by Selena Kitt
She scrubbed her hair to remove the food, pondering the question put to her. Of course she knew at times who her husband was. Lenny played with her tongue while Randy sucked it, but were they tired of the game? Were they ready to get back normal? Rinsing the shampoo away, she tried to work through the twinge of pain stabbing her heart at the thought neither might be interested in carrying on in some manner. Washing up, she thought the way to find out for sure was to answer their question and let them know what she wanted.
When she emerged from the bedroom in her bathrobe after only blow drying her hair and scenting her body, she sat in the recliner instead of on the couch between them. They patted the empty space, but she shook her head. “So, seriously guys. What were you expecting with this twin game?”
“Pretty much what happened, but—”
“We thought you’d play along, have a little fun and this morning knock our heads together.”
“I did have fun. I want to have more fun.” The surprise on their faces was priceless. “Before we get into that…” She walked over, kissed the nearest man, gave him her tongue and stopped him from trying to pull her down to his lap. She walked over, picked up the left hand of the brother, took her husband’s wedding ring from her pocket and slipped it on his finger. “Don’t remove it around your brother again.”
“How did you know?” Lenny asked.
She sat down, holding his hand. “You may be identical twins, but you don’t share the same passion in bed.” She inclined her head toward Randy. “You both have tell-tale qualities.” Jackie didn’t dare give them specifics, it’d be like them to try to fool her by switching up on her.
“So you knew all along?” Randy asked.
“Most of the time.”
Lenny put his arm around her and asked, “What’s this about you wanting to have more fun?”
“Since you two didn’t seem to have a problem sharing, I don’t see why it can’t go on. Of course, not every night. I do need nights with my husband,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. “I’d also like nights with my lover.” She gave him a moment to absorb this last part.
He looked around at his brother and grinned. “Told you.”
“You don’t have a problem with me screwing your brother while you’re in the next room?”
“Why should I? He’s not better than me. Besides, I need to sleep tonight. I can’t pawn the patients off onto Scott again tomorrow.”
“Am to better than you,” Randy dared.
Jackie smacked his leg. “No you’re not. You’re different, wilder, crazier. The differences which will make it work.” Lenny hugged her and she reached for the remote and turned the television on. “CSI is coming on.”
“I haven’t watched it in a long time, but I heard Sara is returning to the show,” Randy said.
“Yeah, finally someone to look at again,” Lenny told him.
“Missed her sexy little smile, did you?” Jackie asked as she entwined her fingers with his and laid her head on his shoulder. She drew her legs up and rubbed Randy’s thigh with her toes.
“We’ll leave it at that,” he said, kissing her head.
Randy reached under the robe and caressed, massaged her leg for a while, then moved over her thigh. She tried to concentrate on the show, keep her breathing even, but then he slipped his fingers through her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip to hold back the groan, but he massaged her anus with the wetness.
“Mmm,” she moaned before she could muffle it. Snuggling closer to Lenny, she tried to keep the growing arousal under control, but he probed, working the rim. It’d been so long, more than ten years, since she’d had anal. There was no lube in the house, unless he had some, but if he didn’t and didn’t let up, she wasn’t going to care.
Lenny ran his hand over her head and kissed her as his bother continued to work her loose and she found herself squeezing his fingers.
“Randy, stop torturing my wife.”
“Oh, no torturing, right, Jackie?”
“Only the sweetest kind. You better have some KY in your room.”
“Just for you.”
She looked up at her husband, “Baby, are you sure this is good for you?”
“I’m good with it, promise. Go have fun.” He let her hand go.
She kissed him and stood, took Randy by the hand and all but dragged him to his room. Jackie laughed when she saw the pile of condoms and a large tube of lubricant.
“You guys had this planned, didn’t you? He knew you were coming home to stay, didn’t he?” she asked, picking up a hand full of condoms and setting them aside.
“Of course,” he told her while pulling her robe from her body.
She lay on her stomach and he ran his hands over her calves, massaging as he moved up. His teeth grazed her butt cheeks.
“Damn Randy, skip foreplay. You need to finish what you started.” She heard him open a condom, then the snap and ooze pop of the tube. She shuddered, her body more than ready, despite the years.
Massaging the lube in, he inserted multiple fingers and rubbed her back as he moved them in and out.
“You’re so tight,” he told her.
“Like a virgin. You’re the only one to do this with me.”
“Honored,” he said.
She swallowed hard on the lump forming due to the emotion in his voice. “Randy, do it like old times.” He pulled her hips up, rubbed the head of his cock against her, pushing in as she pressed back. She tried to let him control, but it felt too wonderful. When he was in all the way, he held her still, letting her adjust while he massaged her clit. “Oh, do it. I’m past ready.”
He thrust, testing and when she moved with him, he gave it his all. He slammed into her and she rose on her hands taking it, matching him. “Yeah, oh, yeah,” she mumbled. “Harder.” Randy’s balls slapped against her and she felt the base of his cock swell. It excited her more. “Faster.”
“Feels so good, Jac,” he gasped.
He rocked her hips back, stopped, pulled out the edge, rammed into her and over, driving her up fast. “Yes! Oh, god, don’t stop…don’t stop…good,” she said, her eyes closed as she envisioned his cock flying in and out of her ass. “So hot…oh, Randy…not yet…not ready,” she panted when she felt the twinge of current of his nearness.
He rubbed her back, reached around and molded her breasts, ran his hands down her abdomen and into her pussy. “You’re so wet.”
His body jerked, but he didn’t move. He shoved his fingers in her canal. “Oh god.” She couldn’t help it, she rocked against him and he groaned. Pounding her, she heard him swear in some foreign language and he convulsed against her as he came. He lay over her, breathing heavy as aftershocks took him through a spiral of moans.
She lowered to the bed and he rolled off, and turned her over. “Woman, nothing’s changed with you,” he said as he removed the condom and climbed between her legs “Your body just begs to be had.” He licked up her slit, his breathing heavy on her wet heat. Tingles swept over her. She sighed. He swirled and dipped in, his tongue flicking her tunnel walls. She caressed his head as he tapped her clit with a finger. Her breath caught. He laved the little nub before closed his lips around it, sucking and pulling. She arched. “Fantastic,” she whispered as he seemed to sear her as she headed to the peak.
She dug her heels into the bed, his back, pressing into him. He cupped her ass and held her as he went back and forth, eating her swollen flesh and teasing the orgasm trying to burst through the tip of the button holding it in. He blew on it, circled it with his tongue, closed over it, and sucked so hard, her breathing stopped. She clawed at the bedding, his head and a deep, soulful moan rumbled out as she fell off the ledge. She shuddered and lifted higher into him as he drew on her clit as if he couldn’t get the little piece of fruit through the straw. She grabbed his head, holding him against her.
“Oh, god!” She crossed her legs over him, uncrossed them, digging them into his back. “God, Randy,” she gasped. He lapped around
her canal and came after her clit again. “Damn!” She spiraled and convulsive shakes claimed her. He nipped her, mouthing the sensitive nub until she stilled. Unable to move, to speak, she saw him move, come closer through the blur. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks. Yeah, she had heaven on earth, her own special kind of angels, she thought as she felt her body float way.
“Wait until I recover,” she murmured.
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I’LL BE YOUR SUPERMAN
By Selena Kitt
“He wants you.” His hand moved over her hip under the covers.
“So?” She turned toward him in the dark. “You’re saying because Ben wants me he should get to have me?”
“And you want him.”
There was a long silence before she slid over and put her head on his shoulder. “Why do you think so?”
“I know you.” Evan stroked her hair. “I’ve seen you look at him…the way you are around him. You do that little laugh with him.”
“I have a laugh?”
“Yeah, it’s the ‘You’re so funny, I wish you’d fuck me now’ laugh.”
She snorted. “I do not.”
“Yes, you do,” he countered. “You want him, he wants you…and I want to watch.”
“Why?” She shook her head.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Let’s just say I want to live vicariously.”
She sighed and kissed his shoulder. “Aren’t you worried?”
“About what?”
“What if I fall in love with Ben? Or Ben falls in love with me?”
He kissed the top of her head. “You already love each other. That’s the point.”
“What if I decide to leave?” she mock-threatened.
It was his turn to snort. “Baby, if you were going to leave, you’d have done it three years ago, when I went all Christopher Reeves on you.”
She rolled her eyes. “So you’re Superman now?”
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane—no, wait, it’s a wheelchair!”
She shoved him with her hip. “Besides, Christopher Reeve was a quadraplegic, you idiot. And he…well, they had a baby together, after his accident.”
“I know.” He sighed. “His parts worked, even if he couldn’t feel a damned thing—mine don’t. Luck of the draw, babe.”
“Evan, I love you,” she said. “Doing this makes no sense.”
“Yes, it does,” he argued. “And you know it.”
“I’m perfectly satisfied, you know.” She pressed her breasts against his side. “You do have a tongue, remember?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “And I’m rather talented with it, if I do say so myself.”
“I don’t know,” she purred, slipping her leg up over him. “Let’s try it out again, just to be sure.”
He cradled her ass as she slid up his chest. “Only if you say yes.”
“To what? Sex with Ben?” She reached down and spread her lips open.
“Yes.” He pushed her fingers out of the way to explore for himself, up and down her slit. Her hands moved her breasts, playing with her nipples.
“And what if I’m perfectly happy with my Amazing Vegetable Tongue-o-Matic?”
He laughed. “You’re such a bitch.” He reached up and twisted her nipples, making her squeal.
“I want you, not Ben.” Her voice was quiet.
“You can’t really have me.” He slid a finger up inside of her. “That’s kind of the problem.”
She made a noise deep in her throat as he started to finger her. “Oh, shut up and lick me.”
He did, slipping his hands around her hips and guiding her toward his tongue. She shaved for him because he loved it—her skin there was soft and completely bald, admitting his probing tongue without any resistance at all. She had come twice tonight for him already. He loved pushing her until she couldn’t stand it, until she was begging him to stop, pleading, “No more, I can’t! No more!” There was usually at least one more…
“Ooh!” she squealed when he found her clit, grabbing onto the headboard and rocking her hips.
He loved her enthusiasm and the way she responded to him and how he could always take her a little deeper than she thought she could really go. Sliding another finger in to join the first, he held them stiff as she moved against his tongue, letting her fuck his hand.
“Another one.” She spread her legs a little wider. He smiled, sliding a third finger into her, feeling her slip down toward him, shoving his hand in deeper.
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, and he could feel her squeezing her muscles. Her voice was a whispered plea. “Lick, lick, lick.”
His whole mouth covered her mound now, his tongue flat and sweeping, the way she liked it at the beginning, back and forth over the tender bud of her clit. He could feel her muscles deep inside around his fingers, tightening and releasing, and he knew what she wanted, how much she missed what she kept saying she didn’t.
He sucked her clit, starting to move his fingers in and out of her pussy, fast, making her moan and buck on top of him. Keeping a constant suction on her clit, or else she would just writhe and wriggle right away, he pistoned his fingers into her, driving hard, making her moan.
God, he loved fucking her. He missed fucking her—shoving his cock so far into her that she gasped and tried to twist out of his grip. He had no feeling left there at all…his cock was simply a bathroom tool now. Still, he felt arousal. It wasn’t centered in his genitals anymore—it was more like an overall flush, like his whole body became an erection and he was fucking her completely.
“You want a big, hard cock shoved up in there, don’t you?” He pressed his fingers into her flesh. She moaned and whimpered. “Tell me, Stef.”
“God!” she gasped, as he used the fingers on his other hand to pull back the hood of her clit and rub it—that always made her whole body shudder.
“Fingers just aren’t the same, are they?” He worked her clit faster now. Her thighs were trembling. “And a dildo isn’t the same either, is it?” Her juices were flowing down over his hand and wrist, and she was gripping the headboard so hard it rocked along with her, banging into the wall with her movements.
“A big, hard cock…” He twisted his fingers inside her. “Hot flesh driving up inside of you…filling every part of you…”
“Oh, please,” she begged, slamming her body down onto his hand, his fingers working her clit in fast circles. “Oh, Evan, use your tongue.”
“Tell me you want it,” he said. “Tell me you want to be fucked. Tell me the truth.”
“No,” she pleaded, trembling on him. “Please, don’t…”
“Tell me.” He teased her clit for a minute with just the tip of his tongue and then pulled it away.
She moaned. “Oh, god!”
“You know it’s true.” He did it again, just a tease over her clit, his fingers moving slow now, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room.
“Oh, fuck!” She shuddered against him, grabbing his head, trying to get him to put his tongue where she wanted it.
He jerked back. “Tell me you want a cock inside you, Stef.”
He felt her relent, her muscles going sl
ack. She stopped fighting him, fighting it, whispering, “Oh, I hate you for this.”
“No, you don’t.” He feathered kisses on her clit now. “Tell me.”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes! I want to be fucked!”
Her admission sent a jolt through him as she went wild, gasping and moaning, thrusting her hips against his face and tongue until she came, her muscles fluttering around the fingers plunged deep inside her pussy.
When she was spent, she crawled off of him and buried her face in her pillow. He thought he heard her say, “I hate you,” but he wasn’t sure. He used the incredible strength in his arms to move himself up onto his elbow beside her, stroking her long, sweat-dampened and tangled blonde hair.
“I’m going to invite Ben to dinner,” he said.
Stef turned her face to him. “Is this what you really want?”
He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “It’s what you need.”
* * * *
“More wine,” Stef said grimly, holding her glass out to him.
Evan filled it without even raising his eyebrows, knowing how much she hated the stuff.
“How’s the roast?” He watched her down the liquid with a grimace and a shudder.
Putting her glass down on the table, she turned to the oven, bending to open it just a crack. He admired the way her green dress pulled across her hips and rode up her thighs when she did, knowing just where her black thigh-highs ended and where the crotch of the matching black panties began under that dress. The thought made him dizzy with lust.
Stef slammed the oven door shut with a gasp when the doorbell rang. Evan whirled his chair around expertly, heading to answer it. She grabbed the handgrip on the back, and he looked over his shoulder at her.
She was shaking her head, her eyes wide. “I can’t do this.”
“No backslides.” He grinned.
“I’m not kidding!” She pinched his shoulder and made a face.
He pushed off again toward the door, calling back, “It’ll be okay.”
When he and Ben came back into the kitchen, she was pouring herself another glass of wine, but the roast was out of the oven and ready to be carved.
