by Selena Kitt
Alain nodded.
“Here,” she said, moving her finger from where he was currently working on my abdomen, around my navel and down towards my pussy.
I felt dizzy, and my eyes flashed closed as I tried to maintain my equilibrium. It was all I could do not to shuffle in the seat and crush my thighs together for relief.
“Of course, lean back in the chair, Eve.” It was Alain, and I felt him working right there, on my shaved pussy. Sensation roared through me as he eased my legs apart and drew a heart at the very place my pussy opened, adding curly tendrils down each side. I stared down, my hands clasping the sides of the chair for support.
“Perfect.” Dani’s fingers slid in between my pussy lips, splaying me, the chocolate tendrils moving apart as my body opened.
“Oh god,” I blurted, looking at her as she lowered to taste the design with her tongue, tasting the chocolate heart he’d drawn just above the spot where my clit reared up. My hips rocked on the seat. I was unable to stop myself even though Alain was watching us. When my eyelids lowered I noticed the bulge at his groin and I wanted to see his cock.
“Mmm,” Dani said, her breath warm against my sensitized pussy, “this chocolate is too good, and this is the most delicious way to eat it.”
“I agree,” Alain said, barely breaking with the task at hand as he scrolled chocolate along my pussy lips for Dani’s eager tongue to follow.
Sensation swamped me. My pussy was throbbing and I whimpered aloud.
Then Dani paused and wiped her mouth. “Kiss her,” she said, and then returned to her former position, her chocolate covered tongue lapping over my clit. “I know she wants you to,” she added.
“Dani!” I couldn’t deny it though, not after what had gone on that morning. Then Alain cast his piping bag aside and his mouth covered mine. I fast forgot my embarrassment. Melting, I let him posses my mouth, opening to him just as my thighs were open to Dani. His fingers were in my hair as his tongue teased over mine. Between my legs, Dani was tonguing my slit, up and down, up and down, bringing my climax closer with every stroke.
Alain moved to lick the chocolate from around one nipple—making me cry out loud—and then lower, until he joined Dani at the juncture of my thighs. Sweat broke out on the back of my neck, my pussy creaming.
Dani shifted to make room for him. Her tongue probed my cunt, while he suckled my clit from above. My hands tightened on the side of the chair, locking me there lest I took off. It didn’t take long. My body wavered, and then it rolled over me, knocking me back in the seat.
When I surfaced, it was to the sight of the pair of them locked in a passionate kiss, right there in front of me. Both of them were on their knees, knee to knee, chest to chest. Dani’s hand was on his belt, stripping it open. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My pussy automatically panged for more.
Soon she had his cock in her hand. It was long and hard and bowed up towards his abdomen. She pushed him onto his back on the carpet and stripped off the rest of her clothing, ready to mount that glorious erection. Sitting on the edge of the seat, my hands clutching at it, I struggled to control my breathing, my body high on the experience. Even while my body was leveling, it was also rising in interest again.
Dani swore aloud when she mounted him, taking that lovely cock inside. As soon as she had him to the hilt, he reached out and touched my hand. When I made eye contact, he gestured. “Sit on my face, please. I want to taste Eve’s chocolate.” He grinned. “I want to be smothered in both of you.”
Fuck! My hands started shaking.
“Oh yes. Eve, I’d love to see that.” Dani began to ride up and down, her hips finding their rhythm on his cock.
Alain gestured again and when I thought about that handsome mouth on my clit I couldn’t resist. Staggering to my feet, I made it over and straddled him, facing Dani. I let him guide me with his hands on my hips until he had me exactly where he wanted me.
The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, it was too good. The second made me arch and struggle. The third had another orgasm on the horizon.
Meanwhile, Dani was going at it like a jackhammer. I could tell from her expression that she was getting close to her climax. Beneath me, Alain bowed up from the floor, grunting with pleasure, his hands pulling my hips closer. The symbiosis was incredible. I was coming again, fast, and when I hit the jackpot, I felt him move his entire face against me, as I shuddered to completion.
In front of me Dani had clamped down, her hips moving fast as she came. “Oh god, you’re so hard,” she moaned, and then let rip, her knees locked against his sides as she climaxed. Alain tensed beneath me. His fingers tightened on my hips and knew he was coming.
I rolled free a moment later, and I couldn’t help laughing at the mess of chocolate on the three of us. “I hope you have a shower, Alain.”
“Yes, I do,” he replied.
“I hope it’s big enough for three,” Dani added.
“But of course,” he responded, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Dani looked across at me where I was kneeling on the floor. “My only regret is that I didn’t get a photo of you before we messed it all up.”
Alain sat up, wrapped a hand around her neck and gave her a deep kiss. “We can recreate it again, anytime you want.” He looked from one to the other of us, very deliberately. “Anytime you want…”
I couldn’t withhold my smile.
Neither could Dani.
To think I'd gone looking for a box of chocolates! As it turned out, the Chocolatier’s delectable produce was only a small part of what I obtained for Dani’s birthday treat, because we got a sensuous male lover—whenever we wanted—as well.
About Saskia Walker
Saskia Walker is an award-winning British author of erotic fiction. Her short stories and novellas have appeared in over sixty international anthologies including BEST WOMEN’S EROTICA, THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST NEW EROTICA, SECRETS, and WICKED WORDS. Her erotica has also been featured in several international magazines including PENTHOUSE, BUST, and SCARLET. After writing shorts for several years Saskia moved into novel-length projects. Her erotic single titles include ALONG FOR THE RIDE, DOUBLE DARE, RECKLESS, and RAMPANT. Fascinated with seduction, Saskia loves to explore how and why we get from saying “hello” to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. She has lots more stories in the pipeline! Saskia lives in the north of England, close to the beautiful Yorkshire moors, with her partner, Mark, and a houseful of stray felines. Visit her website for more info.
JACKIE’S BOYS
By Bekki Lynn
Chapter 1
Jackie walked in the front door, sweaty, dirty and ready for a shower. She pulled her shirt over her head as she went through the living room. “Damn it!,” she muttered to herself. “I forgot to put the laundry in the washer. Lenny’s going to be pissed if he doesn’t have a clean shirt for tomorrow.”
She went through the kitchen to the laundry room, undoing her jeans to throw in the wash. A sexy ass surprised her when she reached the doorway. He was home way early and looking good bent over a pile laundry. “Baby, I’m sorry. I remembered a second ago. Go relax, hon. I’ll get it going.”
He ignored her. She added her clothes to the pile he’d started in front of the dryer, eyeing him. Damn, but he was hot in those loose-legged shorts. Unable to resist, she started to reach up under the leg of his shorts to stroke his dick while he reached for the detergent. With his free hand, he waved her off, grunting. Not to be deterred, she grabbed him, causing him to knock the jug off the shelf. The lid popped off, spilling laundry soap on the floor. Mumbling something she couldn’t understand, he grabbed a towel and bent over to clean up the mess. She caressed his ass, asking, “How about a quickie to tide us over?” She turned around to kick the pile away from the washer so they had a flat surface to screw on. He reached over her as she positioned herself in front of the machine. She rubbed her ass against him, watching him dump the liquid o
ver the clothes in the tub.
Smiling, her body unleashed spasms in anticipation. She grabbed his cock, freeing it from the baggy shorts and brought it to her pussy. He grunted, made noises in an attempt to pull away, but eventually gave in. With his length inside her, she moaned, “Oh, baby.”
She braced her hands on the machine, thrusting with him. “God, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His hands gripped her waist as he pounded her like a man who hadn’t had it just this morning. Hanging her head, she welcomed the fire spreading through her like a match to gasoline. She panted. He shuttered, jerked, surprising her by coming so soon. She straightened, turning her head to kiss him. Peanut butter! His breath smelled like he’d eaten a jar. Absurd, he wouldn’t be so stupid, but panic had her pushing at him.
When she whirled on him, he was swallowing hard, and his lips laced with the creamy substance. His glazed blues stared back at her while she registered the tan cord curled up around his face. He never heard a word she said with the music blaring in his ears. She yanked the earpieces out. Ignoring the fact it wasn’t music he listened to, she went off on him, “Are you nuts! Why on earth would you eat peanut butter?” She pulled him into the kitchen to call 911. She saw the jar of peanut butter on the counter with a spoon sticking out of it. “What possessed you?” she asked, reaching for the phone. “You need medical attention before your throat swells completely shut.”
He slammed his hand over the phone, waving her off. Stupefied at his behavior, she watched him fill a glass with water. After downing it, he leaned over breathing hard, drank more then turned around.
“I’m sorry, Jackie. I was hungry and I shoveled it in. I tried to let you know. My mouth was stuck, then the spill and then…well, it was screw you or lose my dick.”
“Randy Wilkerson!” Excited, she ran to husband’s identical twin and hugged him. “Why didn’t you let me know you were here?” Then her face heated up and she pulled away. “Oh, my god! I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not, why should you be? I haven’t had pussy in months.”
“Look, I’ve been working out back all day. Let me shower then you can tell me why you didn’t let us know you were coming and how long you’ll be home this time…” She forced herself to leave the room with dignity, but it was rather hard when you were stark naked and your brother-in-laws semen running down your thigh.
Out of his sight, she rushed to the bedroom and shut the door. Picking up the phone, she called her husband’s office. “Mary, is Lenny free?” she asked when his receptionist answered.
“He’s in the middle of a root canal, but it’s his last appointment today. I can give him a message.”
“Tell him Randy is home.”
“Will do, hon.”
Jackie showered, trying not to think about the renewal of the fantasy of having both brothers she seemed consumed with whenever Randy came home for a visit.
She returned to the kitchen, nervous about what she’d done. Moreso how he was going play on it. The kitchen was empty—good. Dinner, dinner, what was she going to fix? She looked in the refrigerator. Oh, yeah, pork chops. Would there be enough? She counted five in the package. Strange. I never buy packages with more than three in it. We hate leftovers.
Footsteps came into the room, drawing her eyes over the door. Randy stood with a towel around his waist, rubbing his brown hair with another. He like his brother—his pecs, the way the damp hair swirled around his nipples, trailing down his washboard to his belly button. He was identical to his twin brother in so many ways, which always posed a problem for her. She’d once made the mistake of thinking she could tell them apart based on appearance. She knew Randy’s body every bit as well as she knew Lenny’s—there was no difference, only in certain intimate aspects.
“All of my clothes are in the washer. Do you mind if I grab a pair of Lenny’s shorts?”
“Fine. The dresser near the window, bottom drawer. Shirts are in the second drawer.”
“Thanks.”
She watched him walk away. Damn! She was in trouble. Pulling out salad fixins she’d picked from the garden earlier in the day, she prepped three of the potatoes she’d also dug up for baking.
“Anything I can help with?” Randy asked, coming up alongside her.
“No, I got it,” she said, refusing to look at him, but he brought her face around with fingers to her chin.
“Hey, it was kind of like old times.”
“Except it was Len getting lucky while I dated you.” Jackie sighed and laid the knife down. “We weren’t married. I am now.”
“For eight years now, I know. I was there, best man. Still doesn’t mean I don’t remember how you don’t take no for an answer.”
“How long will you be home?”
“Permanently, I hope. I have a couple of interviews this week.”
“No more traveling around the world reporting breaking news? How come?”
“Bombs were starting to get too close for comfort. It’s time to take the soft route. Getting up there, you know.”
“Oh, right. Wait until I tell your brother it’s almost walker time. He’ll kick your ass.”
“You called him?”
She nodded. “I let him know you were home.”
“Going to tell him?”
“Yes. I don’t keep secrets of any kind from him.”
“Good. Is the pool table still in the basement?”
“Nothing’s moved, Randy. You’ll have time for a couple games before dinner.”
She listened to him whistle as he went down the steps. Wow! He was going to get a job here. Would he live here with them? Of course he would. It was his home, too—their parents left the place to both of them.
Her heart beat with a thud against her chest. Play it by ear, Jackie. Don’t get your panties in a bunch because you didn’t know it wasn’t your husband. The front door slammed. Now he’s home. She turned the oven on.
“Hey, hon.” Lenny kissed her on the cheek. “Where is he?”
“Rec room. What’d you do, run out on your patient?”
He laughed, moving a strand of hair from her face. “We were all but done when you called. I’m going to change before going down. How long ’til dinner?”
“You have time for a couple of games.” She followed him to their bedroom. “Len…I kind of had sex with him.”
“Huh?”
“I came in from the garden, and well, I thought you’d come home early. He was bent over the laundry…well, you know me. I demanded and took. His mouth was stuck shut from half the jar of peanut he ate. I didn’t smell it until he breathed on me, then I panicked, thinking you’d lost your mind.” She knew it sounded lame, but it all came tumbling out.
He ran his hands over her arms, staring into her chocolate eyes, “It’s all right, hon.” The corners of his mouth turned up, confusing her.
“What?”
“Seems to me, I recall being the one mistaken for him one night way back when.”
“Yeah, he recalled the time, too. Still, I’m sorry.” She took his shirt to put in the laundry while he pulled a t-shirt over his head and then replaced his slacks with shorts.
“No problem, unless you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
Well, she didn’t have a chance to enjoy herself like she wanted, but her husband’s attitude wasn’t what she expected. He could have acted jealous, upset, something, considering her past with his brother.
“He’s giving up his job. He’s staying home, if he can get a job here.”
“Fantastic. It’ll be great having him around. Won’t it?” He gave her a peck on the nose. “Call us when dinner’s on the table.”
Jackie stood there for a few minutes, her mind attempting to work out his attitude. She had a gut feeling her life was taking a turn in the growth department—one which would send her on a roller coaster ride, without the car and the safety bar.
* * * *
Starting down the basement steps, Jackie wondered at the silence. She continued on do
wn. The men stood leaning against the pool table, their backs to her. “All right you two. What are you up to?”
Both heads turned giving her devilish but sexy smiles. “Nothing,” they said in unison.
She groaned. A living nightmare enveloped her. “Come on up, dinner’s ready.” She didn’t wait for them but she heard them.
“Hey, me first.”
“I was here first.”
Jackie rolled her eyes, hoping this childish behavior didn’t go on for long. After washing up, they walked around the table twice, switching directions a couple of times before they sat down. She ignored them. Every time Randy came home for a visit, the same silliness went on. It was cute the first couple of times, but now, she knew they did it to get a rise out of her. Not this time. If he was going to be a permanent fixture, she had to set the tone, be the adult.
They fixed their plates, ate in silence, until Lenny spoke up. “Randy, the shark-head, won all four games. Lenny has to pay up.”
She arched a brow, picking up on the name use. They were in game mode. What would it be this time? Live in the woods without provisions for a week? Maybe have to walk the ten miles into town every day for a month, because he lost the keys to the truck? It was always something dumb. “All right, what was the bet this time?”
Randy grinned at her as he removed her silverware from her reach before he told her. “If Randy won, we’d play a game.” He gave her body a slow perusal then winked at Lenny.
“I’m not playing strip poker with you guys. You cheat.”
“Different game,” Lenny told her.
“Today’s Wednesday—you have until Friday night to figure out which one of is the man you’re married to.”
In disbelief, Jackie looked from one to the other. “You’re joking?”
“No,” they said at the same time.
All of sudden it clicked. They were dressed identically. They both held up their left hands—no rings or markings on either of their ring fingers. Not really surprising—Lenny didn’t wear his doing yard work and such for fear of getting it caught, so it tanned like the rest of him. Oh, god, she assumed the man on her left was her husband. Lenny always sat there while they ate. Jackie stared at them, trying to think fast. She could ignore them. Or she could make them pay for involving her in one of their games. Yeah, she could do the latter.
