by Renee Field
“Peaches,” said Tasha, with a grin, as she moved past him to flounce down the stairs.
Tasha knew she acted brave but it was all a façade. Nervous energy and excitement made her less sure of herself. Her belly muscles were doing somersaults. She plucked up her white wine that she’d left on a table in the living room and downed half of it.
“You okay?” asked Sawyer.
Was it her imagination or was there a mischievous glint in his eyes? “I’m good.”
Sawyer looked past her to Mack who then walked out of the living room declaring he planned to get more drinks. Sawyer took the opportunity to claim the seat next to her on the sofa.
“So, I gather you and Mack had the conversation.”
Tasha fought not to blush more. “Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I’m game.”
“You sure about this, Tasha?”
Taking a sip of wine, Tasha flashed a smile at him. “What, you’re now saying you don’t want me?”
Sawyer took the drink from her hand and leaned close enough to kiss her. Instead he looked her squarely in the eyes and said, “I’ve had the biggest hard-on for you for years and the thought of finally touching you, of finally fucking you…it’s such a turn-on, I could come in my pants like a teen.”
No one had spoken to her like that in years and she immediately became wet with desire. She licked her lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
She nodded. When his lips grazed hers it felt different from what she was used to but wonderful at the same time. Sawyer kissed like a man wanting to get to know a woman. He didn’t rush but he did demand. He’d obviously shaved this morning and the light scent of his aftershave, which held a hint of the wild smoky woods, seeped into her already-heightened senses.
She opened her lips more and when his tongue slid inside she was dizzy with want. His hands had automatically captured her head. She heard her husband walk into the room and when Sawyer finally broke the kiss he hauled her onto his lap. The feel of his bulging erection through his jeans excited her.
“This time when I kiss you I want you to keep your eyes open and look at your husband.”
Holy shit. His words were so erotic she felt tingles of desire skid everywhere. He repositioned her on his lap so she’d have a perfect view of Mack watching her get kissed senseless by him and the heated look coming from her husband had the domino effect Sawyer had intended. Two guys wanting her made her feel sexy as hell and powerful. Letting her hands fly across Sawyer’s bare back, she ensured Mack had a damn good view of how low her hands could go.
Mack moved closer and Tasha noticed her breathing pick up even more. Without speaking he unhooked her swimming bra and Sawyer moved enough for him to remove it from her body. Instead of feeling cold, heat poured into her. Mack bent and nuzzled the back of her neck while Sawyer pulled his attention from her lips to capture her breasts.
“These are fucking beautiful,” said Sawyer.
“They are, aren’t they?” answered Mack, his voice a low rumble as he kissed her sensitive earlobe.
Tasha thought to say something but the overload of sensations gripped her hard. Sawyer’s mouth worked first her right nipple and then her left into tight buds and her pussy pulsed with need. She squirmed on Sawyer’s lap, as her husband’s hands came around from the back to her front to tease her wet cunt. There wasn’t much of a barrier thanks to the skimpy swim panties now drenched with her cream. She leaned back, allowing him easy entrance, and his finger went deep.
“You’re so wet, Tasha. You like this?”
She nodded.
“Answer me.”
She gulped as passion flared low and warm all over her. Seeing this side of her husband excited the hell out of her. “Yes, I like it.”
“Ah, darlin’, like it or love it?” asked Sawyer, who had lifted his head for a moment from her nipple to look her in the eyes and watch her expression.
“Love it,” she whispered, leaning back more to let Mack add another finger to her core.
“I knew you would.” His smug answer made her smile more. They were pleasing her but they were being playful about it.
“I think you should taste her for yourself,” said Mack, who proceeded to remove his fingers and from the licking sounds coming from behind her she knew Mack tasted her juices.
“Stand up, honey, and strip,” ordered Mack.
Sawyer helped her get to her feet. With all the passion running amok through her system her legs were a little unsteady. She giggled when she almost tumbled but Mack’s strong hands kept her steady.
“Take them off,” he repeated.
Tasha hooked her thumbs on the inside of her swimming bottom and slowly pulled it down. She was pleased she’d shaved yesterday and this morning because the sight of her bare pussy had her husband growling.
“Holy fuck that’s beautiful,” said Mack, who placed his hand possessively over her bare mound the minute she’d slipped off her panties.
Sawyer rubbed his hand over the bulging erection clearly outlined in his jeans.
“I’m so hard,” he said.
“That makes two of us.”
“Doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked and you guys aren’t.” Tasha was pleased her voice didn’t waver.
“Well what do you think, Mack? Is that pretty little wife of yours ready for the both of us?”
Her husband laughed. “Oh yeah. She’s ready.”
That was all that needed to be said. Mack kept his hand firmly over her mound as if he wasn’t ready to share all of her with Sawyer but Tasha didn’t mind. She leaned back and felt the heat from his naked chest. He still wore his jeans but Sawyer had stood up, demanding her attention.
She licked her lips in sweet anticipation. Damn, he really shouldn’t grin. I’m likely to come if he does it again. He unbuttoned his jeans and then stepped out of them. Black, tight briefs did nothing to hide his raging erection. He grinned more, quickly discarded them and then took his cock in his hand as if he was mighty proud of that member, which he should be. Tasha grinned. His cock was thick and long. She couldn’t wait to wrap her own hand around him. His balls hung heavy and low below and she anticipated licking them.
He moved forward and for a split second she thought he was going to kiss her lips. Her hands attempted to reach out for his cock but he knelt so fast she couldn’t. He laughed.
“Not yet, darlin’. I get to taste you first. Right, Mack?”
“Oh yeah,” said Mack, who then moved his hand off her pussy. She heard him unzip his jeans and then felt the full impact of her sexy husband as he molded his form to her backside. His thick leg hair brushing her sensitive calves was totally erotic. His thick, hard erection pressed tightly against her. Sawyer forced her legs apart and she was glad she had Mack’s support at her back because the minute Sawyer’s tongue licked her cunt her legs wobbled.
“Don’t forget our rule,” said Mack as his hands played with her already sensitive nipples.
The rule? She tried to recall that, but thinking proved impossible. Sawyer sucked on her wet pussy and Mack teased her nipples to hard points while his hard-on rubbed up against her ass and backside. All of the sensations were overloading her. Plus it was broad daylight and even though their living room overlooked the forest, the element of public display added an extra edge to it. Sawyer groaned and dipped a finger into her slickened pussy.
“Oh my god, you taste divine!” said Sawyer.
She looked down and shouldn’t have. His blue eyes were full of desire plus the sight of his twitching cock almost undid her. He grinned and then molded his face to her pussy again. What he had been doing before with slow licks and sucking had been wonderful but now Sawyer tongue-fucked her pussy like a man out to make her scream in ecstasy.
“Open your legs more and bend over a bit,” said her husband.
She complied and let Mack position her hands on Sawyer’s shoulders. She used one hand to play with his hair, loving the silkiness. Mack
kept his hair military cut so the contrast on her fingers was electrifying. The two men certainly knew what they were doing. In this position Mack’s cock made the perfect fit to rim her cheeks while Sawyer’s mouth and fingers played with her pussy as if there were no tomorrow. She sensed the orgasm building deep within her and when her husband tweaked her right nipple while Sawyer sucked hard on her clit she flew over the edge. She clutched Sawyer’s shoulders as waves of climax washed over her. The entire time Mack didn’t let up on tweaking her nipple. Pain and pleasure merged and she groaned loudly.
Sawyer finally withdrew his mouth and fingers from her dripping wet pussy. He moved up her body like a man well pleased. That was certainly how she felt. The orgasm that had racked her body left her more than satisfied and slightly weak.
“Beautiful. Thank you,” said Sawyer.
She let his lips claim hers, tasting her own salty essence, which made her hot all over again.
“Yeah, that was beautiful but, honey, I didn’t tell you that you could come.”
Mack’s deep, low voice caused her to shiver. “You disobeyed my orders. It’s time for your punishment.”
Sawyer stood back and let Mack take her hand to lead her upstairs. Instead of feeling guilty about climaxing, Tasha was oddly electrified. Her husband was being commanding and dominant—two traits he usually didn’t bring to the forefront in their lovemaking—and she loved it.
Chapter Three
Mack’s cock pulsed. He was so hard he wondered for a second if he should give in and come so they could get on to round two of their fun. He’d mastered control of his body long ago and wasn’t about to not play his part. And play like this didn’t come along every day. Watching Sawyer fuck his wife with his mouth had been a major turn-on. And now, knowing he’d get to smack her sweet ass for disobeying him had his cock leaking pre-cum.
Jesus, get a grip.
He led her to their bedroom. Sawyer was right behind them. One look at Sawyer and he knew they were in a similar predicament—both hard and ready to explode.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
She did, but instead of giving him her ass, she lay on her back. That wouldn’t do. “Get on your knees.”
“Ah, we haven’t talked about protection,” said Tasha, raising herself up to her elbows.
“I’ve got you covered,” said Sawyer, producing a box of condoms he’d obviously brought upstairs with him. “I know Mack’s been fixed but I’ll use a condom.”
“Damn straight you will,” answered Mack. “Now, honey, get on those knees.”
She gave him a long, questioning look.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
She licked her lips and gave them both a thorough look. “No way.”
She did as instructed but he wanted more. “Lift that ass up more, honey.”
She turned her head and he thoroughly enjoyed her flushed face.
“Oh, darlin’, I’m totally in love with this look,” said Sawyer, who flashed Mack a smile.
Mack knew that smile. It was Sawyer’s “let the games begin” grin he’d known for years.
Without giving her time to wonder, Mack slapped his wife’s ass hard. She yelped.
“One.”
He repeated his actions twice more and each time he followed a slap with a long lazy stroke of her wet pussy. The fact his wife’s cunt got wetter told him she liked his actions even though she thought she shouldn’t.
“How many more?” asked his wife.
He loved how breathless she sounded. “Two,” he replied, plunging a finger deep into her cunt. He withdrew and slapped her ass twice more in quick succession and then rubbed it. Her bright pink bottom was sexy as hell. He leaned over her. “Now you will remember. You come when I let you.”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I come when you let me,” she said through pants.
“That’s good. Sawyer, come over here. I’m going to watch my wife blow you.”
“Now that sounds like a good plan,” said Sawyer.
“On your knees, honey, and suck him good. I’m going to watch. But when you’re done I’m fucking you hard, you naughty little thing.”
She did as instructed with a wide smile on her face. Sawyer brought his cock to her lips and the sight of his wife’s mouth kissing his buddy’s dick, electrified him. Then she leaned in more and totally engulfed his cock. Sawyer groaned.
Mack moved to the side of the bed and fought against his own hands that wanted to fist his cock. Instead he put his hands in his wife’s long hair and felt her actions as she sucked Sawyer’s cock.
The sucking sound his wife’s pretty little mouth made as she drew Sawyer’s shaft deep almost made him come. He slid a hand lower to tweak her nipple. She kept her focus on Sawyer and Mack watched his buddy thrust his pelvis up as Tasha pulled Sawyer’s cock deep inside with those sexy, kissable lips of hers.
A few minutes later Sawyer groaned and gripped Tasha’s head. “Ah man, I’m going to come.” Sawyer removed his shaft from Tasha’s firm grasp and fisted his cock in his hands and came with a groan. His cum leaked all over his chest.
Tasha handed him a tissue and kissed him while he cleaned up. The two kissed long and hard. Mack used that time to get his emotions under control. He moved up behind her, took his cock in his hand and bent her slightly. Then he drove his shaft deep inside his wife’s cunt. She mewled in delight and angled more so he could go deeper.
“While I fuck you, you get to kiss him.”
She heard him and he thrust deep. Mack trusted Sawyer’s hands would keep Tasha upright so he used that to pound deep and fast inside his wife. Within seconds he sensed her pussy muscles clamp around his shaft. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Sawyer move a hand lower to play with his wife’s swollen clit. They were still kissing long and hard but Tasha panted more.
“Can I come?”
“Oh yeah, hon, I think you deserve it.”
Mack picked up his rhythm and pounded into her. Tasha clutched at Sawyer’s head as they kissed but Mack knew Sawyer’s fingers were giving his wife’s clit a good play. Within seconds Tasha crested. Her orgasm gripped his cock and he quickly followed suit.
Sawyer picked up Tasha to tuck her into the bed. She was putty in his hands.
“I had no idea this would be so much fun,” she said as he got into bed behind her while Mack washed up in the bathroom.
Mack returned with a cloth, and with a little coaxing urged his wife to lower the duvet and spread her legs. The intimate details of sex, like the before with the rustling of clothing as they were slowly removed, to this, when partners needed to clean up, were the aspects he enjoyed the most.
“May I?” asked Sawyer, welcoming the cloth from Mack’s hands.
Mack scooted to the other side of his wife and kissed her. Sawyer used that distraction to spread her knees a little more. She was still spent from the two orgasms and her muscles were nice and relaxed. Sawyer slid the lukewarm cloth over her pink and still-swollen pussy. He didn’t apply too much pressure and his gentleness got him rewarded when she moaned.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, taking his turn in the washroom for a quick cleanup. He crawled back into bed but not before stealing Tasha’s lips for a long kiss. Mack played with his wife’s nipples and goose bumps formed on her skin from the cool air. She hadn’t tucked herself back under the covers and he wondered if Mack had ordered her to stay put.
“She’s sleepy,” said Mack.
“Why don’t we let her rest and rustle up some supper. I’ve got a mighty appetite after that break.”
“I’m okay. I can fix us something.”
Sawyer leveraged himself over her so he could feel the crush of her large breasts push into his chest. “You, darlin’, get to rest. Us men are cooking tonight. And trust me, you’re going to need all the rest you can get. That was round one and there’s lots of hours left in the day.”
“Sweet Jesus, this might just kill
me,” said Tasha with a giggle.
“Hon, rest. I’ve got lots more in store for your wild weekend. Don’t forget that was the first bottle from that spice rack. Sawyer gets to pick the next bottle.”
Sawyer thought it cute when Tasha blushed. After all they’d done she was still new to the sport of ménage play and he liked it that way.
Mack tucked his wife under the duvet and before Sawyer’s cock sprang to action again he urged him out of the room. They didn’t speak as they made their way to the living room to quickly put on their pants.
Then they got to work cooking steaks on the barbeque. Tasha had already made a garden salad and Sawyer found the wine Mack wanted to open. They set the table and a few minutes later Tasha walked downstairs. This time she wasn’t wearing her sexy red bikini but a long, sheer black teddy.
“I think, Mack, your wife is trying to kill me.”
Tasha giggled and then twirled around. Mack and he groaned when they got a good look at her G-string through the sheer material. Her bottom, still splotchy from her spanking, made him hard. Recalling how high in the air her ass had been made his cock swell more with need.
“I say forget the supper and let’s go straight for the dessert.”
“And what would that be?” asked Tasha as she gave him a long, lazy look that had his balls tightening.
“Keep it up, Tasha, and I’ll sit you on this table, spread your legs and eat that pussy of yours until you scream for me to let you come. And if I know Mack, he’s going to deny you for a good long while. Am I right, Mack?”
Mack moved forward and cupped his wife’s breasts in both hands. “Oh, honey, you are sooo damn naughty. Don’t tempt me.”
“Me, tempt you? Never,” she said, playfully scooting around his side to take a chair. She sipped her wine like a lady but Sawyer knew underneath lived a sexy wild woman in heat.
Tasha felt well-loved and sexy as hell. They’d each taken turns feeding her and she loved it. Between being plied with food, Sawyer had moved his chair closer so his fingers could play with her body and he certainly wasn’t shy. At the moment his fingers were sliding through her drenched pussy causing her to squirm on her chair.
