by Zoey Marcel
Could she?
There was the danger Gavin posed, not to mention the fact that two husbands sounded so greedy of her.
But she loved them, and they adored her. They were single, and she was unattached as well. If they were all free to love and be loved and weren’t betraying or hurting anyone by being together, how could that be wrong?
“So what do you think of our butler and gardener?” Brighton asked. “Pretty hot, aren’t they?”
She blushed. “Well, this is awkward.”
Siegfried, the butler, gave her a sympathetic smile. “Are you sure you want to settle for this troublemaker, miss?”
Brighton smirked. “See if I don’t mess up my room and make you clean it.”
Chuck, the gardener, gave her the once-over. “If things don’t work out for you guys, I’ll be happy to take her off your hands.”
David’s head flew up. “Excuse me?”
Chuck paled. “Sorry, sir. I forgot you were there.”
David threw Brighton a chastising glance.
Brighton shrugged. “Why don’t you guys bounce? We’re gonna fuck her.”
Danielle grew warm.
Siegfried headed out.
Chuck swatted Brighton on the butt on his way out.
David’s eyes bugged out. “Brighton, what the hell?”
“Relax, my good man. Chuck and I slap each other on the ass every now and then. We’re like football players.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s why he does it. You’re way too friendly with the servants. There’s no balance with you. You’re either bossing the hell out of them or flirting with them.”
“David, chill. Dad’s snooty enough without you crapping out on me. If Danielle is bothered by it, I’ll stop.”
“I don’t mind as long as they don’t get into bed with you,” she said.
Brighton blew her a kiss. “I’m all yours, baby.”
“Good.” She smiled. “I love your house. It’s exactly how I remember it.”
The trio stood in the great room, basically a humongous-ass living room for the stinkin’ rich.
“And we look even better than you remember?” Brighton asked with a wiggle of his brows. Flashing a mischievous grin over at his eldest brother, he added, “But mainly me, of course.”
She laughed. “How can I choose between you two?”
“You won’t have to,” David said in a husky timbre as he moved in behind her.
Her body heat escalated at his nearness. She felt sensual warmth permeating off of him.
Brighton moved in front of her. They made a human sandwich out of her, ensconcing her in flesh and masculine strength that made her woozy and weak in the knees.
“What about your staff?” she asked nervously.
“They have the rest of the night off,” Brighton answered, combing his fingers through her tresses.
Danielle gasped when David’s hands moved around her to cup her breasts. She pushed into his groping palms shamelessly. She wanted both men too much to even think of leaving now.
Who was going first? Why wasn’t the other guy leaving?
Moisture seeped into her slit when Brighton began working open the fly on her tan khaki shorts. She liked how they had just decided that it was time to take her clothes off. Her body was definitely on board with the racy little plan.
Still…
“What about your father?” she inquired.
“Shh,” David crooned, sliding his hands up under her black racer-back tank top. “He’s not here. It’s just the three of us.”
Her eyes closed and her breasts sagged into his hands after he unclasped the front hook of her salmon-colored bra. At first the heat from his hands warmed her big nipples, but after a bit of kneading, the tips firmed, becoming as erect with excitement as David’s cock felt pressing into her lower back.
She stood barefoot on the cushy rug as Brighton guided the shorts down her legs.
“Step out of them, baby.”
She obeyed, folds coating in hot nectar when she saw her clothing being peeled away slowly. Soon they would have her naked. She would have them nude. She’d fantasized about this moment for years. Living it now felt surreal, transcendent almost.
Brighton cupped her mound through her panties. “You’re so hot down there. I think you want me.”
“I do. Are you…Who’s going first?” she asked shyly.
She wasn’t normally like this during sex, but it was her first time with these two men she loved, and she wanted it to be perfect.
Brighton studied her for a second. “First? You misunderstood. We’re taking you at the same time.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He grinned. “You heard me.”
David kissed her on the head, rolling her breasts in thought-crushing circles that turned her will into putty. “Any objection to that, pumpkin?”
Her cunt throbbed with need.
“No. It sounds wonderful.”
It did sound divine, but would they respect her afterward in spite of going to bed with two men at once? If this was merely a fling, the question wouldn’t even matter, but these men wanted to marry her. Would they still consider her wife material after this risqué tryst?
“Kiss me,” Brighton ordered on a whisper.
Danielle met his lips, melting into the molten kiss. Her spine tingled at the prowess of his seductive mouth slowly devouring hers into surrender.
Her nipples prickled and tightened with need beneath David’s tweaking and plucking at them.
She jolted, a whimper of desperation skating from her when Brighton’s hand dipped into her panties. The salmon-pinkish orange color matched her bra, and she liked the little white pineapples flecked all over the cotton.
His palm smoldered against her pussy. She felt cream leak from her channel and the pulse inside her intensifying.
“I feel you creaming all over me,” Brighton murmured against her lips. “Do you like the way David’s hands feel on your breasts?”
She swallowed and nodded, unable to speak for the rush of sensations.
Brighton grinned. “But not as much as my hand on your pussy?”
He chuckled when David reached up and slapped him upside the head.
“Lift your arms up so he can take your top off,” Brighton gently commanded.
Danielle raised her arms, feeling pretty much naked and powerless at the delicious, freeing sense of David pulling her tank top off her body followed by her bra.
“Damn,” Brighton breathed. “They’re fantastic. Turn around and show him, baby. Show David your amazing breasts.”
“You’re sweet.” She slowly pivoted to display her rack to David.
“Mmm. Beautiful.” David gave her an appreciative smile, brown eyes hungry.
Her head fell back against Brighton when his brother bent down for a taste of her fleshy mounds. He bestowed tender kisses on them before ravaging them with his mouth. His warm nibbles and ravenous sucking left her feverish and shaky.
She heard Brighton’s shirt come off behind her and the sound of him unzipping his jeans. A moment later she felt her panties being tugged aside while she still wore them and the sizzling flesh of Brighton’s hard cock touching her naked pussy. He let her panties snap back into place so they cradled his erection against her bare mons.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
Her cunt wept, the tears oozing onto his rigid length. Feeling his hot flesh baking against hers made her ache for consummation.
David’s horny feasting on her tits made her pussy drip with instinct.
As much as she thoroughly enjoyed his mouth on her bosom, she needed to feel his mouth devouring hers. She fisted his hair and tugged on it gently, encouraging him to get up. He kept right on sampling her breasts and licking her nipples into taut nubs of steel. It aroused the hell out of her that he refused to get up until he was good and ready to.
When David stood, his mouth crashed down on hers like he’d been thirsting to death for
that kiss. God knew she had.
His kiss was every bit as sublime as Brighton’s.
David swallowed her pleased moan when Brighton slipped his stiff cock out of her panties and proceeded to take her underwear off, leaving her as naked as he was.
She undid David’s fly to get him heading down the path of nakedness like they were. He broke the kiss on a breathless grin and whipped his shirt off over his head while she took his pants off. He stepped out of his underwear for her.
When all three of them were in the buff, both men led her by the hand over to their long, wide couch.
“Lie down, Danielle,” David softly coaxed her.
Coyly, she did as she was told. She had always envisioned being a bold little minx if she ever bedded them, but oddly, nerves got the better of her. It mattered so much more to her this time than it had any of the times with Cash or Gavin.
Brighton knelt beside her on the floor and laced his fingers through her hair while David got between her legs on the couch. He kissed a warm trail of sin down her belly and finally all over her needy snatch.
“God, that feels so good. Let me do something to one of you. It doesn’t have to just be about me,” she offered.
“Shh,” Brighton lulled. “We’ll get to that. Right now let us pamper our girl.”
“We love doing this to you,” David murmured against her private flesh before pressing a delicate kiss on her there.
Feeling his lips pepper soft, warm kisses on the seam of her pussy made her throb in response down there. It got her so hot and bothered to see David poised between her splayed thighs with his head buried in her mound. She saw his slick pink tongue extend, a heartbeat later felt the slippery heat of it pierce into her wet folds, touching her there, tasting her brazen fluid.
Danielle gasped and clutched Brighton’s hand for refuge. He held her hand, gently talking her through it and being there for her. But she couldn’t escape it. David’s tongue left no part of her slit untouched. He laved her inner lips, causing them to open to him and her channel to emit wetness, proving to him how badly she wanted him.
“That’s it,” Brighton cooed. “You just lie there and let him lick you.”
She moaned and let her legs fall open more, exposing her achy sex to David’s predatory mouth. Consequently, his tongue turned aggressive, lapping at her folds all over, making them tingle with the soreness of being licked so ruthlessly.
“Good girl,” Brighton said in a breathy tone as he toyed with her breast. “Just open your legs to my brother and feel him lick every inch of you.”
His dirty talk fired her blood and her juices.
“Brighton,” she panted, grappling for his hand again. “G-God, David.”
His lips curved into a fleeting grin, but he didn’t miss a beat as he tongued her according to his filthy will.
Raw delight filled her. She cried out in pleasured shock when David stabbed his tongue into her vagina and began to fuck her with it.
Brighton squeezed her hand for support and made her lie back down on the couch. “Shh. It’s okay. Just let him tongue fuck you. You know you want it.”
“I need your cock,” she told him.
Brighton grinned and pinched her nipple. “And believe me, baby, you’re gonna get it, but not yet. First we want you to come for us.”
Her head rolled back and she groaned in bliss.
David’s tongue dug forcefully up into her channel, exploring her sex and slurping wet, scorching knowledge of himself into her excited body. She wanted him so madly her cunt pounded in submission, confessing her womanly urges to him in the damp offering of her arousal all over his thirsty tongue.
The wet, dirty sound of David’s tongue exiting her pussy made her body ache for him.
“You taste so fucking good.” His voice came out almost hoarse with lust. “I want you to come for me.”
“Yes,” she begged him.
She cried out when he teasingly pressed his tongue to her clitoris.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
Brighton grinned. “I’m not sure she does.”
“I want it,” she pleaded.
“You want to come, Danielle?” David asked.
“Yes! What have I been saying?” She had to smile at the hot, teasing bastards.
“Ask him for permission,” Brighton instructed.
“Please. Can I come?”
She’d never had to ask before, but it was kind of sexy.
“You may come.” David followed his reply up with an insistent lashing of his tongue on her clit.
“Yes!”
The intensity of her orgasm shocked her. She wailed in delight, surrendering her breasts to Brighton’s greedy hands and her convulsing pussy to David’s conquering mouth. She writhed against them and the couch, pushing her tits and mound into their hands and mouth like they wanted her to.
She jolted upward and then fell back against the couch when the scintillating finale passed. She couldn’t stop shivering with ecstasy, her cunt rippling with the aftershocks of her quaking.
“Holy crap.”
The men chuckled.
“You’re so hot,” Brighton told her, paying homage to her stiff nipple with his lips.
She gasped, and the bud pebbled to an uncomfortable level of hardness that fueled her lust all the more.
“So are you guys. I need you both inside me.”
David breathed a kiss on her labia, making her shiver. He crawled up her body and captured her lips in a shallow, time-stopping kiss.
Brighton stood and got something from his pants pocket. “I call pussy.”
“I don’t think so,” David said with a straight face, tossing Danielle a wink when Brighton’s head was down while ripping open the condom wrapper.
The younger brother about hyperventilated. “You promised, dick face.”
Danielle burst into laughter.
David chortled. “I don’t remember that, and I’m not sure I’ll be too keen on remembering if you insult me like that.”
Brighton donned a humble look of apology. “Sorry, man. Your face looks nothing like your dick.”
David smirked. “That’s better. Hop up, pumpkin.”
He sat up and guided her up with him.
“Kneel in front of me.”
She obeyed and knelt on the floor between David’s spread legs. Running her palms up his hairy thighs, she took in the delectable sight of him. Both men were robust and strong, brimming with maleness and sex appeal, each in his own different way. She craved them so much it was unreal.
Gripping David’s erection in her hand, she drank in every thick, meaty detail. The fleshy pink head blushed with wanton urges. His heavily veined shaft was hard and pulsing with hot blood. The turgid length thickened and elongated with every kiss she lavished on it. She caught the tiny drop of pre-cum seeping from the slit, savoring his briny taste.
Brighton moved in behind her on his knees on the floor. He repositioned her legs to his liking so her thighs were opened more for him.
She parted her lips and took David’s cock into her mouth for the first time. His wild gasp thrilled her. The silky blaze of his private flesh lying against her tongue was to die for.
The rubber tip of Brighton’s protected organ nudged her sex lips apart. She felt a slight push, pressure beckoning her to open her body to him, and then her sex gave in to his will, accepting him inside of her.
His long, deep moan excited her. She relaxed her pelvic muscles to ease his advancement. He sank in completely, and she clenched on his dick, absorbing the filling stretch, embracing the knowledge that she had Brighton’s penis buried deep in her cunt while David’s cock filled her mouth and silenced her pleading whimpers.
It was everything she dreamed it would be and somehow more.
As Brighton began to move inside her, her soft, pitiful cries increased. His erection grazed her G-spot, warming it, causing the gland to swell with the need for release. She doubted the men would last lo
ng enough for her to have a vaginal climax, but it didn’t matter. The euphoria was still so damned good.
Brighton moved his hand around her body and fondled her shaved pussy.
“Oh God!” The exclamation was smothered by David’s dick in her mouth. His swollen flesh cut off her pleas as he gently fucked upward into her mouth while she suckled and groped him.
“That’s it.” He played with her hair. “You know you like it. Fuck, your breasts feel so good on my legs.”
She gave him a thankful moan, reveling in the delicious hair and titillating heat his thighs bathed her in.
Her throbbing clit extended the more Brighton rubbed it.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby. I want you to.”
Tiny whimpers were muffled by David’s dominating cock in her mouth.
“Brighton, hand me those napkins. I don’t want to come in her mouth until we show her our papers.”
Brighton handed his brother some paper napkins.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Danielle’s eyes glazed as a level of otherworldly rapture surrounded her. Her breasts felt so naked and vulnerable lying on the lap of a nude, strong man, and she loved it.
She felt so small and cornered being sandwiched between two men in the buff with their cocks skewering her from both ends. The feeling was incomparable. She’d never felt so overpowered and empowered at the same time before.
A savage gasp choked out of her when her climax hit.
“That’s it,” Brighton gritted out. “God! Come for me, baby. Shit!”
David groaned when her impassioned sounds reverberated on his aroused penis.
The swells of searing pleasure rolled through her in overwhelming waves. It was too incredible for words.
Brighton jabbed into her several more times before slamming into her for those final plunging thrusts. His outcry pierced the stillness of the living room.
David held her head down as he pumped his dick into her mouth, panting and seeking his own release. It drove her crazy the way he held her head in place and made her suck his cock. When he started to finish, he wadded her hair in one hand and yanked her head up—another assertive act that drove her wild.
“Touch me,” he rasped.
She jerked his shaft to finish, deliberately knocking the napkins off the couch so he had no choice but to come on her. Men always seemed to like that, in her experience.
