Only You (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  His lust-filled eyes go straight to my tits, and I can tell that this is going to happen.

  I lean in close to his face, and when he doesn’t back away, I continue until our lips are pressed together and start kissing him.

  While our tongues are frantically exploring each other’s mouths, I reach between his legs and start rubbing his crotch. It doesn’t take, but a few strokes and he starts becoming erect.

  “Oh, Miss Cathy,” he says when we finally pull apart. “I don’t have a room to take you to. Where were you last Sunday when I was in town?”

  “Probably home with my kids,” I shrug and smile at him.

  “Is it okay if I take you to my semi?”

  “Let’s go,” I smile at him. “I’ll text my husband to let him know.”

  C: We’re leaving the bar now.

  B: Where are you going?

  C: To fuck, hopefully.

  The rain is starting to fall again as Arden drives us to his semi truck while I text Brett to let him know things are finally going to happen tonight.

  He pulls into a large gravel lot with many semi’s parked for the night and parks next to his.

  “After you,” he says, opening the semi truck door for me.

  “Wow,” I say. “So this is what the inside of a semi looks like. Pretty neat back here,” I plop down on his bed.

  I make no waste of time as I begin undressing and he does the same.

  “Lay down, Cathy,” he says. “Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Lying back on his bed, I’m surprised by how much room there is back here. I can see how they’re able to sleep at night.

  Arden kneels down next to the bed and maneuvers his way between my legs and begins going to town on my pussy.

  It feels good, so good. But it also feels…odd, strange, wrong, exciting and right all at the same time.

  It’s so different to have another man between my legs, but he’s doing a fantastic job. I know it’s not true, but it feels like it’s been forever since another man has tasted me or been in my pants.

  “How about you come up here,” I say. “Let me feel you.”

  “All right,” he says. “I can do that.”

  While he’s busy taking off his clothes, I remember Brett.

  “Hey, can I take some pics or video of us? My husband said that was one of the things he wanted me to do if I went out tonight. I won’t get your face in it. I promise.”

  “Yeah, go ahead,” he says as he starts to put on his condom. “It’s fine with me.”

  Leaning over the side of the bed, I grab my phone and unlock it so I can snap a picture.

  Brett’s going to love this.

  I send him a picture showing my legs spread wide apart with Arden kneeling between them as he rolls on his condom.

  Instead of putting my phone away, I pull up the video camera option and begin recording him as he grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with my hole.

  Within seconds, I’m filming the first time he enters me. His big black cock glides right into my soaking wet pussy, and he’s putting on a magnificent show for the camera.

  Taking his time, he slowly pushes his entire length all the way inside of me and holds it there for just a second before backing almost all the way out. But he stops just as he gets to the tip and shoves it back inside me.

  After a few more long, slow, deliberate thrusts for the camera, the real fucking begins, forcing me to stop filming.

  And he’s good.

  Real good.

  But there’s one problem.

  I can’t stop thinking about how much better it would be with Brett here, watching it all unfold firsthand. And how much better it could be with him in my mouth while I let Arden fuck me however he wants.

  Switching up positions, Arden stops doing me missionary style and sits up, kneeling between my legs as he throws my tiny feet on top of his shoulders.

  “Damn, Cathy,” he says as he plunges back inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Smiling up at him, I raise my hips so that they’re more level with his hips.

  “Thanks, my husband always says the same thing, too. I guess I’m small down there,” I giggle.

  “That’s not a bad problem to have,” he says as he picks up his pace. “Not. At. All.”

  His thrust matches his words as he hammers himself inside of me and it feels so fucking good.

  There’s something very empowering and sexually satisfying about having a complete stranger fuck my pussy for my husband’s pleasure.

  As much as I’m enjoying feeling Arden’s length fill me and fuck me, I want more.

  “Harder,” I say to him. “Fuck me harder, please.”

  I don’t have to ask him twice; he spreads my legs as far as they’ll go so he’s back in missionary position and starts driving himself deeper inside me as hard as he can.

  My tits are bouncing with all their might as he fucks my body, pushing me up the mattress little by little.

  “Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Fuck! Fuck me harder,” I beg him.

  I don’t know why I want it so rough, but I need it rough. I want him to fuck the absolute shit out of me, so I go home with a well-fucked pussy for my husband.

  Brett would probably nut if he were here right now watching Arden fuck me like this. He wouldn’t last long at all, and I can’t wait to get home to tell him every dirty detail.

  Looking into Arden’s eyes, I can see that he’s about to cum, so I raise my hips off the bed and begin fucking him back, meeting each and every thrust.

  Somehow he gets even deeper inside of me in this position—something I didn’t think was possible because I was already filled to the brim—and it feels fucking fantastic.

  Sweating and grunting, he begins to go faster than I can keep up with as he finishes inside of me.

  “Whew,” he says wiping his brow. “That was some good stuff. I don’t know why your husband would want to loan you out and give other men turns with your pussy, but I thank him for it.”

  Smiling, I turn over and prop myself up on my elbow while he begins making his way to the front of the cab.

  “Because he knows how good it feels and he wants other guys to have that same pleasure. He also likes for me to explore my sexuality and do what makes me happy.”

  He opens the driver's door and gets out of the truck, still stark naked.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask him.

  “Taking a piss,” he mumbles over his shoulder, tossing his condom across the gravel.

  I shrug and begin gathering my clothes off the floor.

  “What are you doing?” he asks as I hook my bra.

  “Getting dressed so you can take me back to the bar so I can go home.”

  “Oh, I thought we were going to go again,” he says.

  This man is a fucking machine, but you know what? Brett would get off on me being fucked twice before I come back home to him.

  “Okay,” I smile and toss my bra back on the floor. “Round two?”

  Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hand around his semi-soft cock and take him inside my mouth.

  Licking and sucking on his tip, I slowly work my way to his balls and take them in my mouth as I look into his eyes.

  A smile creeps across his face as he pulls my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his fist.

  “Yesssss,” he hisses as his eyes close.

  Finding his weak spot, I continue to lick and suck on his balls while I jack him off with my hand until he’s fully hard.

  “Let me have some more of that sweet pussy,” he says, helping me off my knees. “I need to taste it again before I let you go back home to your husband.”

  Going back down on me, he fingers me as his tongue lashes out against my clit. Pleasuring me until I’m wet again, he reaches for a shelf above his bed and slips a fresh condom on.

  I feel him starting to go soft after a few minutes.

  He pulls his dick out and tries to get it hard again, but no l
uck.

  “Ah,” I say. “Whiskey dick?”

  He nods, and I can tell he’s embarrassed.

  “Give me just a minute,” he says.

  “No need. Let me help you out. Here,” I hand him my phone. “Take a couple of pics of me going down on you for my husband.”

  I sit up and slide off the bed, kneeling in front of him and begin removing his condom. Taking him into my mouth, I lick his shaft as I look up at him, taking him into my mouth.

  His semi-hard dick quickly becomes erect once again and I deep throat him until my lips are touching the base of his pubis. He grabs the back of my head and slowly begins to fuck my face, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth as I do my best to relax my throat muscles to accommodate him.

  “Oh, Cathy,” he calls out. “You’re too fucking good at this. Mm-mmm!”

  I hear the camera on my phone clicking away as he snaps pictures of me sucking his cock.

  Brett is going to like these pictures, too.

  I moan back, “Mmmmm,” as I bob my head back and forth, working his black cock in and out of my throat.

  I feel his shaft starting to swell, and his balls shrink up closer to his cock, so I pop his dick out of my mouth and begin jacking him off. My saliva is cover his cock, providing ample lubrication.

  “That’s it, give me your come,” I fervently stroke his cock, pointing his head right at my tits.

  My powerful words are enough to push him over the edge and thick ropes of jizz shoot all over my chest. Pleased with my handiwork when he’s finally finished releasing his load onto my breasts, I smile as I admire the white pools of cum.

  “Here,” he tosses me a hand towel. “You’re way too good at giving head.”

  Wiping my chest, I grin.

  “Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for taking pictures for me.”

  Speaking of my husband, I pick up my phone to text him and let him know that I’ll be coming back home in just a few minutes.

  I see I have three missed calls and some text messages asking if I’m all right.

  Shit.

  I never heard my phone ring, so how did I miss these calls? Checking the side of my phone, I see that I must have flipped the phone to silent and didn’t even realize it.

  B: Where are you? Are you going to be on your way home soon?

  B: Cathy? I’ve tried calling you; please pick up.

  B: Babe, I haven’t heard from you for almost 45 minutes, and I don’t like this.

  It’s been nearly an hour since I sent him the first set of pictures and video of Arden and me. He must be worried sick.

  C: I’m here. I’m okay. My phone got turned to silent, so I didn’t see you were trying to get a hold of me. We ended up going for a second round. I’m getting dressed right now.

  B: You had me worried. I was about to call the cops.

  C: I’ll call you as soon as I’m driving home.

  “Is your husband worried about you?” he asks, studying me as I text Brett.

  “Yeah, my phone was on silent, so I didn’t answer when he tried calling, but he’s okay now. I told him I'd be home in a few minutes.”

  On our way back to the bar, we listen to some old school jam—Aaliyah, Are you that somebody—and I thank him for the ride.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I kiss him. “Thanks. I guess I’ll talk to you later?”

  “Yeah, I’ve still got your number from when you gave it to me in the bar. I’ll text you sometime.”

  After I have the engine running and fasten my seatbelt, I call Brett to let him know I’m safe.

  “I’m on my way home now. I’m pulling out of the bar’s parking lot.”

  “I was so worried about you, Cathy. Don’t ever not answer your phone. I almost called the police.”

  “I’m sorry, I feel awful.” And I do, I feel terrible for making him worry about me. “I didn’t know my phone got turned on silent. I promise I’d never worry you on purpose. I did get some more pictures for you, though.”

  I know he can hear my voice smiling through the phone.

  “You did, huh?” Now I can hear him smiling, and it makes me feel better. “What are they?”

  “I don’t know,” I giggle. “I guess you’ll have to do a phone check when I get home.”

  “Oh, I’m going to inspect a lot more than your phone when you get here.”

  “Oh?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I’m also going to do a panty inspection. I want to make sure you were thoroughly pleased.”

  “You won’t be disappointed,” I say. “Okay, I’m home. Parking in the driveway right now.”

  Brett’s not sitting at his desk where he usually is when I walk into the house, but as I glance down the hall, I can see our bedroom door cracked and the soft glow of the television.

  He’s waiting for me in bed, completely naked and hard as a rock. I can see his erection through the blanket as I toss him my phone.

  “Take your clothes off while I do a phone check,” he says.

  His deep voice sends goosebumps down my spine. I can tell that he’s totally turned on and ready to go.

  Kicking off my shoes, I begin undressing as I watch his face grin in delight while he scrolls through my camera roll.

  “Did I do good?” I ask.

  “You did better than good,” he leans up off the bed. “Come here; it’s time for me to reclaim what’s mine.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Wrapping his arms around me, the two of us collapse on the bed together, passionately kissing as if our lives depend on it. Our lips are sealed, and I can feel the thudding of his heart beating in his chest as he awakens every nerve ending in my body.

  I’m so turned on by the way he wants me. It’s animalistic, primal, and raw.

  It’s greedy.

  From my head to my toes, it feels like an electrical impulse is tingling throughout my body, making every hair stand on end.

  His lips are on mine, devouring me as his hands quickly erase any trace of Arden off of my skin while they wander and explore my body. He’s completely consuming me, and I love it.

  The desperate need to have me right this second is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen…until I look in his eyes.

  “You have no idea what those pictures and that video did for me,” he says, his mouth and hands busy on my body.

  “You liked it, huh?”

  “As soon as I saw it, my stomach did a somersault, and I felt this twinge of jealousy and anxiousness that I can’t describe.”

  “Was it in a good way or a bad way?” I sit up halfway and face him.

  “Oh, baby, it was so fucking good. It turned me on. My dick got hard instantly,” he presses his erection against me as if to show me proof.

  His hungry eyes say that he owns me and he’s reclaiming what is his.

  “Please,” I whimper, biting my swollen pouty lip. “I need you inside of me.”

  “Not yet,” he trails kisses down my torso. “I want to taste what he did to you.”

  Oh my fucking god! This man is a fucking animal tonight.

  His tongue doesn’t lightly trace or sweetly kiss my clit like it normally does.

  No, there’s nothing delicate about the way he’s letting me know that this is for his pleasure just as much as it is for mine.

  Instead of taking his time, nibbling and sucking my hood, his tongue pushes deep inside of me, tasting my wetness—a combination for both him and Arden.

  Cupping my breasts, I arch my back, squeezing my nipples as my head digs deep into the pillow.

  “Fuck, baby,” I mumble.

  It’s all I can get out before he flips me over, placing his palm on the pillow next to my head as he leans over me and whispers.

  “Now I’m going to take what’s mine.”

  His knee pushes my thighs apart before he plows his cock deep inside of me and holds it there.

  “This pussy,” his husky voice whispers, moving my hair by my ear, “belongs to me.”

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bsp; He pulls himself out of me before slamming it back inside of me.

  “This is my pussy, Cathy, and I own it.”

  Whimpering into the pillow, I beg him for more and confirm what he says.

  “Please, Brett, fuck me. Fuck him right out of me.”

  Those words unleash a beast inside of him that I’ve never seen before.

  Feeling his chest pressed against my back, his hands grab hold of my hips while he fucks me senseless. His erratic breathing brushes against my skin, intensifying the electrical impulses that have been tingling from my core since the moment he touched me.

  “Do you feel that?” he grunts. “This is what you do to me.”

  Growling in my ear, he raises my hips in the air and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward.

  “Don’t you ever forget that,” he rumbles as his balls tighten and he pumps me full of his seed.

  His come begins shooting inside of me like molten lava, and I can feel the stickiness on my thighs even though I know he’s nowhere near finished.

  “Oh, Brett,” I cry out.

  Something about the way he’s holding me, his body writhing against mine with his come buried deep inside me pushes me to the point of no return. My back arches as my inner walls begin to contract with each orgasmic wave that washes over me.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please,” I plead with him.

  I need him to keep fucking me. I need to feel myself coming on him. I need him to let me ride it out.

  The two of us fall onto the bed in a sweaty, tangled, breathless mess.

  “I love you,” I say to him.

  “I love you, Cathy Barker,” he pushes my sweaty locks away from my face. “Come here.”

  Nestling into his arms, he kisses the top of my head.

  “So how was he?” he asks.

  “Arden? He was good, but it wasn’t you.”

  He looks into my eyes and smiles.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah,” I lean on his chest and fold my arms across his rib cage. “All I kept thinking was how much better it would’ve been with you there. I know we’ve talked about me eventually going out alone with someone, but I wanted you there. I wanted a threesome.”

  “It’ll happen,” he reassures me. “I have no doubt about that. We just have to weed out all the flakes to find a good one.”