Brent shook his head mournfully. “Now she shows me her true nature. Diabolical.”
Lindsey caressed his still wet and limp cock. “I guess you’re out of action for a few more minutes.” She turned onto the other side and stroked Rory’s cock. “You too. What do you guys suggest we do while we wait?”
Rory immediately slid down until he was between her legs. “I want to eat your pussy.” His tongue delved between her wet folds with amazing dexterity. “Did I tell you how delicious you are?”
Her breath caught in her throat as he spoke, tickling her. “I wouldn’t mind…hearing it…again and again.” She squealed as he touched the spot again and gasped as Rory became particularly creative and his rough tongue hit her slit with repetitive strokes. Twisting tendrils of desire sped through her and she felt her cream flooding her pussy, which Rory slurped up enthusiastically.
She stared up at the ceiling and the image of two men in bed with her, one lying beside her with the other industriously eating her pussy, aroused her tremendously and opened up a yawning cave of desire within her.
“What about you, Linds?” Brent’s seductive eyes roved over her face and rested on her breasts. His hand reached up to cover and fondle one white mound. “What is your pleasure, madam?”
“Oh.” She could think of nothing better than sucking both their cocks. Then again, there was one position she had always wanted to try, every time she indulged in daydreaming her favorite fantasy. Her voice quivered as she said, “I want your cock in my pussy and Rory’s in my ass.” God, how could her ass take that monster cock? Even with her pussy, he was a tight fit. But she wanted to look into Brent’s eyes while he fucked her and while another man’s cock was in her ass. She was about to change her mind and switch them around when Rory groaned into her pussy. The sound vibrated through her body and she shuddered.
Rory lifted his head. “I would love nothing more than to be in your ass, but Linds, are you sure? I may split you apart.”
She shuddered again, this time with longing. She didn’t know how much damage he would do her but his size was sure to deliver more of that pleasure-pain that she’d experienced with her pussy, the delicious stretching as he slipped more of his fat cock into her. Instead of fear, excitement boiled within her. She would see how much of him she could take…
At Rory’s words, Brent turned concerned gray eyes on her. “Lindsey? I can attest to his being more than a tight fit,” he sighed, “but the pleasure is fantastic.”
“I want to, Brent,” she said huskily. “I want to be facing you when we make love—”
“Lindsey.” He groaned and buried his face in her neck. A moment later, he nibbled on her throat and Rory resumed his exploration of her pussy. She pulled her legs up and widened them to allow him more access, moaning when his nose bumped into her clit. “And…Rory will stop…won’t he…” she continued doggedly in a breathless voice, “when…and if…I ask…him to stop?”
“You just say the word, Linds,” Rory assured her.
“‘Kay…it’s settled…then.” The last word was muffled when Brent captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. She loved kissing with Brent, she could never get enough of it. There was just something intimate and loving about kissing. They could kiss for hours. Sometimes, when they weren’t feeling particularly lusty, they’d stay in bed and just kiss. Of course, such kissing would invariably lead to lovemaking. Which, in her opinion, was not a bad thing.
Her breath hitched when Brent dragged his lips down her throat and nibbled at the soft skin at the base of her neck before moving farther down and sucking her nipple into his hot mouth. She hummed in satisfaction at the deep suction motions and heat lanced straight to her pussy, where Rory was still drinking her juices. Damn, the man had been at it for such a long time she must seriously consider bottling her cream and selling it for a high price. Who knows, she might get rich. Ah—
She dimly registered Rory withdrawing and a moment later, he was opening her wide and inching his hard, demanding cock into her pussy. Due to her slickness, he was able to slide the first few inches in quite easily. She purred at the heated sensation of his ripe, rubber-encased cock inside her pussy. Damn, she just might switch the two men around—
“Rory!” she shrieked, startling both men. “What the hell are you doing? You’re not supposed to be there!”
“Calm down, Linds. I’m just lubricating my cock in preparation for your ass later on.” Rory grunted and continued inching into her. Despite herself, her pussy was already shifting, adjusting to his size, though she felt as if her pussy was being split in two. If she was honest with herself, she would admit that she wanted this as well. After a taste of his large cock stretching her earlier, she’d wanted another taste. “Don’t worry, I won’t come in your pussy.” He leered at her lasciviously. “I’m saving myself for your ass. Do you want us both coming in you, Linds? Me in your ass and Brent in your pussy?”
Her green eyes were held effortlessly by his blue ones as the image he described flashed through her mind and stayed, arousing her highly. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
He blew out his breath when he was fully embedded in her. “Then you shall have it.” He withdrew, then thrust back into her, following Brent’s sucking rhythm on her breast. Her restless hands roamed Brent’s smooth, strong back, settled on his buttocks and squeezed. Mewling cries escaped her lips and she raised her legs and clasped them around Rory’s waist. There was still some pain to his entry but pleasure was predominant. His cock fit her pussy securely, tightly. He groaned and plunged deep into her.
Several thrusts later, Rory disengaged her legs and withdrew from her. Brent’s mouth sought hers at the same time that Brent drove his solid cock into her. She gasped as her hungry pussy molded itself to his shape and size, and she clasped her legs around his waist as he moved.
The added stimulus, so soon after Rory’s thrusts, caused her to shake as waves of pleasure rushed her. When she came down from her orgasm, she discovered that Brent had held himself very still and beads of perspiration soaked his face and thick, black hair. He was still hard inside her. Tenderness flooded her. His eyes were closed, so when she placed a hand against his cheek, he started and looked at her.
“All right?”
“Yes.” He growled and buried his face in her neck. “You’re killing me.” He grasped her tight against him and rolled over, so that she was on top.
“Hold still while I prepare you.” Rory inserted the lube into her ass and squeezed a huge amount inside her. She gasped at the sudden coldness but Brent’s expert kissing soon distracted her. She twined her arms around his neck and responded to his wild, hungry possession as Rory inserted two greased fingers into her ass and began to pump.
Her heart beat fast in anticipation and, though she had just had her release, tension spiraled in her belly. Rory took out his fingers and spread more lube around her rim. “Ready, Linds? Brent?”
As two breathless voices answered him in the affirmative, he climbed on the bed, grasped her butt cheeks, pried them open and positioned his liberally-lubricated, rubber-encased cock head against her butt hole. Her pussy contracted with desire and hugged Brent’s cock. Rory pushed his way in slowly and she moaned as her ass was stretched wide.
“Relax, Linds.” Rory’s voice was strained. “Let me…in.”
At his words, she discovered that she had unconsciously tensed up and so now, she intentionally relaxed. His cock shoved in with deliberate slowness and she steeled herself against the pain and against going rigid. Brent distracted her by slipping a hand between their bodies and fingering her clit and as the sweet pleasure-pain washed over her, Rory slid in a few more inches, aided no doubt by the liberal amount of lubricant he’d squeezed into her.
“Almost there.” In Rory’s voice was tension and excitement. “God, Linds, I can’t believe you’re taking almost all of me. You’re so tight,” he huffed. “At the risk of repeating Brent, you are going to kill me.” His tone turned somber with
concern. “You okay?”
“Do you want Rory to go on?” Brent asked, hands rubbing up and down her arms that was both soothing and arousing. “Linds, I don’t want this to hurt you.”
Her ass felt so distended she didn’t think it would revert back to its original size after Rory had pulled out. More importantly, her body was so fraught with tension it was clamoring for release. Her pussy had begun clamping around Brent’s cock and she knew the effort it was causing him to retain his control, for him not to move until all three of them were in position.
“Rory, I don’t think…you have to stop there.” She shifted sinuously and rubbed her breasts against Brent’s chest. “Fuck me, both of you.”
Brent grabbed her hips to hold her steady and he pumped his cock in and out of her. Above her, Rory leaned over her, wrapped his hands on her shoulders and did the same. She cried out at the sensation of two live, pulsing cocks ramming into her, sometimes at the same time and sometimes at counterpoint to each other. It was so very different from the times she and Brent had experimented with having a dildo in her ass while his cock was in her pussy. So very different and so infinitely more satisfying. She rolled her hips, trying to grind her clit into Brent’s groin. She wasn’t very successful but she moved again, having discovered the sensuous pleasure of rubbing against two sweaty, male bodies.
Never letting up on their thrusts, Rory nipped the skin on the back of her neck, while Brent satisfied himself with sucking an erect nipple. Turbulent sensations slammed into her, propelling her instantly toward another wave of orgasm. She tried to hold the overwhelming pressure for release at bay, wanting to savor their thrusting cocks for a few more minutes but again, she wasn’t successful. Before long, she was screaming and bucking and convulsing in their arms, her pussy holding Brent’s cock in a merciless grip, while her ass contracted madly around Rory’s. “Now, both of you. Damnit!” she yelled.
Both men roared out their pleasure and exploded simultaneously into her. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as she shook with never-ending pleasure. After she stopped shuddering, she slumped over her husband, drained but very satisfied.
Reaching up to caress Rory’s back, Lindsey pressed her lips to Brent’s mouth in a gentle kiss. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Rory emphasized from above her.
Two earthshaking orgasms in a row had sapped all her strength. Lacking the energy to move, she didn’t protest when her men proceeded to take care of her. Rory moved his cock out of her ass and lifted her off Brent, then disposed of the condom. He set her gently on the bed and her husband turned and took her in his arms. “Sleep,” Brent murmured.
Before she drifted off, she was aware of Rory jumping off the bed. Behind her eyelids, the glaring brightness disappeared, to be replaced by cooling darkness. Then, Rory returned, shaping himself to her back, his cock pressing against her thigh and his leg tangling with theirs.
Chapter Six
When Rory awakened, dawn was making its presence known. However, from the deep breathing on the bed, he could tell that Brent and Lindsey were still exhausted from their all-night activities.
A sensual smile of remembrance curved his lips as the images flashed through his mind. What he wouldn’t give to spend all his days with them doing just that, loving Brent, loving Lindsey. They were his best friends, especially Brent, who had helped to keep the demons at bay when Lisa had been taken from him. And last night, they had given him love and laughter and intimacy, things that he had thought he’d never get to share with a special person anymore.
But fate had been merciful. It had given him two special someones.
He frowned up at the ceiling, his gaze roving lazily over Brent’s sleeping form. His best friend’s dual sexuality had taken him by surprise but he’d been more stunned at his own response. Their kiss had been devastating to his senses, something he’d never experienced with any of his previous male lovers. He’d craved more and more. He’d been insatiable but had reined himself in, unwilling to scare Brent off. However, the next time—God willing there would be a next time—he wanted Brent to drive his cock into his ass. He wanted to experience the drive and power of Brent’s cock as it pummeled his ass—
He was getting ahead of himself. Brent and Lindsey had never intimated that this was going to be a long-term arrangement. In fact, it seemed to be the unspoken agreement that it was going to be for just the one night. Then they would all go back to being friends.
But how could he, when he’d tasted what it was like to be part of a couple—a triad—once again? He wanted everything—the physical intimacy, the emotional support, the mental challenges—everything. And he wanted it with Brent and Lindsey.
His hands clenched into tight fists that were echoed by a vise around his heart. He remembered how much of a couple Brent and Lindsey were, how Lindsey would always turn to Brent first whenever she had something to say. He knew his hurt feeling was ridiculous, because, after all, Brent and Lindsey had been married for five years and in all that time, he was nothing more to them than just a close friend. Yet, the pain almost strangled him, the pain of knowing they wanted him but only for the night. Like a one-night stand. They didn’t want him or love him enough to want him to be with them for always—not like the way he loved and wanted them.
God, he was suffocating. He had to leave before he drowned in his own misery.
*
One minute she was asleep and the next, she was awake and shielding her eyes against the sunlight that filtered through the windows and lit the room with cheery brightness. They must’ve forgotten to draw the shades the night before. She smiled when she remembered the powerful sexual tension between the three of them and knew that no one would’ve given any thought to such a small detail as the curtains. She was snuggled in Brent’s arms and knew by the lack of warmth on her left side and the silence in the room that Rory had already left—
Something was wrong with that picture.
Before she could think more on it, Brent stirred and his arm swept down to shape her body before it rested on her waist. He yawned. “Good morning.”
Love and contentment overflowed her entire being. “Morning.”
“Hmmm…” He drew her face up to claim her lips in a passionate kiss that involved their tongues and their deepest selves. “I miss having my wife all to myself.”
“Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy, Brent,” she said softly. Then, as the events of the night paraded through her mind in quick review, she snorted. “Though I noticed you also enjoyed having Rory. You’re one selfish man, Brent,” she teased. “You should learn to share more.”
He remained serious. “Did it bother you?”
“I was being truthful last night. I enjoyed watching the two of you, much as I enjoyed having two men make love to me.” She stroked his chest. “However, I should be angry that you kept something this huge from me.”
“Should?” he teased.
“I’m too satisfied to muster the energy that wrath requires.”
He rolled his eyes at her comment, before confessing ruefully, “Wanting Rory hit me like a cannonball in the forehead. About five months ago, I started having these…sexual feelings for him, but I denied them of course. I mean, how could I want a man when I’ve never…wanted a man before? So I couldn’t really say anything to you. What a time to have an identity crisis, right?” He huffed, mirthless. “I’ve always had the intention of fulfilling this fantasy of yours, Linds, never doubt me on that, but the timeline got speeded up because I wanted to…check, rather confirm, my feelings for Rory. Forgive me?”
He looked so anxious and sincere that Lindsey knew there was no question of her not accepting his apologies. Besides, it got her what she wanted.
“Things came to a head last night—and the rest you know,” he said.
For the second time in her life—the first was when he was gathering the courage to propose to her—she saw him look uncertain.
“Linds, you know I love Rory very much. We’
ve been friends since third grade and we’ve seen each other through so many experiences and milestones in our lives. However, after last night…”
She stared at him incredulously as his voice trailed away and he refused to meet her eyes. What was he feeling after last night? Was he going to kick Rory out from their lives after the big favor he’d done them? She remembered what she’d felt upon awakening and knew without a doubt where she wanted Rory to fit in their lives. Beside them, for always. She wanted to see his face—as well as Brent’s—the moment she opened her eyes and she wanted to go to sleep knowing that her two men were with her in bed, protecting her, loving her, keeping her warm throughout the cold night. But if Brent felt differently… She was being pulled in two directions and she didn’t like the feeling of being torn apart. She didn’t know where to begin convincing Brent that Rory belonged in their lives, in their bed—
Brent’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he sat up and swallowed convulsively. He raked his hand through his dark hair several times, as though he didn’t know what to say or how to say what was on his mind.
She rose to a sitting position beside him, the blanket pooling at her waist. She dropped a compassionate hand on his arm and ordered in a still, quiet voice, “Just say it, Brent.”
“After last night,” he repeated, “I realized I’m starting to love Rory…as a lover.” He raised his gray eyes to hers, and the love and pleading in them almost took her breath away. “Linds, I love you very much, you’re my wife. But could you…could we…have Rory in our lives as well? Living with us, loving us—”
“Oh, Brent.” She flew into his arms and hugged him tight, her chest expanding with overwhelming feelings. His arms came around her and everything righted in her world. “That’s what I was thinking too. When I woke up and noticed Rory gone, I realized something’s wrong with that picture, because I want Rory to be here, waking up with us. Though I knew Rory much later than you, I’ve learned to love him as a friend over the years,” she sucked in a deep breath, “but like you, I’m also learning to love him in a different way.” She pulled back and looked at him. “Do you think we can make this relationship work?”
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