I fear the sheets are going to catch fire.
“You come too,” Jason commands on a savage pull.
Hudson doesn’t bother holding back. A beautiful, barbaric groan breaks loose and his orgasm bumps into mine. His head falls forward. His eyes squeeze shut. His slender shoulders shake. One of Jason’s hands relinquishes its hold on my ankle to slide across Hudson’s lower abs. To cradle them closer together. Seeing the three of us blended from end to end only amplifies the aftershocks I’m already barely surviving.
I’ve never felt anything this powerful. This intense. This…soul shaking. Every time we’re together, everything we do together, feels like this is how we belong. Like it should always be this way. However, I can’t stop myself from wondering, if it feels this extraordinary when we’re together, how excruciating will it feel if we’re ever torn apart?
Aunt Whitney: What do you want 4 b.fast tom?
Me: Won’t be there. Weekend @ BF and GF.
Aunt Whit: Ha. My nephew is finally whipped.
Me: AND whipped 2.
Aunt Whit: As long as U R
I close the text and toss the music blaring device back on the counter.
What the fuck am I doing? And I don’t mean dancing around the kitchen to Prince or bragging to my aunt. I’m talking about falling head first in love with not one person, but two. At the same time. Together. But in very different ways. How does this shit even work? How can two people complete one person? How can this shit last? How can this end in anything other than fucking disaster?
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I rush over to the stove where there’s smoke coming out of the frying pan.
Jason questions on a yawn. “Why are you trying to burn our house down?”
After catchin
g a glimpse of him and Gwenny standing in the door way, I wave away the smoke and kill the flame underneath it. “I was trying to make bacon.”
Gwenny crosses over to me in the gray pin stripe dress shirt I wore to work yesterday. She gives the contents one glance and pokes, “But decided to make charcoal instead?”
I sneer at her joke, but the two of them snicker.
“Why are you trying to make breakfast?” Jason asks on another yawn.
A shrug leaves me. “I don’t know….I guess….I just wanted to do something nice for you. Both of you.” There’s an awkward pause followed by me continuing to stumble, “For um…you know. Last night.”
