I didn’t have a chance to say anything, as Logan stood in front of me, took a mouthful of champagne then stepped forwards, clutched my face and angled it backwards, as he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met and mine parted for him automatically and I felt the simultaneous invasion of his tongue and fresh, crisp bubbles that exploded in my mouth. A kiss from Logan was a wonderful thing on its own. If there were eight wonders of the world, then there should be eight sexual experiences in life that every woman had the chance to experience, I’d lay odds that Logan would take the award for most of them, starting with his kisses. I swallowed the champagne, as his tongue sensuously danced around mine with well-practiced ease. How sad was it that I could end the night happy now? From just fingers on skin and a mouth on mine putting me into such a pleasurable state? Trey’s fingers moved to undo the hooks on my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders, before he slithered it away from me and reached around to palm my aching breasts. I whimpered into Logan’s mouth, as Trey gently kneaded with his hands and lay a trail of kisses up the back of my neck, as he tucked in closer behind me. I could feel the outline of his erection against my backside, the rigidness of it was impressive and had me automatically clenching, in anticipation of having him inside me.
When Trey’s fingers started to pinch and pull on my nipples I cried out, the noise muffled by Logan’s skilled tongue in my mouth. He pulled back and sipped some more champagne, as he watched me helplessly writhing. As if they were communicating telepathically, one of Treys hands moved to palm my stomach, as Logan dipped his head and took one of my painfully swollen nipples into his mouth and started to suck. The combined chill of the alcohol and heat of his mouth was toe curlingly good. When Trey’s hand reached down and slid between my legs and gently rubbed the pearls nestled in my swollen folds, I started to tremble. Logan’s lips pulled harder, elongating my tender nipple, as Trey gently pinched the other, while his fingers continued to rub the pearls. I reached up with one hand and clutched the back of Logan’s head to keep him on me, as I pressed Trey’s hand harder between my legs, the friction on my clit was amazing. In seconds I let out a high pitched cry, as a quick short orgasm hit me and leaned back on Trey’s hard body to support myself.
‘You’re still as responsive as ever, Ava,’ Logan smiled as he straightened up.
‘She’s wet, seriously wet. These pearls are coated and I’m going to love sucking them clean,’ Trey groaned in my ear.
‘O God,’ I moaned at thought of it. Logan shrugged off his jacket, tossed it over the back of the chair and started to undo his tie, while Trey released my nipple, clasped my chin and tilted my head back, taking my mouth in a crushing embrace. He had none of Logan’s finesse and fine skill, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and vigour. He made me feel as if he couldn’t get enough of me. That hunger was what I was missing in my marriage, to have someone need me, or want me the way that Logan and Trey made me feel they did. That would make me feel so special. Trey suddenly released me and I heard the sound of him undressing behind me and refocused my eyes to see that Logan was down to his boxers. I felt myself staring at his insane body. He was muscular perfection, lean and defined without being big and bulky, with no fat anywhere on him at all. He didn’t have any tattoos or scars either, no blemishes to mar him. He just radiated power and sexiness and boy, was my body getting the message. Was there any woman in the world who’d be immune to his raw sexual appeal? I sincerely doubted it.
‘Are you ok, Ava?’ he smiled as he moved back towards me. I tried to speak, but nothing came out, so I just nodded instead. He sipped some more champagne, gripped my ponytail at its base, tipping my head back as he trickled the dry crisp fluid from his mouth to mine, the bubbles exploding on the roof of my mouth. I drank hungrily, before he spun me around and pressed up behind me, his erection nestled into the small of my back, as he ran his hands up and down my arms, slowly, letting me shiver at the lightest of brushes against my parched skin. My eyes widened as I took in Trey, who was also down to his boxers. He was stockier than Logan, with the hint of a tan and black and grey tattoos on his bulging biceps, ribs and down that delicious V of his. It made him seem older than he looked, which was good. In my mind sex with someone his age was seriously wrong, I didn’t need a reminder looking at a wimpy body, he had the body of a well buffed man. I watched as he grasped his erection, his eyes slowly raked my body, the lust in them obvious, and I shivered as Logan’s lips returned to my neck and his hands palmed my tender breasts again. ‘Are you ready? To feel both of us working on you at once?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered, unable to take my eyes of the bulge in Trey’s boxers. He was so much bigger than David. I doubted he was as large as Logan, but even so, it was impressive.
‘Excellent response,’ grinned Trey. ‘Because I’m more than ready for you.’ He stepped forward and kissed me again, with his fingers clasping my jawbone as his thumbs stroked my cheeks. He was eager, passionate and animalistic in the way he kissed, like his hunger for me would never be sated and God, did that make me feel good about myself. He pressed in closer to me, backing me up tightly against Logan and I whimpered. I was completely sandwiched between two of the hottest men I’d ever seen. An erection against my back, the other digging painfully into my stomach, while one kissed my neck and the other plundered my mouth. I felt like I was in some weird alternate reality, things like this just didn’t happen to normal people. At least I didn’t think they did, they never had to me, until I paid to make it happen. I tentatively put my hands on Trey’s hips, my thumbs running up and down that dent that had me salivate every time I saw it on Logan. Trey groaned and pulled away from our kiss. His bright blue expressive eyes had turned darker under his hooded gaze and the look made me catch my breath. He suddenly stepped back and dropped to his knees in front of me, laying kisses on my stomach and tracing the edge of my red knickers with his tongue.
‘O God,’ I sighed as Logan’s fingers moved on my nipples with more urgency, pinching, tweaking and rolling. Exquisite torture. Trey reached up and hooked his fingers into the material over my hips and slowly drew my knickers down over my hips and had to tug to extract the pearls from where they were so tightly nestled into me. I looked down as he tapped on my ankle, indicating for me to step out of them and I held my breath as he lifted them to his mouth and sensuously sucked on each pearl with a guttural groan. I felt my core tighten at the thought of him tasting me, of doing that. That was something David would never have done. In fact he’d only ever performed oral sex on me once, when he was drunk and it had felt clumsy and awkward. I’d been so shocked the first time Logan did it to me, the difference in skill, technique and pleasure was … immeasurable.
‘Spread your legs for me, Ava,’ Trey demanded from his position kneeling in front of me. ‘I need to taste you properly. Now.’
‘Do as he asks, Ava,’ Logan purred in my ear, as I hesitated. ‘I promised you that you’d know what it felt like to have one tongue in your mouth, while the other worked on that tasty clit of yours and right now’s that time.’
I did as I was told, and Logan placed one of his palms on my stomach to hold me against him, as Trey lifted up my right foot and placed it over his shoulder. He ran his thumbs up the inside of my thighs, edging closer and closer to my sodden pussy, which was quivering with need. I held my breath as his thumbs opened me up and I clenched in anticipation as I watched his face edge ever closer. I finally sucked in a deep breath, right before I cried out as his tongue swept firmly over my clit, sending shockwaves up through my core. Logan chuckled and gripped my chin, angling my face to his, as his warm lips worked against mine, his tongue delicately teasing my own, in direct contrast to the long hard lashings of Trey’s tongue on my throbbing clit. I could hear the noises of appreciation he was making from down below, as he lapped and sucked and felt myself building up towards another climax. Such little stimulation was required, it was pitiful really. I moaned against Logan’s tongue as I felt Trey ease a finger inside me, gently thrus
ting as he licked away noisily, edging me closer and closer to my breaking point. I tensed my leg draped over his shoulder, drawing him further into me, and he responded with zealous enthusiasm, licking and probing more firmly, his groans rivalling my squeals of delight. Logan’s tongue worked with skill in my mouth, as his expert fingers rolled and teased my left nipple, until some tears of bliss started to roll down my face.
‘No,’ I cried, as I broke away from Logan’s mouth and clutched at Trey’s soft hair as I looked down at him. I could just see his ultramarine eyes gazing up at me and they sparkled as he saw me watching him.
‘Don’t fight it, Ava,’ ordered Logan. ‘You know you need to come again. Give it to us.’
‘It’s too … much,’ I moaned. I felt it, it was going to be violent and raw and I wasn’t accustomed to such powerful orgasms, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
‘That’s why you wanted two of us,’ he murmured against my neck, as Trey sucked and thrust on, pushing me to the limits of my ability to withhold. ‘To experience pleasure on a scale even I couldn’t give you on my own. Come for us, Ava,’ he ordered, as he bit and sucked on that spot that had my body turn to the consistency of blancmange, as he pinched my nipple and Trey took my sensitive clit between his teeth and sucked powerfully. I screamed as my climax hit me with dangerous voltage, jerking my shoulders back against Logan’s chest as my back arched. I tightened my grip in Trey’s hair as tremors jolted my body against his face. ‘Ava,’ Logan sighed. ‘You come so easily.’
‘Wow,’ came a voice from between my thighs, as I closed my eyes and sagged back against Logan’s firm chest. ‘You come so hard and Christ, do you taste good.’
‘Uh,’ I mewled, as he attached his face again, licking and sucking on my puffed up lips.
‘I think you’re a definite hit with Trey,’ Logan chuckled. ‘When he’s done, how about we move this into the bedroom? I have this desire to sink my cock inside you.’
‘Hmmm,’ I sighed happily, then squealed again as another small climax hit me. I felt my leg being lowered to the ground and Trey rose up, like some Greek God from the ocean, his face covered in my arousal, his blue eyes flaming with need. He clasped my face and kissed me aggressively, letting me taste myself on him, before sucking on my lower lip. Logan released me and Trey took my hand and walked me, wearing just my heels, into the bedroom, as I tried to catch my breath. The two of them were going to kill me with orgasms, but what a way to go.
The Bedroom
Logan
I poured myself a glass of water, as Trey settled Ava down on the edge of the bed and bent over to strip off his boxers. She was already happy and we hadn’t even got around to fucking her yet. This sort of appointment I enjoyed, where it was about a woman needing pleasure because of the beauty of it, of how some attention to her body could make her feel. This wasn’t like those appointments with Camilla and Yasmin, where I’d had to fake my desire and interest. Where all they were interested in was getting fucked. There was a difference between women who just wanted a good pounding for the sake of it and women, like Ava, who missed the affection and attention and craved that sensual connection with another human being, someone who missed feeling how a woman should be made to feel all the time. Summer was the same, there was a kind of innocence to their curiosity and need. Summer. Just thinking about her made my cock surge and harden even more. Ava was like an older version of her, fucking her definitely wouldn’t be a chore. I drained my water and strode through to the bedroom, where Trey was kneeling on the bed behind her, playing with her breasts as he nibbled on her neck. Her eyes were half closed, a look of pure bliss on her face. A look I was about to compound when I slid my cock inside her. She was always so vocal and grateful when I breached her tight walls.
I dropped my boxers and heard her let out a tiny gasp of approval and she watched carefully as I ripped open a condom packet and carefully cloaked myself, with a nod to Trey. He moved to the side of her and gently lay her down, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I stepped forwards and gripped her ankles, lifting her legs up into the air, as I angled myself against her clenching opening. I saw her eyes widen with expectation, I had to go gently to start, she always found it painful when I first nudged my way in. It took most women time to adjust to my length and girth, but Trey had got her wet enough for me, that was obvious looking down at her moist hot pink flesh. I really should have let him go first, warm her up for my larger cock, but there had to be some benefits to being me. I slowly inched my way into her, amidst a torrent of cries and squeals and Trey lay on his side on the bed and angled her face to his, as he kissed her to take her mind off what my cock was doing to her tight cunt.
‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I continued to make my way inside. I wanted to just ram into her, all the way, balls deep, so I could hear her scream properly. Nothing stroked my ego like a woman who let me know how good I felt inside her. I slid my arms under her knees and gripped the inside of her thighs as I lifted her hips slightly off the bed, giving me more room to sink fully into her with a grunt.
‘Logan,’ she cried, as she moved her face away from Trey’s. ‘O God, Logan.’
‘That’s it Ava, rock your hips, you’re already relaxing for me. You’ll soon remember how good it feels to have me moving inside you, fucking you, the way your husband should. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, you’re one of the best I’ve ever had,’ I groaned sincerely. She was, there was something about naivety and lack of experience that just got me off even more. The thought that I was one of the few to have breached a woman’s walls always made me extra hard. But no one topped Summer, she was streets ahead of any woman I’d ever been with, and I’d had my fair share even before I took up this gig, so I had enough comparisons to make that judgement confidently. I started to move slowly at first, as she gripped the duvet below her and her jaw dropped, Trey moved to suck on one of her nipples, as his left hand reached across her body to play with her other breast.
‘O. My. God,’ she mewled and I chuckled, as I picked up my pace. Her internal muscles were rippling up and down my shaft as I moved and Trey suddenly sat up to squeeze his cock.
‘Damn, this is hot,’ he groaned. ‘I’d love your sweet lips around my cock, Ava.’ She swallowed hard and I nodded my reassurance to her. We both got tested before working together each time. She looked at Trey and slowly opened her mouth, as she tilted her head to the side. He wasted no time scrambling into position, as I started to ram into her harder and appreciated the sight of her breasts jiggling as I moved. Trey groaned as he slipped his bare cock inside her mouth and she eagerly sucked. She hadn’t fully mastered the finer points of blow job technique, but like everything with her, what she lacked in skill, she made up for with eagerness to learn. ‘Shit,’ Trey grunted.
I spread her thighs further apart and moved closer as I began to power into her properly, the whole bed shaking. Damn it, how I longed for that to be Summer lying there on the bed, accepting me so gratefully, without Trey’s cock in her mouth though. Summer was a woman I wouldn’t share with anyone. She’d be too exhausted from my attentions to ever need anyone else. I closed my eyes and pretended I was with her and automatically had to fight the overwhelming urge to unload immediately. That damn woman wrecked me.
Ava
I could hardly believe I was doing this. For someone who only had sex with Logan a couple of times a night, once a quarter, I was lying on my back with Logan’s enormous cock pleasuring me, with another in my mouth. It felt so wanton, so hot, so erotic. I actually preferred sucking on Trey’s, it was that bit smaller than Logan’s and fitted my mouth better. He tasted sweeter too, Logan had this undeniable masculine scent and taste, slightly bitter and I was more of a sweet girl. My whole body felt alive, every nerve was awake, firing my brain with signals of pleasure and happiness. I’d been a virgin when I met and married David. He was suggested as the perfect partner by my father. I wasn’t forced into a marriage of convenience, but ultimately that’s what it was. I�
�d been heart broken, I was in love with someone I’d grown up with, but I knew father would never have allowed him to be my suitor. Even though I was the youngest of my siblings, and his oil business would never pass to me, he still wanted to ensure that I had financial security and David’s credentials spoke for themselves. For years I assumed that our less than active sex life was normal, until one of my girlfriends laughed when I told her how often we did it and that I was sure I’d never had an orgasm during sex.
She’d suggested I book an appointment with Logan immediately, but I’d stalled. Resorting to a vibrator first, rather than cheating. I’d been stunned to feel what pleasure that piece of plastic brought me and so my toy collection had grown. Every time I thought about succumbing and contacting Logan, I brought a new toy instead. Eventually though I just craved the feeling of someone’s hands on my body, lips on my skin, the feeling of warmth inside me, God, even just a passionate kiss. So I’d emailed him. I tried to shake off the feeling of guilt that suddenly came over me, I always tried to enjoy my night and give into the self-punishment and scolding the next day. Somehow though, tonight felt even more of a betrayal, maybe because I was with two men. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on how good these two men were currently making me feel. I was here now, I’d paid good money and I was going to continue to enjoy myself. I could beat myself up in the morning.
‘Ahhh,’ I cried, as I grasped Trey’s hot cock in one hand and took in some needed gulps of air, before he pushed his way back inside me muffling my screams of pleasure as Logan worked me with all the skill I remembered. His thick shaft rubbed against all my nerves, his pubic bone smacked against my clit on every violent thrust forwards. I swear he was larger than normal, I’d never felt so full before. I heard Trey starting to grunt as he pumped into my mouth with more vigour.
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