Dare Me (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  I don’t have to ask him twice; he spreads my legs as far as they’ll go so he’s back in missionary position and starts driving himself deeper inside me as hard as he can.

  My tits are bouncing with all their might as he fucks my body, pushing me up the mattress little by little.

  “Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Fuck! Fuck me harder,” I beg him.

  I don’t know why I want it so rough, but I need it rough. I want him to fuck the absolute shit out of me, so I go home with a well-fucked pussy for my husband.

  Brett would probably nut if he were here right now watching Arden fuck me like this. He wouldn’t last long at all, and I can’t wait to get home to tell him every dirty detail.

  Looking into Arden’s eyes, I can see that he’s about to cum, so I raise my hips off the bed and begin fucking him back, meeting each and every thrust.

  Somehow he gets even deeper inside of me in this position—something I didn’t think was possible because I was already filled to the brim—and it feels fucking fantastic.

  Sweating and grunting, he begins to go faster than I can keep up with as he finishes inside of me.

  “Whew,” he says wiping his brow. “That was some good stuff. I don’t know why your husband would want to loan you out and give other men turns with your pussy, but I thank him for it.”

  Smiling, I turn over and prop myself up on my elbow while he begins making his way to the front of the cab.

  “Because he knows how good it feels and he wants other guys to have that same pleasure. He also likes for me to explore my sexuality and do what makes me happy.”

  He opens the driver's door and gets out of the truck, still stark naked.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask him.

  “Taking a piss,” he mumbles over his shoulder, tossing his condom across the gravel.

  I shrug and begin gathering my clothes off the floor.

  “What are you doing?” he asks as I hook my bra.

  “Getting dressed so you can take me back to the bar so I can go home.”

  “Oh, I thought we were going to go again,” he says.

  This man is a fucking machine, but you know what? Brett would get off on me being fucked twice before I come back home to him.

  “Okay,” I smile and toss my bra back on the floor. “Round two?”

  Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hand around his semi-soft cock and take him inside my mouth.

  Licking and sucking on his tip, I slowly work my way to his balls and take them in my mouth as I look into his eyes.

  A smile creeps across his face as he pulls my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his fist.

  “Yesssss,” he hisses as his eyes close.

  Finding his weak spot, I continue to lick and suck on his balls while I jack him off with my hand until he’s fully hard.

  “Let me have some more of that sweet pussy,” he says, helping me off my knees. “I need to taste it again before I let you go back home to your husband.”

  Going back down on me, he fingers me as his tongue lashes out against my clit. Pleasuring me until I’m wet again, he reaches for a shelf above his bed and slips a fresh condom on.

  I feel him starting to go soft after a few minutes.

  He pulls his dick out and tries to get it hard again, but no luck.

  “Ah,” I say. “Whiskey dick?”

  He nods, and I can tell he’s embarrassed.

  “Give me just a minute,” he says.

  “No need. Let me help you out. Here,” I hand him my phone. “Take a couple of pics of me going down on you for my husband.”

  I sit up and slide off the bed, kneeling in front of him and begin removing his condom. Taking him into my mouth, I lick his shaft as I look up at him, taking him into my mouth.

  His semi-hard dick quickly becomes erect once again and I deep throat him until my lips are touching the base of his pubis. He grabs the back of my head and slowly begins to fuck my face, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth as I do my best to relax my throat muscles to accommodate him.

  “Oh, Cathy,” he calls out. “You’re too fucking good at this. Mm-mmm!”

  I hear the camera on my phone clicking away as he snaps pictures of me sucking his cock.

  Brett is going to like these pictures, too.

  I moan back, “Mmmmm,” as I bob my head back and forth, working his black cock in and out of my throat.

  I feel his shaft starting to swell, and his balls shrink up closer to his cock, so I pop his dick out of my mouth and begin jacking him off. My saliva is cover his cock, providing ample lubrication.

  “That’s it, give me your come,” I fervently stroke his cock, pointing his head right at my tits.

  My powerful words are enough to push him over the edge and thick ropes of jizz shoot all over my chest. Pleased with my handiwork when he’s finally finished releasing his load onto my breasts, I smile as I admire the white pools of cum.

  “Here,” he tosses me a hand towel. “You’re way too good at giving head.”

  Wiping my chest, I grin.

  “Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for taking pictures for me.”

  Speaking of my husband, I pick up my phone to text him and let him know that I’ll be coming back home in just a few minutes.

  I see I have three missed calls and some text messages asking if I’m all right.

  Shit.

  I never heard my phone ring, so how did I miss these calls? Checking the side of my phone, I see that I must have flipped the phone to silent and didn’t even realize it.

  B: Where are you? Are you going to be on your way home soon?

  B: Cathy? I’ve tried calling you; please pick up.

  B: Babe, I haven’t heard from you for almost 45 minutes, and I don’t like this.

  It’s been nearly an hour since I sent him the first set of pictures and video of Arden and me. He must be worried sick.

  C: I’m here. I’m okay. My phone got turned to silent, so I didn’t see you were trying to get a hold of me. We ended up going for a second round. I’m getting dressed right now.

  B: You had me worried. I was about to call the cops.

  C: I’ll call you as soon as I’m driving home.

  “Is your husband worried about you?” he asks, studying me as I text Brett.

  “Yeah, my phone was on silent, so I didn’t answer when he tried calling, but he’s okay now. I told him I'd be home in a few minutes.”

  On our way back to the bar, we listen to some old school jam—Aaliyah, Are you that somebody—and I thank him for the ride.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I kiss him. “Thanks. I guess I’ll talk to you later?”

  “Yeah, I’ve still got your number from when you gave it to me in the bar. I’ll text you sometime.”

  After I have the engine running and fasten my seatbelt, I call Brett to let him know I’m safe.

  “I’m on my way home now. I’m pulling out of the bar’s parking lot.”

  “I was so worried about you, Cathy. Don’t ever not answer your phone. I almost called the police.”

  “I’m sorry, I feel awful.” And I do, I feel terrible for making him worry about me. “I didn’t know my phone got turned on silent. I promise I’d never worry you on purpose. I did get some more pictures for you, though.”

  I know he can hear my voice smiling through the phone.

  “You did, huh?” Now I can hear him smiling, and it makes me feel better. “What are they?”

  “I don’t know,” I giggle. “I guess you’ll have to do a phone check when I get home.”

  “Oh, I’m going to inspect a lot more than your phone when you get here.”

  “Oh?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I’m also going to do a panty inspection. I want to make sure you were thoroughly pleased.”

  “You won’t be disappointed,” I say. “Okay, I’m home. Parking in the driveway right now.”

  Brett’s not sitting at his desk where he usually is when I walk into the house,
but as I glance down the hall, I can see our bedroom door cracked and the soft glow of the television.

  He’s waiting for me in bed, completely naked and hard as a rock. I can see his erection through the blanket as I toss him my phone.

  “Take your clothes off while I do a phone check,” he says.

  His deep voice sends goosebumps down my spine. I can tell that he’s totally turned on and ready to go.

  Kicking off my shoes, I begin undressing as I watch his face grin in delight while he scrolls through my camera roll.

  “Did I do good?” I ask.

  “You did better than good,” he leans up off the bed. “Come here; it’s time for me to reclaim what’s mine.”

  Chapter 13

  Wrapping his arms around me, the two of us collapse on the bed together, passionately kissing as if our lives depend on it. Our lips are sealed, and I can feel the thudding of his heart beating in his chest as he awakens every nerve ending in my body.

  I’m so turned on by the way he wants me. It’s animalistic, primal, and raw.

  It’s greedy.

  From my head to my toes, it feels like an electrical impulse is tingling throughout my body, making every hair stand on end.

  His lips are on mine, devouring me as his hands quickly erase any trace of Arden off of my skin while they wander and explore my body. He’s completely consuming me, and I love it.

  The desperate need to have me right this second is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen…until I look in his eyes.

  “You have no idea what those pictures and that video did for me,” he says, his mouth and hands busy on my body.

  “You liked it, huh?”

  “As soon as I saw it, my stomach did a somersault, and I felt this twinge of jealousy and anxiousness that I can’t describe.”

  “Was it in a good way or a bad way?” I sit up halfway and face him.

  “Oh, baby, it was so fucking good. It turned me on. My dick got hard instantly,” he presses his erection against me as if to show me proof.

  His hungry eyes say that he owns me and he’s reclaiming what is his.

  “Please,” I whimper, biting my swollen pouty lip. “I need you inside of me.”

  “Not yet,” he trails kisses down my torso. “I want to taste what he did to you.”

  Oh my fucking god! This man is a fucking animal tonight.

  His tongue doesn’t lightly trace or sweetly kiss my clit like it normally does.

  No, there’s nothing delicate about the way he’s letting me know that this is for his pleasure just as much as it is for mine.

  Instead of taking his time, nibbling and sucking my hood, his tongue pushes deep inside of me, tasting my wetness—a combination for both him and Arden.

  Cupping my breasts, I arch my back, squeezing my nipples as my head digs deep into the pillow.

  “Fuck, baby,” I mumble.

  It’s all I can get out before he flips me over, placing his palm on the pillow next to my head as he leans over me and whispers.

  “Now I’m going to take what’s mine.”

  His knee pushes my thighs apart before he plows his cock deep inside of me and holds it there.

  “This pussy,” his husky voice whispers, moving my hair by my ear, “belongs to me.”

  He pulls himself out of me before slamming it back inside of me.

  “This is my pussy, Cathy, and I own it.”

  Whimpering into the pillow, I beg him for more and confirm what he says.

  “Please, Brett, fuck me. Fuck him right out of me.”

  Those words unleash a beast inside of him that I’ve never seen before.

  Feeling his chest pressed against my back, his hands grab hold of my hips while he fucks me senseless. His erratic breathing brushes against my skin, intensifying the electrical impulses that have been tingling from my core since the moment he touched me.

  “Do you feel that?” he grunts. “This is what you do to me.”

  Growling in my ear, he raises my hips in the air and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward.

  “Don’t you ever forget that,” he rumbles as his balls tighten and he pumps me full of his seed.

  His come begins shooting inside of me like molten lava, and I can feel the stickiness on my thighs even though I know he’s nowhere near finished.

  “Oh, Brett,” I cry out.

  Something about the way he’s holding me, his body writhing against mine with his come buried deep inside me pushes me to the point of no return. My back arches as my inner walls begin to contract with each orgasmic wave that washes over me.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please,” I plead with him.

  I need him to keep fucking me. I need to feel myself coming on him. I need him to let me ride it out.

  The two of us fall onto the bed in a sweaty, tangled, breathless mess.

  “I love you,” I say to him.

  “I love you, Cathy Barker,” he pushes my sweaty locks away from my face. “Come here.”

  Nestling into his arms, he kisses the top of my head.

  “So how was he?” he asks.

  “Arden? He was good, but it wasn’t you.”

  He looks into my eyes and smiles.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah,” I lean on his chest and fold my arms across his rib cage. “All I kept thinking was how much better it would’ve been with you there. I know we’ve talked about me eventually going out alone with someone, but I wanted you there. I wanted a threesome.”

  “It’ll happen,” he reassures me. “I have no doubt about that. We just have to weed out all the flakes to find a good one.”

  “Well, I don’t think it’s Arden. I don’t believe he’s our guy,” I pout.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know,” I shrug. “I mean, he seemed okay with me taking video and pics, but he didn’t seem so keen on the idea of inviting you along in the future.”

  I look up at him to see what he thinks about that.

  “Oh, but he was plenty interested in me coming to see him when he comes back into town,” I add.

  “Cathy?”

  “Hm?” I ask.

  “I want you again.”

  “Again?”

  He never goes twice in a row.

  “Yeah, I need to have you again.”

  For some reason, I know exactly what he means. I need to have him again, too. It’s like I can’t get enough of him.

  “Me too.”

  He leans over and kisses me while I reach down, grabbing his semi-erect cock.

  “Wow,” I giggle. “It’s not going to take much to go again, is it?”

  “Cathy, it never takes much with you.”

  This sex is so much better than the sex we’ve role played when we were talking about me being with other men. It’s much more meaningful and powerful than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

  We’ve role played everything from pretending we were being watched to what it would be like after another guy has been inside of me to what it would be like if he just watched another man fuck me.

  None of it compares to any of this.

  Reclaim sex is the best sex. It’s raw, passionate, primal and needy. It’s perfect.

  Brett and I had sex twice before we fell asleep and then we stayed in bed together the entire next day, making love and fucking each other’s brains out.

  I didn’t think either one of us was able to get enough of each other, but probably for different reasons.

  For him, it was all about reclaiming me and taking back what’s always been his, wiping away any traces of another man. It’s almost as though I was a trophy and he had to polish the fingerprints off of me.

  It was different for me. I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel wanted by him, and somehow, making endless love with him for more than a day straight made me feel appreciated by him.

  Sleeping with Arden was almost a complete mind fuck for me.

  I had a blast with him, a
nd it was fun to go to the bar to pick up another guy. It was even better when I got to be naughty and “cheat” on my husband, even though it wasn’t cheating since I had his permission and he knew exactly what I was doing.

  But after it was all over? I felt regret and shock. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had another man inside of me.

  The odd part is, I didn’t feel regret for all that long, and it seemed to come and go in waves. One minute I’d feel guilty, and the next minute I was completely fine with the way everything went down.

  Perhaps the most stunning part isn’t that I went through with it, but that my husband was okay with it.

  For some reason, I expected him to be angry or upset by it after we both came down from our sexual high, but he wasn’t. He treated me like he does any other day and it was like nothing happened.

  His love and respect for me didn’t change one bit. If anything, it grew deeper.

  They say that married pussy is the forbidden fruit that many men would like to have but very few get to experience, and I understand it now.

  I know something changed after that night, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I think it’s the way we look at each other differently now—and not in a bad way.

  It’s in a very good way.

  It’s like we both learned something about ourselves. He learned that he can let me fuck other men and that I’ll come right back to him. He knows I could never leave him; I’ll always come back to be in his arms.

  I learned that I can go through with it and that he doesn’t look at me differently for it. There’s this unspoken bond between us.

  I belong to him.

  Mind, body, and soul.

  And it doesn’t matter who I’m with or what I’m doing. Even during sex with another man, the thought of him was never lost on me. In fact, he’s all I could think about.

  And the reclaim sex made me realize that living this type of lifestyle isn’t just about fucking other men. That’s a small part of it, but being able to let another man enjoy my body while I enjoy his isn’t anything compared to the intimate relationship and sexual satisfaction that Brett and I have.

  There are very few couples who can live this type of lifestyle and understand what it means to fuck someone else and then come home to have meaningful sex with your spouse. It’s a mental and spiritual understanding that Brett and I share.