by Selena Kitt
“Feels good,” Lloyd whispered, his hands moving to cup my breasts. I moaned in response, squeezing my pussy muscles, feeling everything tighten, hugging their cocks. Lloyd swore softly in my ear at the sensation and Jack groaned, slowing for a moment, biting his lip.
“Hold still, baby,” Jack whispered, sliding his cock out of me and grabbing the tube of KY. Puzzled, I watched as he lubed himself up, moving back into position between my legs.
“Jack, what are you—?”
“Shh.” His cock slipped downward through my pussy, a wet slide, bypassing the entrance and pressing into the tight flesh of my perineum. My eyes flew open wide and I gasped, clutching him as he pressed his weight into me, against both of us, struggling for entrance. He couldn’t possibly mean to…
“Jack!” I panted, writhing on top of Lloyd, who was trying to hold me still. “Oh no, Jack, not my ass! You can’t put it in my—”
“Holy fuck!” Beneath me, Lloyd’s hips bucked, feeling the tightness, the press of Jack’s cock against his as they slid together into the channel of my ass. “Oh my god!”
I was already stretched, and couldn’t believe I would open any more, but I did, I spread for him, his flesh burning, urgent, his eyes focused on mine. I bit my lip until I thought it would bleed, but I took him, moaning loudly when I felt him slip all the way in, the two of them buried deep in me, beginning to rock, fucking me even more open.
“Ohhhh no,” I moaned, shaking my head, feeling Lloyd’s lips against my cheek, my hair, whispering soft, unintelligible words. His voice was filled with a tightness, anticipation of what was coming, and I knew it was. Their cocks drove into me, from top and bottom, and I had no choice but to let them, to go along for the ride, my body trapped between two hungry wolves fighting for territory, thrusting me past bliss, past conscious thought, past my own inhibition, taking me so high I wasn’t even afraid of heights anymore.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” Lloyd moaned, grabbing my hips, grinding up into my ass. “Ohhh you’re gonna make me come.”
Jack groaned, too, sliding his cock out of my ass, pulling me forward. Surprised, whimpering at the sudden loss of fullness, I knelt at his instruction, too lost, too gone, to even think as he pressed his cock to my lips. I took him, swallowing the first blast of his cum before Lloyd’s cock was there, too, fighting again for position in this orifice, pressing into my mouth, stretching it wide so he, too, could shoot white hot blasts of his cum over my tongue.
“Ohhhh yeah,” Jack groaned, grabbing the back of my head. “You nasty, dirty girl. Swallow those cocks!”
I flushed—my whole body flushed—but I did, eager for both of them, swallowing more cum than I thought possible as they wrestled for room. I couldn’t possibly take it all and their cum dribbled down my chin, over my breasts, but I licked up as much as I could, running my tongue around the sensitive head of first Lloyd’s cock and then Jack’s, feeling them both shudder at the intensity of it.
“Your turn,” Lloyd said finally, and they both pulled me up, hands under my arms, laying me back on the bed, and I groaned as they jockeyed once again, this time between my thighs, taking turns licking and sucking at my clit.
“Oh yes,” I whispered, a hand on each of their heads, wanting more, all of them, all at once. “Oh my god, please, yes, make me come for you!”
Jack moved up to suck at my nipples, and Lloyd fastened his mouth over my clit, lashing his tongue back and forth, sending anticipatory shivers up my spine. I clutched at Jack as I felt my body sailing over the edge, my nails digging into his back, both men working over me, tongues and hands and fingers, and I bucked beneath them, knowing they would hold me, and they did.
My orgasm shook me, shook the bed, left me breathless and panting as both of them moved up to join me, one on either side. Déjà vu, I thought, putting an arm around each. I wanted to stay like that forever—or at least, in this room, with both of them. But I saw Lloyd glance at the clock, and Jack did, too. Checkout was eleven, and while Lloyd had the day off, he would have his real life to return to.
And, so did we. I couldn’t imagine trying to integrate the woman I’d become over the weekend, the one who had taken two men into the deepest, most secret parts of her, and the woman I was at “home” in my “real life.” The thought of going back to work, making kids’ lunches, and giving Jack a cursory kiss goodbye in the morning as we both went off to start our day, was anathema to me.
“I need a shower,” I murmured, running my hand through Lloyd’s thick curls, my other rubbing the short fuzz at the back of Jack’s neck.
“Good idea,” Jack agreed, nodding toward the bathroom.
“Definitely.” Lloyd sat, reaching for my hand, and so did Jack. I smiled between them, taking one of each, and let them lead me toward the promise of a thorough cleaning.
* * *
“I don’t want to go home.”
Everything was packed, all the toys cleaned and put away, the laptop back in its case. And instead of some sexy little dress, I was back into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, appropriate mommy-wear to go pick up the kids in, curled up on the hotel bed that still smelled like our night and morning-long marathon threesome.
Lloyd was gone—our goodbyes said at the door earlier that morning. He gave us his number, but I knew better. It had been a great night, but that was all. I didn’t really believe Jack and I would drift any further into an open marriage than we already had. In fact, once we were back to our little house in the suburbs, I was sure this, all of this would fade like some long ago dream.
“We could stay.” Jack smiled, sitting on the bed beside me, brushing hair away from my cheek.
I sighed, sitting up to face him. “No, we can’t. The weekend’s over.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Well you don’t have to say it like life’s over or anything.”
I looked around the room and sighed. “This one is.”
He kissed my cheek, nuzzled my neck. “Poor Charlie. It’s always all or nothing, isn’t it?”
“Isn’t it?” I sighed again, feeling a heaviness in my belly, not knowing how to make it go, but wanting it gone.
“Hey.” He tilted my chin up, looking into my eyes. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
I smiled, although I felt like crying. “I love you, too.”
It was beyond true, no matter what happened, even if this was one shining weekend in the entire lifespan of our marriage to look back on and remember when we were eighty-something. I leaned in and kissed him, hoping we’d both still be around and loving each other this much when we were that old. In spite of who I thought I’d become over the last few weeks, Jack was Jack and always would be. He was the only man I could open up to like I had, the only man who could push me to the edge of wildness and back, the only man I wanted to be with.
“You okay?” He brushed away one of my tears and I smiled through them, not feeling sad anymore.
“Better than okay.” I nodded, standing up and holding out my hand. “Let’s go home.”
Epilogue
“I have a surprise for you.”
His words woke me up fully, and I rolled over toward him in bed. The alarm hadn’t quite gone off yet—we had ten whole minutes before we had to hit the shower. I couldn’t hear the kids up yet. That was a relief. They’d been holy terrors for weeks after we’d returned from our weekend, backlash, I suppose, or payback, maybe. Jack said we needed to go on little vacations more often, to get them used to it. I wholeheartedly agreed, but it had been months and, of course, neither of us had found the time.
“Hmmm, I wonder what surprise that could be,” I pondered sleepily, reaching for his cock under the covers, knowing I’d find that morning hard-on and already anticipating it.
“Well, that, yeah.” I heard him grinning, but he moved away before I could grasp him. “But something else, too.”
“The kids are really quiet,” I whispered, glancing up at the ceiling where I usually heard them running around long before t
he alarm actually went off.
“That’s part of the surprise.”
I stared at him in the darkness. “What?”
“You’re a sound sleeper you know,” he said, telling me something we both knew. “I bundled them off to grandma’s last night after you went to bed.”
“You did not!” I sat up, reaching over and turning on the light, not caring about those last glorious ten minutes anymore. “They’re not even home?”
Jack leaned back, his hands laced behind his head, smiling up at me. “She’s taking them to school today and keeping them for the weekend.” It was Friday, I realized. Thank god, because I was exhausted.
“What are you up to?” The excitement coiled in my belly, and I flashed for a moment on that one amazing weekend. God, it seemed so long ago now…
“Your surprise.”
“Every time you say that, I end up—hey! Where are you going?”
“We’re calling in to work,” Jack said, plucking his laptop off the dresser and bringing it back to bed.
“From your laptop?”
“No.” He opened the lid and the screen showed a site called ‘The Horny Housewife.’ I raised my eyebrows.
“We’re staying home to watch porn?”
Jack clicked a link and video opened up. At first I didn’t understand, but my body recognized it before my brain did, my pussy and ass clenching as I watched Jack and Lloyd sandwich me between them. Of course, with that black bar across my face, you couldn’t tell it was me…
“I thought we’d stay home and make porn.”
“What is this?” My eyes were glued to the screen, the memory of what was being portrayed there suddenly fresh. “Who is ‘The Horny Housewife?’”
“You are.”
I stared at him and then looked back at the screen. “Me?”
“Aren’t you?” Jack grinned, his eyes lit up like I hadn’t seen them in months. I imagined mine were the same as I jumped into his lap, giggling and hugging him.
“You’re crazy,” I whispered, straddling him, grinding there. “You know that?”
“So let’s get crazy together and put on a good show.” Jack’s hands moved up under my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this, that I was even thinking about it, and I’d struggled for months to try to bridge the gap between the woman I was during my day-to-day routine and the one I’d glimpsed briefly over that long, blissful weekend.
But this…The Horny Housewife? I couldn’t help but laugh, and still, I knew it was true. And why not? What was wrong with a little sexual freedom in suburbia, letting your hair down, taking your clothes off, and surrendering to pleasure? Was that so crazy?
“Ready?” Jack nodded toward the camera—he’d obviously set it all up the night before, while I was sleeping, oblivious. I’d never loved him more.
“Of course,” I agreed, pushing him back on the bed and climbing him like a tree. “After all, the show must go on.”
The End
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A Surprise Revelation - C. C. Morian
Chapter 1
Melissa’s fingers searched for the button to open the window, pushed it, but nothing seemed to happen. She felt a little warm air and realized she had opened the back window by mistake. She still hadn’t learned where everything was on her new Lexus. The car had been a recent gift from her husband, a side benefit of his recent promotion. She had been happy with her not very old Toyota, but Richard said he didn’t want his new business associates seeing her drive around in an old car, so now she had to learn about all the gadgets, which she didn’t care about anyway.
Not that it was a bad car, not at all. And not that she didn’t appreciate it. She liked new things, not shiny new necessarily, but trying new things. But she was so busy now with her new job that she didn’t always have time to change her routine. It was sad that something as easy as a window button seemed like something new, but that’s the rut she was in.
Sighing, she pushed the right button and rolled up to her mailbox. It was full, mostly junk mail, catching up to them from their previous address. Melissa tossed it all on the passenger seat and continued on up the long drive.
Their huge house came into view as she rounded the corner. The house was another thing she hadn’t gotten used to. Not only had they just moved in, but it was much larger than their last place, and that house had been even bigger than any house she had ever lived in. Another benefit of both her and her husband’s success. She had been a little lucky; in her first job out of college she had ended up as a marketing assistant at an internet startup. The company had given all the employees a small share of the stock, and when the company went public she had received a six figure payout. It was certainly not something to retire on, but she had invested it wisely, and ten years later, combined with her current job, it made her feel she was a key part of the family finances, even though Richard made more than she did.
The garage door rolled up to reveal an empty garage. Richard would still be at work. The house and the car were a nice upside to his success, but sometimes she thought life was just getting too complicated, moving too fast. Or slow—each day was the same; they both left for work early, she came home to an empty house, and he worked late. They rarely ate meals together, except on Sunday, and even then Richard was usually glued to his phone, checking emails.
And sex—forget sex. They barely had time to be together, and when Richard finally rolled into bed he was dead tired, or she was asleep. After almost eight years she was still discovering what marriage was all about. One big surprise was that you could be in the same space as someone else, sharing a house, without kids, and not have time to do things together. She had had more sex in long distance relationships after college than she did in her marriage. Now, with the house and their jobs and all the complications that went with both, there didn’t seem to be any movement, any excitement.
It wasn’t that she was unhappy. How could she be unhappy, with a good job, a good husband, a nice house? Just that day, over lunch with her best friend Julie, she had listened as Julie had complained about her husband
John.
“He’s so lazy sometimes,” Julie had said. “He comes home and just plops on the couch, has a few beers, and channel surfs.”
“He’s got a tough job,” said Melissa.
“I know, I know, and I don’t work,” said Julie. “He provides. But he doesn’t have a lot of drive; he’s never going to get ahead like Richard.”
“He’s a good father, isn’t he?” Melissa always thought John was okay, although Julie complained a lot about him.