by Xavier Neal
“Thought you’d like that,” Hudson smugly states at the same time his hands slide under the edge of my purple summer dress.
My mind races over the idea of them having never done this before.
Am I giving him a new experience for once?
Hudson hands don’t allow for any more deliberation on the thought. His fingers give teasing touches as he delicately removes the tiny lacy fabric from my body. Once the small article has been banished he orders, “Do with your tongue what I do with my finger.”
There’s no elaborating. His thick, wet digit thrusts through the tight muscles of my ass shoving my face further between Jason’s. I don’t bother fighting against the invasion nor objecting to his demands. I stiffen my tongue and mimic Hudson’s movement.
“Holy shit,” Jason growls, his body trembling.
The finger inside slowly starts to pull back only to shove itself in further.
This time when my tongue repeats the action, my husband starts panting in a way I’ve never heard before.
His fingers thread tightly through my hair, and Hudson groans, “Fuck her face, Blondie.”
Jason meets the command with celerity. He begins pressing my face tighter against him, rocking against my mouth to the best of his ability. Hudson’s finger also moves faster creating an additional delicious burn. Profanity bounces back and forth between the two of them while my tongue takes on a life of its own darting in and out of Jason’s ass.
All of a sudden, Hudson’s touch vanishes from my behind, and my body is being firmly pressed against his chest. He turns my face to his and slips his tongue between my still parted lips. Having him suck the taste of Jason from my tongue onto his causes wetness to drip along my inner thighs. Hastily, he removes my dress and returns our mouths backs together. His tongue spins around mine in circles so rapidly my brain can barely process how good each caress feels. Hudson’s hands briefly cup my tits before reaching behind me to free them.
As soon as the material is loose, he breaks the kiss and angles my body towards our camera man. He forces the bra to the floor and says to Jason, “See how fucking perfect this body is? Zoom in on that shit.”
Heat fills my cheeks, yet my husband follows our boyfriend’s words like they’re gospel. He leans forward, however instinct has me curling away.
“Ah. Ah,” Hudson scolds grasping both hands behind my back in one of his. “No hiding, Gwenny.” A finger from his free hand grazes my inner thigh. “Let him see how fucking wet you are.”
He uses his leg to nudge mine apart until I’m completely on display.
“Perfect pussy,” Jason whimpers.
I try to hide my face from the camera once more, but Hudson prevents the retreat by bumping his into it.
“Who makes you this wet, Gwenny?”
Jason’s eyes land on mine. “Both of you.”
My husband’s groan is feral. “Say it louder, baby.”
“Both of you.” Hudson’s finger circles around my clit forcing me to mewl, “Together.”
“Need us both, don’t you?” Jason’s question lacks jealousy and envy. There’s almost a hint of delight, which steals a shaky orgasmic breath. “Say it.”
“I need you both.”
Hudson rewards the proclamation with a bite to the back of my neck. However, my gasp is short lived. “Fingers next, Gwenny.” Jason prepares to object when Hudson relocates the phone to his possession. “And keep your body up like that, Blondie.”
I saunter back over to where Jason is waiting. To my surprise he reaches for the lube and offers it to me like some sort of sacred gift. Like he truly trusts me to be a member on this expedition of his sexual discovery. My heart and pussy swell in unison. I squirt a generous amount on two of my fingers and lower them to the area. Hudson hovers closer. Camera practically angled over my shoulder. One finger presses firmly against the hole and his entire body tenses.
Hudson’s hot breath feathers my skin. “Gotta relax, Blondie.”
Jason swallows deeply. On a long, slow exhale, he nods for me to continue. This time instead of just going for it, I make gentle circles, observing the way his eyes become hooded. I repeat the movements for a few moments more then proceed to push a finger inside. The hiss that escapes is sharp. His muscles clamp down around the unusual intrusion, but the orgasmic look on his face reveals his true enjoyment. I engage in a slow back and forth motion that his hips eventually rock into.
“Add another,” our boyfriend commands in an uneven voice.
I take a moment to drink in Hudson’s aroused expression. His half-clothed body is fighting trembles. His mouth seems incapable of closing. His Adam’s apple can’t stop bobbing. He’s hot. Hungry. Desperate.
Being trapped between their desires only amplifies my own. I add a little more lube to the area and then force two fingers into the suffocating space.
My husband’s head plummets forward and shakes. “I can’t….”
“My cock is much bigger than her two fingers, Blondie.”
The word causes his mouth to grunt his grievances, yet his ass seems to clench in excitement.
With Hudson’s words fresh in my mind, I slam my fingers in harder, receiving a ferocious groan and an angry stare. I sharply push once more as if silently daring him to stop me. The sound repeats. The anger waivers.
Hudson’s groan increases in volume while his body moves to better capture the moment.
My two fingers thrust over and over again, losing reluctance with each motion. His body oscillates between acceptance and explosion. Eventually, his level of enjoyment increases past pain and it is at that point I add one more finger.
Jason’s body shudders at the stretching. “Shit….”
“Feels good?” I question in a sultry voice.
“Really fucking good.” He leans forward until our mouths are joined and my tongue is moving with the same voracious rhythm as my fingers. One of his hands cups the side of my face as he lets his forehead fall to mine. “Too fucking good, baby.”
A new boldness takes me over. Abruptly, I remove my fingers, and glide the recording device into my clutches. Backing away from the bed slowly, I dictate, “Help Hudson out of those slacks, babe.”
“Gladly,” Jason growls.
Our boyfriend steps closer to him, and Jason’s hand grazes Hudson’s hard cock that’s still being concealed. He firmly grabs it, eliciting a groan of approval from Hudson.
Jason’s eyes pierce his. “Who makes you this hard?”
“Both of you.”
The force with which it is said steals a moan from all of us.
With their attention completely connected to one another the process continues. Jason isn’t gentle with the removal of Hudson’s belt nor is he gradual. The dispersing of his slacks is swift and effortless like this is something he executes daily.
Because he does.
We both do.
Hudson’s sculpted, naked body takes over the entire focus of the camera, and I have to bury my bottom lip between my teeth to stop from moaning.
How the fuck I got lucky enough to have two men who could make the Greek God’s jealous is still a mystery.
He rolls on the rubber. “You ready?”
I notice the trepidation in Jason’s eyes, however he chooses to ignore its existence. “Think you can handle me?”
My hands keep the camera steady while my eyes drop down to where he’s covering his cock with lube. “I’m gonna split that little ass just like I split our Gwenny’s tight pussy.” Hudson applies a generous amount between Jason’s ass cheeks. “Lay back, Blondie.”
He does as told, swallowing the obvious apprehension. Eager to watch, eager to capture this first-time experience they’re sharing, I crawl onto the bed beside them to position myself in a place where I won’t miss a single moment.
In one slick, flawless motion, Hudson hooks his arms around Jason’s legs and slides his dick past the point of no return. Both men let out deep grumbles though they sound completely opp
osite. There’s a look of uncomfortable pain on Jason’s face while Hudson’s appears to be struggling to not let himself go. The two men enter an erotic stalemate that has me anxious to see how it will be settled.
Hudson’s voice is thick. “I…I need you to relax, Blondie. Take a deep breath for me.”
My husband tries, but it’s obvious there’s still resistance.
“Come on, Blondie. I swear it’ll feel good if you just relax….”
He grouses, “Easy for you to say.”
Thoughtlessly my fingers reach over to stroke his Jason’s face. He instantly leans into my touch and lets out a soft sigh.
“That’s it, Blondie,” Hudson groans. “Let us both make you feel good.”
His eyes fall shut, and I redirect mine to where Hudson is rocking into him. He isn’t cold or cruel with his pushes. They seem steady and controlled. The sight of his strained neck however implies keeping himself that way is taking more strength than holding up my husband’s legs.
All of a sudden, a loud, pleased moan is pulled from Jason. “Damn….”
Another brazen wave washes through me, and I command, “That’s right, babe. Take. It.”
Both men growl through the tremble it ignites.
I’m only left on the sidelines for a minute more.
“Sit on my face,” Jason encourages, hands tugging at my body.
Rather than resist so I just continue to enjoy the show, I let myself relish the notion they want me to be part of it. I carefully close the gap with my ass turned his direction.
A cocky grin appears on Hudson’s face. “Oh yeah. I’m gonna love this.”
The opportunity to question what he’s implying is robbed by my husband’s tongue caressing my clit. “Jason….”
“That’s right, Gwenny,” Hudson praises between harder pounds than before. “Call out his name.”
Jason sucks harshly, leaving me no choice but to repeat it. “Jason….”
I make sure to capture Hudson’s powerful disposition through the eye of the camera. “Make her fucking scream.”
More moans are released, and everything begins to beautifully blur. Jason’s mouth rapidly consumes every inch he can reach in between fighting his groans. Hudson delivers relentless blow after blow as if determined to break the delicate area he’s entered. My body is bounced back and forth between the two of them, kisses salaciously stolen from Hudson every opportunity he’s given. The camera isn’t passed along any more. I’m given the privilege of filming our final steps towards orgasmic bliss. Our bodies seem to lose complete control seconds prior to us shattering. An unearthly scream leaves my lips at the same time Jason’s body bows upward. Hudson’s so encompassed in pleasure he’s not even capable of letting his favorite word fall free. His jaw merely bobs as his body wildly wobbles. Together we whine, shiver, and struggle to call out carnal accolades in an endless loop.
Once we’re all officially sated, Hudson and I slump into a heap on top of Jason.
His body slightly vibrates from his chuckle, while his hands arrange in a way to stroke us both.
He loves us both. He loves us both and after today it is blatantly obvious he needs us both. And despite the fact the egoistical part of me is still reluctant to accept it, the bigger part, the more important part, the part that is grateful we’ve managed to fall back in love, is accepting it. This relationship exists between all of us meaning we’re all needed in our own way. We’re all in this together. We’re all equal and no one person matters more or less than the other. I’m sure we still have a few bumps ahead, but I can’t imagine any other people I would wanna go over them with.
I remove myself from leaning against the gray spa building.
He’s way past his appointment time. Something’s wrong. Something is very wrong, and if it is as wrong as I’m thinking, I’m going to be very fucked. Add this to the long list of reasons I hate Mondays.
Strolling through the glass doors of The Golden Surrender, I wink at the attractive woman whose only job is to greet clients as they walk in.
How men make it to the back without popping a hard on is now a mystery.
At the counter, I give the desk girl a polite grin. “Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon. My name is Jessika. How may I make your surrender golden today?”
The sales line creates a crooked smile on my face.
If that shit doesn’t sound sexual, I don’t know what does.
“Yes. I was supposed to be meeting my brother here. He said he booked us massages at the same time. You know, a little late birthday gift.”
My casual lie receives a sweet expression. “Aw.”
“He said to meet him outside the building a little before one, but he never showed up. Did he forget to tell me he changed our times or cancelled our appointment?”
Her big blue doe eyes fill with remorse. “That would be terrible!”
The overdramatic reactions she’s offering indicates more than expected. Unfortunately for her, I’m a happily taken. Taken by two to be exact.
“It would,” I try to keep my flattered feelings out of my voice. “Do you mind checking for me? Our appointment would’ve been under his name. Nicholas West.”
She lets her fingers fly across the keys in front of her. There’s a short hum proceeded by, “It looks like he did cancel last minute, this morning to be precise.” Another look of sympathy graces her face as we meet eyes. “And it looks like he had only booked one massage. Not two.”
I stuff down my actual irritation to fake the brotherly type. “Bastard….”
“Sorry.”
“Me too.”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
The familiar way Jessika’s eyes drink me in threatens to put a smile back on my face. “No, but I appreciate the offer.” I give her a wink. “Believe me.”
Her fair skinned complexion rubricates, and I spin on my heels to make my exit.
A few months ago, I would’ve been having her scream my name before dinner. Now? There’s only one set of screams and one set of deep groans I ever wanna hear. As much as I never pictured being with the same person, never fucking mind people, this long, I love the fact we’re still together. I love how far we’ve come. I love the idea of us going on like this for a lifetime. Fuck, I wanna love them for a lifetime.
Not even ashamed to admit that shit out loud.
Heading back towards my office, I promptly hit the call button on a recent contact. It rings twice before a squeaky voice greets, “Mr. West’s office.”
“Is the bouquet of roses on your desk not big enough, Millie?”
The woman’s voice drops in volume. “They’re perfect! Johnny was tripping over himself to ask me out this morning when he saw them.”
A good game of jealousy has a fun way of working at times. “Then explain to me why I had no idea that Mr. West cancelled his appointment.”
There’s a brief ruffling sound followed by an almost whispered reply, “Last minute itinerary changes this morning. He had me cancel everything at four a.m. and book him a private jet to Capetown.”
I stop abruptly in my tracks and place my balled fist to my mouth to prevent from shouting. After a deep exhale, I question, “When does he leave?”
“He left at six.”
Motherfucker!
“When does he return?”
“Unknown at this time.”
“Millie….”
“There’s nothing on the books right now, Hudson. I’m sorry.”
My attention is shoved down by stress. “I wanna know the minute you know when he’s returning. Are we clear?”
“Absolutely.”
Without bothering to say goodbye, I end the call and croak, “Fuck!”
The rest of the walk back to my office is occupied with the mental preparation of having my ass chewed out.
Doesn’t matter if it’s not my fault. Doesn’t matter if I paid all the right people and did all the possible planning. Doesn’t matt
er if the asshole slipped away in the wee hours of the morning like a fucking escort from a politician’s hotel room. The only thing that matters is my job did not get done. Papers did not get served. Meaning the worst fucking thing possible is a lawyer who will not be getting paid.
