Her mind raced from one thought and one question, to another. Was this really happening to her? Tonight, mere minutes away, would she truly experience her first taste of being made love to by two husbands at once? Would she get to watch as Mitch and Kol made love with each other?
She let out a lungful of air and pressed a hand to her shuddering chest. “I-I… Whew. I’m so keyed up, I feel dizzy.”
“You and me both, babe. I’ve been wound up ever since you fell into my arms that first day we met.” Mitch kissed her cheek, lowering her into the hot, bubbling water until she stood in the center of the emerald tub. It was the size of an outdoor spa, big enough to hold six people, and the jetting water’s depth swirled at hip level. Beneath the surface, she could see the indentations of an upright bench seat on either side. One long lounge seat jutted out into the middle between them, and it had a grooved and padded headrest.
She glanced up and saw that two TV screens opposite one another above the ends of the tub indeed played a porn movie, the volume low enough to hear just the faint grunts and groans of ecstasy. A well-built man kissed another hot man—whew, how much stimulation could she take?—while a beautiful buxom brunette woman held their cocks together and tried to take them both into her mouth for a double blowjob.
For now, Kiona shifted her gaze away from the television screens for fear she might embarrass herself by coming just from visual stimulation. Instead, she perused the wide marble tub ledge. It held thick, rolled-up terry towels in scarlet, butterscotch, and bright green. It also was laden with a large tray of pupu hors d’oeuvres, champagne on ice in an elegant sterling-silver bucket, and a woven lauhala basket full of various body oils, lubricants, condoms, and…adult toys?
Oh wow.
Her pulse thumped out of control, her legs went weak. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest and tried to still her erratically beating heart. Her mouth watered at the chocolate-dipped tropical fruits and whipped cream, but that didn’t even come close to the moisture that gushed out of her pussy at the sight of all those naughty dildos and odd-shaped toys.
She swallowed audibly, forcing down a lump of exhilaration. “You, um, thought of everything, didn’t you?”
Kol sauntered forward, stopping next to Mitch. To look from one naked man to the other, made her feel all winded, almost apprehensive. Holy shit, they were hers—both of them. What would she do with two men the rest of her life?
“Damn right,” Kol drawled. “My wedding gift to you both. And I intend for the three of us to have the hottest marriage ever, starting with our wedding night.”
“You know something?” Mitch canted his head. He took in the two televisions screens, the candlelit room, and Kiona’s nakedness. Her clit tingled, instantly engorging at the visual caress. Her ears drank in the soothing, deep tone of his voice. “I don’t know where the hell you two’ve been all my life, but I don’t think I can wait another second to get this night started. You know how hard it was to socialize and keep my mind from straying during the reception—not to mention making sure I didn’t walk around with a boner? I mean, look at you both.” He swept Kol with a lusty perusal, then Kiona. She felt the steam of it right down to the tip of her womb. “Jesus, you’re both so hot.”
“Thanks, man, you’re not too bad yourself. And hell, her? I think I could just ogle her all night long,” Kol drawled conversationally to Mitch, though he never took his glittering gaze off Kiona. “What about you?”
They studied her nudity, one pair of warm, dark-chocolate eyes, the other as blue-green and cool as the waters of the Pacific. Kiona waited like a virginal bride, her flesh zinging with anticipation at their hungry scrutiny while her nipples perked into aching arrows. She inhaled the tropical-scented wax entwined with the faint aroma of the sea wafting in through the overhead skylight.
Angling her head, she heard the rush of the surf beyond the audio of the movie. She imagined it to be the rumble of her world tipping on its axis instead. Here she was at an unexpected yet exhilarating crossroad, offering herself up for a liftetime to two men at once. Nostalgia gripped her, and she welcomed the sting of tears behind her eyes.
I will remember this moment forever.
“Uh, no. Looking isn’t nearly enough for me. I definitely need more.” Mitch stepped over the tub’s side, splashing as he went. He reached out, his long fingers curling around the nape of her neck. She caught the essence of his musky cologne when he pulled her close, melding her body against his warm, long length. “You’ve sampled her plenty of times before, so if you want to ogle, you go right ahead and ogle all you want. But me? I’ll be touching, tasting, smelling, and making love to her all night long.”
“Mmm…” She didn’t know if the purring sound of concurrence came from her own throat, from the movie, or from Kol, but clearly there was no disagreement as to Mitch’s privileges.
Looking up into his handsome face, Kiona gazed beyond him to the beautiful picture the skylight made on the vaulted ceiling. Kol had drawn the shutters on the massive picture window above the tub, no doubt to ensure no prying eyes from the paparazzi. During the wedding and throughout the night, Jager had seen that bodyguards had been posted down by the shore, as well as along the road and at various posts on either side of the property. But in Mitch’s world of fame, there could still be the possibility that one persistent reporter—or perhaps even a disgruntled employee—could get lucky enough to have been tipped off about the wedding and permeate the defenses. Apparently, in the extraordinary world of Hollywood, one could never be too discreet.
As a result, to provide them a hint of the outdoors while still maintaining their privacy, Kol had instead opened the large window built into the slanted ceiling. The faint candlelight in the master bath drove away any lunar glow that might have angled in from the screened opening, but it didn’t diminish the beauty above them. The skylight was enormous, and it framed a scatter of white stars over the black velvet of night. Every now and then, she could see the swaying shadow of palms against the backdrop. Wispy gray clouds highlighted by the moon’s silver rays, streaked across the picture, making her wonder if another storm brewed.
“Hell with that, I’m not going to watch the whole time.” Kol climbed into the tub behind Mitch and reached for a tube of massage oil. Kiona caught the fruity scent of honeydew seconds after she heard the flip of the cap.
Mitch held her gaze captive with his. “Then get to work,” he replied with a grin just before he ducked his head and captured her mouth in a voracious kiss.
Mitch’s moan of pleasure vibrated on her lips and tongue. She heard the woman in the video whimper, and cracked one eye open to see a well-built man now licking her pussy while the other man forced his cock into her mouth. Kiona’s cunt ached, dampening as she imagined her own clit being devoured in the same way, her mouth invaded by a swollen shaft.
With her eyes still open, she set her hands on Mitch’s hard biceps and swept her tongue deeper into his mouth, exploring his delicious dampness, inviting him to spar with her. Kiona’s fingers dug and caressed as she shifted her gaze and watched Kol over Mitch’s brawny shoulder. He worked the oil between his palms and started rubbing down Mitch’s back. With Kol’s increasing pressure and movements upon Mitch’s back, Mitch leaned closer to Kiona, escalating the intensity and speed of the kiss. His mouth moved hard and wet over hers as he let out a muffled groan of pleasure. He still tasted of the faint traces of effervescent champagne. It made her drunk on his kisses, and she opened wider, offering herself up to him completely.
Kol’s attentive massage forced Mitch’s body to move and sway in the water, which in turn had her nipples brushing and bumping Mitch’s smooth chest. Her areolas puckered, aching for more stimulation. She pressed closer, rubbing harder, her nipples dragging over Mitch’s. Her nubs tightened almost painfully, causing a flood of desire to spread down from the tight tips and spill into her loins.
Mitch moaned his approval, his nipples as hard as hers. His tongue retreated, traced he
r lips, then pushed back in even as his hands skated down her back and cupped her buttocks. His body shifted and rocked in the water, moving with Kol’s ministrations on his back. It caused his hard-on to grate over her moist-hot cleft, which in turn, ignited her libido into a full-fledged inferno.
She groaned into the kiss, finally closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around Mitch’s neck. There could be nothing more erotic in this world than being devoured by an attractive celebrity, while the man she loved worshipped that same person with the talented hands she knew so well.
She surrendered to the madness of it, leaning into Mitch. He kneaded her ass cheeks, sending repeated frissons of heat to her loins. He wedged his manhood closer, and her come oozed out onto the head of his cock before being washed into the water. She wanted to be filled just like the woman in the movie, one man’s huge cock now pummeling her glistening pussy while the other one sucked on her pink areolas. Kiona’s clit engorged, throbbing with the desperation of that sudden craving. Her nipples stung with need when he reached between them and closed one hand over her breast, grazing the tight pebble with the palm of his hand.
“Mitch…Mitch,” she purred against his mouth. “I—oh, God, I want…”
She hadn’t finished her plea, but he sensed her urgency. He responded by leaning down and lowering her onto the reclining seat just beneath the water’s surface. His mouth remained sealed to hers, his hands and arms cradling her with gentle care. Whirls of steam wafted up to engulf her face as her bottom settled back onto the hard surface, and hot water embraced her from her toes to her shoulders. She let her head fall back onto the headrest when Mitch finally tore his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Mitch rasped, kneeling on the seat to her right. His eyes glowed with lust, yet there was also something else intense and oddly emotional that Kiona couldn’t name. He trailed his hand down one of her legs, lifting it out of the water. “So stunning, lying there naked in the water. So fucking sexy, I can’t catch my breath.”
Mitch’s finger whorled around the tattoo on her ankle. His brow furrowed as he studied it. “Ah, so that’s what it is. Kol’s name surrounded by a pretty little red heart. Well, you know what that means don’t you?”
She shook her head, his hot touch making her breath catch in her chest.
“You’re going to have to put my name on your other ankle.”
“I-I…okay, I’ll be sure and do that first chance I get.”
Mitch chuckled. “Come here,” he said to Kol. Apparently loath to shun Kol, Mitch reached behind him and tugged Kol’s arm until Kol’s chest and narrow hips were pressed against Mitch’s backside. The move, both sexual and endearing, beset Kiona with another rush of giddiness and desire that snaked into her womb.
Looking over his shoulder, Mitch’s gaze locked onto Kol’s with a level of heat Kiona had never seen in a man before. “And you. Goddamn if you’re not the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Keeping his head turned, Mitch captured Kol’s mouth in a quick, tongue-delving kiss. As he devoured and growled his pleasure, Mitch guided Kol’s oily hand down to his cock and closed Kol’s palm around the steely hardness.
God help her, it made her heart stop and her mouth water.
Kol sighed, broke free of the kiss, and voraciously attacked Mitch’s neck with sucks and nips. All the while, he jacked Mitch off with his lubricated palm, eliciting such a salacious response from Mitch, Kiona gasped in speechless awe.
At that one earth-shattering, carnal moment, Kiona saw an unleashed, hungry side of Kol that she hadn’t fully realized existed, even with his recent confession of bisexuality. It was as if there had been one piece of the puzzle missing in their relationship, but not loud or large enough to make her take full notice before now. Had she known sooner, it certainly would have spiced things up in their already kinky love affair. Now this…this was mind-boggling. She was nearly delirious with thrilling, pussy-soaked confusion at what she should do next. Just let them go at it, or reach out and insist on being a part of it?
But there was no need to stress over it for long, she concluded when Mitch leaned down and caged her in, planting his hands on the rim of the tub on either side of her. He nudged her thighs apart, settling his knees on the bench between her calves. “There ya go, spread those gorgeous legs for me. Let me in.”
Lowering himself into a half-floating position over the top of her, he bent and took her mouth with his again, pillaging and plundering every last inch and crevice of her orifice. She arched upward, winding her arms around his neck, bringing him further down into the water so his body stretched atop hers beneath the foamy surface, skin-to-skin, heat-to-heat.
Kol shifted with Mitch, settled onto the seat at her left, and continued to jack Mitch off between her body and Mitch’s.
“I need it now,” she whispered against Mitch’s mouth. Kiona raised her hips, and what maddening glory it was to feel the head of Mitch’s penis periodically brushing her labia while Kol jerked him off harder, faster. “Watching you two like that is so—God, I need your cock inside me before I explode.”
He smiled at her with a tenderness that made her breath catch. Reaching one hand between them, he closed his palm over Kol’s knuckles and let out a hiss. But Kol didn’t let up on his hand movements. Instead, he relaxed into the underwater seat and groaned, gripping his own rod with one hand while he continued to pleasure Mitch with the other.
Mitch squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself on the tub’s rim and tipping his head back. He tightened his grip around Kol’s wrist. “If you keep that up, I’ll come before I even get inside her. Let’s slow it down.”
Mitch’s gaze scanned the tray of appetizers as if he searched for a miracle to help achieve some patience of his own. He floated over, settled onto the other underwater bench, and reached for a huge, chocolate-covered strawberry. Dipping it in the whipped cream, he winked and said in a husky voice, “I have a feeling the three of us are going to be up all night. We’ll need all the energy we can get.”
When he held it to her lips, she opened her mouth and closed her teeth over the pointed tip of the berry. The sweet-cocoa, creamy flavor burst in her mouth all at once. She chewed, sighing, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“I still can’t believe this. It feels like I’m in a dream, in some Eden somewhere off on a distant planet or something.”
“I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the dream.” Mitch dipped the remainder of the berry into the fondue bowl and leaned across Kiona’s breasts to offer it to Kol. “We’ll start our Eden with fruit, then move on to more…interesting things to dip.”
Kol bit off all but the stem. He grinned, speaking around a mouthful of food. “Like bananas and melons.”
“Damn right.” To prove his agreement, Mitch chose a banana piece, dunked it in chocolate, and popped it in his mouth. “Every last one.”
“Wow, we’re really married,” Kiona said, a breathy tone escaping from deep in her throat. Steam wafted up from the surface, and she stretched, basking in the heat of the water. Her muscles gradually relaxed as the jets pounded against her back and rear end. “We actually pulled it off.”
Kol poured a half-glass of champagne into each of three fluted crystal wineglasses. He handed one to Kiona and one to Mitch.
“To us and a long, happy, three-way marriage.” Kol raised his glass in a toast.
Kiona and Mitch beamed their agreement. “To us,” they murmured in unison, then lifted their stemware to clank them against the rim of Kol’s. The ping of crystal echoed in the room. Together, they drained their first glass of champagne as a married trio.
“Now for some fun…” Kol set his glass aside and plucked a long, penis-shaped vibrator out of the basket. “But not to worry,” he grinned boyishly, twisting the end so that it leapt into a whirring song. “They’re all waterproof.”
“That’s handy.” Mitch laid his arms along the edge of the tub. His gaze drifted to the movie when one man
started sucking the other’s cock. Still holding his empty wineglass, he nodded his approval, twirling the stem between his thumb and forefinger.
Watching Mitch study the porn flick with an approving eye stirred Kiona’s libido with wicked heat. She let out an exaggerated sigh, but cut the sound off abruptly when Kol dipped the toy into the chocolate and held it to her mouth. “Go ahead, babe, eat my cock.”
She giggled. “Your cock?”
“Make that our cock.” Waiting expectantly, he arched one dark eyebrow. “Go ahead, lick it off. Don’t want to get anything sticky in the water, now do we?”
“Mmm,” was all Mitch could contribute to that as his lust-filled gaze shifted from the TV to Kiona and Kol. Obviously enjoying the show, he poured himself another glassful of bubbly, then sipped leisurely as he splashed some into their glasses, as well.
The image Kol’s words conjured up caused something warm and gooey to settle in her womb. She opened her mouth, locking her eyes on Kol’s, and let him slide the chocolate-dipped, quivering faux-cock into her mouth. The flavor of sweet cocoa melted on her tongue, oozing along her now chattering teeth and inside her cheeks. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the vibrating bulk, and knowing they watched her, as if she gave yet another man a blowjob, induced her to plunge her hand under the water and ease the ache between her legs. Her sex-lips were swollen, her clit as hard as a nugget. And her cunt—she slipped a finger slowly inside herself—was hot and moist, ready for a man. She moaned around the bulk of the toy, deep-throating it faster, excited when the two of them groaned at her uninhibited interplay.
“Goddamn, that’s so fucking sexy,” Mitch muttered, palming himself beneath the water.
“No shit.” Kol dragged a finger along her jaw, down over her collarbone to one light-brown peak. He pinched and twisted it, making her breasts ache and lust ignite in her bloodstream.
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