by Laura Ashton
She nodded. “Loud and clear. Oh, I forgot. There’s one more thing I failed to mention about the book.”
Marc glanced over.
“After Thad joined their little group, they started screwing Hannah in the ass—and she liked it.”
Marc’s eyebrows rose. “Would you like it in the ass?”
She angled toward Marc, and putting her left knee on the bucket seat, leaned against the door so she could see Marc without turning her head all the time. “I like the idea of having both of you in me at the same time.”
He continued to frown. “But would you like it?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. I wouldn’t know until we tried.”
“So you want to try it?”
She nodded earnestly. “Yes, is it all right with you?”
He shook his head and shrugged. “If that’s what you want, but you just can’t do it. You have to prepare for it.”
“I know, I read about it in the book. I’ve already been doing some things.”
Marc glanced at her quickly, then back at the road. “Like what.”
“Things. I don’t want to talk about it because it’s embarrassing.”
* * * *
The three hundred miles from Phoenix to Vegas took about five hours if one went the speed limit, but Marc seemed to be in a hurry and they pulled into the outskirts of Vegas at six p.m. Marc touched her on the knee. “I’m starved. What about you?”
The mere mention of food made her stomach growl. “Yes, where should we go?”
“Someone at work raved about the Mexican food in Sam’s Town once. Someplace called Willy and Jose’s Cantina. It’s not far. Shall we try it?”
“Need you ask? You know what a sucker I am for Mexican.”
“Okay, the GPS says it’s a couple miles up on the right.”
Marc pulled her baby up to the valet and with claim check in hand, they headed through the main entrance. Right in the lobby a marquee touted award-winning Willy and Jose’s Cantina. She looked around. It was Friday night of a three-day weekend and the place was bursting with visitors and gamblers. “Wow, this place is jammed.”
Marc pointed. “There it is, across the pit. Let’s go this way.”
He took her hand and led the way. “I hope we don’t have to wait too long.”
Her heart sank when they got there. The line stretched past the entrance at least thirty feet. “Dang, it looks like at least an hour wait. What do you want to do?”
“It may be only a ten-minute wait.”
She furrowed her brows. “I doubt that.”
“It doesn’t hurt to check. Wait here.”
Two minutes later, Marc came and took her hand. “Come on. The hostess said if we hurry, she can sneak us in a booth.”
She gave him an incredulous look. Marc whispered in her ear. “I told her it was our fifth anniversary.” He led the way.
“You are terrible.”
He waggled his brows to complement his roguish smile. “I know, but my baby is hungry.” He kissed her cheek.
The hostess seated and handed them menus. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
Marc laid the menu aside and looked at her. “Yes, could we get a pitcher of frozen margaritas and some water?”
“Sure. Chips will be here shortly.”
As if the hostess were clairvoyant, a back waiter came, set a bowl of chips, bean dip, and salsa down before the hostess had taken ten steps. “Enjoy.”
She dipped half a chip into the bean dip and put it in her mouth. “Mmm. Good chips and dip.” She dipped the other half in the salsa. “Good salsa, too.”
Marc, who’d done the same, agreed. “Yes, it is. Ah, here’re our margaritas.” As the waiter set the pitcher down, a hand settled on her thigh and a familiar cologne teased her senses. When she turned to see who’d slipped in next to her, a set of lips attacked her mouth and the hand on her thigh brazenly slid between her legs. She pulled back to verify who her would-be attacker was and became overjoyed to see Jack’s grinning face.
“God, I missed you.” He turned to the waiter who stood there unmoving, mouth agape. “We’re going to need another glass here, partner.”
The waiter shook the cobwebs from his head. “Coming right up, sir.”
A glance at Marc told her this whole thing was set up—a wonderful setup for which she could kiss him. “How sweet of you to drive from LA to meet us here.”
“Sweetheart, I would drive from the moon to meet you, but I must confess—I live here.”
She felt her eyes widen. “Really? When did you move to Vegas?”
“When Beth and I separated. I needed a change of scenery.” Jack, boldly massaged her pussy through her panties, and shamelessly, she let him. She was so pleased to be back with him he could do almost anything he wanted.
The waiter brought Jack’s glass and Marc filled their glasses with slushy margaritas. She was suddenly nervous, knowing what they’d planned for the weekend. Her pussy seemed to sense what was in store, too. Especially since Jack played with it and her panties were dampening. If playing with her pussy under her skirt, through her panties, wasn’t audacious enough, he bypassed the fabric and inserted two fingers. The uneasy pleasure was making her squirm. She felt a ball of heat deep in her well, burning for more. Her aching pussy yearned to be crammed by one of two long, thick cocks.
Fidgeting, she needed to make conversation, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Finally, she blurted out the lamest thing she could have said. “I’ve been practicing for anal sex.”
Jack laughed. “Have you now. How?”
She felt a flush and knew she’d reddened. She glanced at Marc, but spoke to both of them. “I’ve been using my vibrator, sticking it up… ah, there.”
“Did you like it?”
His fingers were driving her wild. She answered breathily, “Not yet, but the book I read said it takes getting used to.”
As his thumb rubbed along her clit, she jerked. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to do this. We love you. It’s not necessary.”
His warm breath hardened her nipples. “In the book, the heroine loved it. I want to try it.”
“Okay. We’ll try it this weekend.”
The waiter took their order. The whole time he stared at her crotch with Jack’s hand under her mini skirt, she was mortified, but Jack acted nonchalant as if nothing was amiss.
* * * *
After dinner and drinks, they followed Jack to Sunrise Shadows, an apartment complex in the same vicinity. They parked in a guest space near Jack’s designated covered parking place, and arm in arm he led them to his apartment. “It isn’t much, but it’s all I can afford right now after the divorce.”
It was quite nice, actually—small, but richly furnished and appointed. Like a moth to a flame, she was drawn to Jack’s bedroom, so while her current and ex-husband talked and opened a bottle of wine, she decided to visit. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
She heard Jack say, “No, wait,” as she rushed off.
When she walked in, she was stunned. The bedroom was a wonderland of flowers and unlit candles. With a happy grin, she walked around the room, lighting thirty candles with a butane fireplace lighter she’d found on the nightstand. When she finished her handiwork, she studied the room. It was mildly masculine. It contained a California king bed constructed with warm sienna, cane and featured matching nightstands and dresser. To her pleasure, the wall hangings consisted of a half-dozen blown up modeling photos of her from their married days.
As she studied them, Jack and Marc walked in. Jack, handing her a half-filled wine goblet, nuzzled his lips up to her neck. “You stinker. You weren’t supposed to come in here before us. Do you like?”
“Oh, yes, it’s wonderful. It sets the mood perfectly.” She stared at her favorite of the six pictures. With her head cocked, and chin resting on her fist, she asked, “Do you think I look older?”
He shook his head. “Not really, I think you’ve matured.” H
e reached over to one of the three vases of roses on the dresser and plucked out two flowers—one a freshly opening bud, the other a beautiful, fully opened rose. He held the bud up to the image. “Here we have the promise of beauty…beauty in the making.” He handed the open rose to her and eased her over to the dresser. Holding the rose chest high, looking at her reflection in the dresser mirror, Marc and Jack stood behind her. “And here we have the realization of beauty,” Jack continued. “Now, you are truly beautiful.”
She watched in the mirror as they each nestled their handsome faces into her neck. Gooseflesh raised across her arms as their moist lips pecked away at her neck and shoulders. She set the rose down and lifted her arms up and behind, wrapping her hands around their busy heads. The image she watched revealed a pair of hands snaking around her ribs to her elevated breasts. She closed her eyes and gasped as warm fingers wrapped around her unguarded mounds. Her eyes popped open as other, unseen hands unzipped her skirt and, working in concert, eased it over her hips and down to her thighs, allowing gravity to take over.
It was becoming difficult to breath and though she was slowly being undressed and cool currents brushed along her body, she found the room temperature stifling. As if by unspoken agreement, one of the visible hands started unbuttoning the upper half of her blouse while the other concentrated on the bottom. Soon she was topless, but her naked twin peaks weren’t visible, hiding as they were behind two large hands. While moaning from the pleasure of two sensuous hands kneading her needy breasts, she perceived the other two hands were again working her lower half. When her pink panties had joined her red skirt, clumped around her feet, she stepped out and kicked them to the side. She now had her husbands just where she wanted them. She was their fully naked plaything, their toy available for their pleasure and hers.
However, for them her pleasure seemed preeminent as four delightfully resourceful hands, seen and unseen, roved her body. Like divining rods seeking water, their hands wandered her territory, seeking erogenous areas to titillate. As if choreographed, their lips, which continued to torment her neck, gradually moved down, leaving a trail of moist, tickly little kisses across her shoulders and chest. The thought of those vacuum cleaner lips taking possession of her tender nubs hardened her nipples and pebbled the areolas.
She jerked backward from the shock of two fingers entering the slick recess between her legs. As their moist lips descended onto her sensitive nipples, her breathing became irregular. As her heartbeat increased, her breathing slowed and she began to moan. She remembered how overpowering lovemaking could be with two, when fingers from nowhere entertained her nether region. The warmth in her core and dampness emerging between her legs doubled as a thumb massaged her clit and a finger toyed with the tight hole of her anus. Reflexively, her muscles clenched, shocked at the dark yearning that dwelled there.
Out of nowhere, Marc asked, “Are you sure you want to go anal?”
“Yes,” she exhaled between breaths.
“Did you bring your vibrator?”
She nodded. “In…my purse.”
Jack grasped her arm just above her elbow. “Let’s get you over on the bed.” As he and Marc led her to the bed, he continued. “I want you to know I’m going to have to do some embarrassing things to you. Are you sure you want to try anal sex?”
She lay on the bed. “Nothing could be more embarrassing than what happened to Marc and me two weeks ago.”
Jack looked at Marc. “What?”
He scrunched his lips and shook his head. “It’s nothing, I’ll tell you about it later.”
He smiled. “I’ll be waiting. Baby, for starters I need you to get on your knees on the bed.”
She rolled over and rose up on her hands and knees. Jack positioned her where he wanted her. “That’s it, now spread your fabulous legs so your knees are a couple feet apart and bend your back so your fantastic breasts touch the bed while your marvelous ass is up in the air saying come and get it.”
She laughed, then bent her back and stuck her butt in the air. “Come and get it.”
Marc and Jack laughed. “That’s perfect. Now, stay that way.” He slapped her bottom.”
“Oww! What’d you do that for?”
“’Cause I love you.”
“You have a funny way of showing it. Are you going to shove my vibrator in me?”
“Not yet.”
She turned her head and saw Marc handing a jar of Vaseline to Jack.
“I have to get you expanded enough to put it in you. For now, I’m going to use fingers and Mark will be working over your clitoris and vagina. The more excited we get you the easier it’ll be.”
He moved behind her so she couldn’t see anything, but after a few seconds, she jumped when a cool slick finger slid into her rear, moving in and out. It felt okay, but nothing like in her pussy. She thought it might feel better when she got used to it. A few seconds later, Marc slid a finger into her pussy, sending involuntary, joyous spasms through her body. She reached back and fondled her bud and again more sensations coursed through her. She could tell she was getting wet because her crème had run down and covered her clit.
With his finger all the way in her ass, he moved it in a circle. “I’m reaming your anus to expand it so I can slip another finger in. I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m really getting turned on though.”
Jack pulled his finger out. “You took that pretty good, so I’m going to go to two fingers.” He slipped two fingers back in her dark hole. “How’s that?”
She jumped from the larger intrusion. “It hurts some, but I’m getting used to it. Are you hard?”
“Am I. Like a rock.” He reamed her anus with the two fingers and she wiggled her buttocks. “Why are you moving?”
“I’m getting used to your fingers, not to mention I’m getting horny as hell from Marc ramming my pussy and playing with my clit. Do you think either of you could use my vibrator on me?”
“Yeah, I’ll do it, babe.” Marc’s finger came out of her pussy and a few seconds later, she sighed as her pink vibrator buzzed its way into her slick recess.
Stroking slow but steady, she moaned from all the wonderful familiar and new sensations racing through her. “Oh, it’s all feeling good. Even your fingers.”
“Then you must be ready for finger number three.” Without another word, Jack removed the two fingers and, timing it with the next inward thrust of the vibrator, thrust three fingers into her anus.
She jumped and yelled, “Oh, ooh.”
Jack pulled the fingers out.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“It hurt you.”
“Yeah, it hurt. I’ll tell you what. Just grease that vibrator up and put it in me. I think it’ll work better than three fingers.”
Jack slid it in without too much trouble and reamed her sphincter with it. He did that for five minutes and pulled it out. Her anus must have stayed expanded. “I think she’s ready for both of us. You want front or back? You pick. She is your wife.”
“Front.” Marc lay on the bed adjacent to her with his legs off the edge. She was as nervous as a virgin in a whorehouse. What if I can’t do it? They did say it wasn’t important. She rolled over and straddled Marc. Lifting his cock upright, she slowly lowered herself upon him until it disappeared within her juicy retreat. He felt wonderful. She began moving around, up and down. Her need was such that her actions brought forth within the minute an orgasmic eruption of epic proportions. “Oh, my God. I’m about to explode.” A shocking wave of tingly feelings pulsed through her and spread over her entire body. She gasped as her release of undiluted ecstasy slammed through her. She shrieked her joy as the erotic sensations peaked within her womb.
Jack laid his palm across her ass. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to join your party.”
She laughed. “Sorry, I seem to have been working up to that. I’m ready.” She stuck her ass up nice and pretty and wiggled it for Jack even as Marc moved in
and out of her.
Jack rubbed Vaseline over his cock and wiped his hand with a tissue. He aimed his cock at her expanded opening and slowly pushed forward. It went in about three inches.
Her fingers closed into a fist and grasped the sheets in a tight ball. She gasped.
“Did that hurt?” asked Marc, who was in a better position to see.
It did, but she wasn’t telling. “I’m just not used to it.”
Jack pushed in again and went in a couple more inches, he pulled back an inch and pushed again and it seemed to go in farther. “I’m almost all the way in, baby. How does it feel?”
“Constipated!” She laughed. “Just start moving, I’ll be fine.”
Pinned in place while every inch of her men pounded her with their oversized shafts, she wasn’t able move around much. Marc’s prick assaulted her from the front and Jack’s cock took her from the rear. It hurt a little, but she loved it.
Marc managed to kiss her while his fingers tweaked and rolled her nipples. I can’t believe how full this feels. She felt numb from the plethora of carnal sensations she experienced.
She laughed as Marc yelled out, “Oh, baby, I love your beautiful cunt!”
Suddenly, Jack exclaimed, “And I love your beautiful ass!”
Between the exquisite sensations that ran through her, she snickered. “Oh, yeah, that’s it guys. It feels fantastic. Oh, my God. I think I’m coming.” As the whirlwind of fulfilled sex swirled around her, she screamed her joy. “Oh, my fucking God, what a climax!” She whimpered, then pleaded, “That’s it, keep it up harder, faster!” Jack fucked her harder but Marc didn’t. Instead, he ground himself deep into her, caressing her sensitive bundle of nerve endings, sending magical impulses crashing through her.
Seconds before she’d calmed down, Marc tensed and yelled, “God, I’m coming, too.” Convulsing erratically, she felt spurts of his semen shooting into her pussy as, at this point, only Jack wore protection.
Then it was Jack’s turn. “Holy mother of Jesus. I’m gonna blow a bundle in your tight little ass, baby.”
