“You’ve nothing to be worried about. You’ve been taking good care of me.” They had reached home, and Pamela looked up at the steps and the pretty porch that curved around to her right. She’d noticed earlier that a ceiling fan had been installed on the ceiling of that porch, and she thought that might be a fine place to sit on an evening. Their yard—what she’d seen of it—was a very good size for being in a town. As a bonus, because they were at the end of a cul-de-sac, there were no houses behind them.
“We want to do more than take good care of you. We want to make love to you.” Adam raised her hand to his lips. “Will you come upstairs with us? Will you let us have you?”
“I’m not a virgin.” She said that in a rush. It had been something that had been on her mind off and on since she looked down as Adam had slipped his ring on her finger. “I had a relationship in college…well, let’s just say it wasn’t a great experience, and I do wish now that I’d waited but…”
“Shh.” James lifted her right hand and kissed it, as his brother had done to her left. “We’re not virgins, either, sweets.” His grin was as cute as it was swift. “What happened before we met belongs in the past. We promise we won’t disappoint you.”
“Maybe that’s what I should promise you, all things considered.” That had certainly been the opinion of Lionel Locke, and one that she’d taken to heart.
“You can’t disappoint us,” Adam said. “So put that out of your head right now. I’m going to ask you again so you know the past is past. Will you come upstairs and lie with us? Let us have you?”
“Only if you’ll let me have the two of you in return.” While her entire experience with Lionel had been a disappointment, and not just when it came to the sex, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to give as well as take. She wanted passion and excitement and discovery. She wanted everything she’d ever heard about or read about. Before, she hadn’t believed a half of that. Now she had hope that so, so much more was truly possible.
“Now that’s a plan I can get behind,” Adam said. He eased her into his arms, and it was oh, so natural for her to wind her arms around his neck. He cupped her head and lowered his mouth to hers.
He’d kissed her a couple of times, but this was unlike any kiss, ever. This kiss was warm and wet, wild and wondrous, and she drank him in as she felt herself slide down into a glen of erotic sensations.
She felt the solid presence of James standing close, his front snug against her back. Then she recognized the imprint of their cocks bracketing her. A wave of arousal washed through her, and she shivered. For the first time in her life, she hungered, sexually. She hungered for these men. Her husbands.
Adam lifted his lips, and Pamela blinked her eyes open. Ready to beg, she was distracted by the gentle way James turned her head. When he lowered his lips, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and melted.
All she’d discovered just moments before kissing Adam, she relearned as James’s lips and tongue explored hers, as he feasted on her. Too soon, he eased his lips from hers.
“Let’s go inside, baby.” Adam cupped her face, gave her a very soft kiss, and then took her hand. She was ready to follow wherever these two men took her.
Adam led her straight to the master suite. He stopped when they reached the bed. Pamela wondered, as he drew her near, if the shaking was hers, or his.
“Do you know how long we’ve wanted you?” He pressed a sweet kiss on one corner of her mouth. “Do you know how often I’ve dreamt of this moment?” He kissed the other corner of her mouth.
“I’ve wanted you both, as well.” She lifted her left hand to caress his cheek and then held her other hand out to James. He accepted her offer and then placed a kiss on her palm. “You need to know my only other experience wasn’t all that great. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. But after those two very hot kisses, I’m hoping that there might not be anything wrong with me. Maybe I just wasn’t with the right lover.” She looked at James. “Or lovers. But…I don’t know how to do this.”
She hoped they understood her. She wouldn’t have thought she’d feel shy in this moment. She was a woman of the seventies. She believed women had the right to own their sexuality. In theory. She was finding the reality of that tenet confusing and a little awkward at the moment.
“We know what to do. All you have to do is feel,” James said. He kissed her then held her gaze. “We have traditions, love, traditions I’ve always embraced. Just as Adam is your legal husband, he’ll be the first of us to make love to you.” He flashed her his sexy, quick grin. “And I’ll be right here, watching you find your pleasure and then pleasuring you in turn.”
He looked at his brother and raised one eyebrow and then took a tiny step back.
Adam sighed. “James is right. All you have to do is feel.”
Adam kissed her, his tongue bold in its mastery of her own. She was back to melting, and she understood, in the next heartbeat, that was exactly where she needed to be.
Chapter Seven
Pamela drank Adam Jessop down, immersing herself in the beauty of the sensations and emotions swirling through her. His hands swept and caressed and then gently cupped her face.
“I need to see you.” He looked over her shoulder, and she felt James step closer, felt his hands caress her back. Then, as Adam began to unbutton her blouse, James opened her skirt, button and zipper, and then slid the garment down her legs.
Pam shivered as Adam swept the blouse off her body. She stood in bra and panties and her best garters and silk stockings.
Adam let his gaze roam her, his expression worshipful and hungry. She felt beautiful, even as the heat of his gaze made her shiver. They weren’t even touching her, either of these men, and yet they excited her!
Adam held out his hands, which she immediately grasped. James, still hunkered down behind her, reached forward and removed first one and then the other of her pumps. His hands stroked up each leg in turn as he unfastened her hosiery and slipped them down and off, too.
His lips kissed her bottom over the silk panties she wore. The sound of his deep inhalation confused her at first.
“I can smell how horny you are, love,” James said. “Are you wet for us?”
Her face colored as she contemplated how best to answer the most intimate question she’d ever been asked. Adam took care of her there, too. He reached forward and brushed the fingers of one hand against the juncture of her thighs.
“Very wet,” he said. He reached forward and behind her, unfastening her bra at the same time his brother eased her panties and garter down.
And then she stood before them, totally naked—and feeling completely vulnerable.
“You take my breath away, baby. You’re even more beautiful, and sexier, than I imagined.”
“Gorgeous.” James kissed his way up her back, bussed her shoulder, and then moved to stand beside Adam.
Adam reached over and pulled the comforter and top sheet down with one strong tug, revealing a pristine white bottom sheet. The scent of fresh laundry that had been dried in the sun rose up from the bed.
“In the middle, please, baby.”
“Aren’t you going to undress, too?”
“As soon as you’re on the bed. I’m not sure how much self-control I have, and I’m pretty sure James feels the same way. Just looking at you has us both really triggered.”
Her gaze shot down to the front of their pants. Both men’s cocks were erect, creating impressive bumps in their slacks. She crawled onto the bed then turned to watch them.
Then they began to shed their clothes very quickly—and they weren’t too particular, either of them, where or how those items landed, either. The speed with which they bared themselves aroused her. This visceral sign that they truly wanted her boosted her feminine self-esteem.
She licked her lips as she saw their chests, corded with muscle, sprinkled with just a bit of hair. These were the chests of men who were active in life. She’d bet they were as good at physical labor
as they were the more cerebral. She knew they liked to hike and work out, for she’d joined them on the former and had listened as they’d told her about the latter.
And then in unison they dropped their pants, giving her a first look at their cocks. Her eyes widened. They were huge! Both men were definitely far more well-endowed than that long-ago college boy, Lionel, had been. Oh my goodness, will they even fit inside me?
“They’ll fit,” Adam said. His grin let her know he could read her thoughts and appreciated her ogling of him.
“My body doesn’t seem to care, because I am practically vibrating with need. But right this moment, I’m also feeling…” She wasn’t certain she could put this new sensation into words.
“Vulnerable.” Adam’s grin softened. Then he came to her, crawling across the large bed toward her.
She laid herself flat, but he didn’t cover her, as she’d expected. Instead, he worked his way down and knelt by her feet. “I need to pleasure you, baby.” He used his hands to part her legs.
Pamela had never felt so exposed. Only the look of lust in Adam’s eyes, and the way his gaze seemed to caress her with longing, held her in place for this very intimate inspection. The bed dipped, and James came to her, stretching out on her left. She met his gaze, and the longing and lust she read there matched his brother’s. Having him so close while Adam drank her in with his eyes somehow eased her nerves.
Then Adam crawled up and stretched out with his face inches from her pussy.
He inhaled deeply then met her gaze. “Some women are offended by the word ‘cunt.’ It’s an earthy word, slang, yes, but men have always used slang when their cocks take over their thinking. Are you offended by the word ‘cunt,’ baby?”
She’d heard the word, of course. She honestly didn’t know if it offended her, or not. “I really don’t know if I’m offended. I do know it’s a dirty word.”
“Yes. A dirty word, and what I’m about to do to you could be considered by some to be a dirty act.” His glittering gaze met hers. “Dirty, wife, is also delicious and exciting, because I’m going to eat your cunt and send you flying.”
She felt her eyes widen, but anything she might have said strangled in her throat as Adam placed his mouth on her…cunt. Lips and tongue slid and slurped, and Pamela’s arousal exploded.
Horniness raced into need that clawed deep within her. Pamela mewed as her body bowed off the bed. Adam held her hips in a strong grip, and the sense of being restrained sent even more electric-like zaps to her clit, and to her nipples. A keening kind of whine emerged from her throat. She felt as if her entire body had contracted into a tight, agonizing spring and was striving with a mighty effort to break free.
A hand caressed her, a gentle massage across her middle, reminding her of the presence of her other lover. James cupped and caressed her left breast. And then his fingers pinched her nipple at the same time she felt fingers enter her cunt and her clit was sucked between two wet lips.
Pamela screamed as her orgasm—fast, fierce, and furious—ripped through her. The pleasure came and came, and she honestly didn’t know if she’d survive it. Heart-pounding, breath-stealing, body-shivering bliss covered her and convulsed her and left her feeling like a mindless, sated being.
“You’re beautiful when you come, sweetheart.” James placed a wet kiss on her shoulder then eased away from her, far enough away that she could no longer feel his body heat. She heard the slide of a drawer and other sounds she couldn’t place. She opened her eyes and looked between her thighs. Adam tore open a condom package and slid the protection into place then crawled up her body.
“We haven’t discussed children, so I’ll protect you until we have that conversation.”
Pamela felt grateful for his consideration. She hadn’t thought to even mention birth control. The sensation of Adam settling down on top of her, his cock nestling between the lips of her pussy, sent another shiver coursing through her—and her thoughts scattering. “You just wrecked me with your mouth, and now you’ve lit my fires again, with just the feel of your cock against my clit.” She gave a small roll to her hips.
He grinned down at her. “I wanted to make this first time last, baby. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to do that.”
Dirty is delicious. She took his words to heart. Reaching up, she wound her arms around his neck and lifted her legs and rested them on the backs of his. “Fuck me, husband.”
His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and a look of lust, of need, inflamed his features. “Pamela.” Just her name, nothing more, but it was enough to let her know what aroused him. Then he moved, thrusting his cock into her in one fast and deep plunge.
The sting as her flesh stretched fueled her arousal, and she closed her eyes and moaned as she returned his push with one of her own. The scent of her nectar on his face stirred her curiosity and whetted her appetite, and she opened her eyes, met his gaze, and licked her lips.
He surrounded her, one arm under her shoulders, the other under her ass. He laid his mouth on hers, and she drank down the flavor of them combined. He moved in her, setting a rhythm that left no doubt in her mind he’d truly been on the edge and was letting his need take him over. Knowing she’d caused that lack of control felt amazing.
Again and again, he thrust into her, drumming deep, sending a little sizzle of heat through her as his cock hit something inside her that gave her a small pinch.
Pamela’s tongue danced with Adam’s as her body responded to his, as her hips raced his, reaching for that thrill, that completion—that state of wonderful bliss she’d so recently tasted.
Adam angled his hips, causing him to brush against something within her that felt electric. Her arousal detonated, sending her over the edge. The ecstasy exploded over her as if she hadn’t just come minutes before. Adam pulled his mouth from hers. He stiffened and groaned as the condom inside her become larger, and warmer. The tremors of his ejaculation pulsed through her. Her orgasm increased, and as it kept sending spasms through her body, she clutched Adam tight and just held on. Pamela reveled in the drenching pleasure of her climax.
The scent of sex, the rasp of heavy breathing, and the wonderful weight of her lover resting on her and in her caressed every feminine sense, physical and emotional, that Pamela possessed.
“My God.” Adam lifted his head. The look in his eyes astounded her. Tears glistened, and the kiss he laid on her lips felt reverent. “That was the most erotic, the most moving…I truly don’t have words, baby. Thank you.” He took his weight off her and then eased himself out of her and off the bed.
Beside her, James moved in close and gently stroked her cheek. She tore her attention from where Adam had just disappeared into the bathroom and met James’s gaze.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
Pamela felt her cheeks get warm. “Not sore, exactly. I feel stretched. Actually, it’s a very nice sensation.”
“She was very tight, James,” Adam said from the bathroom.
In that moment, despite all that had just occurred in this bed, Pamela felt embarrassed and maybe even a little pissed.
Beside her, James chuckled. “We did warn you we aren’t smooth talkers.” He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Please be patient with us. Adam wasn’t complaining. He was marveling—and warning me to be careful of you.”
She had known they weren’t smooth talkers. Pamela let go of her pique, focusing on a more pressing emotion. “I’m the soul of patience,” she said. “But I want you.”
“I was thinking to maybe let you rest. There’ll be lots of time tomorrow for us to make love, sweetheart.”
It was only understanding that James’s words were an expression of his need to care for her, and not a sense of wanting to avoid intimacy, that gave Pamela the nerve to act.
She really wanted James, and it had to be now. Now while the sensation of Adam’s cock was still fresh in her muscles and her memory.
And so she moved and rolled and came down on top
of James. She straddled him, and then she took advantage of him shamelessly. She rubbed her cunt over his hot and hard cock. She felt him pulse, and knew he was, as they’d said earlier, really triggered.
Adam emerged from the bathroom and wasted no time. He crawled up the bed until he’d reached the pillows to lay beside them. Pamela spared him a glance. “To respond to your comment about protection, I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it for about eight months, a move my doctor assured me would even out my periods, which it has.”
Then she bent over and placed a sweet kiss on James. “As for my resting? I can’t explain it, but I feel as if…well, as if I haven’t done things right if I don’t have you inside my body tonight, too, James.”
A look passed between the brothers. Then James reached up and caressed the side of her face. “We both understand that, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re on top. You control our dance, this time, Pamela. Just don’t let me hurt you, sweetheart. That would devastate me.”
They say they’re not smooth talkers, but they express themselves just fine when they’re not thinking about it.
Pamela laid one hand on James’s chest and lifted herself just enough to reach down and grasp his cock. She’d never made love in this position, but instincts, she learned there and then, were amazing things.
She brushed the opening of her pussy with his cock and then slid down, taking him deep. That sense of being stretched shuddered through her. There was a subtle difference between having a sheathed cock and a naked one inside her. She closed her eyes and threw back her head to better absorb the beauty of this moment.
“You look like a goddess,” James whispered. He reached up and cupped her breasts, and Pamela shivered as that touch, as the heat of his palms and the sneaky way he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers shot her arousal almost impossibly high.
She didn’t know much, but she thought that two stupendous orgasms in one fairly short period might be rare. She opened her eyes and looked down at James. His enraptured gaze met hers as he helped her ride him.
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