Carol’s Trinity 3

by Kirsten McCurran

  I hold his cock with both hands as he moves in close between my legs and puts his hands on my hips. We share brief kisses, but mostly we stare at each other, Conner’s dark eyes smoldering down into mine. The emotion I see there is a little scary. I’m another man’s wife, Conner cannot fall for me. He says he understands, but does he really? He wants me all to himself. Conner knows he’s still sharing me with his friends—he says that doesn’t bother him either—but he’d prefer our time to be one-on-one. I could deny him. Tell him it’s the group or nothing, but the truth is that I want this too. The emotion I see in his eyes is scary because I too feel some of it. I don’t feel like I’d leave my husband for Conner, but it’s wrong even to feel anything like this for another man. I know for this all to be as safe as possible it should just be about fun and sex, but I don’t know if I can do it that way—not entirely.

  “Put it in,” he tells me, voice husky and thick with desire.

  “Yeah? You wanna fuck me?”

  “You know it, Carol. All goddam night.”

  “Mmm, I wish. But not here, baby. We don’t have all night.”

  Conner slaps the exam table beneath me and smiles.

  “This is kind of like doing it in a doctor’s office. I like it.”

  “Is that one of your fantasies?”

  “I dunno. It’s just fun. I guess so.”

  “Then let me fulfill your fantasy, baby,” I coo.

  “Prepare my probe, Nurse Carol.”

  “My pleasure, Dr. Conner.”

  I rub his cock against my labia, getting it nice and slick. The head bumps my clit and I moan as little flames of pleasure lick up inside me. Teasing my clit like this is great fun and it’s tempting to get myself off like this, but Conner isn’t that patient. It’s a tease to him too, and I see him tense as I rub his oh-so-sensitive head on my clit. He hikes my legs over his arms and tightens his grip on my hips.

  “Don’t be a tease, Nurse,” he warns.

  “Sorry. Will you punish me, Dr. Conner?”

  “We’ll see.”

  I direct his cock lower toward my hole and Conner pushes forward, half-burying his cock inside me.

  “Oooo…yesss…” I cry. I love that sensation of when he first opens me up and I’ll never get used to it.

  “Ugh…there we go, Nurse. Just what I needed.”

  He pushes deeper. I’m drenched, but it still hurts a little at first, like it always does. Conner might be as thick as my wrist. I’m snugly, fully wrapped around his shaft. With every move he makes, every nerve ending inside me lights up. I try to squeeze him while he’s inside me—one of John’s favorite tricks—but it’s difficult with a man so large. I lean back on the exam table, which is tilted at a 45° angle, and close my eyes, enjoying the throbbing pleasure of Conner inside me.

  Conner takes his time feeding me the rest of it. He establishes a slow rhythm, pushing a little deeper each time, until he’s bottomed out inside me. I can’t stop moaning and my mouth hangs open, ready to be used if one of his friends—or my husband—were here. I grip the sides of the exam table tightly as Conner plows me harder, pulling my butt right to the edge of the table. My entire body jolts when he slams home, and I yelp aloud. I bite my bottom lip, but it’s too hard to remain quiet when I have Conner’s amazing cock inside me. I’m helpless when I’m with him.

  “Uhnn…yeah…uhnn…Carol…babe…”

  “Yeah…yeah…god…baby…yeah…”

  The exam table is creaking loudly beneath us and I hear the side drawers rattling as we shake the equipment inside them. Surely someone would hear us if they passed by in the hallway. Fear sizzles through me as I think about being caught, but despite the risks, it just turns me on some more. I whimper harder to Conner, like I want us to make even more noise. He leans into me for more leverage and drives it home even harder. It feels like he’s going to turn me inside out, and I love it. I literally squeal with delight! Conner’s watching my tits bounce as he fucks me and I must admit, they look pretty good rebounding in the padded teal bra with a lace overlay. As he leans in more and more, my legs are pushed further back and spread wider. Good thing I’m so flexible.

  “Ooo…god…oooo god…baby…baby…ohmygod…ohmygod…Conn…yes…yes…”

  “Carol…Carol…uhnn…”

  “Oooo…yeah…yeah…baby please…oooo baby…yeah…just like that…Conn…”

  And there it is. My climax hits me hard, like a smack in the face—sudden and sharp—and I wail, kicking my feet in the air as my toes curl. I come so hard I arch my back away from the table and I throw myself at Conner, wrapping my arms around him. It changes the angle of entry and now his shaft really hits my clit with every thrust. I wail louder as my orgasm whirs into another gear.

  “I love when you come, Carol. So damn hot…”

  “Oooo…god…ohmygod…ohmygod…oooo…baby…”

  “That’s it babe, come for me. Yeah…”

  “I…I want you to come too, baby. Come inside me…please…”

  “You want it, Carol?”

  “Yeah! Please, baby!”

  “Mmm, I like it when you beg.”

  “Please…please…please, Conner…oh god…please…”

  Conner pushes me onto my back again and smiles down at me with such intensity I swoon. This man wants me, and that makes me want to do anything for him. He pumps those powerful hips a few more times and announces he’s ready. This is dirtier, kinkier than it’s been the last couple of times. I like it.

  I have a sudden thought and grope around on the table until I find my phone under the small of my back. I turn on the video camera and hand it to Conner. He smiles.

  “Damn, Carol…I’m ready…”

  “Yes…please…”

  “Tell me, Carol…”

  “Please, baby…you made me come so hard…come for me…come inside me…I fucking want it, baby...”

  “Yeah, Carol…”

  “Conner, please!”

  I play it up for the camera, but I mean it too, and I come again, moaning and twisting on the table, the begging for the camera having its effect on me. Conner’s dark eyes widen as he stares down at me. I know his body now and I know his cues. I know he’s ready. Conner grunts, buries his shaft in me, and pumps me full of his young, hot seed. He grinds on me as his cock pulses and gives me what I begged for. Thank god for IUDs, because I love this moment—my hung lover bareback, coming inside me—and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. I shiver and finally manage to tighten my muscles around him, desperate to keep him inside me. I stare up at my phone, knowing how slutty I look, and I know my husband John is going to love this video. I might even share it with the others if he approves.

  Conner withdraws and I feel empty. He’s just come and he’s still half hard. We could go again if I had the time, and I wish I did. But I need to get him out of here and get back to my floor. I clean up as best I can with the tissues in the ultra sound suite while Conner dresses. My glasses are gone, but thankfully Conner finds them on the floor and hands them to me with a kiss. It’s a sweet moment. Once we’re dressed, I lean into him and we cling to each other. He’s warm and strong and I want to be in his arms all night, but I find the willpower to push him away.

  “You need to go,” I whisper.

  “I guess so.”

  “I don’t want you to, but you do.”

  “Thanks for tonight,” he tells me, and I can’t help but giggle.

  “I should be thanking you. That was…something.”

  “Every time I get to see you is amazing. You never have to thank me, Carol. I love being with you.”

  “Me too, baby.”

  I see Conner back to the entrance and this time I’m sure Andre knows what we were up to. I feel like I’m glowing. Andre would have to be blind to miss it. I can’t make eye contact with him because I don’t want to see how he’s looking at me. I tell Conner good night like he’s my cousin and we just had coffee and hope I do a decent job of selling it. If I don’
t, I hope Andre is discreet. I have a dark moment in the elevator where I picture Andre blackmailing me and I have to take him back to the ultrasound suite. It makes me shiver and bite my lip. I really am losing it.

  Four

  “I didn’t know you were expecting Conner to visit you at work,” John says. He tries to sound nonchalant, but I hear the tension in his voice.

  “I wasn’t. He just sort of showed up and I figured since he was there…”

  “You didn’t mind that he just popped up out of nowhere? I mean, it’s awfully presumptuous.”

  “I guess. Maybe? I didn’t mind. It was kind of sweet, actually. He missed me. Are you mad I saw him again?”

  “No, you’re free to do what you want.”

  “If you want me to get your permission before I see him, that’s okay, but we hadn’t talked about that.”

  “You don’t need my permission, Carol. I’m not your daddy.”

  I roll to my side and press against him, stroking his spent cock, which is slick with my juices. We’ve just had morning sex after John woke me from a dead sleep by rubbing my clit. He usually lets me sleep in after a late shift, but I understand why he woke me. He found my video with Conner when he woke. He told me what a bad girl I was, and I told his Daddy persona I couldn’t help myself. John was crazed and went hard and fast. I didn’t get to come, but it was okay. It still felt great, and I loved reliving being with Conner.

  “That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” I coo.

  “Very funny. But seriously, you don’t need my permission to do what you do. It’s your body.”

  I’m wide awake and in a playful mood and I’m annoyed John doesn’t share it. I’m aglow from making love to John, and from Conner last night. John is ticked off at me, but he won’t admit it. I don’t want to hear it’s your body from him. As much as I appreciate my freedom, I am still his wife, and I don’t want to lose sight of that.

  “It’s my body, but I’m your wife. We took vows. I’m not free to do as I please. At least I shouldn’t be.”

  John sighs. “I know. You’re right, Carol. This is still all a little weird to me. It was one thing when I arranged something—and even that was bizarre to me, as much as I liked it. And even the second time, I arranged for Conner to be there for you. And then you saw Conner again, which is cool, but like you told me first.”

  “I ran it past you. I’m fine with doing that if you need it.”

  “I appreciate that you did. I like a heads up, I guess, but I know it’s not always possible, like last night.”

  “I can make sure it happens, John. You need to speak up about what you want.”

  “What if I’m not sure what I want? I think this works best, it’s hottest, if you’re just free to do as you like. That turns me on. But it also makes me uneasy, if that makes sense.”

  I stop stroking his cock. He’s not going to get hard again, and the mood has passed. I stay snuggled against him and play with his chest hair.

  “You feel like you’re not in control, and that’s scary,” I say, trying to read his mind.

  “Yeah, that’s it exactly. It’s not your fault, and I don’t want it to dampen your fun, but it’s something I have to sort through if we’re doing this.”

  “We don’t have to do this, you know.”

  “But I think I want to. And I know you want to.”

  “You don’t know anything,” I laugh.

  “Right. You forget, I’ve seen you in action.”

  “I want to, but I don’t have to. You come first, John.”

  Even as the words come out of my mouth, I question them. Okay, maybe I don’t have to fool around with my guys, but I really, really want to, and I’d be crushed if John wanted me to stop. I would, and I’d do my best not to resent him, but it would bother me that he’d introduced all of this and then yanked it away. But he’s saying he doesn’t want that. I take him at his word, but I don’t want his complicated feelings to hurt him—or our marriage.

  “I know that, Carol. And I love you for it. Just don’t worry about me so much and have fun.”

  “I will, and I’ll make sure I tell you all about it when I do.”

  “Perfect.” John looks at the bedside clock. “Shit. I need to get in the shower.”

  “So, you wake me up and then you leave?”

  John grins. “I’m sure you’d have no trouble finding someone to take my place in bed.”

  “I just might do that, just to show you.”

  “The operators Noah and Mateo are waiting for your call.”

  I was thinking of Conner, but it could be fun to invite the other guys over and have a whole day to ourselves. But no, I want John there, just in case things get out of hand. I don’t want to be naked and alone with the two of them—not yet. But I don’t tell my husband that.

  “I’ll make sure I set up a camera for you. Maybe we’ll Skype you at work.”

  “Okay. I’ll pass my phone around to the guys.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” I reply, watching him, wondering if he would. No, I tell myself, but deep down I suspect he wants to, just as much as I want to be shown off.

  “I’m really getting out of bed.”

  John grunts as he levers his middle-aged body to its feet. He’s still in good shape for a guy in his late 40s. John tries to stay fit, so he’s not too deep into dad-bod territory yet, and I appreciate it. His head is shaved in concession to hair loss and he’s got a goatee. I like his look, but I’m biased. I still find my husband sexy. It’s not dissatisfaction that sends me into Conner’s arms—or anyone else’s. It’s just that variety is fun.

  “Love you,” he says.

  “Love you, honey.”

  I was ready to sleep for a week after working my three 12s—especially since John had cut my sleep short on one of those days. I stayed in bed as late as I could, and then spent the day catching up on laundry and doing things around the house. I hit the gym and did my core routine, followed by a few miles around the upstairs track. I really don’t like running inside, but on gym days it’s easier to knock it out while I’m there than motivate myself to go home and do it after working out.

  I shower at the gym and change into a light cotton tunic over black leggings. The tunic is just barely long enough to cover my butt. The cupboards are bare at home, which means I have to stop at the grocery store on the way home. The lot attendant calls me ma’am when he hands me a cart, which leaves me disheartened. He’s only a couple years younger than my guys. Their attention is going to my head if I’m expecting every twentysomething to lust after my middle-aged bod. But then the kid checks out my butt when I pass him, restoring my faith in myself and putting a smile on my face. Suddenly, all those squats are worthwhile again. I’m pushing the cart around the store when my phone chimes with a text from Noah.

  [Noah] we wrapped up early today. What r u up to?

  [Me] grocery shopping

  [Noah] need me to swing over and check those melons for you?

  [Me] you really need better lines

  I give a little giggle anyway.

  [Noah] found any space in ur schedule?

  [Me] one day when you have an adult life you’ll understand that I can’t just drop everything to have fun

  [Mateo] maybe we should surprise u at work

  Sounds like Conner was talking at work. I suppose there’s no reason for him to keep things secret since I’m involved with all of them, but my time with Conner feels more intimate. The guys are all contractors together. I’ve only thought about it in passing, but now I wonder how much they discuss me while going about their work. Did Conner come in gloating about how I dragged him into a quiet corner of the hospital and couldn’t get him out of his clothes fast enough? I’m feeling a bit ashamed as I think about my guys hanging out and discussing what a slut I am. But it’s not just shame I feel. It’s so wrong, but I’m also proud that three sexy younger guys might be spending their days discussing what they did and want to do with me.

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p; [Me] what would you do if you did?

  [Noah] strap u down to 1 of those exam tables and play doctor

  [Me] why strap me down?

  [Noah] more fun that way

  I picture his scenario and it makes me shiver. My husband must be telling tales. The guys did see our toy bag that night we were all together, but that doesn’t mean they’d know I like being restrained. What else do the guys know? Has John spilled all my secrets?

  [Me] as long as you know what you’re doing

  [Mateo] I think we’ve proved that

  [Me] I may need a reminder

  [Noah] come out this weekend

  [Mateo] u must have time for a drink at least

  [Me] just a drink?

  [Mateo] it’s a start. Maybe you’ll want more

  I know I’ll want more, but what if it’s too much? It’s crazy, but I consider meeting the guys for a drink. The plan for tonight was to stay in and watch a movie with Brandon, maybe Isabella, and John, of course. We haven’t had a family movie night in a while. I was perfectly content to spend a quiet evening in with the kids, but temptation tugs at me. I feel John’s not-so-subtle pressure to meet up with Noah and Mateo, plus my own desire to see them again. A drink could be good, I tell myself. If we’re out somewhere in public, I’ll be safe from temptation—if I don’t let them whisk me away to somewhere private. I reason that If I meet them early, that’s less likely. I’ll tell them I need to be home for movie night—no time for craziness. I shoot John a quick text, asking if he’s free after work.