“Summer and Lydia just arrived with their men. We broke our ‘dance cherries’ in the nick of time,” Duke said as he watched Gage slip into the club foyer with his phone to his ear.
Emma snickered at his word choice and looked toward their table and waved back at Summer, who looked very proud of herself. “Our ‘dance cherries’? We’re just popping cherries all over the place.”
Duke chuckled and kissed her throat. “We’re pervy that way.”
“The bucket list has been good for all three of us, hasn’t it?”
“It has, Em. I’m looking forward to the next one on our list.”
“For vacation time, right? I wish you’d tell me what we’re doing.”
Duke grinned and replied, “And spoil the fun we’re having teasing you? Never. Just pack for camping and you’ll be in good shape. Let us take care of everything else.”
“I can’t wait.”
Duke slid his hands down to her ass and stroked her garter belt through the silky fabric of her dress and said, “I can’t wait for tonight.”
Her relaxed hold on him and her contented sigh against his chest made him smile. Not every item on their bucket list had to be earth shattering or life threatening to be fulfilling.
Chapter Eleven
“Tree camping? Oh, excellent!” Emma said excitedly as she looked up into the tree. “This is why I needed gloves and long underwear, huh?”
Duke and Gage looked very pleased with themselves as they set their supplies at the base of the tree. Their adventure had begun with a nearly twelve-hundred-mile road trip that brought them to Helen, Georgia. From there, they’d entered the Chattahoochee National Forest.
They’d made one overnight stop along the way to Georgia, so they didn’t arrive at their destination exhausted and wound up spending a good portion of their afternoon actually exploring. They’d hiked around Anna Ruby Falls during the afternoon and had done some fishing but had no luck. Emma had thought it odd that they didn’t set up a campsite first, until they led her to the base of the tree and introduced her to their climbing and camping guide, Jenetta.
Emma was friends with a couple who had gone tree camping in California and had told her all about it in colorful detail. It was one of the big items on her bucket list, and when they’d entered the Chattahoochee National Forest, she’d begun to get her hopes up.
Emma turned to Duke and Gage and hugged them both, doing her best to curb her ardor in front of their guide. “Thank you so much, guys.”
“Ready to climb?” Jenetta asked enthusiastically.
At Emma’s eager nod they got into climbing harnesses and hooked up to the lines hanging from the high branches of the oak tree. Emma had basic tree-climbing skills learned in the Girl Scouts and wasn’t surprised to find that Duke and Gage also possessed the same knowledge. Their love of the outdoors was one of the interests they’d shared.
Jenetta instructed them as they made preparations to start their climb. “You’ll need to stay in your harnesses, attached to the lines, for your own safety once you get up there. The temperature is only supposed to get down to the low fifties tonight, so with the insulated gear you brought you should be fairly comfortable. Keep your cell phones handy in case you run into any trouble and I’ll contact you in the morning. Just follow my lead up the tree and rest when you need to. We have plenty of time. Your portaledge is about fifty feet up. Anybody need a pit stop before we start climbing?”
Emma laughed. “I didn’t, until you mentioned it.”
Jenetta giggled and pointed the way to the facilities and said, “It’s better to take care of it now than realize it once you’re up there.”
Five minutes later, Jenetta was helping her into the basic safety harness and then getting her rigged for the climb. Emma was grateful for the safety equipment because climbing without it was not part of the thrill of tree camping that she’d wanted.
Emma paused as often as she needed to on the climb up, taking time to enjoy the view around her. The mirrorlike surface of the lake came into view, and she could see the outlet into the lake for one of the waterfalls in the park. The lake was surrounded by trees in various shades of autumn colors. Duke and Gage checked with her frequently, and although she was doing fine, she was certain she’d feel the climb the following night. She smiled, thinking she’d have to talk them into a rubdown to avoid having too much soreness.
The bright-red portaledge came into view as they reached their destination. Jenetta stopped with them on the sturdy branch above their nest for the night and gave them the basics on the portaledge itself.
“Your portaledge is suspended from that branch,” she said, gesturing to the thick oak tree branch. “But you’re also anchored at all four corners. That will minimize swaying with the wind but don’t be surprised if you feel it rocking, especially if you close the canopy.”
Jenetta demonstrated lowering the canopy to cover their ledge in case it rained or the temperature dropped. Emma doubted that she would feel the cold very much between these two hot-blooded men.
They watched over her as she lowered herself to the portaledge and hooked her safety harness onto it as instructed by Jenetta, and then she removed her climbing rig. She was thankful that the camping service Jenetta represented had a portaledge that would safely hold three people. She would have been willing to do this in separate quarters, but doing it together was the whole point of the adventure.
Gage smiled at her as he lowered himself next to her and divested himself of his climbing gear. Duke followed soon after, and then Jenetta lowered herself and made sure they were harnessed properly to their safety lines, had everything they needed, and that they could reach the supplies tethered nearby. Once all was secured, Jenetta bid them good night and began her climb down the tree.
For the first time ever, Emma ate supper fifty feet up in a tree as the three of them watched the sun set on the Blue Ridge Mountains. They’d picked the perfect season to come on this adventure.
The rolling hills and mountains surrounding them were blanketed with trees in various stages of turning autumn leaves. The hills were a beautiful, undulating palette of red, russet, green, gold, yellow, and brown. In the fading light she could make out the reflections of the trees on the smooth mirror surface of the lake and took several pictures.
After their meal, they joined their sleeping bags into one big, cozy goose-down nest. Emma looked around anxiously, and Duke said, “Jenetta told me that there were no other tree campers in our immediate vicinity. We should have total privacy up here. Of course that doesn’t mean there’s not someone with binoculars on one of the hills across the lake watching us right now.”
Emma chuckled at his sly reference to her public-exhibition kink and slipped her sweatpants off and stuck them in the duffel tethered to one of the nylon rope loops on the structure. Gage considerately slipped her eyeglasses off and put them in their case in the duffel for safekeeping. If it fell over the edge, it wouldn’t go far, and they could suspend anything by the loops if it got in the way. The cool air brushed her bare skin, and her center throbbed with anticipation.
“Naughty angel,” Gage murmured as he cupped her ass with his callused hands. “You’re not wearing any undies.”
“Nope. I figured they would just get in the way.”
“True,” Duke agreed as he dotted her throat with soft, damp kisses that sent delicious heat through her body.
On the way up the tree, she’d wondered if they’d want to make love tonight, and now she had her answer as she placed a hand over both their groins and found their hardening erections. “Can we?”
With a crooked little grin on his handsome lips, Duke replied, “We’re as safe as we would be in one of our beds at home and we brought everything we need. Have you ever been made love to in a tree before, sweetheart?”
Duke’s occasional use of that old-fashioned endearment never failed to thrill her, and she shook her head playfully as she thought of how it would feel to make love up there.<
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Gage pressed kisses to the other side of her throat. “Hold still, angel.”
She did as he asked, and he unhooked her safety harness and slipped it from her so they could peel the rest of her clothing off. They reattached and adjusted it so it fit her properly. She shivered as she simultaneously felt a cool breeze blow over her and a hot wave of warmth and moisture to her pussy.
Duke bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth as Gage latched on to the other one. She shivered with lust and need as Gage’s fingers sought out her pussy and teased her lips before he slid two fingers into her. The portaledge rocked and wobbled gently, and her whole body trembled as she gave over to the sensations they created inside her.
Duke released her nipple and said, “Into the sleeping bag with you, Em. We don’t want you to get chilled.”
They helped her into the bag and arranged her lines so she’d be comfortable then stripped down to bare skin, showing her firsthand how turned on they were by the idea of fucking her up in a tree. Both their cocks stood rigid and erect.
“I see I’m not the only one who went commando tonight,” she said with a giggle.
Gage’s eyes glittered with desire as he slid in beside her and said, “One less thing to worry about, angel.”
Duke climbed in as well and they turned her so that Gage was pressed to her back and Duke was pressed to her front.
Gage stroked her hair away from her throat and laid kisses there as Duke kissed her and then murmured, “Would you like to finally mark number one off our bucket list, Em?”
A wave of sizzling heat passed through her body as she replied, “You have no idea how much. It would be perfect.” The Blue Ridge Mountains at sunset would be an idyllic setting for her first ménage.
Duke kissed the corner of her mouth and said, “Just close your eyes and relax, Em. Let us take care of you.”
“Oh…that can be arranged,” she whispered as they continued to ply her with heady, sweet kisses.
“We have plenty of room to maneuver on the portaledge, and we’re all harnessed safely, but for tonight just let us do the work, Emma.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Their cozy, goose-down nest warmed up just fine as they heated her up as well. Duke kissed her and rubbed her neck and shoulders soothingly, and Gage played with her nipples and teased her wet pussy with his fingers until she was arching and wiggling between the two of them, trying to get relief from the fire building inside her.
Every sensation was magnified as she lay with them, listening to the sounds of the forest settling into dusk. The canopy was still gathered up at the rope pinnacle of their portaledge above them. They were concealed only by the sleeping bag and held cupped inside the hammock-like confines of the red canvas-covered metal structure.
She detected the scent of wood smoke on the air from a nearby campsite, and a lusty thrill went through her that while nobody could see them way up in the tree, they were still surrounded by campers on the ground. She chortled softly, wondering if people might hear her when she came.
When Duke asked what made her laugh, she replied, “There are campers nearby, aren’t there?”
Duke’s responding chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Another exhibitionist fantasy, Emma?”
She didn’t deny it and nodded as she sighed luxuriously. She heard the rip of two foil wrappers and waited as they both rolled the condoms on. The cap on a bottle of lubricant popped open. Gage must’ve carried the lubricant close to his body, because she was surprised when the lube was body temperature instead of cold. She was touched by his consideration as he applied the slick gel to her asshole and began stroking. This was only the second time they’d had anal sex, and he took his time preparing her as Duke kissed her over and over as he played with her slippery cunt. Emma gazed into Duke’s gray eyes when he opened them, and she could see the desire simmering there. He smiled at her and kissed her again.
Against her shoulder, Gage murmured, “I love you, angel. The last two months with you have been the best time of my life.” Oh, mine too. He pulled away and looked over her shoulder and into her eyes. “I mean that. You make me a very happy man. When I’m away from you I feel like part of me is missing.”
Duke nodded as he pressed kisses to her throat. “Me, too, Em. There is nothing like being with you. Loving you is so easy.”
Emma felt like warm, pliable taffy between them as she whispered, “I never thought I’d be so lucky, to be loved like this. You two mean everything to me. My life is better because you’re in it.”
Gage slid his warm hand around her waist and used the other hand to position his sheathed and lubed cock at her back entrance. She tilted her head and kissed him as he thrust against her tight asshole. The lubrication worked wonders, and she delighted in the sensation as he thrust against her again and again, gaining ground in her tingling ass with each motion.
She moaned at the exquisite sensation as his cock finally slid past her tight muscles. He inched in by degrees, and the slow burn inside her flamed higher. She arched her back and wiggled against him, trying to take more, until he growled and stilled her movements.
He slid his hand down the back of her thigh and lifted it to open her for Duke as he prepared to enter her, after he’d used a little of the lubricant, too. Gage shifted their combined weight so she lay against his chest, impaled on his cock. She gasped as the portaledge swung gently and then settled again.
“That’s the other reason we wanted you to just relax and let us to do the work tonight. We can try wilder ménage positions once we get home,” Duke murmured with a chuckle as he positioned his cock against her wet opening. “But we wouldn’t want to flip out of the portaledge, lose our sleeping bag, and be hanging out in the open buck-ass naked, when we could be cuddled together fucking, fifty feet above the ground.”
Emma whimpered as he thrust gently. “Makes perfect sense. Oh, that feels so good.” His cock slithered against her lips, and he thrust again. While she knew they would both fit, she was shocked by how tightly filled she felt as he slid in. She undulated her hips, causing Gage to groan, and took a bit more of Duke until they were both lodged deep inside her. Her hands shook, and hot and cold tremors raced through her body. She responded with an answering groan when Gage thrust against her then pulled out.
“Oh, Gage,” she moaned when he pushed back inside, and she bit her lip as Duke thrust as Gage pulled out. They established a gentle, slow rhythm that quickly had her begging for them to move faster.
Gage pressed his parted lips to the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “Angel, you feel so fucking good.”
All she could do was try to lie still between them as they slowly fucked her to near insanity. The portaledge gently swayed, and she couldn’t tell if it was from a wayward breeze or if it was due to their movements. The blaze inside their little haven grew into an inferno.
Her legs trembled and her pussy tightened as her orgasm threatened to erupt. “Oh—I’m coming, I’m coming, oh—”
Her breath exploded from her a second before Duke kissed her to muffle her moans and cries as the tension within her finally sprang loose. Her body went rigid between them, and the pulses raged through her as Duke and Gage thrust in hard, pistoning strokes until they both froze and groaned at the same time. Duke tilted his head back, and every muscle in him strained as he came, growling lustily. Gage squeezed her tightly from behind, and she could feel the tension inside him vibrating against her back as his cock pulsed deep in her ass.
She went limp against Gage, unable to move as the forest grew gradually darker around them. She realized she’d dozed off when she felt Gage gently withdraw. She snuggled down into the pillow as she listened to the sounds of a Ziploc bag opening, which both men placed their used condoms in.
“I’m going to move you for a second, angel. Just relax.” She smiled blissfully, thinking she could do nothing else but relax considering the altered state they’d worked her into. Gage fiddled around with another bag, and then she felt the
unexpected sensation of him cleaning her up with wet wipes. “Just cleaning up real quick,” he murmured as he brushed a soft kiss to her neck. Once the job was done and the Ziploc put away, both men cuddled close to her.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Duke asked as he tenderly kissed her cheek.
She burrowed her forehead against the crook of his shoulder and said, “Oh, yes. That was incredible. I love you.” The last thing she remembered was whispered endearments from both of them and kisses to her face and shoulders before they bundled up together and fell asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Gage lifted Emma’s camera from the café table and shot a picture of her with powdered sugar dotting the tip of her nose while she happily nibbled on her beignet. He chuckled when he pointed it out to her, and she crossed her eyes to see as he snapped a picture.
Laughing at her antics, Duke removed the piece of yellow paper from his pocket and unfolded it. Gage handed him a pen, and Duke said, “Beignets and café au lait at Café Du Monde, New Orleans. Check.”
Emma giggled and wiggled in her seat as she crowed with a mouthful of beignet. “Yeah!”
Watching her enjoy herself was worth so much more to him than whether or not they ever completed every item on the list. They’d taken a different route through Louisiana on the trip to Georgia, so on the journey home they’d driven through New Orleans so they could stop at the legendary French Market coffee stand.
Gage looked at the list and said, “We’ll have to swing back through here one spring and mark Mardi Gras off our list.”
Duke looked up from the page and grinned. “You won’t have to twist my arm to come back to New Orleans. You know, it’s not technically a bucket list item, but next stop…”
Gage laughed out loud and said, “We could probably time it so we hit Henderson at suppertime. Mmm.”
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