by Allie Ritch
Chad dipped his head to kiss the sensitive spot behind my ear. The caress was so gentle it sent a sensual shiver down my back—an effect he chased with the stroke of his hand. I reveled in his raw, honest passion and the urgency I felt growing with every touch. The pressure of my bra released as he popped the clasp with one hand. Then his mouth was on me, sucking my nipple with such expertise he sapped all the strength right out of my body.
My legs wobbled, and only his arm around my waist saved me. This was no carefully planned seduction or sophisticated foreplay. He used his mouth and hands in a savage assault on my senses, worshipping and claiming me so thoroughly I had no choice but to submit.
I cried out when he lavished the same devotion to my other breast. Chad backed me toward the island counter and propped me against it so he could undo my fly. Even with the support, I almost collapsed when he broke his mouth’s suction on my breast and yanked my pants to the floor.
He clasped my hips and hoisted me up to sit at the edge of the counter. I spread my thighs for balance, which offered him the perfect welcome. He penetrated my pussy with two fingers and rubbed his thumb over my clit. Without prelude, he began working his fingers in and out of me.
His unexpected impatience worked like an aphrodisiac. I was already dripping wet, giving his fingertips the perfect glide over my most intimate tissue. More than anything, I needed him to fill me, to connect his body and his life with mine in a reaffirmation of our bond.
Gone was my poised, controlled lover. Chad’s free hand shook as he tore open his fly to free his erection. He didn’t even bother removing his pants; he let them drop to bunch around his ankles.
“J’ai besoin de toi. I need you.” He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, driving as deeply as he could go in a single thrust.
I arched my back and keened, and he took advantage by capturing my left nipple between his teeth. There was no steady buildup. The moment he sheathed the full length of his cock, he set to pounding that masterful organ between my thighs. Pleasure spiraled through me with each jarring lunge, and his natural masculine scent intensified as sweat gathered on his brow.
The most verbal of my husbands, Chad didn’t pleasure me with touch alone. While his hips churned, he continued to deliver declarations of love in French and Italian that sounded even more erotic now that he was grunting.
“Non posso vivere senza te. I can’t live without you. I need to be here. Right here.” He pumped his shaft into me with an extra bombardment of thrusts. “Tu es l’amour de ma vie. You’re the love of my life. My happiness, my heart.”
Just as he was mine. He and Chuck and Charles.
The heels of my feet banged against the cabinet doors in time to our rhythm. If my orgasm were a bomb, you would have seen the final countdown ticking down where we joined. His words, his tight grip on my hips, the friction of his shuttling cock—all combined to rush me toward critical mass. I could tell by the sharp digs of his hips and the strain of his muscles that he was just as close.
“Yes. Bien. That’s so good.” His words were clipped, his sentences shorter. “Come for me.”
My sex obeyed the command as if it had been waiting for the order. I clutched his shoulders so hard my fingernails left half-moon imprints in his skin, and I’m not sure how to describe the squeal I made. It wasn’t quite a full-throated scream, but it was damn close. The walls of my vagina shuddered and clutched, quaking with a series of spasms that milked his cock.
Ecstasy and torture became inseparable. Chad continued to force his hard cock in and out, right through the center of my orgasm. The added stimulation was too much, especially when my delirious pussy just wanted to hold him deep. His continued movement stretched out my climax to an impossible length.
A dozen thrusts later, he finally shoved up hard and tensed. My sheath locked around his length now that it had something to hold on to, and I could feel the hot splash of his cum against my womb. He ejaculated in short bursts that seemed timed to the pounding of our hearts. His low moan made it sound like he was dying.
Although I remained seated at the edge of the counter, I swore I lost consciousness for a moment. The next time my brain came online, I registered that my skin had cooled, and Chad’s dick was softening inside me. He had his hands braced against the counter to either side of me and his head buried against my shoulder.
“That was—” An adequate description escaped me.
He finally lifted his head, though he didn’t withdraw or step back. “You’re amazing.”
Leaning in, he gave me a brief, soft kiss like a sweet mint after a big, satisfying meal.
“We’re pretty amazing together,” I told him. “All of us.”
His gaze remained tender.
The sound of a cleared throat from the doorway drew our attention. Chad and I both turned our heads at once. I expected to see Chuck standing there, looking awkward as he stared at the ceiling or at his shoes. He was the most modest of my husbands, and the few times he’d walked in on me having sex with Charles or Chad, he hadn’t seemed to know how to react. This time, though, he looked right at us with a small smile. He was clearly glad Chad and I had made up.
“So.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “What’s for dinner?”
I blinked for a second. Then I felt a tremor in my tummy that bubbled up into a surprised laugh. Leave it to Chuck to ask a question like that at a time like this.
“You couldn’t have waited another minute?” Obviously thinking the same thing, Chad was the first to respond.
Chuck shrugged. “I’m hungry.”
I continued to laugh as I pushed Chad back a step and jumped down. “Poor baby.” I began putting on my clothes. “I’m afraid it’s leftovers tonight, so we can all fix our own. I’ll cook something fresh tomorrow night for when my parents get here.”
“Your parents?”
By Chad’s expression, I realized Charles hadn’t shared the news with him, either.
“That’s right.” I waited until he pulled his pants on before I told him all about my conversation with my mother and how she’d reacted.
Unlike the other two, Chad responded with open joy. “This is wonderful!” He scooped me up and spun me around. “Oh, love, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me. And don’t worry. We’ll win over your parents. Why don’t you let me cook dinner tomorrow? Do they like Italian food? I can make manicotti with a spinach and ricotta filling. Salad and garlic bread on the side. Maybe a rosemary and lemon cake for dessert. What do you think?”
“I think I’m salivating already.” I knew from experience Chad was a wonderful cook. “Just write down the ingredients you’ll need, and I’ll go to the grocery store tomorrow.”
“I can do that if you want,” Chuck offered.
Although he was trying to be sweet, the idea made me wince. The last time we’d sent Chuck on a grocery run, he’d returned with soda, potato chips, the wrong type of milk, and a bunch of items that were just a little off from what we’d written down, like salsa instead of sauce.
“That’s all right, honey,” I told him. “I appreciate it, but I’ll have plenty of time. If you could clean the house and get one of the guest rooms ready, that would be great.”
“Will do.”
Chad was still beaming with delight. “I’ll pick up some bottles of wine on my lunch break tomorrow. Do your parents like red or white? Do they have a favorite?”
“My mom will like any wine you pick. My dad usually drinks beer.”
“A man after my own heart,” Chuck announced. “I’ll take care of the beer. Say, does your dad like sports?”
“Some. He’ll watch any game you want to put on, although he doesn’t follow football or baseball. When they started trading so many of his favorite players, he said he didn’t know whom to root for anymore. His favorite sports are golf and hockey.”
Chad looked pensive. “What about the arts? Do your parents enjoy painting or music or travel?”
“Coming
here to visit is their idea of travel. My mom likes to listen to the radio, and my father plays the piano if you catch him in the right mood.” I realized why he’d asked and squeezed his hand. “Just be yourself and wow them with your cooking. After that, if they don’t love you, then that’s their problem, not yours. I don’t want you to be crushed if my parents can’t handle the four of us. You already have a family standing right here with you.”
The vulnerability I saw in his eyes made me worry even more about my parents’ reaction. Would they reject him? He wanted them as family so badly I hoped he wasn’t setting himself up for devastation.
Chuck backed me up by giving Chad a brotherly slap on the shoulder. “She’s right. We’ll meet the in-laws, entertain them for the weekend, and then get back to normal life.” He added a smile. “And speaking as a member of your family, I’m starving. Can we please eat now?”
Men.
Chapter Seven
After dinner, Chuck, Chad, and I ate popcorn and watched a movie together before we went to bed. When the alarm woke me the next morning, my first thought was that I was thankful it was Friday. I was ready for the weekend so I could sleep in. Then I remembered what was happening today, and I had to fight not to cringe. The countdown to my parents’ arrival had begun.
Sandwiched between Chuck and Chad, I rolled over and groaned into my pillow. I heard an answering chuckle from somewhere near the edge of the mattress and glanced over to see Charles propped on his elbow. There was no telling when he’d gotten home and slipped into bed last night, but he was smiling at me over Chad’s shoulder now.
“Don’t want to get up?” He kept his voice low and teasing.
I made a grumpy sound. “Isn’t it Saturday yet?”
“Hush. Don’t wish the day away. There’s too much to do and too little time as it is.”
“Don’t use logic on me. It’s too early.” Pushing up, I swept my mussed hair back from my face while Chad roused beside me.
Chad’s sleepy grin made my heart turn over. You would have thought I was the dawning sun the way he looked at me with such soft, green eyes.
“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”
I smiled at his gentle greeting and leaned down for a kiss. “Yes, and good morning to you too.”
Chad sat up and distracted me with the bunching muscles of his abs. Without conscious thought, I licked my lips. What I really wanted was to trace every chiseled inch of his washboard stomach with my mouth and tongue. There was also no ignoring the morning erection that tented the sheet not only over Chad’s lap, but over Charles’s, as well.
I’d been married long enough to expect this daily salute. My third husband probably had a hard-on too, except he was still unconscious and lying on his side. Chuck grunted when I clambered over him to get out of bed, but he didn’t fully wake. Though I was tempted to stay in bed and take advantage of their aroused state, I forced myself to follow my routine.
I got the shower running and stepped under the spray, not surprised when Charles hopped in to join me. What shocked me was the stall door sliding open to admit Chad a minute later. Both men stared at me like they’d eat me up.
Chad spoke first. “I was hoping for a little extra time with Fila this morning,” he told Charles.
“Great minds think alike.” Instead of annoyance, there was amusement and the husky undertone of arousal in Charles’s voice. “Nothing says we can’t both enjoy her and double her pleasure.”
My husbands had taken turns making love to me before, so this proposition wasn’t totally unexpected. One look at Charles’s face, though, and I knew he wasn’t suggesting they form a queue. He was talking two identical bodies at once: four hands, two cocks, and more testosterone than I was sure I could handle. Uncertainty and lust bombarded me as my gaze bounced back and forth between the two of them.
Chad traced the water droplets on my cheek. “I can see all the thoughts and emotions flitting across your face.”
“She’s an easy read.” Charles watched me too. “You want it, Fila. You’re just not sure you’re ready. I told you you’d be shocked if you knew some of the things I’d like to do to you. Now you know one of my secrets.”
Without looking away from me, he ran his hand from my collarbone to my nipple. My indrawn breath pushed my breast toward him.
“You mean you two…you really mean to…you want to share me?” I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence.
Charles had the nerve to laugh at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
Chad was the one who looked a little worried. “You’re our wife, Fila. We already share you in every other way. Why not like this?”
I shook my head in bewilderment, barely aware of the warm water still cascading down my back.
“You married three men with very powerful sex drives,” Charles explained. “We already make a lot of demands on you, so consider this multitasking, if you like. Two men can do more than one.”
“And Chuck?” I couldn’t believe my straitlaced, handyman husband would be so quick to agree to a ménage.
It was Chad who answered. “He’s not as interested. I’m far more flexible.”
“And you know I have few inhibitions,” Charles said. “I like giving orders, and I like to push you past your boundaries, Fila.”
“Will you let us pleasure you?” Chad appeared to brace himself, and I could tell my answer was important to him.
The truth was I didn’t know what I was feeling. Maybe I was naive, but it had never occurred to me they’d want to do this.
Chad must have taken my silence for rejection because a flash of pain crossed his face before he drew away. He might have left us if Charles hadn’t grabbed his wrist. Before I could blink, Charles shoved Chad’s hand between my legs.
“Does that feel like a no to you, Chad?” Charles’s voice had lowered an octave, rubbing over my skin like satin gloves. “She’s wet, isn’t she? We’ve shocked our Fila, but we haven’t turned her off. That pretty pussy of hers is blooming for us.”
Fire burned through my cheeks even as my nipples pinched into tightly furled buds. He was right. My mind wasn’t made up, but my body had no such scruples. I wasn’t just wet; I was drenched. The pulsing water from the showerhead wasn’t enough to wash away my cream.
Chad slid his fingers into my vagina with excruciating slowness. Then he lifted his gaze, penetrated me even more deeply with his stare, and shot me a wicked grin that made my channel clench around his fingers. His pupils dilated.
“You see?” Charles sounded as calm and in control as always. “We don’t have much time, but why don’t we give her a taste of forbidden fruit? Come here and masturbate us, Fila.”
They waited side by side facing me, their eager cocks standing tall with droplets of water tracing the dark veins of their shafts. I took Charles’s dick in my left hand and Chad’s in my right. Both were hard and thick, with the same soft skin over the steel core. My bossy husband didn’t make a sound, but Chad groaned after the first stroke.
“That’s right.” Charles slid his hands up my torso to clasp my breasts. “Pump us like that. Our cocks are identical, made especially for you. For your hands and mouth. For your tight, hot pussy.”
“Genetics ‘prick’d’ us out for your womanly pleasure,” Chad added. Only he could paraphrase one of Shakespeare’s sonnets at a time like this. He watched me as I continued to fist their cocks.
Charles chuckled, low and strained.
My brain had turned to mush, my focus torn between the feel of Charles plucking my nipples and the glide of their dusky cocks in my hands. Charles had called this forbidden, and that was what it felt like—a naughty fantasy I would never have dared voice.
“Stop.” Charles snapped the order with cool authority and shoved my hand away.
My other husband freed himself by taking a step back.
Charles moved to sit on the small bench in the corner of the shower stall. “Down on your hands and knees, my wif
e. I want you to suck my cock clean.”
“You expect me to crawl to you?” I offered him a bold stare in return, aware I was challenging him.
The green of his eyes deepened until his irises seemed to glow. “I want you to come here and worship the most virile part of your husband.”
Part of me rebelled while another part yearned to do just that. I took my time lowering to my knees. When I tipped forward onto all fours, I had to brace my legs shoulder width apart to keep from sliding too much on the slippery tile. I held on to his feet and looked up at him through wet lashes.
He could be as bossy as he wanted to be. In this moment, I knew who held the real power. I could see the desperate hunger in his eyes.
Taking my time, I licked tiny circles around the tip of his cock and lollipopped it before I took the shaft into my mouth. The salty tang of his precum hit my tongue before the crown slid to the back of my throat. I would have liked to have played with him more, but time was of the essence. Water sprinkled off my hair as I began bobbing my head.
I was so absorbed in what I was doing, I forgot about Chad until Charles spoke to him.
“You haven’t had a chance to get under the water yet,” Charles told him. “Get behind her. Slip your cock into her and give her a good pounding.”
The sound of the falling water was disrupted as Chad shifted position somewhere at my back. His gentle hands caressed my hips and buttocks. Although the sensation made me pause, I would have resumed my blowjob if Charles hadn’t chosen that moment to fist my hair and pull me up so that my lips barely kissed his glans. He held me there until Chad wedged his hard prick between my folds. Charles shoved my head down again in the exact instant Chad drove home between my legs.
I cried out and nearly choked.
“What’s that, wife? I didn’t quite hear you.” Charles used his grip on my hair to hold me steady so he could pump his dick in and out of my mouth at his own pace. “Come on, Chad. We’re breaking all the rules today. Don’t play nice. Take her as hard as you’ve always dreamed. Make her scream for us.”
