Could that actually work? Or would sins of the flesh crop up—greed, jealousy, hatred?
“We’ll go anywhere you want to go, darlin’. Just say the word.” He admired Wendy’s loyalty and honor. It made him sad to see her so conflicted. If he knew she’d find peace if he left now and never looked back, he would. But she was living in a fantasy that could never be reincarnated. She needed to know what it felt like to be unconditionally, irrevocably loved. Maybe one day she’d even trust him enough to return a bit of that love.
“I don’t want to be here at all. I just want to forget everything.”
“Baby, you’ll forget your own name once we start pleasuring you,” said Jackson. He was impulsive and full of energy, but unlike other drifters his age, he had a good heart. When he declared his love for Wendy, Wade could feel it as if the mere words carried a physical promise. It’s the main reason he wouldn’t demand Wendy eliminate him from their life. She deserved as much love as she could get.
He contemplated where they could take her. It wasn’t freezing outside, but still cool at this hour, even though the days were hotter than a barbecue pit. Then he thought of his own house. Could their lust last long enough to move to another location? Or would the trip cool off Wendy’s inhibitions? He decided whatever was meant to be would be if he just did what he instinctually thought was best. “We can go to my ranch. You said you liked it there.”
“I do like it.”
“Good. I’ll make us a nice fire and we can open a bottle of wine. I have a friend in Niagara who keeps my cellar well stocked in exchange for cowboy steaks year round.” His biggest concern was knowing he wouldn’t want to give her up once the night was through. He’d want to keep her, have her feminine presence fill his darkly masculine world day and night for the rest of his life. Wade knew Wendy had pride in her ranch, and boasted it had stayed in the family for three generations. But it was still just dirt and space. What mattered were the people in her life, those that cared about her. Wendy’s children were grown and leaving, no interest in farming. She had nothing to lose in moving to the Laweson Ranch, making it her full-time home.
She bit her lip, contemplating his offer for a night of double pleasure. “I’ll need a ride,” she finally said.
* * * *
Wendy wrapped herself in a patchwork throw, and then gathered up her things. She was actually agreeing to go through with this. After avoiding all men for years, she would give herself to two at once. It was a journey she had to take. Opening herself up to intimacy, new possibilities, had always been a challenge. Her heart knew that Wade and Jackson were the men for her, she just needed to convince her stubborn logic to agree with her heart.
The shroud of night hid their illicit escape to the Laweson Ranch. She swore if anyone caught her pulling up to the neighboring property, they’d know what she was up to. She sat between both men, sandwiched on the bench seat. They smelled delicious, and both men were visually tempting, built for hard labor. The fact she knew firsthand how skilled they were in pleasuring her body made her anticipation soar. Who would take her first? What new delights would they expose her to? Wendy had little experience in anything kinky. A new side to her had been awakened, one that wanted to explore her sexuality, to feel wanton and unbridled.
“Come on, let me carry you,” said Jackson after slipping out of the truck. The outside spotlights were on around Wade’s property, but shadows still dominated.
She allowed him to transport her to the house, feeling slight in his strong arms. Wade unlocked the door and held it open for them. Only a distant table lamp was on, giving the open concept room a subtle glow, warm and inviting. It created an intimacy that prepared her to continue where they’d left off with no delay.
“Let’s bring her upstairs,” said Wade. “I want her comfortable.” Right now she’d be content with the sofa, the counter, even the floor. She was so ready to feel a length of hard cock work her pussy that she could barely think straight. In such a short time she’d transformed from a straitlaced, middle-aged mother of four to a sex-hungry woman with little inhibitions. These men preformed some sort of magic on her that she was incapable of resisting. They were her saviors, each proving they’d do anything for her.
Jackson didn’t tire after carrying her up the flight of stairs. When she looked at his face, he had a barely disguised smile on his face. After catching her looking, he kissed her forehead.
“Nice room,” said Jackson as they entered what must be Wade’s bedroom. Everything was in navy blues and earthy-brown tones. A masculine retreat complete with a king-size bed. Jackson tossed her down, and she sprung up and down for a few seconds.
“Careful with her, now.” Wade scowled at her younger lover after flicking on a table lamp.
She observed them, each stripping off their outer garments. Jackson wore fitted black boxer briefs which molded to his prominent erection. Her mouth salivated. He was rock solid with sharply defined muscles. An erotic trail of brown hair travelled down the center of his six-pack abs, disappearing into his boxers. She watched as he ran his palm over that massive bulge, the one that would soon be inside her body, filling her, quenching her need.
Wade had a slight sprinkling of masculine hair at the centre of his chest, and thick, broad shoulders. He had hard-earned muscles, golden and toned from working under the sun. Whenever she’d seen him he always dressed respectably with a buttoned-up shirt tucked into his jeans. She imagined he’d have a washboard stomach beneath, but now she knew it to be true. His gray boxers did little to camouflage his cock, pressed up toward his belly button. She wanted him, wanted them both.
They eyed her on the bed. She was leaning back on her elbows, the throw still haphazardly wrapped around her torso. Wendy forgot all about herself, too busy soaking up the sight in front of her.
“She’s licking her lips,” said Jackson. He braced one knee on the side of the mattress and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “What are you looking at, darlin’?” Was her staring that obvious? She wanted his boxers off so she could see his erection bobbing, maybe even dare to run her tongue down the length of it. He must have seen the desire in her eyes. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before, Wendy?” He was over ten years her junior, so she felt embarrassed being so much more inexperienced than him. She shook her head.
Wade chuckled. She whipped her head around. “What?”
“You’re as pure as the rain, baby doll. You look like an angel on my bed.”
By the time she turned back around, Jackson’s boxers were off and his cock dangerously close to her mouth. He held the thick root, eying her movements like a hawk. Should she leave her caution at the door and take what she wanted? She leaned over and tentatively licked the spongy head. It was silky and firm against her tongue. Wendy didn’t want the men to think of her as virginal. She was a forty-four-year-old woman and wanted to prove that she could add some spice to their lives.
Jackson exhaled in a growl and closed his eyes. “You’re perfect, Wendy. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s doing,” said Wade. “You have to tell her.”
“Right.” Jackson’s hand held the side of her head. “Take all the cock in your mouth. Let me feel you suck me.”
Wendy took as much as she could, but far from all. He had a huge, thick cock, and even the few inches she latched on to were making her gag. Jackson was so giving with his tongue, and she wanted to give something back. When he’d make a sound of approval, she learned, adjusting the pressure and movement of her tongue to satisfy him. After a few minutes she got the hang of it, becoming lost to the warm cock in her mouth. She twisted around, getting on her hands and knees to better service him.
“Pump it with your fist, too,” he said, his words strangled. Both his hands held her head now, and she gripped the base of his cock as she sucked him. She hadn’t even realized her blanket had slipped away, leaving her nude and on display. Her back arched low, her ass in the air.
The bed dipped as Wade mounted her from behind. He gripped both her hips, the length of his erection pressing against her ass. She didn’t stop sucking Jackson’s cock, but added more vigor. The fear and excitement of the unknown spiralled inside her, making her pussy spasm to the beat of her heart. She needed to be touched, to be satisfied in any way.
His hand smoothed down her backbone and then caressed the globes of her ass. When a finger lightly passed over her nether hole, a burst of sensation caught her off guard. She pushed away from Jackson and turned her head.
“You ever been touched here before?” he asked, running his finger back over the forbidden hole.
“No.”
“Good Lord, you’re right, Wade. She’s not even green broke.” Jackson sat down, his dick jutting out from between his legs, glistening from her saliva.
“Even better. We can make her ours. Teach her exactly what we like.” Wade bent over, his dark head disappearing from her sight. When she felt the wet heat from his tongue against her asshole, she gasped aloud. “Hold her steady.”
Jackson braced her shoulders so she wouldn’t be tempted to turn around. With his cock poised at her face, she couldn’t resist swallowing the bulbous head. “Fuck me, woman.” He growled, surprised she took the initiative.
As much as she wanted to stop Wade, it felt so fucking good. It was foreign and dirty and nothing she’d ever heard of before. Why wasn’t he disgusted? Or was he as lost to his wicked desires as her?
He lapped at her asshole again, licked as if she were the sweetest candy. He parted her pussy lips with both hands and then swiped his tongue up from her clit, through her liquid heat, to her ass again. Every inch of her tingled, her knees trembling. “She’s tight,” said Wade.
“Her ass will squeeze the shit out of your dick, especially once I fill her pussy full of cock.” She detonated out of nowhere. No buildup, no warning, just a shock to her system as if hit with a live wire.
Wendy dropped her chest to the mattress, her ass high in the air. “Oh my God,” she chanted as the most intense orgasm yet claimed her.
“Look how receptive she is.” Wade twirled his finger around her ass, slowly pushing against the tight muscles. She couldn’t care about his actions when the afterglow of her release sent a satisfying calm through her blood. “There’s lube in the top drawer,” he said.
Jackson moved immediately and passed Wade the lube. All the possibilities flitted in her head. She’d never experienced anything but vanilla sex, and even that had been so long ago. This was all new and thrilling. The men so attentive and skilled. She realized she hadn’t thought of her past once since coming to the Laweson Ranch. Maybe her house would always be cursed with memories and sorrow.
Wade’s cool finger jolted her back to the present. “Relax, sweet thing. I’m using a ton of lube, but you have to relax.” He slowly fucked her with the lubed finger until knuckle deep, this other fingers titillating her moist folds. What she thought would be painful or disgusting turned out to bring her to a new height. Her ass was so filled with wondrous sensations that she was tempted to ask him to replace his finger with his cock.
Jackson stood at the end of the bed watching Wade play with her ass. Having two men help one another, with her pleasure the focus, was nothing she could have imagined. The exhibition was an extreme turn-on, making her ready to perform for them.
“We need to buy some toys for our woman,” said Jackson. “A butt plug would help right about now.”
“She’ll be all right. I have some ginger root in the kitchen. By the time I use my cock, she’ll be more than ready. Won’t you, darlin’?”
Chapter Thirteen
Wade knew there was a sensual woman locked up behind the prim and proper exterior. She may be a devoted widow, but she was still human, still made of flesh and blood the same as him. He wondered how long she’d stifled her desires, but was glad she’d waited for him before freeing them. Not only was Wendy a good woman and mother, hard worker, and beautiful, but she was a minx in bed. Although she had a lot to learn, she was eager and responsive.
His biggest fear of sharing Wendy wasn’t losing her undivided attention. He was too confident a man for that immaturity. His self-esteem wasn’t measured by a woman’s approval. As long as her love was unconditional and devoted to their threesome, he’d be a happy man. Wade’s worry rested in a man he knew so little about. To make a relationship work he knew he’d have to share his woman, his life, and his home with the third member of the triad.
His worries diminished the more he learned about Jackson. The rodeo rider already proved himself a man by winning in the ring. He showed he was a good man by trying to water Wendy’s orchard without regard for his own health, or chasing after Jason after he hurt Kylie.
More than that. They were comfortable with each other, working like an experienced team in the bedroom. There were no ill feelings on his part, and the other man looked to be at ease in his company. The true test would be double-teaming her. Wade had never participated in a ménage before, but like most men, he’d fantasized about the act. Now he’d get to live it with a woman he loved. Would it work? Physically and mentally? She was tight and inexperienced.
He escaped to the kitchen and whittled a large section of ginger root. It had been countless years since he’d introduced figging to a woman. Tonight wasn’t about discipline or control, but the ginger would help numb her ass for their planned dual invasion. It was also a wicked aphrodisiac that she’d quickly learn to relish.
When he returned to the bedroom, Jackson was lying side by side with her. They were lost in a passionate kiss, their arms and legs entwined. He stopped for a moment, briefly feeling like a third wheel.
“He’s back,” said Jackson, coming up for air. The other man welcoming him into the fold, vanquished any misgivings. Wade crawled onto the bed, carrying the root in one hand. “Can’t say I’ve used ginger before. How’s it work?”
“Oh, it’ll sting, even burn. If she’s woman enough to take it, she’ll enjoy herself more when I finally claim her.”
“Let’s get started then.” Jackson was hyped up, but he must also be made of testosterone at his age. Where Wendy could count on Wade for security and experience, Jackson had enough stamina for the both of them.
Wade rolled Wendy to her stomach, and then smoothed his hands over the curve of her ass. She had a beautiful shape, one he’d admired for years. Now she was his. “Now try to relax.” He kissed her face. She was trying to peek and see what he was doing. “I’m going to stick this piece of ginger in your ass nice and slow. Don’t clamp down hard or it’ll burn like the dickens. I just want you a bit numb, maybe even a little more anxious to get started.”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” she said. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Promise.” With the help of Jackson, they eased her cheeks apart, revealing that tight little rosette.
“Hurry up before I come all over myself,” said Jackson, his cock ramrod hard as he sat at the opposite side of Wendy.
Wade shook his head, having learned long ago how to control his needs. “You can’t rush this.” Wade slipped the pointed end of his ginger phallus into her ass after adding some lube. “We have to go nice and slow or she’ll be too sore to enjoy herself.”
“That looks fucking sexy.”
“It won’t fit,” she complained, clenching down. Wendy had been through it all, and nearly killed herself working her land. But she was tensing up from a little figging? He knew she could take it.
“Darlin’, sometimes a little pain has to come before the pleasure. You should know that. We plant seeds, nurture them with blood, sweat, and tears, and then we reap the rewards. Same thing right now.” He trailed his fingers up and down the soft skin of her back to calm her.
“Fine.”
He pressed the rest of the ginger root inside her, only the bulbous tip protruding. Jackson was right—it was sexy as hell. “Good girl,” he said, fighting back
his own need to replace the root with his cock.
Jackson rolled Wendy to her back. She flinched when the root shifted inside of her. “It’s burning,” she said through gritted teeth.
“How about I help with that?” Jackson parted her legs with his thigh and aimed his cock at her ripe pussy. He couldn’t even wait to prep her, but Wade could understand his desperation under the circumstances. Her eyes were glazed over, her body pliant, even with the foreign member invading her ass. She wanted this, wanted them.
The younger man plunged himself into Wendy’s heat. She called out, a feral cry that filled the room. He watched as Jackson pumped his hips like a tireless machine. Each time he came down on her cunt, she’d make a strangled moan reeking of desire. She looked exquisite with her head tossed back, eyes closed, and lips parted. Wade could see her breasts jiggling with each thrust as Jackson held his weight suspended over her body, watching her as he was.
He had to have a piece of her, any way he could. Wade moved in, lying beside her, holding her parted thighs and kissing the soft flesh. He reached for her breasts, caressing and teasing those pert nipples. Every touch, sound, and scent brought out the animal in him. His well-maintained control was slipping quickly. He wanted to join Jackson, but could Wendy even handle both of them?
“Shift her to her side,” he said. “It’s time.”
* * * *
Wendy knew exactly what time it was. It was time to get double-fucked by two of the most amazing men in the world. She trusted them not to hurt her which was half the battle. Once she took both men together, it would essentially seal the deal, bond them as a threesome. The men complemented each other perfectly. They each had different qualities she yearned for in a man, so together, she had everything. It was time to move on, to accept their love, and learn how to live again.
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