“Mmmm, I’d like that,” she said, leaning forward and rubbing her lips against Martin’s thigh that was only inches away.
When she tried to move from his arms, Robert tightened his hold. “No need to get up, baby,” he said. He reached down and jerked at the side of her panties, easily tearing the fabric. “Turn over, baby.”
When he loosened his grip on her, Anna rolled over. The submissive side of her soul melted as the two men took command and gave her instructions. She watched the pleasure in his eyes as Robert tore that side of her panties then pulled them from her body and tossed the scrap over his shoulder.
He then patted one ass cheek and said, “Go suck on Martin’s cock.”
Robert moved away as she rolled over and then crawled over her husband’s leg. Martin spread his legs wider as she settled between them with her lips only inches from his erection.
Though curious about where Robert had gone, Anna did not concern herself too much as she settled her arms along the outsides of Martin’s legs. Once she was as comfortable as she could be on elbows and knees, she leaned in and nuzzled her nose back and forth across the base of the erect cock lying before her. Then she used the tip of her nose to draw a line up its length, breathing deeply of the masculine scent she found there. She could not help but smile when his cock twitched and he drew in a sharp breath at her actions. This was not the first time she had caressed him this way, but each time he reacted just as strongly.
When she reached the head of his penis, she kissed the shaft just under the head before extending her tongue for a little lick at his skin. She liked teasing him, drawing out the pleasure and giving him all the foreplay he needed. That was another thing they found during their years together, they both loved to give, and receive, oral loving as much as anything else in their vast and various repertoire of sex play.
Instead of immediately sucking the head of his cock into her mouth, Anna licked her way up his belly the scant few inches to his navel where she planted another kiss, earning herself another sharply indrawn breath from her husband. She began to kiss and nibble her way back down to his cock when the bed shifted behind her and a warm, hard hand caressed its way up the back of one thigh to her ass.
Anna parted her lips and kissed the top of Martin’s erection before taking just the head between her lips. One swipe of her tongue over the slit and she tasted his pre-cum. At the same moment, fingers parted her lower lips and hot breath drifted over her, causing her to moan.
“Oh, shit, honey. Keep that up and I’ll be done,” Martin said as his hands moved from the bed to her shoulders.
Anna tried not to make another sound as a hot, wet tongue moved between her lips from the top all the way to her open, wet entrance. She arched her back and shifted her hips against the tongue that worked its way back to her clit as hands covered and began to massage the globes of her ass.
The tongue swirled around her knotted-up clit then brushed back and forth over the top of the bundle of her nerves, sending her arousal skyrocketing. Needing to distract herself before she came, Anna tried to focus on giving Martin pleasure.
Taking more of his cock into her mouth, she began to suck on it. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, taking as much as she could without gagging, then pulling back until she held only the head. Martin’s hands moved from her shoulders to cup around the back of her head as his hips began to twitch and shift in response to her attention. She heard him panting, felt his cock grow even bigger in her mouth, and knew he was close.
In the meantime, the man between her legs had slid two fingers into her pussy and was steadily fucking her with them as he licked his way up and down her slit.
“Damn, I’m gonna blow,” Martin groaned as his fingers tightened around her head, pulling her hair which sent even more thrills through her.
At that announcement, Robert sucked her clit into his mouth as if he was nursing. That sensation coupled with a thumb brushing over her back hole catapulted Anna into her orgasm. She made a high whining sound around Martin’s cock as she sucked harder, needing him to go with her. Her heart contracted happily when he gave a familiar extended grunt as his hips snapped up and he filled her mouth with his seed.
As they slowly settled, Anna cleaned his cock gently. She was going to hold it gently as she normally did, but Robert’s cock nudging at her open, wet pussy before sliding full length into her on one thrust had her pulling her head up and arching her back in response.
“Oooo, brother, I think she likes that,” Martin said, his words slightly slurred with his release.
“I hope so because I’m hoping to spend a lot of time here.”
Anna could only sigh her reply as Robert began to piston in and out of her pussy, obviously as turned on by their love play as she and Martin were. Her own arousal remained hot and swirling through her, and in minutes she was again climbing the peak to release. One arm wrapped around her chest just under her breasts as the other hand reached between her legs. A finger flicked across her clit, causing her to moan and thrust harder in counterpoint to his movements.
“Come with me, Anna. Come now, baby.” Robert growled in her ear as he took her clit between thumb and first finger and rolled it.
Her cry of completion harmonized with his own as he thrust twice more before holding himself as deep as he could inside her. She felt the added heat of his semen fill her and could not help but clench her pussy muscles around him as her mind splintered at the wonder of what she had just experienced.
When the pieces of her mind came back together again, she found herself snuggled between the two brothers. Her head was on Robert’s shoulder, and Martin had curled up behind her with an arm draped over her middle. Both men were gently petting her as they whispered words of praise at her bravery and ability to please them both.
She tried to lift her hand to caress Robert’s shoulder, but her arm felt too relaxed to move. Instead, she lifted just her fingers and patted the center of his chest. With a deep sigh of total relaxation, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 5
“So what do you think they’re doing up there?” Summer whispered as she, Spring, and Autumn walked the path to Spring’s house after dinner. She and Spring each carried a baby in their arms while Autumn toted the basket that was used to carry all the stuff that babies needed.
“Probably the same thing each of us will be doing later tonight,” Autumn answered.
“Mom, Dad, and Uncle Robert?” Spring asked, sounding shocked. “Ewww, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“Spring, how did you get to be a grown woman with two husbands and two babies and not come to understand that sex, even kinky, three-way sex, is a part of life. Mom, Dad, and Uncle Robert are attractive, vital, healthy adults. Why shouldn’t they have sex?” Summer stared at her older sister. “As the saying goes, ‘there may be snow on the roof, but there’s a fire in the hearth.’ Surely you’re not so naïve as to think that Mom and Dad only had sex four times in their married life?”
“Of course not. I know better than that. I even caught them a couple of times in the hot tub,” Spring said as she led the way into the house.
“Then what’s the problem?” Autumn and Summer asked in unison.
“I just never thought our parents would be involved in something as kinky as a threesome.”
“Maybe not, but wasn’t it Mom who told us that every woman wants two men around?” Summer reminded her.
“That’s so, if you have them trained well enough, one can take out the trash while the other is doing the dishes,” Autumn snarked.
The three women all began to giggle at the knowledge that their mother-in-law had trained all their mates to be just such men. And once the chores were done for the day, the men were equally adept at loving the women into a state of boneless relaxation none had ever felt before.
“If Dad and Uncle Robert are willing to share Mom and Mom is okay with having two men in her bed, I think we should be happy for the
m and thankful that Mom’s too old to have any more babies,” Summer said.
“Oh my God,” Spring breathed. “I hadn’t even thought about that. Oh God, quick. Change the subject. Get that image out of my head.”
“Okay, I’m getting married on Thursday, and I’m pregnant,” Autumn whispered as she set the basket on the table just inside the babies’ room.
* * * *
“Anna, honey, where are you going?” Martin asked in the wee hours after midnight as his wife eased her way to the foot of the bed then stood up.
Robert was still asleep, but after years of sleeping in the same bed, Martin was attuned to his wife’s movements. He always knew when she left their bed, even if he did not always acknowledge it to her. Sometimes she would be gone for a few minutes on a trip to the bathroom, and other times she would leave their bed for an hour or more. After the first few times, he asked her about those middle-of-the-night disappearances.
She had explained in a lighthearted tone that old age was creeping up with her and sometimes hot flashes woke her up and then she would start to think. Instead of waking him with her insomnia, she would either go downstairs or out in the yard and sit for a while as her body cooled and she tried to work out whatever thoughts were troubling her.
“I’m hungry. I thought I’d go downstairs and find something to snack on,” she said as she pulled a T-shirt nightgown over her head.
Before Martin could respond, Robert lifted his head from the pillow and looked at her. “Bring back enough to share with everyone.”
“Yes, sir,” she snarked, giving the retired Admiral a left-handed salute before twisting her hand around and flipping him the bird.
“Baby, you keep that up, you might find yourself across my lap getting a spanking for disrespecting an officer and a gentleman,” Robert returned with a sleepy smile.
Martin chuckled. “I’d like to see that.”
“Be careful, gentlemen, or I’ll just eat in the kitchen and not bring back anything.” She pulled on a pair of sweatpants then stuffed her feet into a pair of clogs. She walked out the door, leaving it open partway so she could find her way back.
“Wait up and we’ll go with you,” Robert said as he got up and reached for his jeans.
“We will?” Martin said, sitting up and staring at his brother through the light coming from a nightlight in the bathroom.
“Yes, we will. We can’t have a beautiful woman running around the place all alone. A bear might eat her or something.”
“But she’s just going to the kitchen,” Martin pointed out.
“Fine, go back to sleep. I’m going downstairs with Anna. Maybe we’ll try out that giant couch in front of the fireplace. Or maybe one of the chairs in the reading nook,” Robert said with a grin.
“Like hell,” Martin muttered as he rolled out of bed and pulled on his pants.
A sliver of a dark emotion stabbed at his heart at the thought of his brother and his wife wandering around alone. He trusted Anna. Robert was his brother. But something about the two of them spending time alone did not sit well with him, but he refused to acknowledge it as jealousy.
Though he and Anna still made love several times a week, it had been a long time since he had come more than once a day and he had already come twice in the past few hours. The thought of watching Anna and Robert made his cock twitch with interest. His breath caught as he adjusted his cock in order to get his zipper up.
Besides, he was awake and hungry, too. Bridget had been true to her word and, when they had not appeared in response to the dinner bell, had brought up a wicker picnic basket full of finger foods. She had left it at their door with a banging knock that woke them from postcoital napping. His stomach clenched, demanding he go with the others and find a snack as well.
On his way out the door, he picked up the basket that Anna had repacked after they ate their dinner a while later. Stepping out of the room, Martin followed his brother toward the staircase. Anna was already descending the stairs as if she had done this a time or two before. She probably had, but he had slept through them on their previous visits to Sanctuary.
As Martin started down the stairs, a feeling that something was not right shivered up his spine. Thanks to numerous night lights placed around the big main room, he was able to look around, but he did not see anything out of place. Nothing had been changed or moved since their last visit the month before. Except for Anna and Robert, no one moved about that would cause his sixth sense to go on alert. But his gut, the spot between his stomach and his heart, screamed that something was off.
By the time he reached Spring’s coffee bar in the center of the room, Anna stepped into the kitchen and flipped the switch for the kitchen and dining area lights. With the additional lighting, he looked around again. When he reached the small area tucked near the front door, he frowned, trying to see through the deep shadows. He saw a shadow in the corner that he could not identify the origin of.
For only the second time since college, Martin wondered if maybe he should have taken up one of the martial arts for protection. Sure he could outtalk everyone he knew, but he was a runner and a swimmer, not a fighter. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure Robert and Anna were out of view. Then he stepped closer to the shadow, needing answers.
He took one step and then a second. On the third, he made out with relief that the shadow in the corner was not a wild animal that had found its way into the building. Two more steps and he stood beside a pile of pillows and blankets tucked securely around one, two, three very small, sleeping children.
“What the fuck?” he whispered then winced as the one on the left shifted in his or her sleep. He waited until the child settled before he turned and hurried to the kitchen.
“Did you see anybody when you came downstairs?” he whispered when he reached the kitchen doorway.
Anna and Robert turned from perusing the contents of the refrigerator to look at him. They shook their heads in unison.
“What’s up?” Robert asked with a frown.
“I found what are either three leprechauns or three abandoned children sleeping in the library.”
“Abandoned children?” Anna asked. She closed the refrigerator door and turned to frown at him “Where are they?”
“Corner of the library.” Martin pointed over his shoulder into the main room.
* * * *
Immediately Anna’s mothering instincts kicked in. Pushing past the two men, she hurried toward the area set up as a reading corner just on the other side of the front door. She heard the men following, but her focus was on seeing for herself the children Martin claimed to have found.
She turned on the first lamp she came to in the cozy reading nook. Once she had light, she looked to the corner and found the pile of blankets and pillows. Turning to the men, she held her hand out. “Stay there,” she ordered in a whisper.
The men froze, though neither looked very happy about it. But she could soothe their ruffled feathers later. What she did not need right now was them waking up the children who would no doubt be scared out of their minds to be faced with strange people in a strange place.
She slowly moved closer to the sleeping children and checked on them. They looked to be about two years old and identical. Triplets, she surmised as she stepped away from them. Looking around, she found two large duffel bags sitting farther along the building’s sidewall with a smaller bag sitting on top of them.
Moving closer to the bags, she saw a manila envelope sticking out of a side pocket of the smaller bag. Pulling it free, she turned and headed back the way she had come. She blinked in surprise when she saw the men were still standing at the edge of the carpeted area, watching her closely as she turned the reading lamp back off again.
She held a finger to her lips as she walked past them and back to the kitchen. Though she was still hungry, solving the mystery surrounding the sleeping children came first. Once they were all in the kitchen, Martin pushed the door closed.
“Here, se
e what’s in there,” she said, handing the envelope to her husband.
Martin looked at the envelope. “It’s addressed to Winter and his boys.”
“Open it,” Anna instructed.
As he opened the envelope and sorted through the paperwork, she went around the kitchen and gathered bread, peanut butter, and jelly. After making three sandwiches which she placed on paper towels, she pulled a glass bottle of milk out of the refrigerator and poured three glasses.
“Holy merde,” Martin muttered as he glanced through the papers.
“What?” Robert asked, trying to see over his brother’s shoulder.
“Seems Winter, Garrett, and Hawk have been named the guardians and granted full custody of those three little girls,” Martin said. “Cassie, Jessie, and Marissa Brown.”
“How did that happen? Where are their parents?” Anna asked at the same moment Robert said, “I thought Winter was gay?”
“He is,” Anna said before biting into her sandwich.
As she ate, she grew thoughtful. Whoever had done this must know her son and his men were gay, but obviously the men’s loving, caring nature played more in this decision than their sexual orientation. But why would a mother leave her children in the middle of the night without a word to anyone?
The men followed her lead and ate. Martin continued reading through the papers, yawning as he did so. By the time she’d cleaned up the kitchen, Anna was ready to return to bed. Taking the paperwork out of Martin’s hands, she returned it to the envelope, which she laid on the large dining room table.
“Let’s go back to bed, boys,” she said, taking Martin’s hand in one of hers and Robert’s in the other.
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