by Lily Harlem
“Wow.” Olivia halted. “This is incredible.”
An enormous bed dominated the room. It was easily the size of two queen beds, the headboard had wooden slats, and it stood on thick wooden legs. The covers were white, and it was piled high with silvery cushions and pillows.
An ornate dressing table with a fancy mirror stood against one wall and was flanked by rows of wardrobes. Like the living room, the huge window was dressed in soft white and gray drapes.
“This is good.” Harry nodded, stepping up to a bedside table. “We can put our own mark on it.” He pulled open a drawer then glanced at Olivia. “And make memories in it.”
She smiled. “Yes, we can. But right now, I’m going to take a shower. Bumping around on that tractor made me sweat, and I’ve still got some slimy gel on my stomach.”
“Perhaps the shower is big enough for three now.” Evan turned and shut the bedroom door. He flicked a lock on it that hadn’t been there before.
“I guess it depends what Harry asked for.” Olivia studied Harry.
“So far they’ve done everything I’ve asked.” A slightly evasive grin crossed his face.
“What else did you ask for, Harry?” she asked, glancing at the drawer by the bedside table.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
That sounds good.
Peeling off her t-shirt, she headed to the en suite. As she released her bra, she drew in a sharp intake of breath.
The room was stunning. With charcoal gray tiles covering the floor and walls, it was a huge wet room with four large showerheads along one side. The toilet had been encased in a separate small room with a sink, then along one side, four more sinks had been set into marble and a huge backlit mirror hung on the wall above them. The furniture was sleek silver, and at the window hung a chrome blind.
“I can’t believe this is ours,” she said.
“Wow, I can’t believe this is the same room…come to that, the same house.” Evan whipped off his t-shirt. “And that shower looks as if it needs testing.”
“I’m glad you both like it.” Harry toed off his shoes, then popped the top button on his jeans.
“I more than like it.” Evan turned to him. “It’s made it possible for me to live here. All this has exorcised him from the place. I’m not looking at a bit of furniture he…or a wall that I…” Evan paused.
“It’s okay.” Olivia rested her hand on his arm. “If you want to talk about it.”
“I don’t. Not now.” He smiled suddenly. “Not when there’s a damn fine new shower to try out and I’ve got you two here.”
“I like the way your mind works.” Harry shucked off the last of his clothes then reached for the control panel. His cock was semi-erect, the skin on his buttocks a little paler than the rest of him.
Evan did the same, moving up next to him as water suddenly sprayed from all four heads.
Olivia quickly removed her clothes and stepped in with them, reaching for a bar of soap as she did so.
The water was only just warm and refreshed her skin. She held her face to the stream, adoring the sensation of dust being washed away.
“You like it?” Harry asked, squeezing in behind her and kissing her shoulder.
“Mmm, yes.” She leaned back onto him, his cock wedging against her lower back. “This is somewhere I could happily shower every day.”
“That’s good, because you’re going to.” He cupped her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples.
“Here.” She handed him the soap.
Harry quickly lathered his hands then smeared the soap over her breasts, up to her neck and down to her belly.
“You’re being very thorough,” she murmured, enjoying his touch.
“You said you were sticky.”
She smiled.
Evan was watching them, his cock hardening. But suddenly he turned to the wall, reached out, and placed his hands flat on the tiles. He’d positioned himself beneath a powerful jet of water and its stream worked the section of flesh between his shoulder blades.
Harry turned her, angled the showerhead at her body, and allowed it to rinse away the bubbles. “Perhaps Evan needs soaping up, too,” he said quietly.
“You do it,” she said, reaching for the shampoo. “While I wash my hair.”
He hesitated for a second, then stepped in behind Evan, reworking the soap.
A thrill went through Olivia. She adored seeing their physical relationship grow. They were so damn hot together, yet barely able to admit their attraction. It was almost as if they needed her there, to give them the okay, to inject the confidence they needed to take the next step each time.
Evan sighed as Harry placed his hands on his back and rubbed across his shoulders, working his thumbs with deep, firm movements.
“Does that feel good, Evan?”
Evan twisted sharply, as though surprised it was Harry touching him. He glanced at Olivia.
“Let Harry work on those kinks for you,” Olivia said, rubbing shampoo into her hair. “He’s good at that.”
Evan blew out a breath, water spraying from his face. He turned back to the wall, head hanging low and feet hip width apart. He was at full hardness, his cock angled upward from his body.
Harry continued to work Evan’s wide shoulders, methodically kneading the flesh and spreading the suds.
Olivia rinsed her hair, reluctant to join them and end her show.
Harry went lower, trailing down the gutter of Evan’s spine. He seemed utterly absorbed by his task. His lips were parted, and his jaw set in a tight line of concentration.
The water sluiced the white bubbles through the cleft of Evan’s ass. Harry began to massage Evan’s cheeks.
Evan tensed. His hands balled into fists. His cock bobbed.
Harry slid his finger, along with the suds, between Evan’s buttocks.
“Watch it, Vidal,” Evan said, straightening and stepping forward so Harry was forced to remove his touch.
“Sorry, but you have a cute ass,” Harry said.
Evan turned. “Don’t you be thinking about my ass.”
“You can stop me touching it, but you can’t stop me thinking about it.” Harry handed Evan the soap and grinned. “Have you never thought about mine?”
Evan opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“That’s what I thought.” Harry closed his eyes and held his face to the stream of water. It flattened his hair and caught in his eyelashes and stubble.
Evan let his gaze drift down Harry’s body, hovering on his cock.
Olivia hardly dared breathe. Was Evan going to reach for Harry’s erection? Give him a hand job here in the shower? Or perhaps he was going to let Harry touch his ass after all. Go all the way, now, really christen this new bathroom.
The thought of them fucking made her knees go wobbly and her heart rate speed up.
“Babe,” Evan said, holding out his hand. “Come here.”
She went to him, and he slid his arms around her wet torso. “You feeling dirty?”
“No, pretty clean, actually.” She giggled and absorbed the heat from his hot, hard flesh beneath her palms.
“We can soon change that.” Evan nipped her earlobe.
“Come on, time to get out,” Harry said, wiping his hand over his face to remove the soap and water.
“Maybe we should…in here.” Olivia waggled her eyebrows.
“Another time.” Harry reached for a towel and secured it around his waist. “I have other plans.”
“Isn’t that always the case,” Evan said with a mock huff as he flicked off the water.
“I think you’ll like them.” Harry handed Olivia a towel. “Come see.”
They followed Harry to the bedroom. Once again he opened the drawer by the bed.
“What’s in there?” Olivia patted the drips from her hair then pulled it up into a hair band.
“Something for you,” he said.
“Do I get to see it?” She was intrigued.
“Lie d
own and I’ll show you.” He nodded at the bed.
“Mmm, good idea.” Evan embraced her and guided her to the bed, her towel slipping away as she went.
Memories of the drawer in Raul’s apartment flooded her mind. Had Harry ordered the same kind of toys to keep in their new bedroom?
Evan was kissing her, his hands roaming as he urged her flat onto her back. She enjoyed his taste, his weight gently over her, and her pussy dampened in anticipation of what was to come. Alone time with Harry and Evan was always good.
Harry joined them. He’d discarded his towel, and his cock was thick and ready for action.
“What do you think?” He pressed the tip of a gold vibrator to her right nipple.
A zinging sensation traveled over her breast.
“Harry!” She gasped.
“You like it? It’s solid gold—well, apart from the battery bit.”
“But…oh my God, all those workmen know this was delivered.” Her cheeks heated.
“No they don’t. Only Ted does.”
“That’s bad enough.”
“Shh.” He kissed her. “He’s paid to a do a job. Now, as your husbands, we have a job to do.”
“What else is in that drawer?”
“You don’t need to know, for now.”
Evan slipped to her other side so she was sandwiched between them. He massaged her breasts and nuzzled her neck as Harry slid the vibrator downward.
She held her breath when the tip ran over her clit.
“It feels nice, eh?” Harry whispered.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes.
“It won’t hurt the babies. I checked the info on line.”
“I know.” She swallowed. Her pussy was dampening, her nipples tight peaks.
“But I’ll be real gentle, I promise.”
“I trust you, Harry.”
He lifted slightly, and she watched as he applied lube from a small blue tube to the vibrator’s ridged length.
A tremor went through her. It had been a long time since she’d had need of a vibrator.
“Open up,” Evan murmured, encouraging her to part her legs.
She did as he’d asked, and Harry set the tip of the vibe at her entrance.
She shifted and tensed her stomach.
“What?” he asked, his brow creasing.
“It’s cold.”
“Not for long.” Gently, he eased it in.
The smooth surface was pleasant, as was the gentle stretch. What was the most sexy was the expressions on her men’s faces. They were watching with fascination, curiosity, keen to see her reaction.
“Is it good?” Evan asked.
She nodded.
“How about this?”
Suddenly, delicious vibrations spread through her pussy, making the walls tingle.
She arched from the bed. “Oh, yes, that…”
Evan grinned. “Good shout, Vidal.”
“Yeah, I thought it would be. When her bump is so big we can’t get near her, this will do the job.”
“Hey…I won’t get that…” Her words caught in her mouth. The vibrations had switched to a sumptuous pulse, which spread to her ass and her clit. She moaned long and low.
“Ah, that’s it, that’s the one.” There was excitement in Harry’s voice.
“Look at her toes,” Evan said with a chuckle.
Olivia was aware she’d curled her toes up tight. There was nothing she could do about it. The vibrator was creating overwhelming sensations.
After a few moments, she wriggled. “Someone fuck me. I need cock, real cock.”
“No,” Harry said. “We wanna watch you come, with this.”
“Yeah, without the distraction of our own pleasure,” Evan added.
She groaned and reached for her clit. “I need.”
“I know what you need. Allow me.” Evan gently knocked her hand away. He found her clit and rubbed it just the way he knew she liked.
She stared up at him, then switched her attention to Harry.
They were both so gorgeous, and so focused on her. She loved them so much.
Pressure was building quickly in her clit. She knew she’d come soon. The vibrator was wicked, and with the way Evan was touching her, too…
“Oh, God…it’s nearly here.” She drew her knees up, writhed, and gripped the sheets.
“Come,” Harry said, scanning her body. “Fuck, you look incredible, Liv.”
“I want to…” She was delirious with need. “Now…” She groaned again. “Kiss. I want to watch you kiss while I…”
They looked at each other.
Evan glanced at her and swallowed.
“Quickly,” she gasped. She couldn’t hold it off.
Evan leaned in. Harry met him halfway. His tongue peeked out and stroked over the tip of Evan’s as their lips met.
She gave in to her orgasm, the sight before her easily tipping her over the edge. Bliss spread through her body. She kept her eyes wide, watching their jaws move, their noses touch.
“Ah, fuck yes…” She wailed.
They broke apart. Harry dipped his head and covered her mouth with his. “Shh.” He chuckled. “You’ll have the others banging the door down.”
She was panting. Suddenly the sensations were too much. She pushed at Evan’s hand, moving him from her clit. She scooted up the bed, forcing the vibrator from her pussy.
“You okay?” Evan asked, a crease of concern forming between his eyebrows.
“Yes.” She was breathless and hot. “That was good, but it’s full-on. Phew.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.” He grinned, his brow softening.
“I did.” She flopped her head back onto the pillow. “Might need another shower.”
Evan laughed. “That’s not a problem.”
Harry abandoned the vibrator down near her thighs and reached for Evan’s chin. He cupped it in the palm of his hand. “Our wife gets off on watching us kiss.”
“Yeah, I know. Kinky little thing.” Evan closed his eyes and accepted the gentle but deep kiss Harry gave him.
Olivia sighed and watched them, enjoying every tiny detail of their kiss. She remembered the boat, when Harry had held Evan as she’d given him a blow job. How they’d kissed then, it had been so hot and new. They were getting more comfortable with it now, giving in to the need to connect. She also remembered the promise she’d made Harry that day.
‘You know how you like my ass, Harry?’
‘Yeah.’
‘I meant it when I said I like yours, too. There will be a time I want to play with it. You can’t just dole it out, you know, you have to be able to take it as well…all of it.’
Was it time for her to play?
Hell yeah.
When the men’s kiss broke, she tipped Harry onto his back. She then slithered on top of him, so she was completely over his body in a straight line. She grabbed his wrists and hauled them over his head. Her full weight was on him, but she knew that wouldn’t bother him.
“Grip the slats on the headboard,” she said. “You’re going to need to hold on to something.”
He shot his eyebrows up. “What?”
“Just do as you’re told.” She kissed him. “And lie back and enjoy.”
He curled his fingers around the slats and studied her as she kissed down his chest.
Evan stroked a strand of damp hair from her cheek and watched as she sank lower.
When she reached his navel, she dipped her tongue in and cupped his balls.
“Mmm,” Harry said, his eyes flashing. “I like the way your mind works.”
“You think you know how my mind works?”
“Yeah. I reckon I do.”
“We’ll see about that.” She stuck out her tongue, and with the flat of it, stroked up his shaft.
He moaned, and his belly tensed.
She glanced at Evan. He was breathing fast, his brow a little shiny with perspiration.
Olivia knew they were both expecting her to give Harry a blow job.
But that wasn’t what she had in mind.
Pushing his thighs apart, wide and wider still, she settled between them and reached for the vibrator and lube.
Harry’s eyes flicked fully open. “Liv.”
“Remember what I said on the ship, Harry?”
He nodded.
“The time has come.” She held up the golden vibrator. The sunlight glinted off its surface as she coated it in lube.
“What the hell did she say to you on the ship?” Evan asked.
“That she…” Harry paused. “Wanted to play with my ass.”
“Fuck!” Evan half spluttered, half laughed. “Really?”
“It’s only fair, Evan,” Olivia said. “You all like to play with mine. Why shouldn’t I have some fun?”
“Well yeah… but…”
“And you’re next, Harry,” she said.
Evan paused, then, “Our wife is even kinkier than we thought, Vidal.”
“Tell me about it.” Harry was still staring at the vibrator.
“Just relax,” she said, again cupping his balls. She lifted them to expose his tight, dark hole.
“Oh fuck.” He dropped his head back and gripped the slats. His erection was so full and thick it appeared painful.
“I mean it, Harry, you’re going to have to relax, the way you told me to.”
“Yes.” He kind of nodded.
She set the tip of the vibe at his hole.
He jerked away.
“Keep still. It’ll be good when it’s in, you know it will be.”
He didn’t answer.
“You can always safeword.”
“I don’t need to do that.” He gritted his teeth.
“In that case, you really should relax, mate,” Evan said. “Like seriously. She’s gonna do this.”
“I am.” Olivia could feel the excitement swarming inside her. She knew damn well Harry would come spectacularly if she could hit his prostate with his gold vibrator. She’d bet he hadn’t thought it would be going up his own ass when he’d ordered it.
She concentrated and eased the tip in, watching the skin stretch around it.
He moaned and twisted his head from side to side.
“That’s it,” she said, easing it in more. Lube collected on it as she sank higher. The golden tip, then the shaft, disappeared deeper and deeper.
He groaned, a throaty low rumble, which reverberated through the bed.
