by Viva Fox
Rick let go of her and helped her up. She got out of bed and walked over to Freddie who was smiling warmly at her. He was glad she was just as eager to please as he was. It felt good to have a lover that was ready to please him. He watched as she got down on her knees before him.
“Just relax and enjoy it, okay?” Regina said sweetly before wrapping her hot lips around his throbbing member. Freddie moaned loudly as he felt her soft lips around his hard dick. She hadn’t even started and he already felt so good.
Regina was always a teaser when it came to blowjobs and Freddie was experiencing this fully right now. He moaned loudly as her lips wrapped around him even tighter, but they didn’t go any deeper, instead stayed latched onto the tip of his dick. Her expert tongue then started to flick and lick all around his tip, teasing him to no end.
Her tongue continued to swirl around him for a few minutes. Eventually, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Freddie was usually a very patient lover, but he couldn’t stand this type of torment. It felt so good, but it was such a tease at the same time. Freddie ran his fingers through her hair before tangling his hand into her hair, getting a good hold of her.
He slowly started to push her head onto his dick making her take more of him inside of her hot mouth. Regina slowly started to suck him off in earnest as he started to face fuck her. She was eager to please him and started to suck him hard. Her hands were on his thighs about to creep onto his balls in hope to please him even more.
While she was occupied with Freddie’s dick she didn’t notice what Rick had been doing. He had undressed, watching as Regina took Freddie into her mouth. It was hot watching her suck off his friend.
He was now sitting on the bed with a beer in his hand jerking off as he watched her head bob up and down on Freddie’s throbbing member. Rick was smirking in joy as he got hornier and hornier. Eventually, he couldn’t help himself. He had to have her.
Knowing he couldn’t take her normally because of the baby he decided to use the backdoor. Greasing up his dick with lube he looked at Freddie. He slowly expressed his intentions with his eyes alone and Freddie nodded in agreement.
Freddie slowly pulled Regina off his dick. He wanted Regina to continue sucking him off forever since it felt so good, but he wanted Rick to get in on the action too.
When Regina was finally pried from his dick (it really seemed like she wanted to keep sucking him off too) they helped her up and started to undress her. She was naked in an instant and they soon pulled her onto the bed. Freddie laid down and motioned for her to continue.
Regina, eager to continue started to suck him off again. She was deep throating him this time and felt proud as she heard his moans echo in the room. She loved to please him. As Regina sucked Freddie she had subconsciously gotten into a face down ass up position and Rick smirked.
Rick got into position behind her before smacking her ass. Regina yelped into Freddie’s dick, but he had held her head down to make sure she wouldn’t pull out. She looked up at him with big eyes and they seemed to understand that Rick was about to enter into the equation. Regina looked excited as her eyes twinkled.
Rick seemed excited too as he placed his hands on her hips before plunging deep inside of her. Regina let out a loud moan into Freddie’s dick and stopped sucking for a moment. The men gave her a chance to compose herself before they started up again.
With his hand once again in Regina’s hair, he started to face fuck her again. Rick then started to fuck her. The two men seemed to be in perfect sync as they fucked Regina on both ends. She was withering in pleasure. All three of them moaned in ecstasy as the night progressed.
Soon enough Freddie was shaking. Regina could feel his balls tighten in her hands as she fondled them. The excitement of his oncoming orgasm only excited her even more making her suck him even harder. Freddie couldn’t control himself anymore and shot his load into her mouth.
Regina in turn orgasmed a few moments later, soaking the bed with her juices. As this happened her ass tightened around Rick who was pumping in and out of her at a vigorous pace making her whole body rock. He managed to keep fucking her for a few moments before he too blew his load.
Chapter 11
They all laid together in Rick’s bed after their orgasmic experienced. It had been amazing to be together again. The two men sandwiched Regina in the bed with their arms around her now. Freddie kissed her cheek softly and smiled.
“How do you feel sweetie?” He asked softly. Freddie had that sexy post-sex whisper that made Regina shiver. She almost wanted to start up a second round with him but knew she needed a moment of rest first before she even thought about it.
“I feel amazing… thanks to you guys… honestly, you guys are the best fucks I have ever had.” The guys beamed in pride at her words. They were happy to make her feel good. “I am so happy that you guys stuck by my side… I don’t know what I would have done if you guys had run away…” Regina admitted honestly.
Freddie looked down at her before kissing her forehead. “Well you don’t have to worry about that sweetie because we both promised to stay by your side, remember? Nothing is going to separate this amazing threesome, right Rick?” Rick who was close to falling asleep was suddenly roused from his dazed state.
“Huh… what… I wasn’t falling asleep!” Rick tried to defend himself. Regina and Freddie laughed a bit.
“I was saying that we are going to stick by Regina’s side no matter what happens,” Freddie repeated himself. Rick nodded and smiled before giving Regina a kiss on the cheek. Even though he wasn’t the romantic lover he still knew how to treat a woman. He smiled and nodded.
“I said I would stay by your side with this child. Even if he is not mine I will treat him like my own. You have my word on that!” Rick said proudly. Regina smiled and hugged him tightly. After that, Rick was out like a light. Even though he wanted to stay awake he had no power to keep his eyes open.
Regina and Freddie soon followed him and were fast asleep. The four of them slept happily and peacefully, including a growing baby happily nestled in its mother’s stomach.
Chapter 12
Six months later, Rick was pacing around a waiting room in a hospital. Freddie watched him pace back and forth and chuckled a bit. Freddie had predicted that Rick would be calm during the delivery but instead he was a nervous wreck.
Freddie eventually got up and walked over to Rick. “Hey, I think we should go back in there. She is going to want us by her side, don’t you think?” Rick looked at him a moment before nodding nervously. There was a layer of sweat covering his well-chiseled body and anyone could tell that he was nervous.
Freddie chuckled again before taking Rick by the arm and dragging him into the delivery room.
Regina was in the bed. There were doctors and nurses all around her, prepping her for the delivery. Rick turned pale as he entered the room and saw everything around him. He didn’t like hospitals. He looked ready to faint.
Freddie kept him standing and looked at Regina. “How are you feeling honey?” Freddie looked at her and offered her a warm smile.
******
“It’s a girl!” The doctor exclaimed. Rick had fainted the moment he had seen the head and Freddie was now holding Regina’s hand. She was tired but happy that she had successfully brought a beautiful baby boy into the world.
“Who’s the father?” The doctor asked.
“They both are.”
THE END
Triple Heat
Chapter 1
Look, if there's one thing I know it's the fact that relationships are about compromise. I think anyone alive with any sort of reasonable grasp on how human interaction should know that, really. I mean, hell, it's pretty damn fundamental. We human beings are pretty complex creatures, and it requires a substantial amount of give and take for any sort of union between two individuals to take place.
Particularly, I think, when those two individuals happen to be members of opposite sexes. And, you know, I think if a person
is important enough to you then you should reasonably be willing to put yourself out there like that. You can't begrudge someone for wanting different things than yourself, much the same way you wouldn't want them begrudging you for your own quirks and character flaws.
Like, take me for instance. I was well aware that I had my number of bad habits and, without any other way to put it, personal shortcomings. Things that might have been deterrents from wanting to be around me for all that long. Yet, the guys I'd dated up to that point compromised because they had feelings for me, or, at the very least, they wanted to get into my panties, and saw my plethora of annoyances as little more than obstacles to have been expected.
But, my point is, none of that scared them off, and so I thought that I could adjust my own habits as well if someone wanted something of me in return that might have been just slightly out of my comfort zone.
Like, to give you an example of something that guys would do for me, I can tell you without any hesitation that I've always been a bit of a shopaholic. I just loved going to stores and scavenging the shelves for hours. Trying things on and lusting over merchandise I didn't reasonably have any need for. It was a most irrational hobby, I knew, but it was just something that appealed to me.
A chance to get out and have a bit of fun, and I didn't think there was anything out of the pale or fanatic about it. My boyfriends, however, might well have felt different about the act. Like, I'm sure that most of the guys I was with didn't all that much care for standing around watching me try on outfits, slipping into dress after dress after dress. Squeezing into blouses that looked ridiculous on me, and any number of other things throughout the course of the day- and generally on a weekend, no less.
And what was more, I would not only try them on in front of my gentlemen callers, but I would ask them to come up with some comment upon whatever I happened to put on. Generally, I could see it in their eyes- the fact that they seriously had no opinion on the matter, and that whatever happened to pass from their lips had just been yanked from their ass in order to satisfy me.
I knew this full and well, of course, but that didn't at all stop me from asking a series of ridiculous follow up questions. Like, I would ask them to elaborate on what they'd said or what they'd meant by it, and they would have to further articulate an opinion which they didn't genuinely even harbor to begin with. And what I'm sure got their goat the most was the fact that, once they'd come up with that elaborate dissertation on their own fabricated opinions, it was anyone's guess as to how the hell I would respond to it.
If it was a negative opinion, which it rarely ever was, I would get into a huff until they ended up having to pacify me by pouring on compliments. Or, conversely, if what they said was encouraging, there was still very little likelihood whatsoever of me taking their advice. Instead putting the item back on the shelf as though I had never actually had any intention of purchasing it to begin with. I mean, I didn't intentionally get under guys' craws like this, it was just sort of something I had a habit of doing.
And at any rate, if they proved themselves able to put up with this sort of bullshit, I considered it a promising sign that they were precisely the sort of boyfriend material I was looking for in a prospective mate. I'm sure they wouldn't have minded so much if it had been lingerie shopping we were doing instead of gawking around the store for dresses and things like that. The fact that they were willing to indulge me in this way spoke volumes to the degree to which they would bend in order to be with me.
And so, accordingly, I tried to conduct myself in a similar nature, knowing that any sort of successful relationship would involve me doing some things I wasn't necessarily crazy about doing, and, if I could help it, keeping the number of complaints I might have had about it to myself. But, the thing was, I generally expected this sort of reciprocation to be analogous to that which I was requesting of the men in the first place.
Like, easy things, spending time together and doing things that they wanted to do rather than just myself. Maybe that would entail the two of us like going to sporting events together, athletics holding very little if any interest for me, personally, but the sacrifice being worth it in order to maintain the excitement of the relationship. Or maybe, otherwise, I would go to whatever new empty-headed action movie happened to be in theaters that given week.
Perhaps in compensation for a chick flick they'd gone and seen with me at some point in time. Or hell, maybe I would even go hunting with my boyfriend if he was someone I really liked, and the so-called sport of murdering animals was that important to him. I wouldn't shoot anything, of course, so much as just sit and watch him, and although at one point a guy I was seeing let me shoot his gun a single time. I decided that that lone shot was more than enough for me, and never cared all that much to lay hands on a gun again.
But the point was, I didn't mind doing things for my boyfriends as long as there was an even trade of sacrifice. Yet there were, naturally, limits as to what I was willing to sacrifice for them, as should be the case for any self-respecting woman in a relationship. Or man in a relationship, for that matter.
And as far as those sorts of limitations went, Philip was a man who tended to push said boundaries very, very far...
By the time the two of us had originally met, I'd gotten pretty damn weary of the dating game. In my mid-twenties and finding nothing but unserious douchebags who only wanted good times, or else conversely hyper-serious maniacs who seemed eager to settle down and start a family with me by the time the goddamn third date rolled around.
Philip, though, seemed to me, upon first glance, at least, to be the exception to the rule. I don't know if I was just swimming in the wrong dating pool or what, but Philip was so far removed from any of that crap that I found myself falling for him almost instantly. The two of us had met at a party and hit it off quite swimmingly. Our interaction one that didn't at all seem as though he was angling for something.
Like, it was just completely organic, a genuine conversation, the sort where I didn't even have to pretend when I laughed at what he said or feign interest in any way. I decided I quite liked this gentleman, very, very much in fact, and when he gave me his number at the end of the night I somehow felt inwardly certain that things were progressing in the right direction between the two of us.
And indeed, after a few dates, he and I very quickly did become “a thing.” It was almost startling, really, how quickly he managed to penetrate my own defenses and wriggle his way into my heart. The two of us moving in together only after a couple of months, and things, for the most part, seeming great. He just had so many redeeming qualities and, so far as I could tell, no particular character flaws to detract from the relationship. He was handsome, intelligent, funny, and charming, and he seemed legitimately concerned about my needs and desires, in a manner to which I was not especially accustomed with the sorts of men I tended to date.
And without mincing words, well... He was also pretty fucking dynamite in the sack...
Little did I know at the time, however, that this last fact about himself would be the one to lead to some degree of friction between the two of us...
See, sex was important to me, but I wasn't any sort of nymphomaniac or anything. From the get-go, I could appreciate the fact that my new boyfriend was well-endowed, and so far as I could tell he had an almost inherent, effortless expertise in the bedroom. His timing, his rhythm, his technique all verged on immaculate, and he never failed at touching me in such splendid ways that it nearly made my eyes cross with pleasure.
The thing was, though, that I had never imagined these many sexual assets to have resulted from vigorous study and practice, rather than just naturally acquired skills over the course of the years.
While I may not have been a nympho myself, I began to realize that the same could not be particularly said of Philip...
It didn't really sink in until the two of us moved in together what an absolutely kinky bastard that son-of-a-bitch was, and the opportunity to observe hi
s many depraved habits up close was quite a bit of an eye-opener for me, to say the least of it... Like, just for instance, that man consumed one hell of a lot of porn on his laptop.
Like, I am talking absurd quantities, so that any time I rounded a corner and he happened to be in there by himself, I could readily expect him to have his wang out and pumping between his fingers, and the laptop opened up and resting on his thighs with sounds of moaning and wet smacking echoing forth from the speakers.
A taste for porn, in itself, was not something to be surprised about, however. It was a pretty normal thing for guys in this day and age, I thought, and though I have to admit it did spark just a hint of jealousy in me, I really didn't see it as all that big of a deal. What became problematic, however, was the fact that Philip began to want to incorporate the sort of lascivious activities unfolding onscreen there before him into our very real sex life on a regular basis. And I quite honestly wasn't sure how the hell I should feel about this...
Prior to our cohabitation, our sex life had been, by and large, fairly safe and vanilla in nature. Nothing too perverse or too kinky, with exchanges of oral sex and being bent over doggy style being about the most extreme acts of carnal pleasure that we ever really progressed to. But once Philip's inner gimp was revealed to me it seemed as though he was requesting we introduce something new and forbidden into our love life every day, and though I began to try to accommodate him upon his repeated asking, I found myself having to remind him fairly routinely that I was not some professional porn actress, and my body was therefore not quite as up for the many extreme contortions and penetrations that he loved so much to behold onscreen.
