by Opal Carew
She glanced over her shoulder to see him standing right behind her. Then his arm slid around her waist and he stepped even closer, drawing her against his body.
Oh, God, she was between both of their big, hard bodies.
Cam’s lips brushed against the back of her neck, making her pulse flutter. Then Trent’s lips found the side of her neck and the combined sensations sent delight curling through her.
Along with spikes of guilt.
Because she didn’t want them to stop.
“We can’t do this.” She forced the words out, barely able to breathe, her hand flattening on Trent’s chest. “You’re Jake’s best friends.”
He took her hand and drew it to his mouth, then kissed it, making her quiver with need.
“That’s exactly why we’re doing this.”
She shook her head. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Of course it does,” Cam said, his breath making tendrils of hair flutter against her temple. “When Becca told Jake about your fantasy to be with Trent and me, Jake came to us and asked us to bring your dream to life.”
Her whole body froze. “Oh, God. She told you that?”
Trent chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You know that both of us have had the hots for you for a long time. We were thrilled to hear that you felt the same about us. We thought we’d never have a chance to taste your forbidden delights now that you’re married to our best friend, but this...” Trent laughed in delight. “This is perfect.”
“You’re saying Jake is okay with this?” she stammered. “With us… having sex?”
Oh, God, she couldn’t believe she’d said it out loud.
Cam’s fingers stroked her hair, then she felt the clip release and her long hair come tumbling down over her shoulders.
“Jake loves you very much,” Cam murmured against her ear. “He wants you to be happy.”
“So he walked away to let two other men make love to me?” she asked in disbelief.
“Well, he’d love to be here, too, but he thought that would make you uncomfortable.”
“I… uh…” She sucked in a breath. “Oh, God I can’t think.”
Especially with their two hot bodies sandwiching her the way they were, their warm breath fluttering over her skin.
Trent took her hand and led her to the couch. She sat down and then Trent sat across from her, exactly where Jake had sat earlier. Cam grabbed the bottle of champagne and filled her glass. She sipped it, then tipped it back and drained the rest. The bubbly liquid heated her throat.
Cam sat beside her as Trent dialed his cell and a moment later, handed it to her.
“Jake,” he said.
She put it to her ear. “Jake, what’s happening?”
“Didn’t the guys tell you?”
“They said that… Becca told you...” But words failed her.
“Yes, she did. So I arranged for you to live out your fantasy.”
“And you don’t mind if I’m with them?”
“I can’t think of anything hotter than knowing my two best friends are fucking my beautiful bride.”
“How can you be okay with this?”
“Because I know it’s me you love. And nothing will change that. But I also know that the thought of being with Trent and Cam turns you on, and it turns me on knowing that you’ll orgasm again and again while they fuck you.”
She bit her lip and stared at Cam. Then Trent.
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“The thought does turn you on, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, then sucked in a breath. “Yes,” she admitted in a hoarse whisper.
“Then do it, babe. I want you to.”
“But what about you?”
“I booked the room beside the suite. I’ll stay there. Then you can have all night alone with them. You can relax and just enjoy it.”
She was trembling. She couldn’t believe her fantasy was going to come true.
“But what if I want you here?”
“Do you, baby?” he murmured.
“I do.”
He laughed, a joyful sound. “Then that’s where I’ll be. But, babe, I’ll wait a little while so the three of you can enjoy yourselves a little first. Then when I come in, just keep on doing whatever you’re doing. Because I lied when I said there was nothing that turned me on more than knowing my two best friends were fucking you. The one thing that turns me on more,”—his voice deepened, edged with a gruffness that coiled through her—“is the thought of me watching them do it.”
She sucked in a breath, her vagina clenching tightly at the thought of Jake watching while Cam drove his hard cock deep into her at the same time as Trent’s cock filled her mouth.
She held out the phone to Trent, her hand shaking.
Trent put it to his ear. “Is everything all right?” he said into the phone, his gaze locked on her face. Then a slow smile spread across his face. “Yeah. Of course, man.”
He flicked off the phone and pushed it back into his pocket. When he stood up and moved toward her, her stomach tightened. He sat down beside her. Cam still sat on her other side.
She gazed up at him, trembling. “I don’t know how to start.”
The gleam in his eyes took her breath away.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He stroked her hair. The delicate caress sent tingles dancing down her bare arms. Behind her, Cam’s fingers brushed her back, then she felt the tight bodice of her wedding dress loosen. The sound of the zipper gliding down seemed deafening.
She grasped the top of the strapless gown, preventing the fabric from dropping away, but Trent covered her hands and gently drew them away.
“Relax. You don’t really want to keep this on, do you?”
She shook her head. She needed to breathe and the dress felt too confining. She let it slip away and Cam drew it down, exposing her white satin and lace basque. Trent drew her to her feet and peeled the dress down all the way to the floor, then took her hand and guided her a step forward, leaving her beloved dress in a heap on the ground.
His smile broadened, his eyes blazing with heat.
“There. That’s much better.”
She stood before the two men in the skin-tight white garment of satin and lace, thigh high stockings held up by lacy garters attached to the basque, and a tiny lace thong that left her ass completely exposed.
And her white sequined spike heels.
Cam ran his hands down the side of her ribs to her hips. Then he turned her around to face him.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The heat in Cam’s eyes made her feel intensely desirable.
“So are you.” She couldn’t help herself. She rested her hand on his solid chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath her fingertips. “You want me,” she said uncertainly.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. I can barely stop myself from ripping that sexy thing off you and filling you up right now.”
She drew in a deep breath. “I want to see how hard you are for me.”
He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Whatever you want, baby.”
He unfastened his belt and pulled it from his belt loops, then folded it in half, a glint in his eye. Her breath caught as she wondered if he was thinking of using that on her naked behind.
He tossed it onto the chair and then unzipped. A second later his pants were on the floor and all he wore were his socks and underwear. He stroked the front of his boxers, the fabric stretched tight over an impressive bulge.
She grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away, then rested her own on the cotton fabric.
“Ohhh…” she murmured at the feel of his rigid cock under her fingertips, the intense heat of it seeping through the thin barrier. “I want to see it.”
Without waiting for his response, she slid her fingers inside the flap and wrapped them around his big shaft, then drew it out.
It pulsed in her hand, like it was a live thing in its own right.
Trent’s
hands glided over her naked ass and she murmured approvingly, wrapping her hand around Cam and stroking him.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” Cam said.
She bent at the waist, knowing she was giving Trent an eyeful. But all she could think about was pressing her lips to Cam’s big, hard cockhead. She brushed it against her lips. It was hot and smooth. She ran the tip of her tongue over it. Ohhh, she could taste the salty precum oozing from the tip.
Trent cupped her ass and opened her cheeks. She widened her legs for him as she widened her mouth around Cam, gliding down his fat cockhead, easing it slowly into her mouth. Trent slapped her ass lightly. Startled, she jerked forward, taking Cam’s entire cockhead into her mouth.
Then Trent glided his fingers over the crotch of her panties, the thin lace the only thing keeping him from her intimate flesh.
“God, you’re wet,” Trent said.
She opened her legs more.
Of course she was wet. She’d never been so turned on in her life.
She cupped Cam’s balls through the boxers and glided deeper on him. His fingers entwined in her hair and guided her forward even more, until her face was tight to his groin. The feel of his throbbing cock down her throat was enthralling. She drew her head back, wrapping her hand around his root, then glided forward again.
Soon she was moving forward and back, following the rhythm of his guiding hand. Trent continued to stroke her through her panties, driving her wild.
Cam tightened his grip on her hair, stopping her head from moving. She could feel him straining to maintain control, his cock immersed deeply in her mouth. She squeezed him and he groaned.
“Oh, baby, stop. Please.”
She obeyed, enjoying the strokes of Trent’s fingers over her sensitive, wet flesh.
Finally, Cam stepped back, his cock slipping from her mouth.
“Fuck, I love what you’re doing, but there’s more I want to do before you make me come,” Cam said. “I want to see you.”
“Definitely,” Trent agreed.
Trent wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her to a standing position, then began to unfasten the tiny hooks along the back of her basque.
“Wait.”
“What is it, sweetheart? You getting shy on us now?” Trent asked.
She bit her lip. “The stockings are attached. I need to undo them first.”
She sat on the couch ready to unfasten the garters, but the men sat down on either side of her and their big fingers worked away at the small clasps. The light brush of their fingertips on the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs had her heart thudding. Soon both stockings were free.
“Do these have to come off, because they look incredibly sexy?” Trent asked.
There was enough elastic in the lacy tops that she thought they’d stay put for a little while.
“I’ll leave them on.”
He smiled. “Good.”
He angled her away from him so he could continue undoing the hooks on her basque. She could feel it loosening around her body.
She pressed both her hands to the lacy cups, not ready for the garment to fall forward and expose her naked breasts. When Trent finished with the last hook, and she felt a wash of cool air on her newly exposed back, she kept clinging to the fabric.
Cam stroked her cheek, his gentle touch sending tendrils of need through her, and smiled.
“Do you really want to keep holding onto that?”
She drew in a deep breath and shook her head. He drew one of her hands away, then eased the garment from her other hand. As it slipped from her fingers, she watched Cam’s face. His eyes filled with a feral hunger as her naked breasts were exposed.
“Fuck, they’re so beautiful.” He cupped one and her nipple surged forward in the warmth of his hand. He covered the other in his second large hand.
She found herself arching against him, her nipples spiking into his palms. Trent leaned close and nuzzled her neck as he watched his friend caressing her breasts. As his lips moved on her skin, tingles danced across her flesh. She leaned her head sideways, exposing more of her neck to him and sighed as he stroked her shoulder lightly with his fingertips as his lips moved across her skin.
Cam’s warm mouth covered her nipple and she sucked in a breath at the exquisite sensation.
“Ohhh, yes,” she sighed.
Trent drew her back and leaned her against the couch, then he eased forward and took her other nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “That feels incredible.”
Both men began to suckle and she moaned softly.
Cam’s hand trailed down her stomach and over the satin of her crotch.
“You are fucking wet.”
As he stroked her, sending delight fluttering through her, she ran her hand down Trent’s stomach, then over his bulge.
“Why don’t you bring that out for me to see?” she asked in a throaty voice.
“My pleasure.” Trent stood up and shed his pants and boxers, then stood in front of her.
His cock was big and hard, veins throbbing along the sides of the shaft. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked, feeling it pulsing in her hand. She tugged a little and he moved closer. She leaned toward him, still enjoying Cam’s light, teasing touch on her panties, and wrapped her lips around Trent’s cock.
He sucked in a breath at the first touch of her lips. She smiled, then widened her mouth, drawing his bulbous cockhead all the way inside. She sucked on him, to his groan. Cam watched intently as she took Trent’s thick shaft deeper into her mouth. Cam covered both her breasts again, kneading them as she took Trent as deep as she could. He was so long she couldn’t quite take all of him. She squeezed her lips around him as she glided back.
Trent stroked her hair. When she had only his cockhead in her mouth, she sucked, to his groan. She tucked her hands under his balls and caressed them.
“Fuck, baby, I love what you’re doing.”
She slipped off his cock and glided her mouth along the side of him. Up and down, glazing him with her wet mouth. Then she swallowed his corona again.
Cam’s hand slid down her stomach, but this time his fingers dipped under the satin of her panties. When he stroked her slick flesh, she groaned around Trent’s shaft. Then Cam’s fingers slid inside her and she moaned. Trent’s cock fell from her mouth as she arched against Cam’s hand, her intimate muscles tightening around him.
“Now there’s a beautiful sight.”
At the sound of Jake’s voice, she stiffened. Oh, God, she couldn’t believe her husband could see her with a man’s cock in her hand, still glazed with her saliva, and another man’s fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Ah, baby, don’t get self-conscious,” Jake said as he walked toward the couch. He leaned in from behind her and stroked her hair, then tipped her face toward him. His lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss. “I am so fucking turned on seeing this.”
He stroked her hair back from her face and she could see his gaze shift from Trent’s thick erection in her hand, to Cam’s fingers inside her panties.
“Is Trent inside you down there?” Jake asked.
She nodded.
His smile broadened and his eyes glittered with hunger. “Fan-fucking-tastic.” He kissed her again. “Now I’m going to sit down and watch everything.”
He stood up and shed his shirt, then dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. The sight of her sexy husband, standing there totally naked, drove her need higher.
She became intensely aware of the big fingers inside her and squeezed them again. Cam chuckled and began to move them. Gently filling her and drawing them out. Then filling her again. In a daze, she just stared at the cock in her hand.
“Aren’t you going to suck that fucking big cock, baby?” Jake asked. “I’d love to see that.”
She brought Trent to her lips again and swallowed his cockhead whole, then glided deep on him, wanting to please Jake. This time, somehow she got him almost all the way in.
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br /> “Is Cam finger fucking you?” Jake asked.
She nodded.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded again. Cam quickened the pace, his fingers gliding deep and fast.
She matched his rhythm on Trent’s cock. Trent groaned as she took him inside again and again, squeezing him inside her mouth.
“Make Trent come for me, baby.” Jake’s ragged voice drove her desire higher. “Then swallow every drop he gives you.”
Her heart thudded in her chest and her body sizzled with building pleasure as Cam continued to thrust his fingers deep.
She was close. Too close.
She squeezed Trent’s cock in her hand, her mouth and hand gliding over him in unison. She cupped his balls again and caressed them in her palm.
“Oh, yeah, baby.”
She varied her pace. Slow, long strokes. Then quick and short. Then slow and long again. She could feel him tensing and knew he was close.
She slipped off his tip. “Come for me right now, Trent, and I’ll come, too.”
“Oh, fuck, I’d love that, sweetheart.”
She clamped her mouth around him again and surged deep and fast. As Cam fucked her even faster with one hand, he found her clit with the other and began to tease it.
“Mmm,” she moaned around Trent’s hard cock, her pleasure swelling in a rising, tempestuous wave.
Suddenly, hot liquid flooded her mouth and Trent groaned. An orgasm blossomed inside her and she moaned, the sound muffled around his stiff flesh.
Trent held her head tight to him, his groin moving against her in spasms. Her mouth filled up with his come and a little dribbled from her lips. Seconds later, he drew his cock from her mouth and she swallowed.
Pleasure vibrated through her as Cam kept fucking her with his thick fingers. She rode the wave of pleasure, moaning loudly now. Trent’s mouth covered her breast and she clung to him, until finally the blissful delight waned to a glow of warmth through her whole body, and she collapsed on the couch.
As she gasped in air, she glanced to her husband sitting in the chair angled toward the couch and she saw he was stroking his thick, familiar cock. It was so hard she thought it might burst at any moment.
She licked her lips, wanting to take that big monster in her mouth.
But right now, she wanted a cock inside her aching vagina so badly she could barely wait.
