“Please.”
Her nipples were hard, aching points. His lips closed over one taut peak. He suckled, his tongue swirling against the sensitive flesh.
A low moan rose from her throat as hot desire speared her. He cupped her other breast and used his tongue to torment it. Moisture seeped from her pussy, which pulsed in invitation.
“I don’t know about you,” she managed. “But I think we have heat.”
“Me, too.” He scooted lower. His lips pressed against her quivering stomach muscles and his tongue traced an invisible line to her navel.
Carrie felt submerged in desire. Her pussy convulsed, trembled. Marc’s hands coasted to her hips, his mouth nibbling to the edge of her pussy. He was so close to her clit.
His tongue wiggled down her slit and his soft lips dragged sensually across her swelling flesh. He encircled her entrance, teasing her ruthlessly. Then, to her shock, he licked the bit of flesh between her anus and vagina.
Her breathing went erratic and her body went hot and tingly.
He grabbed her buttocks and pushed her legs up. Then he pressed his mouth against her clit. His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive nub.
Carrie shuddered.
His tongue began stroking her clit in a rhythm that drove her wild. Just as she felt the rise of an orgasm, the bastard stopped.
Once again, her eyes flew open. What the hell was it with men and their bad timing? Sheesh!
She swallowed her protests. Here she was with another man, enjoying his lovemaking. Guilt assailed her, even though Greg had given her this gift.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Your husband will join us soon.”
Did the man read minds, too? No. He was probably just used to comforting nervous housewives.
Marc rose to his knees. One finger slid over her clit, offering her both relief and agitation. God, she wanted to come.
“Hold on to your ankles,” said Marc, pushing her legs up further.
She wrapped her hands around her ankles and offered him even greater access to her cunt.
As his finger slowly stroked her clitoris, he inserted two fingers inside her, and curled them up.
She sucked in deep breaths. The feeling was … intense. She couldn’t even think of a word to describe how it felt for fingers to touch such a sensitive area.
“Relax,” he said again. “This is for your pleasure. Enjoy it.”
Carrie made a conscious effort to loosen up, though her grip on her ankles remained firm.
When he’d filled her up to his wrist, stretching her vaginal walls, he curled his fingers into fist.
Carrie moaned. His fingers felt so strange—and yet so good. Then … oh then … his fingertips rhythmically stroked on the underside of her entrance, tapping against her g-spot.
The fondling of her clit and the manipulation of her pussy’s most erotic spot tossed her into blinding pleasure.
The intensity of the orgasm tore a scream from her throat.
She was awash in the light and heat of absolute bliss. As the last waves of her orgasm rippled through her, Marc removed his hand and sat back.
“God.” Carrie sucked in a steadying breath. “That was … unbelievable.”
“Thank you. But there’s more in store for you, sweet Carrie. It’s time for your husband to come in. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” said Carrie. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for two men, but she was damned sure gonna give it a try.
Chapter Four
When Greg entered the room, Marc pulled Carrie onto his lap and held her by the waist.
She felt instantly guilty—as if she were an adulterer about to be caught by her husband.
“Take a deep breath,” he murmured.
She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out.
As Greg got undressed, his gaze carefully blank, Marc cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. She sat across his thighs, his hard cock nestled against her crotch. He twitched it against her pussy, causing trembles of need. Oh, God.
Greg stood on the side of the bed, looking at them.
“Join us, Greg,” said Marc. “Let’s make love to your wife.”
Carrie felt the blood rush out of face. Greg looked as though he regretted this whole fantasy idea. She wanted to smooth away the furrows in his brow, talk to him until the pain left his eyes.
His cock was soft, but she hoped that wouldn’t be the case for long. Marc leaned forward, cupped her neck, and brought his lips to her ear.
“He loves you so much.” The tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “What do you want to do?”
She wanted to show Greg how much she loved him. How much she needed him.
He climbed on the bed, casting an unsure look at Marc. “What do we do?”
Carrie crawled off Marc and into Greg’s arms. “I want you,” she whispered. She cupped his face, stared into his amber eyes. “Thank you. But if you don’t want to go through with it—”
“I want to,” he reassured her. He seemed to relax a little. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
CARRIE CARESSED THE hard cocks and tense balls of the two men on either side of her. Marc and Greg pleasured her breasts, their hot mouths and slick tongues tormenting her nipples.
Once again, the heat of desire engulfed her. Greg tugged her nipple between his teeth and she gasped at the sharp pleasure.
“Greg. Marc.”
They lifted their heads and looked at her, both of their gazes dark with need. Her pulse jumped, and she licked her lips. They were both so damned gorgeous.
Greg’s hand coasted across her stomach, leaving streaks of tickly heat in his path.
“Remember what we did in the hotel room, Greg? With my breasts?”
“Hell, yes.”
Her grin was wicked. “Let’s do it again.” She looked at Marc and fluttered her eyelashes outrageously. “My pussy will need attention.”
Marc scooted between her legs, and waited to see what Greg would do. Her husband found the lubricant and squirted some between her breasts.
Carrie squeezed her breasts together. Greg straddled her, leaning forward to hold onto the bed’s headboard, and pushed his hard cock between her soft mounds of flesh. She loved it when Greg played with her breasts and nipples. It was as if an electric wire connected her nipples to her pussy.
Carrie pinched her nipples, gasping at the erotic zaps, and watched her husband’s cock fuck her breasts.
He pumped faster, his grunts and groans increasing with his pace. He really was a breast man.
Marc suckled her clit.
Carrie pushed her breasts closer to tighten the gap, and twisted her nipples faster and harder. Marc worked her clit hard, licking and sucking. Pleasure rose quickly, almost too quickly, and burst.
Her pussy throbbed with exquisite release.
“Carrie!” Greg’s hot seed spurted onto her neck, his cock trembling between her sweat-slickened breasts.
She released her breasts and leaned forward to lick Greg’s cock. He shifted positions so she could take more of his shaft into her mouth. She licked off his musky essence.
“Hmm,” said Carrie. “What’s next?"
Marc grinned. “We’re going to make your fantasy come true.”
GREG KISSED HER, a slow meeting of the lips that made Carrie’s heart pound. She sighed into his mouth, suckling his bottom lip, tracing the upper one before spearing the seam. He tasted like peppermint Tic Tacs. He groaned and she swallowed the sound, angling her head to taste more of him. His tongue danced with hers.
As Greg released her mouth and kissed her jaw, Marc’s hand coasted down her back. Desire speared her. Oh, God. Two men making love to her. She could barely wrap her brain around it.
“Lay down between us,” said Marc.
Carrie lay on her back. Marc was on her left and Greg was on her right. Marc seemed content to watch her and Greg. Her husband had apparently gotten over his doubts. Or maybe the idea of another man sharing their bed, sharing her, tur
ned him on, too.
His mouth traveled along her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. His tongue traced one areola then he tasted her nipple. He licked and laved. She pressed his head against her chest and moaned.
Marc leaned down and kissed her. Carrie felt a jolt of electricity.
Greg’s groan shuddered across her flesh as his lips clamped the nipple and suckled it into a taunt, aching peak. His other hand cupped her left breast, kneading it, two fingers pinching its hardening point.
Marc’s kiss deepened. Carrie didn’t know what to do with herself. Her body hummed in anticipation.
“I want your cocks in my mouth,” she said. “Please!”
Both men rolled onto their backsides. She scooted between them and looked at the male buffet before her. Greg’s eyes were glazed, his body trembling, and his cock hardening. Marc’s cock was still hard from their previous play. She grasped both shafts in her hands and stroked.
The men moaned in unison.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Greg’s cock. She sucked him into her mouth, tickling the sensitive underside of his ridge.
After teasing him to full hardness, she bent and received Marc’s large, thick cock into her mouth. He tasted different from Greg, more musky, but just as good. She took him to the base of his impressive cock, relaxing her throat to take him all.
She suckled the tip, dipping into the tiny hole and was rewarded by a taste of pre-cum. Quivering with lust, she released Marc and returned to Greg.
She slid her tongue down his shaft, peppering it with tiny kisses and quick licks. She cupped his balls, playing with them before lowering her mouth to each one, suckling and laving.
Then she returned to Marc’s cock. She sucked it into her mouth, slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken it all again.
“Carrie,” Marc said in a breathless voice, “that feels so good.”
Desire pounded through her. She could barely catch her breath as she released Marc and took Greg’s cock into her mouth again, all the way to the base. Her tongue ravaged the hard length, licking, stroking. She took all of him as she went down again and again.
God, she was turned on. Her pussy was wet and tight with need.
“Honey,” warned Greg. “That feels too good.”
Carrie rose to her knees and looked at the men. Her heart pounded unevenly. God, she couldn’t believe she was going to experience her fantasy.
Chapter Five
MARC PATTED THE space between him and Greg. “It’s your turn, Carrie.”
Would Greg enjoy this? Would it change their relationship for the better … or the worse? He nodded as if to reassure her that yes, he would share her—all the way—with Marc. Lust rippled through her. Two men … oh yum!
Carrie laid between the two men, trembling in fearful anticipation. Would this experience truly be what she wanted?
Marc and Ben stretched out on either side of her.
Marc leaned forward and cupped her breast, suckling the soft peak. Then Greg cupped her other breast, kneading it gently. Then his mouth encircled her nipple.
Heat flooded her as Marc and Greg played with her breasts, their hands drifting down her rib cage, over her hip, down the inside of her thigh, then up again.
She squirmed and moaned, loving the feel of their lips, their hands and soon … their cocks.
Carrie’s eyes drifted closed and she just enjoyed all the sensations. Two hands were good, but day-amn, four were better. A finger diddled her clit, then parted the folds of her pussy and dipped inside.
“Oh, God. Oh, yes!”
Both men pressed against her and she felt the thick lengths of their penises press into her thighs.
Now, two fingers teased her pussy as both lovers suckled her nipples. The embers of her lust burst into ravaging flames that burned through her, heating to combustible levels.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Both of you.”
“Have you ever had anal sex, Carrie?” asked Marc.
“No,” she admitted. “But I want you both inside me.” She quivered at the very idea of two lovers penetrating her. What would it be like for real?
“We need to get you ready,” said Marc. “I want you to get on top of Greg and lift your beautiful ass up for me.”
She did as he directed. Her nipples scraped her husband’s chest as her rear end hovered in the air, waiting for Marc’s preparation.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him leave the bed and open the nightstand drawer. He put on a condom, tossing the foil packet back into the drawer. Then he removed a huge tube of lube.
She looked at Greg. Fear and excitement wound through her as she leaned down and kissed him. His tongue played with hers and she let herself return to the game, to the fantasy.
The plastic tip of lubricant was inserted into her anus. She tensed as she felt the cold gel fill her. The reality of her sexual adventure walloped her. Was she really going to allow Marc to fuck her anally while Greg fucked her pussy?
She looked at Marc over her shoulder. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
“Yes, you can.” He tossed the tube onto the night stand. He smiled and then he stuck his finger into her ass! She yelped.
Marc chuckled. “This is for you, Carrie. All for you.”
Greg was ready for her, his hard cock pressed against her stomach. His eyes were glazed with passion. The whole experience had turned him on, not off, as she had feared.
As Marc stretched her anal opening, Greg rolled her nipples between his fingers. Pleasure sparked through her.
“Take his cock,” ordered Marc.
She lowered her pussy onto Greg’s cock and used her inner muscles to stroke him.
He groaned.
Greg held onto her hips and executed smooth, long strokes while Marc played with her ass. She gave herself over to the sensations.
Then she felt Marc fit the head of his cock against her ass. She sucked in a breath, her gaze flying to Greg’s. He was in full-blown lust. He kept fucking her and every time he bumped her clit, she felt her bliss peak higher and higher.
Marc leaned forward, working his big cock into her ass.
“It burns,” said Carrie.
“Push back as I push in.”
Greg stopped moving, and Carrie wiggled her ass back as much as she could. Marc slowly seated himself in her canal. Her ass tissues quivered and burned. The pressure was intense. Two cocks filled her and she wouldn’t be surprised if the men couldn’t feel each other’s members rubbing together.
She sucked in a few deep breaths. Her body trembled. Sensations rioted through her. God. Oh, God.
Greg thrust into her pussy. His hands moved to her shoulders; Marc’s hands clamped onto her hips. She kissed Greg, her tongue matching the slow rhythm of his cock.
Marc caught their rhythm and soon, his cock was working in and out of her ass with same urgent cadence.
Greg bucked under her, his cock pumping faster. He was panting and straining, his face tight as he hurtled toward release.
They all fucked each other, sweating and groaning. Her breasts scraped Greg’s chest and her buttocks slapped against Marc’s hips.
“More!” cried Carrie. “Fuck me harder! Make me come!”
Their movements were frantic now, and the feel of Marc plowing her ass and Greg fucking her pussy sent Carrie into a mind-blowing orgasm.
The pleasure ignited, burned, and took her to the stars. She floated in the waves of heat, trying to catch her breath.
Still, the men fucked her.
She had barely caught her breath when she felt Greg tense. He thrust deeply inside her, groaning as he came. His cock pulsed inside her.
Then Greg’s cock slipped out of her. Marc’s movements forced her clit to slide along the ridge of Greg’s half-hard penis.
Carrie captured Greg’s lips, warring with his tongue, feeling the rise of another orgasm. Oh, God.
Her clit throbbed, her second orgasm a few strokes away.
; “I’m coming!” cried Marc.
His cock throbbed against her sensitive ass tissues and she flew over the edge again, shuddering and breathless, collapsing onto Greg’s chest.
Chapter Six
The next evening…
CARRIE HELD GREG’S hand as they walked along the beach. Just minutes ago, they had indulged in a midnight swim, splashing and teasing each other.
Their bathing suits were still wet, but they didn’t care.
“Would you ever want to do it again?” asked Greg.
Carrie stopped walking and looked at him. “Make love to two men?”
Greg nodded.
“I had the most wonderful fantasy—a fantasy that you made come true. I don’t need to experience it again, honey. I have you. You’re all I want.” She cupped his face and kissed him. “Happy anniversary.”
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Chapter 1
“MR. DEVERAUX, I’M not wearing that.” Claire Williams handed her boss the rejected clothing and picked up her planner. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more: that she wanted to wear the provocative clothing or that her gorgeous not-quite-former employer had asked her to put it on. Pushing away such useless thoughts, Claire flipped open the planner to the current day, took out her ballpoint pen, and said, “You have an appointment with—”
“Claire.”
Did he have to say her name like that? Her boss had the most sexy voice—it was as silky-smooth as a late-night DJ’s. Luscious Lucius, which was what other female employees called the annoying, arrogant, and handsome publisher of Bad Boy Magazine, crooked a finger at her. She obediently stepped into his personal space. He draped the tiny black leather skirt over her shoulder.
“There is a dress code,” he said. “You must wear appropriate attire.”
She opened her mouth and he pressed a finger against her lips, his brown eyes sparkling with their usual mischief. Such an intimate gesture caused tingles in her belly. In fact, she had suffered the same kind of idiotic attraction to ol’ Luscious as every other woman who came within three feet of him.
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