by Bekki Lynn
"So, you knew it was Randy you attacked in the laundry room?"
He stared her down with an accusing look and it made her nervous. "No, absolutely not. hat was pure accident on my part."
"So, what's the difference between us?"
"I'm not sharing the tell-all difference, because it'd be ammunition for you guys to try and change-up on me at some point."
"We wouldn't do that." Randy said.
"Yeah we would." Lenny put his arm around her and asked, "What’s this about you wanting to have more fun?"
"I don't think it's fair to give a girl a taste of a fantasy she's had for ten years, then yank it away."
"No, I guess it's not."
"The way I see it, if we respect our privacy, one another's separate lives, our marriage, why not have sort of an arrangement between us that includes sex. Together as a threesome, as couples, whatever is comfortable and agreeable to all."
Silence reigned until she thought she was going to scream. She got up to go get some air and her husband pulled her down. He leaned around her and spoke to his brother, "Told you so."
"I told you first."
He hugged her to his side. "We'd already decided he gets you tonight." She looked up at him surprised. "I can't pawn the patients off onto to Scott again tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep."
"You're serious. You're really all right with this?"
"I wasn't back in high school, but I've grown up. And, he's not better than I am."
"Am to better than you," Randy dared.
Jackie smacked his leg. "No you’re not. You’re different, wilder, crazier. The differences between the two of you are what will make it work." 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 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.
Lenny ran his hand over her head and kissed her as his brother 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." 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 down the hall. "I need to get something from my room," she whispered.
He pulled on her hand when she started to walk away. "No need to get anything." Winding his arm around her waist, he drew her close. "I've been dying to get you alone since the laundry room incident."
"What are we standing in the hall for?"
"Because once that door closes behind us, I’m going to ravish you." He caressed her lips with his, and then told her, "I want you to be sure you want this. You know, married to my brother and all."
"As long as he's really ok with what we're doing, I want you as badly as I want him." She felt him tremble and that's all the answer she needed. Bringing his mouth to hers, she moved slow and seductively over his lips. His tongue slipped into mouth, searching for hers. Doing the tangle with him, he lifted her into his arms and took her into his room and down on the bed. She landed on something hard and crinkly. Reaching under her, she grabbed a tube of lube and condoms. "Oh my god!" Backing away, she looked at him. "You guys had this planned, didn’t you? He knew you were coming home to stay, didn’t he?"
"Of course," he told her while pushing her robe from her body and nipping her lips.
"I should be pissed at being set up, but I'm too freakin' horny right now." He circled her breast with a finger and bent to wrap his lips around the tip. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched into him.
Jackie heard him open a condom, then the snap and ooze pop of the tube. She shuddered, her body anxious to take him in. He nestled between her thighs and ran his tongue through her slit while massaging the lube into the rim of her anus. Slowly, he inserted multiple fingers.
"Oh, baby, you've no idea how wonderful that feels," she mumbled.
His tongue thrust in and out. She pressed into him. "Please. Do it like old times."
Randy removed his fingers and pushed her legs up as he rose and moved into her. Guiding his cock, she felt him rub the tip against her before pushing into her. Stopping, he let her adjust and then eased further in until she'd taken all of him.
"Feels so good, Jack," he told her.
He thrust, testing and when she moved with him, he slammed into her. "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."
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 alert of his nearness.
He rubbed her clit. "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 wrapped her legs around him and pressed his ass into her as she rubbed her clit against him. Drawing out the orgasm, she groaned. "Damn, babe." She convulsed and held onto him while her body enjoyed itself.
"Woman, nothing’s changed with you," he said as he removed the condom and entered her. "Your body just begs to be had." Tingles swept over her before she had a chance to come down. She bucked. "Fantastic," she whispered as he seemed to sear her as she headed to the peak again.
She dug her heels into the bed, his ass, pressing into him. He cupped her cheeks and thrust in and out of her tunnel. She clawed at the bedding, his head; a deep, soulful moan rumbled out as she tried to fall over the ledge. She shuddered and lifted higher into him. He withdrew and sucked 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. "I'm going to make, slow, slow…love…"
The End.
AUTHOR BIO
Bekki Lynn is a multi-published author of erotic romance and many of its sub-genres. While living in numerous US states, raising four sons and enjoying a career in food service, she's stored enough ammunition for more stories then she may be able to write in her lifetime. To further learn more about her, check out her websites.
http://bekkilynn.net
http://bekkilynnsplanet.blogspot.com
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