by Dinah McLeod
Thank him? She blinked slowly, her mind still whirling at this unexpected turn of events, not to mention the waves of desire tumbling throughout her body one after the other. “However he’d like, of course.”
Without a word, Jarrod stood and Kaitlyn’s eyes were drawn to his hands. When she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, her tummy did a little flip even as she sucked in her breath. It was both a terrifying and an exciting sound.
When his hard, long cock popped free of his pants and he offered it to her, she nearly licked her lips. He looked delicious. She looked up at Sean, and only when he nodded did she sit up. She looked at Jarrod, trying to tell him with her eyes what she’d never find the words to express. She wanted him to know how truly grateful she was, how much he’d come to mean to her. But realizing that she could do better than using her eyes to communicate, she leaned forward and used her mouth to do it instead.
She took him between her lips and slid down the length of his shaft, encouraged by the sound of his gasp. She leaned forward, trying to take all of him—which was a considerable length—in her mouth. Unfortunately for her, she had a sensitive gag reflex and it was only a few moments before she had to pull back, gasping. Once she’d recovered, she was reluctant to look at him for fear that she’d disappointed him.
He must have known—didn’t he always seem to know?—because the next thing she knew, Jarrod had hooked a pair of fingers underneath her chin and tilted her head up. When she looked into his face, the first thing she saw was his wide smile. The second was his eyes, warm with compassion and, if she didn’t miss the guess, desire.
“Kaitlyn, get on the floor, on your knees,” she heard Sean order behind her. “You’ll be able to take more in that position.”
Eager to comply, she did as he bid and tried again. Sean was right—she was much more comfortable in this position and able to take more of Jarrod’s cock into her mouth. Before she’d married, she’d never considered herself a girl who enjoyed fellatio, but Sean had made her a believer. She took to her task with enthusiasm, marveling at the differences between the two men. They both had plenty of cock to please a woman, but there was no denying that they were different.
Sean, for example, was longer, with a sensitive spot right on the underside of his cock that she loved to tease with her tongue. Jarrod, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as long, but was thicker, and had a unique flavor that left her wondering about how his cum might taste sliding down her throat. If she was lucky, she just might be allowed to find out. The thought made a little shiver of excitement run through her and she felt that much more determined to please him.
She took the base of his cock in her hand, grasping it firmly and using it to help her slide up and down his cock faster. Soon, she had him grunting, which made her tummy flip and her pussy gush. She could feel the slickness of her thighs, made more pronounced because of the cool air kissing them.
Suddenly, she felt Sean’s hand on her shoulder, caressing her. She felt him move closer, until she was sandwiched between the two of them. Her mind screamed to her that she should feel trapped, but being caught between these two men made her feel freer than she’d ever felt in her entire life. When she felt Sean caress her ass, she moaned around Jarrod’s cock and pushed it out toward him.
“That’s not what I want,” he chuckled behind her. “Not tonight.”
Nothing broke her concentration on her task as she bobbed up and down Jarrod’s cock. But she stilled when she heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, for the slightest instant before she was sucking away again.
She was so soaking wet that it took no time at all for Sean to grab her by the hips and thrust inside her. Even though she’d been expecting it—or more like hoping for it—she was still caught off guard by the fullness she felt having two holes occupied at once. It felt so naughty and delicious that she came on the spot. She could feel her pussy clench his cock as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
On a normal day, she would collapse against the pillows after coming, or turn on her side and close her eyes. But this was not a normal day, and she found that not only did she not feel spent, in fact she had more energy coursing through her than she knew what to do with. She sucked Jarrod hard and fast, and moved her hips in time to Sean’s thrusts. It was all she could do to keep up with the both of them, and it didn’t leave any room for feeling tired.
It seemed like the three of them went on like this forever, moving in a three-way dance of passion and pleasure before Jarrod tangled his hand in her hair and began to move her head in earnest, directing her to move faster. She complied eagerly and was rewarded with a burst of salty cum on her tongue. She swallowed it and continued to drink until he was dry. Afterward, he zipped his pants up before turning sideways. He draped an arm over her and she hugged his leg as Sean continued to fuck her from behind.
Kaitlyn licked her lips, continuing to savor the taste of Jarrod in her mouth while Sean pumped hard inside her. Every now and then his balls would slap her hot, punished ass, but rather than hurting it only seemed to fuel her lust. She could feel her tummy tying itself in warm knots of pleasure. She smiled, knowing that she was close to orgasming. This one, she felt, wouldn’t be over quickly, but would take its time charting a course throughout her entire body.
It started with her nipples. They budded and hardened like pebbles. Almost as though he’d sensed it, Sean reached up and ran his finger over one of her stiffened nipples. She gasped, and he pinched it between his fingers, turning her gasp to a moan.
The feeling of absolute arousal traveled down to her belly, where the knots were tightening, which meant she was getting closer with each and every thrust. Sean growled behind her, squeezing her breast as he thrust harder.
“Faster, baby,” she mewled.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he ground out. “Naughty girls take it the way their masters choose to give it.” And then, much to her dismay, he deliberately slowed down. There were times when his slow, careful thrusts delighted her, but tonight they only prolonged her agony. What was worse was that he knew it.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I have to come.”
“What makes you think you’re allowed to come?”
She froze at the implication, but relaxed when she heard Sean chuckle behind her.
“OK, baby, just this once, since you said please.”
No sooner had he spoken, Sean picked up the pace and gave her exactly what she needed: quick, hard thrusts meant to get the job done. In no time she felt her breathing pick up along with the pounding of her heart. The knots in her belly were tightly wound, clenching together until it was nearly painful. But when they unfurled, unleashing a warm rush of heat that shot throughout the rest of her body, she thought she’d never felt so wonderful in her life.
Sean’s orgasm came right behind hers, fittingly. He leaned over her, catching his breath for a moment and she shut her eyes, still clutching Jarrod’s leg tightly. It would have made for an odd portrait, it occurred to her, but she didn’t think she’d ever felt more at home in her own skin, more adored, than she did in this moment.
When Sean untangled himself from her, she felt herself being helped up by Jarrod. He took her into his arms for a moment, hugging her close, before he released her.
Suddenly, she felt shy. She found that she couldn’t look either of them in the eye and kept her eyes focused on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen. She got out two large cups and poured them full of apple juice. It was Sean’s favorite post-coitus drink. She didn’t know what Jarrod’s was, but maybe she’d learn in time.
She blushed, dismissing the thought as soon as it crossed her mind. She couldn’t think like that. What had happened tonight was a ‘one time only’ thing. And it was better that way, really. She was Sean’s wife and she shouldn’t think about anyone else’s preferences after sex.
“Thanks, babe,” Sean said as she handed him his glass. She heard him taking large gulps before she’d e
ven given Jarrod his cup.
“Do you mind if I take this to go?”
She reluctantly raised her eyes to his face. “You… you’re leaving?”
“I’ve got PT at oh-five-hundred.”
“Oh.” She nodded once. “Yeah, sure. I mean, of course. I’ll… I’ll walk you out.” She looked at Sean, who gave the pair of them a wave.
“Later, battle.”
“I’m sure I’ll see you.”
That was all they said before Jarrod began to make his way to the front door. He grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and turned to her.
At least, she thought she felt his eyes on her. She couldn’t be sure, because she couldn’t bring herself to check.
“Are you OK, Kate?” He kept his voice low, the question for her ears only.
She nodded.
“I won’t believe it until you say it.”
She could have been imagining it, but she thought she heard a hint of vulnerability in his voice that matched the one thumping away inside her chest. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and what she saw made her smile. It was just Jarrod. Familiar, handsome, sweetheart Jarrod. For some reason, she thought she’d see him differently, now that she knew him in an entirely new way than she was used to. And while there were things that were different—she had a new perspective on just how handsome he was. How had she managed to be blind for so long?—mostly things felt mercifully normal.
“Yes, Jarrod.” His name tasted pleasantly different on her tongue now. “I’m fine, I promise.”
“Good.” He gave her his familiar warm smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She dropped her eyes for a moment, and when she looked back up she could feel warmth in her cheeks. “And Jarrod… thank you.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. It was just a quick kiss on the mouth, which considering what they’d just done should have felt downright prudish, but somehow, it was just right. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” she echoed, softly closing the door behind him once he’d left.
She was hugging herself as she made her way slowly back into the living room. Sean was standing, waiting for her.
“What do you say we get some rest?”
“Aren’t you hungry?” she asked, her mind turning to the dishes of cold food that had been left on the kitchen table.
“Not really. We can have a big breakfast in the morning. When’s the last time we’ve been to Cofield’s?”
Kaitlyn smiled at the name of their favorite brunch place. “That sounds great. I’ll just clean up the kitchen and—”
“Go lie down, baby. I’ll take care of it.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, sweetheart. Go lie down. I’ll be right behind you.”
Kaitlyn hadn’t realized how tired she was until that moment. She gave him a grateful smile and walked to the bedroom, amazed when he actually began running the water in the kitchen. She slid between the soft sheets on the bed, her mind running over what had happened mere moments ago. Her ass was still sore to the touch, her pussy throbbing and achy—both testaments to the fact that she hadn’t been dreaming. She tried to think about what it all meant, and what it would mean for them all going forward, but the moment her head hit the pillow she gave up analyzing the situation in favor of merciful sleep.
* * *
Kaitlyn awoke slowly to the feeling of her arm being caressed. When she stirred, she felt her t-shirt being lifted. Next, a hand slid inside, traveling up her belly and landing on her left breast.
“I played with the other one earlier,” Sean whispered to her huskily. “I thought this one might be jealous.”
She smiled against the pillow. “Good thinking.”
“I missed you, babe. I’m glad to be home.”
“I’m glad to have you home,” she told him, reaching forward to caress his face. “Are we done fighting now?”
“Yeah, baby,” he pulled her closer. “I don’t like fighting with you, you know that.”
“Well,” she smiled, batting her eyelashes, “you kind of like it.”
“Wrong.” He tapped her nose. “I like making my naughty girl behave. It’s not my fault you can’t control what comes out of your mouth when you’re mad.”
“I can do other things with my mouth.” More eyelash batting.
“I seem to remember that that’s true,” he grinned.
“Would you like me to prove it to you?” Without waiting for an answer, she slid up toward him and kissed him, at first soft and slow. Then she nibbled his bottom lip and he responded by grasping her arms and kissing her back, hard. She hadn’t thought it possible, but as their kiss deepened, she felt her body begin to warm in the familiar way that could only mean that she was ready to feel his cock inside her.
Sean must have been feeling the same, because at that moment he broke their kiss, ordering, “Take down my boxers.”
With pleasure, she told him with her eyes, right before she slid down to where his cock was waiting, standing at attention. She locked eyes with him and grinned coyly before lowering her mouth and taking it inside her mouth. She gently nibbled the fabric, feeling his hard-on against her teeth.
“God, woman,” he growled.
She glanced up to see that he had fistfuls of bedsheet. She hooked her fingers into his boxers and slid them down as he’d told her to, appreciating the sight of his tan, muscled thighs and legs. She was a lucky, lucky girl.
“Should I…?”
“No,” he whispered huskily. “You’ve had enough cum to drink tonight, don’t you think?” Without waiting for an answer, he leaned forward and grabbed hold of her, pulling Kaitlyn on top of him.
“Just like that? No foreplay?” she teased.
Sean answered by reaching down and sliding a finger in her pussy. When he pulled it out she saw it glistening with her wetness. “It doesn’t look like you need any.”
“A girl still likes to be romanced.”
“In that case, I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire universe, Kaitlyn Green. But just to be sure, maybe I should go visit some other countries.”
“Hey!” She slapped her hand down on her chest in a not-so-playful smack. “You better not!”
“Now, you understand that I have to spank you.” He wagged his eyebrows, making her giggle. “And I intend to, after I’ve had my way with you.” With that, he flipped her onto her back in one swift move that made her gasp. Her back had barely touched the sheet when he plunged his long, hard cock into her wet depths.
“Oh, Sean.”
“I love you, Kaitlyn.”
“I know. I love you, too.”
“Make sure you remember that, OK? If there is a next time, I’d rather us do this first, and argue later.”
“Agreed,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sean began to thrust in and out of her, going slowly to start—just to tease her, she thought—but picking up momentum as he kept on. This time, they melded together, soft and gentle, loving each other in the best way they knew how. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, mewling as he used his cock to show how deep his feelings for her ran.
Her climax was just as slow to build, but she wasn’t in any rush. She loved feeling his skin touch hers, loved the privacy of the moment that made it feel like they were the only two people in the entire world. They moved together, as one, and when she finally came she did it calling his name. Sean reached his own climax moments later, and after rolling off of her he pulled her close. At first, she tensed, remembering the promised spanking. But when his breathing became soft and even she allowed herself to snuggle into him. Breathing in the sweet, sexy scent of him relaxed her and closed her eyes with a smile still on her lips.
* * *
When there was a rap at the door sharply at eight in the morning, Kaitlyn awoke to an empty bed. She stretched her arm out, searching for Sean, but when her fingers clasped empty sheets, she opened her
eyes and sat up. She slowly sat up, wondering if she’d imagined the knocking to begin with.
“Sean?” she called out tentatively.
There it was again: the same rap-tap-tap that had woken her. With a sigh, she threw back the covers and stood up. On her way out the door, she grabbed her robe and headed for the door. The robe was silk, white with shiny black and purple roses decorating it. She cinched the belt moments before she opened the door.
“Good morning!” Candice beamed at her from the doorstep, dressed immaculately in a powder blue dress and matching sweater.
“Ugh,” Kaitlyn groaned.
“I’m sorry?” Candice’s brow furrowed. “What was that?”
“Please, come in,” she amended, swallowing back another sigh.
“Did I wake you?” she asked as she bustled in.
“No, I’ve been up for hours already.”
“Wonderful!”
Thankfully, her back was turned to Kaitlyn so she didn’t feel bad about rolling her eyes.
“I made muffins.”
Just then, she noticed the foil-covered plate in Candice’s hands. “You didn’t have to do that. Here, let me take those. Why don’t you take a seat on the couch and I’ll make us some coffee?” And get dressed, she added silently to herself. She doubted she could rival Candice’s ensemble though. She didn’t think she even owned a sweater that was cute and girlish.
“That would be great.”
“Great,” she echoed in a mutter under her breath as she power-walked back to the bedroom. God, why was the contents of her closet spilled out on her bedroom floor? She looked hopelessly into her open closet, but she had exactly two things hanging: an old bridesmaid’s dress that she’d been promising herself for months she’d get rid of, and a holey sweater that she’d been swearing she’d mend. Well.
She eyed the carpet skeptically, wondering what she was going to do. She had some jeans that she didn’t think looked too bad. Though, upon further investigation, it looked like she’d spilled some soy sauce on them. Kaitlyn eyed it dubiously, trying to remember when she’d last had Chinese food. She really was behind on laundry. Now that Sean was back home, she wasn’t going to be able to get away with slacking on things like that anymore.
