Walking Away

by Xavier Neal

“Be a Kincaid?”

  “You’re a Kincaid with or without the last name,” I inform sweetly.

  “I love that….” Hudson’s grin remains playful. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Why do I gotta take your last name?”

  I wink. “Less paperwork.”

  The joke is proceeded with one from Jason. “Besides, I am clearly the superior male in this marriage.”

  “My dick is bigger than yours.”

  “My dick is longer than yours.”

  “Tell me you two are not actually having this argument in my office.” Shaking my head, I walk around the desk to retrieve my purse. “Tell me you’re both more mature than that.”

  “We will show you how mature we both are when we get home,” Hudson promises, and I can’t stop my smile from beaming.

  The three of us leave separately after exchanging a few more sexual jabs. While Ronnie called Jason a car service to help get him downtown to us, he insists on riding home in my car with me. Whether it is for the ‘extra protection’ or simply because he doesn’t wanna wait around for a ride, I agree with no argument. Getting him in and out of a regular vehicle is a bit more difficult but not impossible.

  After the three of us arrive home, they insist we shower together to properly wash the scrapes and bruises. Once more I don’t fight the suggestion. They need to scrub away the scum of my assault, and I honestly need them to. In the hot shower we kiss. Rub up against each other. Tease and torment until the water runs cold and everyone’s temperatures are running hot.

  From the moment we exit the shower our bodies seem to never part. It feels like an endless erotic eon of tongues and touches. Sucks and strokes. Moan, groans, and feral noises that make our bedroom feel like the jungle.

  There’s no choice in my position. I’m simply captured on top of Jason’s chest, trapped between his mouth enslaving mine and Hudson’s fingers thrusting into my pussy from behind.

  Cold liquid unexpectedly cascades down the crack of my ass causing me to tear my mouth away to squeak.

  “You’ve had my dick here before, Gwenny,” Hudson slyly states. “Imagine how good it’s gonna feel without the rubber.”

  I practically pant at the idea.

  Jason nudges my face with his so our eyes connect. “And how good it’s gonna feel with me actually inside.”

  The orgasm already begging to be released sends trembles throughout my body.

  Hudson’s finger shoves itself past the resistance of the tight hole. “You better not fucking come until we’re both inside.”

  I motion myself backwards into the movement right on top of Jason’s hard cock.

  He growls, “That better be real fucking soon.”

  “It will be, Blondie.” Hudson’s finger slides all the way out to allow another to join it. At the same time he pushes them in he groans, “Fuck, I can’t wait to come inside of you.”

  My approval is expressed in a heady moan.

  “Save some of that excitement for me,” Jason says with loveable humor. “You’re making my ass jealous.”

  Hudson works his fingers in a steady motion, loosening up the muscles that are still getting used to be invading. “Wife first, Blondie. Happy wife. Happy life. Isn’t that how that shit goes?”

  Beyond desperate to dull the ache between my thighs, I grouse, “Less talking. More fucking, please.”

  Both of them groan and allow their touches to become rougher.

  Jason pushes me upward to cup my boobs. “You know I love it when you talk dirty, baby.”

  “I love when you say the word fucking,” Hudson agrees, lips lingering next to my ear. “Now get on our husband’s cock.”

  My brain doesn’t need to register the instructions. On what feels like instinct, my body moves until Jason’s dick is slid deep into my pussy. His body is straining not to move. Straining not to rock. Straining not to tear me apart as we wait for Hudson to join us. The initial push into my asshole always comes with a bite of pain yet this time I hardly notice. The feeling of being filled by the men I love overwhelms everything else.

  Hudson’s voice is shaky. “Fuck, I can practically feel you through her.”

  Jason seems incapable of more than moaning.

  None of us takes the initiative to move. For just a moment, we allow ourselves to relish in how united we feel. How united we truly are.

  My pussy pulses and the action spurs Jason to thrust into it. Hudson promptly follows with his own shallow push. I attempt to scream at the rapture being ripped from me, but my vocal chords are paralyzed. Instead, tremble after tremble tumbles throughout my system while my pussy and ass attempt to seal their cocks permanently inside of me.

  “Damn,” Jason grunts at the same time Hudson mutters his favorite exclamation. “Do that again Gwen, and you’re gonna make me embarrass myself.”

  “Us,” my other husband confesses from behind me. “Can’t fucking last another round of that.”

  I smirk at their confession and lift my attention up to Jason’s. “Then you two better make the most of your time because it’s not gonna take much to make me come again.”

  They each groan their understanding.

  My eyes fall shut and the heavenly conquering begins. Each takes their time drawing themselves out to slowly slide inside again. The unspoken yet established rhythm has my pleasure in permanent oscillation. However, as my ecstasy increases so does their determination to feel more of it. Gentleness is gradually replaced with beautiful brutality. Soft touches abandoned for savage ones. Satisfaction is stolen in the same breath it’s given. Their cocks swell in unison and the sensation of being able to feel one another through me only makes them greedier.

  The pulsing in my pussy syncs to the one in my ass causing me to cry out, “I’m coming!”

  Jason cages me against him and groans his own submission at the same time Hudson howls his surrender. Powerful gush after gush pours into me from both sides until it has no choice but to let the overflow leak out. Orgasmic waves thrash our bodies around the ocean of euphoria until we’re all drowning in delicious delirium.

  Exchanging of anything other than sweet, satiated filled touches seems impossible.

  Truthfully, I don’t even think words can convey what it is we’re feeling right now, or what we’ve just established together. I don’t need eloquent soliloquies performed any more than I need a judge’s proclamation that our love is valid. This moment was the final seal in solidifying our marriage. This was the beautiful end to so much and the blissful beginning to even more.

  Epilogue

  One year later…

  Gwen’s throat constricts around my shaft, and I bite my bottom lip to distract myself from coming. “What the hell are you doing to her back there? She’s fucking screaming on my cock.”

  “Yeah, well, she’s fucking coming on mine,” Hudson growls through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Gwenny, you want us to come too?”

  She hums her answers shattering all the restraint I have left. My fingers wind tightly around her tangled morning locks and anchor her in place.

  “Swallow that shit, Gwenny,” he groans as scolding spurts splash down the back of her throat. “Don’t you waste a fucking drop.”

  Her gag reflexes pulsating pushes my pleasure past sublime into serenity territory.

  Hudson groans, “Fuck, Blondie, I love when you make that face.”

  I don’t loosen my hold on our wife. Instead I salaciously suggest, “Make one for me then.”

  His body thrusts forward one final time. My husband’s head falls backward at the same time my wife’s mouth breaks free. She successfully screams her enjoyment while he quivers from behind her. The sight of them reeling in orgasms spreads a smirk onto my face.

  Gwen topples over with a heavy thud onto my chest. “How am I supposed to go to work when I can’t even move?”

  Hudson lightly laughs, gives her ass a swat, and then steals a swipe of the juices dripping from her pussy. “How do you think we feel?” He slides his dripping digit between my
parted lips. My relentless sucking instantly stirs not only my cock again, but his. “Mmm, trying to make us late for work, Blondie?”

  He pulls his finger away. “You two shouldn’t taste so good together.”

  My husband winks and peels Gwen’s limp body off of me. With a sweet kiss to her forehead, he states, “Come on, Gwenny. I’ll let you shower first.”

  She grumbles her annoyance at the idea but marches towards the bathroom.

  It’s not like she hates her job. In fact, I’m convinced she loves it more than ever now that it mainly consists of helping locate unique items that people want to purchase as opposed to just helping people locate the ones that had been stolen. After the incident last year she took a little time to reevaluate and decided it was the better part of the business to focus on. While it doesn’t always come with the same hefty commission, she is safer. We worry less. Plus, it even led Storm and Ronnie to meeting their fiancés. All in all. Major win for everyone.

  Hudson plants a chaste kiss on my lips and pushes my walker towards me. “Are we still meeting everyone to celebrate our one-year wedding anniversary?”

  “Back patio at Aunt Toni’s is reserved,” our wife answers. “I had Ronnie confirm it yesterday.”

  We never felt the need for another ceremony. The one we had in the privacy of Gwen’s office was enough. However, his aunts or as we think of them, our mother in laws, were a little sad they weren’t around to witness it. Ronnie was whiney he didn’t get invited to his boss’ wedding and Storm felt like he should’ve been around to give his surrogate little sister away. We all agreed that we would throw a party on the anniversary of it to allow those closest to us to celebrate the union. People still stare when we go out together. Gawk. Scoff. But it doesn’t faze us because the only thing that matters is that we are happily married to one another. Well, most of the time. We still go through typical couple issues like being mindful about leaving your shit lying around everywhere and less typical issues like who should accompany Hudson to specific work functions. He hates the fact he can’t take us both, but we understand his job prefers he keep up the appearance of some sort of normalcy. Not being all together in situations that involve spouses always leaves someone hurt, though we’re learning to cope. He did however get his last name officially changed to Kincaid and is now on all our updated medical forms as the other emergency contact. Bank accounts have been merged along with bills and all the other paperwork. Hudson is in every possible way our husband.

  “Think they’ll bring us gifts?” He questions, taking her side at the sink. “Think they’ll pay for the meal?”

  “We’re paying for it,” I announce and rise to my feet. “So keep that in mind when you start ordering top shelf shots of whiskey.”

  His smug chortle shakes my head.

  Slowly, I use my walker to maneuver myself to where they are.

  I may not be walking completely on my own, but I’m fucking walking. Getting back to the point where I could even use my legs like this was a war determined to destroy me. The struggle. The pain. The shame. All of it was stacked to keep me from succeeding yet my spouses never stop encouraging me to continue. Therapy is every other week now and on a really good day I can use my cane instead of my walker. Being more mobile is amazing, but battling the embarrassment I often feel when we’re in public is brutal. Gwen and Hudson have never once given the impression being out with me in this condition humiliates them. Never once even implied they were uncomfortable. The logical part of my mind insists it’s just me being self-conscious about still being disabled, which is why I don’t bring it up. I won’t let my own pride ruin another marriage.

  When I’m settled at the sink on the other side of Gwen, she rinses off her toothbrush, and turns to let her attention bounce between us. “Are you two sure about this? Are you absolutely positive this is what you want?

  Hudson beats me to the punch. “It’s a little late to be asking that question.”

  We both laugh yet her concerned expression remains. “I’m serious.”

  “Are you gonna do this shit every week?” He huffs. “Cause it’s gonna get really fucking old, really fast.”

  She gives her dark hair a ruffle. “I just….I don’t want a baby to ruin what we have.”

  “It won’t.” My hand reaches over to give her bare back a soothing rub. “Our family growing is only going to make everything more incredible.”

  A smile spreads across her face.

  Hudson playfully states, “I just need to know you’re both taking my name consideration seriously.”

  “We are not naming our child John after your favorite character in Die Hard,” Gwen snaps.

  “But John McClane was the ultimate badass. We will be having the ultimate badass. It fits!”

  Her arms fold across her chest. “And if it’s a girl?”

  “We’re not having a girl,” he insists.

  “We’re not having this conversation.”

  Their playful banter causes another grin to appear on my face.

  It’s only been a month of having Gwen off her birth control shot and the baby conversations have been frequent. When we sat down to discuss it, to make sure we were alright knowing despite whose swimmers crossed the finished line we were both fathers, I didn’t think we’d end up being excited or adamant about making it happen. I just assumed once she stopped getting the shot we would naturally let it all unfold. Somehow the exact opposite happened. Almost as soon as we agreed we were ready to start having kids we started fucking each other more frequently. It’s like the thrill amped up our sex drives, and I’m not even sure we’ll ever come down.

  Hudson catches sight of my growing cock. “Wanna make me late for work, Blondie?”

  Gwen giggles, shakes her head, and plants a soft kiss on my lips and then his. “You two have fun. I’ve gotta shower before Hudson changes his mind and the hot water heads for the hills.”

  He gives her a playful glower along with a swift pop on her ass when she strolls by. His attention lifts to me and the mischief in it is as prevalent as it was the day we met.

  Who would’ve ever thought something magnificent could come out of the accident I swore ruined my life? It’s humbling to think about how one little unexpected misstep altered the entire course of my life for the better. That’s exactly what losing the ability to walk did for me. I’ve not only become a better man but a better husband. Most importantly, I’ve grasped the true gravity in knowing when it’s time to walk away and when it’s time to stay. Walking away from the life I knew before the accident was the right decision. Leaving it behind led me to a type of love I can hardly believe exists. But it does. And I’m the luckiest man in the world to have found it, with or without fully functioning legs.

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