Loving her.
He let out another groan as Max bottomed out inside him before he slapped Sean’s ass. “Yeah, buddy. You get to be the middle this morning.” Max’s fingers grabbed hold of Sean’s hips. “Enjoy, buddy. Make her come before I do, and maybe I’ll get you off a second time. Otherwise, you’re wearing a vibrating butt plug all day and you’ll be in fucking misery.”
Well, if that is how he wants to play it.
He circled her clit with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. She squealed, which immediately turned into a long, low moan as she tipped over the edge.
“Aw, you fucker,” Max said. He buried his cock deep in Sean’s ass and reached around to start stroking Sean’s cock. “Guess it’s your lucky day.”
Now Sean was fucking himself back and forth between Max’s hand and cock, all while seeing if he could coax another one out of Cali. Sometimes, in the morning, they could get several out of her if they tried really hard, even though all of them were usually more of evening sex people than morning ones.
Meanwhile, Cali had a good handful of his hair, a tight grip on it that felt good in that hot sex sort of way he loved.
He loved this, them.
Everything about it.
Yes, there’d been some mornings they’d been late to work because they’d ended up having sex, the three of them.
Or one or both of them had taken her as soon as they’d walked in the door in the afternoon.
Why would he ever want to give this up? Any of it?
I don’t.
And that basically was the final nail in that argument.
“Come on,” Max coaxed. “Use that mouth on her. You know I love hearing you make her come for us.”
Another thing. Even though it was one or the other of them—usually, sometimes both at the same time—it was always still them.
She was theirs, just like they were hers.
Cali tipped over the edge again, and Max’s grip tightened on Sean’s cock. “Okay. Squeeze my cock with that ass of yours, buddy.” He started jacking Sean faster, harder, and Sean held on to Cali as he started fucking back against Max’s cock with gusto.
“Yeah, there’s my guy.” Sean felt the release building, a little slower this time because he wasn’t exactly a teenager anymore, but it didn’t hurt that Max’s cock, at that angle, was pressing against his prostate.
Who didn’t love a good cock in their ass?
He sure as hell did.
Cali leaned forward, stroking his hair now. “Come for us, baby,” she urged. “Give it to him.”
That did it. She always had that effect on him, whether it was the two of them tag-teaming him, or she and him ganging up on Max. Orgasm number two blasted out of him, coating Max’s hand with cum.
“There you go,” he grunted as he started moving again. He didn’t even bother wiping his hand off, grabbing Sean’s hip and fucking him hard and fast, grinding against his ass and working up to his own orgasm a few strokes later.
As they collapsed onto the office floor, Cali slid out of the chair to join them there on the carpet.
“Dude, you spooged me,” Sean mumbled.
“Technically you spooged yourself,” Max said, wiping his hand all over Sean’s back and making Cali laugh.
“Meow.”
They looked to see Baxter sitting right there, staring at them, his tail curled around his feet and the tip of it flicking at them.
“Did he watch us that whole time?” Sean asked.
“I don’t know,” Cali said. “I was a little distracted.”
“Probably,” Max said. “He’s a perv.”
“Pervy pussy,” Sean said, the familiar joke making them all chuckle.
Max sat up and untangled himself from Sean. “Well, guess we’re getting a shower now. Anyone want to join me?”
Sean stuck his hand up. “Ooh, pick me!”
Cali kissed him. “Wasn’t an either-or choice, dude.” She stood. “Let’s go de-spooge. I think I’m awake now.”
Sean climbed to his feet, grabbing Cali’s discarded panties from the floor since Baxter had started eyeing them.
Wouldn’t be the first time the cat ran off with underwear. Hers or theirs.
Add panty-sniffing to his bondage fetish.
“You are a perv, buddy.”
Baxter flicked his tail at him. “Meow.”
Sean followed Cali and Max out of the room. “Wait for me.”
Baxter followed. “Meow.”
Chapter Seven
They weren’t the first there, but there were only a couple of cars parked in front of the house when June and Scrye arrived. In fact, Scrye was still outside bringing their things in when June headed inside, carrying the casserole dish. She set it on the kitchen counter with the other food and sought Cali out.
Pulling her aside, she gave her a long, strong hug before fishing the card from her bag to hand to her. “Please tell them they can call us. Day or night. I already texted Chelbie, but please reiterate to them that we’re there for them.”
Cali nodded. “I will. Thanks.”
“Have you talked to her? Mal?”
“Not yet, no. I talked to Chelbie this morning. They’re…as good as can be expected. It’s going to take a while.”
“It will. My older sister had a miscarriage at four months. It devastated her. But she later went on to have two beautiful girls.”
“I’ll go put this with the others.”
June went to find a spot for their stuff in a corner of the living room. Scrye had promised her a rope scene tonight, which meant a good, hard fucking in the process.
She hoped.
The e-mail about Kel and Mal had sort of taken a little of the starch out of both of them. Yes, life happened, and bad things happened to good people. While bad things had befallen some of their group, for the most part, they were well-insulated from the worst life threw at them.
It was a reminder.
A place June struggled not to go in her mind. Not even that morning on Manasota Key, but a dark night in the past, in a deserted clearing next to a river.
A place not even Scrye could venture with her, much less know about.
A dark place she’d take with her to her grave.
A place she’d had to go, for July’s sake.
For justice’s sake.
Scrye walked in, his bags in hand. “This us?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He dropped his rope and implement bags next to hers and she rose up on tiptoes to kiss him. “You sure your back feels up to doing this?”
“I’m sure.” He delivered a hard, bare-handed swat to her ass before grinding his hips against hers. Tonight, he wore shorts, and the hard outline of his cock pressed against her through them. “So’s that.”
She grinned up at him. “Goody.”
June didn’t want to play immediately. She wanted to spend some time with their friends first. And as more people arrived and the house started to fill with energy, she felt the subtle undercurrent of melancholy usually not present at these gatherings. To a lesser extent than what they’d all felt in the aftermath of losing Kaden, but still palpable.
June stood on the lanai and stared at the frame and then a wave of sadness hit her as she realized it was Kel’s frame.
Duh, of course it is.
She felt like an idiot. How many years had she known the guy?
Scrye walked up behind her, slipping his massive arms around her and nibbling on her neck. “How you feeling, baby?”
She stared at the frame. “I hope they’re okay,” she softly said.
One of the things she desperately loved about her husband was his ability to—usually—pick up on her thoughts.
He had the occasional man moment, but for the most part, he hit the mark.
“I’ll text Kel tomorrow and check in with him,” he said. “See how they’re doing.”
She turned in his arms and stared up at him. “Thanks.”
“We can’t force ourselves on them. All we can do is be there.”
“I know.”
“I know you want to mom her, both of them, but they’re not your kids.”
“I know.” She rested her head against his massive chest. “I just remember how happy she was, and now…”
He stroked her back. “I know, sweetheart.”
Sean appeared, wearing a green headband with bobbing green pigtails and tinsel bouncing with every step. “Hey! Glad you guys could make it.”
They stared at his headband, June finally snickering. “That’s some fashion statement.”
He rolled his eyes up, as if to look at it, and pointed at his head. “You mean this?”
Somewhere, music was playing, currently something by Godsmack. Sean started bobbing his head in time to the music like an ’80s hair band singer, making the green pigtails spastically bounce around.
He looked like a demented Dr. Seuss character.
“Made you smile, though, didn’t it?” Sean grinned before heading off to talk to other partygoers.
Scrye chuckled. “That boy’s just not right in the head. Nice, but not right in the head.” He focused his attention on her again. “Ready to play?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The MMA mats had already been set up under the frame before the first people played on it, and now the space was free again. June grabbed her bag while Scrye grabbed his, and they made their way over to the frame.
She got naked while he unzipped his rope bag, withdrew coils of rope, and started preparing.
“Green ropes?” she asked, eyebrow arching. He hardly ever used them, preferring black or red or royal blue.
He grinned. “Figured why not. Tie to the party’s theme.”
A previous player had left behind their climbing carabiner hard point secured to the frame for others to use for the evening. Scrye left it, but tied his own ring in place next to it and then tested it while June stretched and prepared for whatever he had in mind for her tonight.
At least the evening was warm enough she didn’t have to worry about being chilly on the lanai.
Yay, Florida!
As Scrye started tying her, June closed her eyes and let her mind begin to slip into that wonderful place she always went during their scenes. Her form of subspace, her focus tightly drawing in until only Scrye and the rope remained. His hands on her, lingering, cupping her breast or fingers tugging on a nipple to tease her as he worked to create a rope harness on her.
Time disappeared and folded in upon itself. She could have stood there ten minutes or an hour as he worked, she didn’t care. This was one of her favorite things, to have him all to herself, his full focus, his mind on her and the rope and not on accounting or any myriad workaday issues in their lives.
Just them.
Just the dance they did.
The side of him that could only come out like this, free, unleashed, the big man’s sadistic side reserved only for her.
When he had her ready to suspend he guided her hands up over her head so her fingers could wrap around the ring. She felt the belaying ropes in place and as she lifted her feet from the mats, he took up the slack and she felt the harness pull against her, fighting gravity as she flew. She wiggled a little, settling in, testing everything so she could have him make adjustments as needed.
Tonight he’d chosen to suspend her facedown. He held his arms under her to support her while she released the ring, easing her into place where she gently swung under the frame. Bending her legs back at the knees, he bound them into place, tying her so her thighs lay wide open, exposing her, unable to pull them together. Then he tied her arms behind her, and her hair, forcing her head up.
With that done, he gave her a push, spinning her around and back again, making sure the rig was secure. When she felt him buckle a soft blindfold around her head, she knew she was in for a ride.
He stepped between her legs and squeezed her ass cheeks, hard, making her moan. She’d have purple imprints of his fingers in her flesh tomorrow, and she’d enjoy looking at them in the mirror every time she went to the bathroom.
He knew that.
He stepped away, and she started when she felt his fingers on her nipples. “Hold still.”
She whined as he clipped the nipple clamps in place, lightly tugging on the chain connecting them. “That should distract you,” he teased.
He also knew damn well it’d make her hornier than hell.
Next came bare-handed spanking, a warm-up, getting her flesh nice and pink before he started whatever the next step would be. His overall pattern didn’t vary much. Some impact play, then fucking her, if he felt like it, then her sucking his cock clean. Sometimes sucking him first before he fucked her. If he was tired or had already busted his nut earlier in the day, sometimes he focused on her.
But not tonight. She could feel the hard outline of his cock brushing against her through his shorts tonight. Tonight would be a fucking kind of night, and she always loved it.
Loved him.
He laid a couple of implements on her back. She couldn’t tell what they were, but as the first impact landed on the outside of her right thigh, she recognized a light acrylic paddle, one they’d bought from Max and Sean a few years back.
She lovated it—the stingy sensation blurring with pleasure when Scrye pressed one, then two fingers into her pussy and started slowly finger-fucking her as he smacked her.
Writhing in the ropes, June struggled to get over, knowing he was drawing her pleasure out on purpose but still hoping she could sneak the first one in before he realized it. He alternated sides every few swats, and before she realized it he had three fingers deep inside her pussy.
“That’s my good girl,” he said. The implement disappeared, quickly replaced by another paddle she recognized upon the first smack across her ass as a stingy wooden one she also hated.
That was irrelevant.
Her body couldn’t lie, clenching his fingers as he teased her, not giving her quite enough traction to get over yet. Oh, she knew he would absolutely make her come—or he’d not dare let her out of the ropes.
But once he started revving her engine, she was on his timetable, not hers, no matter how badly she wanted it.
He leaned in and bit her left ass cheek, then her right one, making her moan and squirm even more, trying to hump his hand even though she couldn’t achieve much from the way she was suspended.
“Such a horny girl,” he teased.
That tone. Ohhh, she knew it well.
The tone that said he really wanted to play tonight, and she was going to have to wait on him to finish her off. They couldn’t play like this at the club because of their rules. Well, they could to a certain extent, but they didn’t like to. And at home they really didn’t have a good rig for suspension.
But at the private parties, he could completely drop all pretenses of being a big teddy bear and have fun the way he wanted.
Which was totes fine with June.
He slowly worked his way through different implements, including teasing her with a pair of vampire gloves, lightly running them all over her body and even giving her ass a few swats.
It felt like forever until she felt his cock brush against her lips. She immediately opened, loving how he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth. She tasted his salty pre-cum and knew he wouldn’t let her do this for too long before he moved to the main event.
“That’s my good girl,” he hoarsely said. “Suck my cock, baby.”
He fed it down her throat until her nose was pressed against his body, easing back again, slowly, teasing her. She’d learned to deep-throat him early on, loving his reaction to it. Especially when he realized it meant he could fuck her face hard, use her, and she could take it without problem.
There were times her guy was a romantic teddy bear, and times he was a vicious sadist. And everywhere in between.
She loved all his aspects, just the way he loved her gentle little girl
side and her sexy slut side.
The trust they had carefully cultivated, with over twenty years of marriage between them, meant they’d long ago left any hang-ups behind.
June knew how damn lucky she was, and she never took him for granted.
Once he’d taken as much of her skilled mouth as he could without exploding, he withdrew, spun her around, and easily slid his cock home inside her drenched pussy, filling her.
The first flutters of an orgasm tried to carry her over, except he stopped right there.
“No, you don’t get off that easily, baby,” he said. She heard the smile in his tone and knew exactly how his eyes would look, crinkled at the outer edges, his lips curled in a smile with his beard and mustache almost but not quite hiding them.
In jeans and leathers he looked like a badass biker. In a suit and tie, no one suspected he was anything other than a mild-mannered accountant.
He’d left one last implement on her back. It was this one he now grabbed. As he dragged it over her flesh, she immediately recognized it as another of Max and Sean’s kinky creations, a double-sided paddle, slightly floppy because it was made from rubber diamond tread. It looked fairly sedate but packed a fucking punch. And every impact made the chain on the nipple clamps swing, adding to her torment.
And it was with this last implement he started smacking her thighs and ass, her pussy clenching around his cock with every impact. She even felt his cock twitching inside her, enjoying her reactions to it as much as she was enjoying this whole scene.
Finally, he dropped it and she heard it hit the mat. He reached under her, stroking her clit with his fingers before lightly pinching it. “Come quick, or you’ll have to hold it.”
He rolled her clit between her fingers and that was all it took after all that prep work. She exploded, moaning, loving it when he grabbed the harness with his other hand and started fucking her even as he forced her to keep coming.
“That’s right, baby. Who owns this sweet cunt?”
“Y-you do, Master!”
“Bet your ass…I…do!” He punctuated the last several words with his cock before burying it deep inside her with a satisfied groan. “There you go.”
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