One Night Three Hearts (Three Hearts MFM BBW Menage Trilogy (Book 1 of 3))

by Adele Allaire

  “That still technically counts as 'on' but we'll see what Jason says when he is done with his shower," he said with a coy smile. His propped up his head on his right hand; the bulging upper arm muscles revealed he probably still regularly visited the gym. He traced the shape of her lips with his left hand’s ring finger, and she tentatively touched it with her tongue to feel the precise edge of his fingernail.

  Take me again before Jason comes back.

  "You look so different with a goatee,” Rose said as her mind flooded with old memories and fantasies. She realized the mental image she used all these years froze Matt in time, and did not match reality at all. What she saw before her now was more aged and mature, and infinitely more attractive in comparison; the youthful softness replaced with chiseled cheekbones and a strand or two of gray in his hair.

  "Yeah well, it wasn't intentional,” he said. “That was only me procrastinating this morning in the shaving department. Do you like it?”

  “I think so,” she said.

  He half smiled. “Well, happy birthday.”

  Matt leaned over and kissed her again while his left hand wandered around her upper body with a gentle touch. He kneaded her left breast; his thumb lazily grazed the top of her swelling nipple. Matt’s index finger joined his thumb, and they rubbed either side of the hardened flesh in tandem. Rose moaned softly into his mouth, and his relaxed grip on her nipple tightened in response, along with the moistness between her thighs.

  She wanted to throw her bound hands around him and have him enter her right then, but a pang of guilt crossed her mind. “Jason..?” she asked when Matt lifted his head for some air.

  “He’ll be along shortly for round two,” Matt said. His almost perfectly white teeth glowed slightly in the dim light. “I’m just warming you up for it.” He slid his body towards the foot of the bed to align his mouth with her left breast, and extended his long, darted tongue towards the protruding nipple while he massaged the soft skin around it. His facial stubble added to the sensation, as it dragged like mini needles wherever his mouth led. Half of his towel fell away from him, and Rose saw his cock hardened again with a slight glisten of clear fluid collected at its tip.

  Rose lifted her head slightly to watch him suckle her, and as their eyes locked with one another, Matt turned the gentle suck into a bite and pulled her nipple upwards with his teeth. She had to arch her back because she thought he was going to pull it off, as the pain was that excruciating.

  “Matt,” she gasped. “You… you remembered.”

  His mouth released her nipple after what seemed like an eternity, and she relaxed her back onto the bed. Matt stared at her again as his hand moved from her breast, over her belly, and rested on her upper thigh. “Yes, I don’t forget these things. All of our conversations are permanent fixtures in my mind.”

  She swallowed nervously. “All of them?” Rose scanned her mental filing cabinet, and searched through memories of the multitude of phone sex, texts, and instant message conversations to locate the one he might possibly refer to. She came up empty.

  “Yes, all of them,” Matt said after he circled the tortured nipple with his tongue. “And we’re not going to be as gentle with you this time.”

  “You know I always wanted you,” she moaned.

  He kissed the top of her nipple, and stared intensely at her. “This isn’t a fantasy anymore, and that means there aren’t any unicorns,” he said.

  Matt didn’t wait to let those words sink in before he clamped his teeth around her nipple again. Rose yelped in sweet pain and closed her eyes, dimly aware that the shower stopped. Matt continued to suck harder on her breast, and his sharply manicured fingernails dug in to her inner thigh.

  A shuffling noise from the bathroom caused Rose to turn her head to the right. Jason stood naked in the doorway, still damp from his shower.

  Rose watched her husband’s eyes go from her own to Matt nibbling on her breast, and she could barely look away from Jason’s forming erection. She realized that even after ten years of marriage, she never saw him go from soft to fully hard before. It was mesmerizing to see veins become visible, and his hands along his sides clench into fists and then relax in slow motion as if he pumped himself up. His right hand then moved over the front of his hip, and pulled the skin there away from his cock in a quasi-restraining motion. She saw his chest expand and contract in rhythm with his breathing.

  Watching Matt alone with me turns Jason on. And I think that turns me on.

  The relative silence broke when Matt pulled on her nipple with his teeth yet again, and she let out a long, low “Ooh!” It snapped Jason from his stupor. He strode over to the bed, laid on the empty side similar to Matt, and sucked on her vacant nipple.

  This is heaven. The two of them doing this to me is pure bliss.

  She watched Jason basically mimic whatever Matt did, and it disturbed her a bit as they observed each other. Matt was acting like the silent instructor, and her husband the mute pupil. But the sweet feelings of the two of them on her breasts made her sigh, and she couldn’t stop watching them bite, suck, and lick. Jason moved his free hand down to her inner thigh and stroked it as Matt did.

  Closer please… both of you on me… play with me… I am a puddle again.

  When the two hands were dangerously close to her nether region, Matt motioned for Jason to move to the chair, and Jason relocated there. He slouched slightly, and his cock was still very much erect.

  The inquisitive look on her face wasn't enough to persuade a response from either of them, and a shiver traveled down her spine.

  Matt instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed and face Jason sitting in the chair opposite them. After she obliged, he sat on the bed behind her, and guided her bound hands above her head, and then positioned them behind his neck so she could rest them there with little effort. She felt his hard cock press against the small of her back behind her.

  “You wanted the blindfold off, so don’t close your eyes,” Matt whispered into her right ear and paused by licking her earlobe. “Don’t take your eyes off of him. We’re going to play a game Jason and I used to play a long time ago, and it is very important you don’t speak unless I tell you to or ask you a direct question.”

  Jason smiled, his hands on either side of his balls.

  What the…?

  Matt cupped her weighty breasts, and grazed her sore nipples with his thumbs while sucking on her earlobe. “Tell your husband you love him,” he whispered.

  Rose stared into Jason’s eyes a few feet away from her own and said, “I love you Jason. With all my heart, I love you.”

  “I love you too Rose,” Jason replied, his hands moving closer to his balls to touch them with his fingertips.

  Matt chuckled. “Jason, you have a beautiful wife. You are so lucky to have her. And I’m going to show you your real wife; the one I see in front of me: the true Rose. And you are going to get so turned on by what I show you… that you will not resist showing her how much she excites you. And she will never hide herself from you again after this.”

  Matt removed his hand from her right breast, put his long index finger on her lips, and told Rose to suck his finger as if she was sucking Jason’s cock. Rose flicked her tongue around the tip of Matt’s finger, and started to slowly suck his finger into her mouth knuckle by knuckle.

  “Isn’t that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” he asked Jason.

  Jason nodded, and Rose watched him take his fingers and methodically run them up and down his cock.

  “Now Rose,” Matt said. “I want you to answer this truthfully. What is making you wet right now: watching your husband stroke himself, or my cock pressed up against you while I play with you?”

  Trick question.

  “My husband,” she quickly answered.

  The searing pain across the right side of her face came first, and the strong slap’s cracking sound followed after. A tear blazed a trail along her hot cheek. It wasn’t from the pain: it was an uncontro
llable response to seeing Jason grab his throbbing cock with his full hand and moan pleasurably a second after Matt’s open palm connected with her face.

  “Tell us the truth, or I’ll hurt you again,” Matt said. As if that slap wasn’t enough, he pinched her left nipple to demonstrate what he meant. “Keep looking at Jason.”

  I don’t like this game. Who am I fooling? This is insanely hot. Completely humiliating, but maybe that is what is making this so hot.

  “Your cock,” she said.

  He pinched her nipple again. “Whose cock?”

  “Matt’s cock.” Her eyes blurred from the tears she held back, and kept staring at Jason as she winced in pain. She waited for him to leap off the chair, punch Matt, and drag him out of the hotel room. Instead, he kept stroking himself slowly as if he was mesmerized by Matt’s actions.

  Matt turned her head away from Jason, told her to keep her eyes on Jason, and shoved his tongue into her mouth.

  “Now look at me, Rose.” She turned and searched his face. “I love you, Rose. I wanted you since the day I met you. I wanted to fuck you in your wedding gown the day you married Jason. You know this to be true, and when you cut me off from you years ago, that was the saddest day in my life. I never quite got over it until tonight.”

  “Now answer me truthfully,” Matt continued. “Do you love me as much as you love Jason?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Matt turned her head back towards Jason. “Tell him.”

  Rose bit her lip as she stared at her husband. “Jason, I love Matt as much as I love you. I’m so sorry.”

  Please forgive me, Jason. I needed his words, his voice. You don’t know what he did to me.

  The slap on her breast wasn’t as hard as the one delivered earlier to her face, but it stung so much that a fresh set of tears rolled down her face. Matt hissed in her ear not to ever apologize for the feelings she had for him to anyone: not Jason, not her parents, not her friends, not anyone.

  It dawned on her that this was one of Matt’s fantasies that they talked about towards the end of their emotional affair. His desire to humiliate her, to smack her for reasons she wouldn’t be able to figure out. Rose recalled fingering herself furiously in her car as she listened to him detail all the ways he wanted to hurt her, and how her moans into her mobile phone caused him to drop his phone when he came. Matt made her slap her thigh so he could hear what it sounded like. They never rehashed or repeated that particular conversation, and she remembered it was the first time Matt ever said he loved her. Rose couldn’t bring herself to vocalize her complicated feelings in return, and it was the last time Matt said it.

  “Jason, I’m going to punish her if you lie. Think of what I’m capable of before you answer. Are you jealous that your wife loves me, and does watching me play with her turn you on?”

  Jason cleared his throat. “I’m not jealous anymore. I knew about it for a long time, and yes, nothing turns me on more than watching you with her.”

  Rose’s mind went into a tailspin, and she braced herself for some sort of physical pain. He knows. He knew for a long time. He never confronted me.

  “Great answer, Jason. Have you ever seen a whore’s cunt up close?”

  Jason laughed. “You know I’ve never been with a prostitute.”

  Matt, please don’t do this to me. I can’t even cope with all of this finally out in the open. Please don’t.

  Rose’s silent pleadings did nothing to stop Matt from removing himself from under her arms, pushing her on her back, arranging her hands over her head again, and finally, spreading her legs as wide as they could. Rose could only see Jason if she lifted her head, and she was too scared to move.

  “Look at how well she hides it,” Matt said as he put his hands on her inner thighs, and massaged his way up to her pelvis. He pulled back both of her thick outer labia. “Isn’t she so lucky that she can hide her cunt like that even when she waxed all the hair off it? And she is all wet underneath it all. Look at how wet we made her.”

  Jason must have nodded or given some other silent approval because Matt brought one of his fingers to his mouth, licked it, and then started to run his fingers up and down her slit. This was such a welcome relief after all the physical and emotional pain he dealt her, but she remained cautious.

  “Did she ever tell you where her g-spot is? No? Let me show you. Actually, she’ll show you. I used to tell her on the phone to scream when she found it herself.”

  Two fingers spread her open. Two fingers entered her. He prodded and pressed inside using different angles. And then she let out a loud yelp as she coated his fingers with moisture.

  “There we go. Found it.” He proceeded to fuck her with his fingers, but never quite pulled them all the way out. Instead, he kept his long fingers bent at a knuckle, and hammered that spot over and over again until Rose started clutching at the coverlet below her bound hands. The wet slapping sound gave her away; she begged Jason with her eyes to forgive her for loving that Matt was in complete control of their bodies.

  “Look how she loves that, Jason. Should I make her come for you?”

  Finally, Jason spoke. “Do it.”

  “Hmm,” Matt mocked as he kept slamming his fingers. “I think we should make this whore watch you watch her come.” Just as she felt she was on the precipice of orgasm, his fingers disappeared and she saw him suck on them. He got off the bed, walked over to the dresser behind Jason, opened a drawer, and took out something small and pink out that quickly disappeared in his hand. Rose panted, and he came back to arrange her in the same “game play” position they were in earlier.

  “Spread those legs,” he ordered her. “Keep your eyes open no matter what, and only look at Jason.”

  Rose’s lips trembled a bit as she looked at her husband still loosely stroking his cock with an occasional tug at his balls. Wrapping his left arm around her breasts, Matt started playing with her right nipple; the same one Jason sucked on earlier and Matt slapped as well. She heard a click noise followed by a high-pitched buzzing sound.

  In all of her years married to Jason, they never purchased a vibrator or any kind of sex toy. That sound couldn’t be mistaken for anything else though, and she had a pretty good idea that was the object in Matt’s right hand.

  “Now you show him,” Matt whispered in her ear after brushing back her damp hair. “Show him how I make you come.”

  Her husband’s eyes moved down her body to where Matt’s hand was by her sopping wet nether region. A jolt went through her as Matt pressed his hand up lightly against her vulva. It felt like both her outer and inner lips were vibrating at a high speed, and it didn’t even directly touch her hardened clit yet.

  Rose pulled her wrists downwards so that they rested on the back of Matt’s neck, and she wanted to throw her head back on his shoulder. He laughed as he straightened her head so that it was aimed squarely back at Jason again, and he pressed the vibrator deeper to touch her clit. It felt like a hundred plastic needles were sticking her, and she couldn’t resist moaning.

  Jason picked his head up and told her to let go and to come for him. Her thighs started to shake as Matt urged her on as well. He started putting more pressure in a circular motion around her clit, and that is when her dam burst. Jason’s eyes went wide, and she saw he was still going slow on himself, but with a much firmer grip. She wanted to climb on his lap and ride on him, but she knew there was no way Matt would allow it, and Matt told Jason that he should wait and not to climax yet.

  All she saw when the orgasm took over was Jason’s slack jawed stare back at her.

  “Look at the mess our whore made,” Matt said. “What else do whores do, Jason?”

  “They get on their knees,” Jason replied.

  Whore. They called me a whore.

  Matt unwound himself from her body, and she sunk backwards on to the bed as she gasped from the waves subsiding.

  “That they do, Jason. They certainly do that.”

  CHAPTER SIX


  Forgiveness

  Rose barely summoned enough energy to turn herself over from her back to her stomach. Getting on her knees was the hardest part, and a huge sense of relief flowed through her when Matt pushed her back forward so the top half of her body could rest on the bed.

  “Let’s see how good of a job you did here,” she heard Matt say from behind her. Fingers spread entered the crack of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart.

  Oh no. Not again.

  “Look at it,” Matt said. “She is still tight; she should open up immediately, and her ass should want to swallow you. Instead, she is resisting and still needs a ton of lube.” One of the fingertips vacated a cheek, probed her anus and the inflamed skin around it stung.

  “No, Matt… please don’t!” she begged.

  The hard open-palmed smack on her ass made a sound that reverberated off the walls. The nerve endings in her right ass cheek seemed to pause from the shock, and then the true reality of pain hit her a second later. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the point where she thought her neck would break, and Matt’s hot breath was right next to her ear.

  “Don’t you ever tell me ‘no’ again,” he said in a menacing voice. “Do you fucking understand me?”

  Yes. And now I remember this particular conversation.

  The grip on her hair tightened and jerked a bit more. “Answer me!”

  “Yes!” she cried.

  He shoved her head down into the pillow, and the mattress springs squeaked as his weight from the bed disappeared. It frustrated her that she couldn’t see what was going on to confirm her suspicions, and all she could hear was her husband in the chair behind her sporadically groaning and the soft sounds of him slowly jerking himself off.