Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  By the time the front door opened and my two lovers appeared, I was so horny I could have made myself cum just by tapping my knees together. I had never been so hot in my life, just from anticipation. Just thinking about what the evening was going to bring was enough to have every nerve in my body standing on end.

  “It’s about time you boys got home,” I said, meeting them at the door with a glass of champagne in each hand and a devious smile on my face. I gave a glass of champagne to Holden, along with a soft kiss on the lips, then gave the other glass and a kiss to Wynn. I stepped back and smiled at the look on their faces as their eyes went up and down my body.

  “Wow, we should have left that boring old conference earlier,” Holden said, taking my hand and letting me lead him toward the bedroom.

  “Yes, we certainly should have,” Wynn echoed, following close behind, speaking with the glass at his lips.

  “Wow, this place looks amazing,” Holden said, glancing around at the candles and the bed, which was stripped of everything but the cover sheet and a few pillows. On the nightstand were several towels and an assortment of edible oils and lotions that I thought might come in handy.

  “Our own little love den,” Wynn said with a grin. He let his eyes drift over my body and gave me an approving grunt. “And you, my darling, you look delicious.”

  “Well then, I hope you’re both hungry,” I said, opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor. I stood before both of them naked as the day I was born, with erect nipples and a pussy so wet I thought I might have to get a mop when all was said and done. I put my hands on my hips and gave them a nod.

  “Well, what are you waiting on, boys?” I asked dramatically. “Get your clothes off and your cocks hard.”

  Holden chuckled as he got undressed. “Did you get that from a porn movie?”

  “Maybe,” I said, sipping champagne as I watched them lose their clothes. “I think it was called Beauty and the Beasts.”

  Wynn laughed along as he tugged his shirt over his shoulders and took off his pants. “I think I saw that one.”

  Holden got naked first, so he moved in toward me, putting his arm around my waist and letting his hand slid down to my ass cheeks. He dug his fingers in and gave me a strong squeeze, pulling me on to my tip toes so my lips could reach his. My hand went immediately to his cock. As our tongues swirled around, it started getting rock hard in my hand.

  Wynn moved into my left side, putting one hand on my other ass cheek and one hand on my tits. My nipples were so hard they throbbed. My breasts ached to be touched. Wynn rolled my long nipple between his finger and gave it a squeeze. I moaned in lovely pain.

  My left hand found Wynn’s cock, already hard and full, ready to go. With Holden’s ten-inch cock in my right hand and Wynn’s twelve-inch cock in the left, I started moving my hands in unison, milking them both as Holden’s mouth covered mine and Wynn’s hands explored my tits.

  “Fuck… this is… so… surreal…” I said, opening my eyes to look down at my hands wrapped tightly around their cocks. I giggled as the tips of their cocks touched. Holden and Wynn just smiled. Obviously, they were not hung up on having their swords cross, so to speak. They were just hung.

  Wynn’s hand slid from my tit to my pussy. My clit was hard and sensitive. He slid his fingers over my clit, making me jump as the breath caught in my throat. He rolled my clit from side to side beneath his fingers, shooting little sparks of electricity through my body. I somehow managed to get on my toes and spread my thighs to give him easy access to my pussy.

  Holden went for the back side of me. His hand squeezed my ass, then he let his middle finger slide down between my cheeks and underneath my cunt. I felt his fingers sliding around between my pussy lips, getting oily, teasing my hole.

  “How does that feel?” Holden sighed in my ear as he slid the wet finger up to my asshole and started teasing me with the tip of his finger.

  “That… feels… just… fine…” I said, my mouth on his, my tongue probing. “That… feels… ohhh… just… fine…”

  As Holden’s finger slid into my asshole up to the first knuckle, Wynn continued rolling my clit with his thumb as his fingers slid between my pussy lips. I showered his hand with hot juices as he fingered my hole, teasing it, circling it, sticking his finger in just a bit then pulling it out again.

  “God… Wynn… that’s… oh….” I sighed, turning my face toward his. He pressed his lips to mine and slithered his tongue into my mouth. As he did, he slid his finger into my pussy a little more, then a little more, then a little more, until finally, his knuckle pressed against my clit, nearly making me cum on his hand.

  My hands on their cocks started to speed up as Wynn’s finger in my pussy and Holden’s finger in my ass rocked me harder and harder, pushing me to climax.

  “Fuck… guys… I’m… I’m… cumming… oh god… yes… keep it… yes… yessss… yessss.” I squeezed their cocks so hard it had to hurt, but I could not help it. They were fingering me past the point of self-control. As Wynn started plunging my pussy with his finger and Holden slid his finger deeper inside my ass, the orgasm struck like a tornado, pushing me to my tiptoes again as my hands milked and milked their cocks. My cunt and ass muscles tightening until the boys couldn’t even slide their fingers in and out. I threw back my head and wailed like a wild animal caught in a trap.

  “Fuck… okay… fuck… slow… shit… slow… the fuck… down… jeez… fuck…” I was stuttering like the village idiot. I wiggled my ass away from their fingers without letting go of their cocks.

  “I think she likes it,” Holden said, smiling at Wynn.

  “I think she does, too,” Wynn said, licking my juices from his fingers. “Mmmm… is that… strawberry? I love strawberry…”

  “Let’s see how you like this,” I said, dropping to my knees, still holding onto their cocks. I pulled them both toward my mouth until I had both cocks right in front of my face. I stroked my hand back and forth and grinned as the heads grew crimson and wet. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it between them, first around Wynn, then around Holden, then back to Wynn. I heard them gasp with pleasure. I glanced up at them with a cock at each corner of my mouth.

  “I’ve waited all fucking day for this,” I said, my hands sliding over the wet shafts. I turned toward Holden and took his cock head in my mouth, then turned to suck on Wynn’s. The room filled with the smell of strawberries and lavender as my pussy started to gush down my thighs. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took both their cock heads into my mouth at once. I sucked on them like giant jawbreakers, then pulled them free and slathered my tongue around the heads. I could taste their salty precum in my mouth. My hands tightened around the shafts, pumping as my mouth and tongue drove them closer to orgasm.

  “Fuck, let us play,” Wynn said breathlessly, his knees teetering a bit.

  “Yes,” Holden said, gasping. “Don’t make us cum so soon.”

  “If that’s what you want,” I said, holding out my hands so they could help me up. I squeezed my tits and gave them a dreamy look. “You’re the experts. Tell me what to do.”

  “Suck me off while Holden fucks you from behind,” Wynn said, taking command. He looked at Holden and grinned. “Then we switch.”

  “Works for me,” Holden said, taking my hand to lead me over to the bed. Wynn got onto the bed on his back with his massive foot-long cock extended like a thick flag pole. He stroked himself while I got into place.

  “You get on your knees and suck Wynn’s cock,” Holden said. “I’ll stand her at the foot of the bed behind you to bang your sweet pussy.”

  “Bang away,” I said with a grin. I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, stopping when my mouth was hovering over Wynn’s cock. Holden put his hands on my ass and stepped closer. I felt the head of his cock swirl around my drenched pussy hole, getting lubed up so he didn’t hurt me.

  I glanced up at Wynn. He had his hands behind his head and a smile on his face. I wrapped my fingers aroun
d his massive manhood and started to pump him slowly with my lips on the head.

  “Oh… yes… that’s… yes…” Wynn sighed, closing his eyes and breathing with his mouth hanging open. “Suck my cock… baby… yes… take me… oh… inside your hot mouth… yes… oh… yes…”

  I took Wynn’s cock deep into my throat and out again. I suctioned my lips to the shaft and pulled back slowly, feeling the skin roll on the hard muscle between my lips. Just having the taste of Wynn on my tongue made me cum again. The orgasm shuddered through my body, but I did not slow down.

  “I can feel you cumming already,” Holden said as he slowly pushed forward. My pussy spread to let his bulbous head slide inside me. I moaned as the breath was pushed from my lungs. With Wynn’s cock fully in my mouth, Holden’s cock filled my twat. I paused for a moment, feeling them both inside me. I swear, I could feel all of our hearts beating as one.

  “Oh… fuck… so… fucking… tight…” Holden said as his fingers dug into my hips and he slid his cock in and out, in and out, in and out. With each thrust I slid my mouth over Wynn’s cock. We moved in unison, as one, all headed toward climax.

  “Oh… shit…” Wynn moaned as my lips rolled over his veiny shaft. I started tweaking his balls with my fingers as my other hand pumped the base of the shaft, pulling him toward my lips. “You’re gonna… make… me… cum… fuck… fuck…”

  I hummed with his cock in my mouth. My fingers slid under his balls, down his taint, to his asshole. I wiggled the tip of my finger around his anus. His cock seemed to grow even larger in my mouth. He moaned and arched his hips off the bed.

  I felt my body getting hotter by the second. Holden was hammering into my pussy now with his thick cock, jarring my body, rocking me back and forth, forcing me to hold on to Wynn’s cock, being careful not to use my teeth.

  “God… damn… I’m… fuck… getting close…” Holden grunted. “You… guys… almost… fuck… there…”

  “I can pop… anytime…” Wynn said, eyes closes, teeth gritted. “Just… fucking… say… when…”

  “Jude…” Holden said. “Are you… oh… ready…”

  “Mmmm hmmm…” My mouth was too full to speak, but I was ready to cum. The heat, like a wildfire sparking in my cunt and spreading throughout my body, was making me sweat. It felt like I was in a sauna. The air in the room was so thick, so electric, it was hard to catch my breath.

  “All right… yes… oh… fuck… now…” Holden said, fingers digging in, hips thrusting faster and faster, pounding into me from behind. “Oh… fuck… now… yessss… yessss… I’m…. fuck…”

  “Uh… uh… uh…” Wynn was grunting like a wild animal as he put his hands on the sides of my head and bobbed my head up and down on his cock, mouth fucking me. I could feel his cock twitching, his body jerking. He suddenly exploded in my mouth, shooting his hot, milky goo across my tongue and down my throat.

  I came with such force that I thought my body was going to shake, rattle, and roll right off the bed. Holden was behind me, pummeling his thick cock into my gushing pussy, rocking me back and forth. Wynn was in front of my, holding my head, thrusting me up and down, hitting the back of my throat, spraying like a hot geyser. I wished that I had a video of that moment. It would have been a sight to see.

  Our mutual orgasms seemed to last for hours, though it was over in less than a minute. We froze there, like a statue, holding onto each other, sweating, panting, smiling. I looked up at Wynn after he released his grip on my head. He was smiling, licking his lips, panting like a tired pup. I looked back over my shoulder at Holden. He was smiling, as well, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

  Holden gave me a concerned look and arched is brow. “Are you okay?”

  I blew out the words and gave him a dreamy smile. “I am more than okay. You?”

  He nodded without answering.

  I turned back to Wynn. “And you, sir? Are you okay?”

  “I’m more than okay, as well,” he said, letting his head fall back on the pillow as his long cock withered in my hand.

  I pushed myself up to my knees and smiled at them both. “I just have one question,” I said.

  Holden sat on the bed and leaned forward to brush the hair from my sweaty forehead. “And what question is that?”

  I smiled sheepishly and put my hands on their cocks. With a glimmer in my eye, I asked, “Can we do that again?”

  EPILOG: Jude

  That first night together with Wynn and Holden will forever be branded in my memory as one of the greatest nights of my life. Not just because the three of us had sex for hours and hours, in every possible way, but because it enlightened me as to their way of thinking.

  Even though I had always been promiscuous to the point of sluttiness, I had always connected sex with affection. And as such, I had always seen sex as a one-on-one act between two people. To me, sex and affection went hand in hand. I gave men sex because I longed for affection. And they gave me affection because they wanted sex.

  Wynn and Holden showed me that great sex didn’t have to come with strings. Yes, sex with affection—sex with those who you care for— is better emotionally because it stimulates not just your libido, but your heart. But that didn’t mean sex required monogamy or commitment. To the contrary, sex was a physical act that served to satisfy one’s most basic need. Society had tied strings to the concept of sex and piled on baggage filled with judgment and rules. Wynn and Holden taught me that I could break free of those rules. It didn’t matter what society thought about me. It didn’t matter what rules society had established for me. All that mattered was that I was happy, healthy, and satisfied. And boy, was I ever!

  Someday, sex and affection would come together for me. I had no doubt in my mind that someday I would find the perfect man and commit myself fully to him: heart, body, mind, and soul. Until then, this girl was out to have a little bit of fun. In fact, I had a new motto: variety is the spice of life.

  Sunday morning, we all slept in late, me and Holden in our bed, Wynn in the guest room. We then got up one by one and made our way to the kitchen for coffee and bagels. We sat around the table giggling and snickering like kids on a camp out, only this boy’s club allowed girls, or at least one very special girl. Me!

  After breakfast, we were lounging on the sofa letting our bodies recover and our brains rest. Wynn was on one end of the couch with his long legs stretched out and his feet on the coffee table, reading the morning paper. Holden was on the other end of the couch in a similar position watching football on TV. I was lying between then with my head in Holden’s lap and my feet in Wynn’s, wearing the short robe and nothing else. Every now and then I’d grind my heel into Wynn’s cock to tease him. Finally, he put the paper aside and gave me a sideways smile.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asked, sliding his hand up my leg to tease my bare pussy, which was tired but ready for more. He rolled his thumb over my clit and slid his fingers between my moist lips. “Parts of you certainly are.”

  “They certainly are,” I said, my heel grinding. I felt his cock getting chubbed inside his boxers. I looked up at Holden. “How about you, Professor Moss? Ready for round three?”

  “Actually, it would be more like round ten,” Holden said, reaching inside my robe to cup my breast. My nipple popped against his fingers.

  “Well then, why don’t we—” Before I could finish my sentence, the doorbell rang. I noticed Wynn and Holden glance at each other, little sly smiles on their handsome faces, like two little boys sharing a funny secret.

  Holden let go of my breast and said, “Jude, do you mind getting the door.”

  “You want me to answer the door?” I asked, frowning.

  “Well, we’re both are a little…” Holden gestured toward his crotch, then to Wynn’s. Their erections were poking through their boxer shorts like turtles sticking their heads out of their shells.

  “Fine,” I said, huffing as if I’d been asked to push a boulder up a hill. I ro
lled off the couch and cinched the robe around my waist as I padded barefoot to the door. When I opened the door, there stood a mountain of a man so good looking that he made my jaw drop. He looked like a football player, tall, broad shouldered, muscles on top of muscles beneath the tight shirt he wore. His dark hair was cut short. His eyes were the color of blue ice. He had a Kennedy jawline and a Clooney smile. He stuck out his hand and gave me a look that made my knees wobble.

  “Hey, I’m Lane Curtis,” he said, his hand the size of a catcher’s mitt compared to mine. The moment his fingers closed around my hand I felt a little chill run up my arm that made my nipples hard. “And you, you must be Jude.”

  PART 3

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