Carol’s Trinity 3

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Come here, baby, it’s my turn to get some of that MILF pussy,” Noah says.

  “Yeah? You want me to fuck you, baby?” I coo and roll onto my side. But I freeze when I see him holding his phone up. I’m scared of what a guy like Noah will do with video like this. I’m even more frightened that the fear excites me.

  “I didn’t say you could record me, baby,” I say, trying to keep my voice light.

  “I’m not recording, Carol.”

  I shoot him a look, draping my arm across my breasts, trying to make it look casual.

  “I’m not recording. This is live, babe. You’re live on Skype and your loving hubby is on the other end.”

  “John?” Fear stabs through me. It felt so intimate with Mateo I’d forgotten Noah was even here. I don’t know if my husband should see me like this.

  “Yeah, honey. You’re fucking hot tonight,” John replies, his voice tinny coming from Noah’s phone.

  “He just watched Mateo fuck the hell out of you, and now he’s going to watch you fuck me, Carol. Get on over here.”

  “Do you like it, baby? John?”

  “You’re a goddess. Do what you’re told, honey.”

  John’s order brings a deep throb to the pit of my stomach—and to my pussy. You’ll never understand the complex feelings of your loving husband ordering you to fuck another man until it happens. I straddle Noah and grasp his long cock. He points his phone at my hand, and I stroke him fast before lowering onto him. Ohmygod! John is watching Noah’s cock slide into me! He can see how wet and red I am! He sees my cunt being used! The thoughts swirl through my brain and I ride Noah hard.

  “Fuck, you’re a hot MILF! What’s gotten into you, Carol?” Noah groans.

  My hands are white-knuckling on the headboard, my hips thrusting violently. The phone is pointed at my bouncing tits and my red, determined face.

  “Fuck…ooooo…mmmm…fuck…fuck…fuck me…” I cry.

  “Ride that cock! Fuck me, Carol! Fuck me, yeah!”

  “Yes…yes…yesyesyes…ohmygod…Fuck…”

  I’m shouting and the headboard is banging the wall behind us. They must be able to hear us fucking across the street at the bar. I hear John groaning through the phone, saying my name. It’s low, but from the phone I swear I can hear, “Ohhh…fuck…Carol…fuck…goddam!”

  “Fuck me, you fucking hot MILF! Fuck me hard!” Noah grunts.

  I wish I could see John. I want to see him jerking off while he watches me. I want to see how much I turn him on. I picture it. I picture him so hard it hurts, beating his cock, and coming so hard his jizz shoots through the phone and all over my tits.

  The scenario lights my fuse and I climax while violently fucking Noah. I jam that long cock deep inside me and sag forward, trembling on top of him. I’ve come so many times now that it almost hurts. My entire body is like one raw nerve, and all the guys have to do is touch me to set me off. They must think I’m like this all the time, coming at the drop of a hat. They must think I’m such a complete slut. Yes! I am!

  Mateo moves behind me while I’m trembling on top of Noah. I’m not surprised this time, except their roles were reversed last time. I was on top of Mateo when Noah slipped into my ass. I’m weak and need a break, but Noah’s cock still throbs inside me, like a beacon of pleasure, keeping me going. Noah was in my ass last time and Mateo is much thicker. This is going to hurt. I should tell them no. I let Mateo bend me forward and press me tighter onto Noah’s prick. Noah’s so deep inside me, and it shoots a thrill through me. The fat head of Mateo’s cock squeezes against my rosebud, but I don’t give way. He presses again and it grudgingly opens, but I yelp with the sting.

  “Relax, Mamá. We know you can do this. We know you love it. Just relax and take it, Carol,” Mateo encourages.

  “Just go slow, honey. You’re so big,” I whimper.

  I’m laying on Noah’s chest and he rubs my back encouragingly. “That’s it, Carol baby, just relax. You know you want that big dick in your ass. You’re our slutty little MILF.”

  “Yeah…” I pant.

  Mateo presses harder and pops past my sphincter. I howl and shift, which jams me harder onto Noah, and I grip him inside me.

  “Damn, Carol. Fuck me, that’s good,” Noah moans.

  “That’s it, Mamá. That’s it, just relax. Relax and enjoy it,” Mateo says, his voice strained. I’m sure my ass is crushing his cock.

  “Oooo…god…so big…too big…”

  “No, Mamá. You can take it.”

  “I don’t know…oooo…I don’t know…”

  “Should I stop?”

  I know he will if I tell him to. The burning in my ass makes me want to say stop, but I don’t because my cunt is also throbbing—throbbing around Noah’s prick. Mateo pushes deeper and I’m getting that full feeling I had last time. It’s a feeling of being utterly, deeply possessed by two men. I go into a haze and I can’t tell where they end and where I begin. It’s indescribable. I can describe the physical—the stretching and pulling and thrusting—but the feelings deep within me are beyond reach or words. It hurts—god does it hurt—but I like the hurt. The hurt mixes with the pleasure throbbing from my pussy, and it fills me to the brim. I don’t want Mateo to stop, and I shake my head while biting my bottom lip.

  “No, Mamá?”

  “No,” I gasp, feeling so small between my guys.

  “You don’t want us to stop, do you, Carol?” Noah asks, mirth in his voice.

  “No…don’t stop…mmmm…”

  “You like that cock in your ass.” Noah again.

  “Yeah…oooo…god…yeah…”

  “You’re a dirty little MILF who likes to get double teamed.”

  “Yeah…yeah…oh god…ohmygod…yes!”

  The guys are moving now, finding the secret rhythm they need so they can both fuck me at the same time. Mateo goes oh-so-slow and I swear it drags out the pain. Noah moves by using the little bit of give the crappy motel mattress gives him. And I’m pinned between them, motionless and moaning, a vehicle for their pleasure.

  I don’t think about my submissiveness much. I just know I enjoy it when John ties me down or spanks me or uses the toys on me. I know it turns me on to call him Daddy and be his good little slut. But is there a more complete expression of submission than letting two men sandwich you between them and use both your holes? I’m fully pliant between them and they’re taking their pleasure from me. The thing is, I love it. I love how the pleasure and pain twist together inside me like some warped, sexual DNA. I love Noah calling me a dirty little MILF. I want to be their dirty little MILF. I want to be these guys’ ultimate fantasy. Maybe I’m their friend’s mom they always wanted to fuck, or the teacher they once had a crush on. I want them to do all of those dirty things to me they always wanted to do to those women.

  “Ohmygod…ohmygod…oooo…mmmm…yes…”

  “Fuck, you’re incredible, Carol. You hear that, John? Your incredible wife is taking both our cocks again. She fucking loves it in the ass,” Noah says.

  “Yeah…yeah…fuck me…in the ass…mmm…”

  I forgot about John on the phone. Where is that phone now? We’re all pressed together. How is Noah holding it? Is it discarded on the bed and John is just listening?

  Mateo holds my hips and uses them to move me between them. It’s so intense—like being skewered on one long cock. I slide up onto Mateo’s cock and Noah slides out then I slide back down onto Noah.

  “Your ass is so tight, Mamá. Can’t take it…so damn tight…mmm…” Mateo groans, his fingers tightening on my hips.

  “Yeah…yeah…mmm…Mateo…fuck me…fuck…my…ass…”

  “Hear her begging, Johnny? Hear that little slut MILF begging for it? Bet you love that. You love your slut to be used. Don’t worry, we’re gonna use her, man,” Noah grunts, pushing up into me.

  I hear a tinny grunt and turn my head to the side. Noah’s holding the phone in one hand and it’s pointed at us. It’s shaky, but John can
see everything. He can see the look of rapture on my face. God, what does he think? How can he see me as his wife after this? More grunts come from the phone. My husband must be jerking off. Noah’s right. He likes it. John wants me to be used.

  “Oooo…fuck me…please…ohmygod…fuck me…like…the slut…I…am…”

  “Damn…Mamá…Carol…”

  Mateo groans and freezes with his cock buried deep in my ass. I feel him pulse as he unloads, jet after jet of cum deep in my bowels. Feeling it triggers something in me and a strong orgasm shoots out of that soup of pleasure and pain. It grips me and I scream—scream like they’re killing me. Someone bangs on the wall from the next room, but I keep coming and screaming. My ass clamps down on Mateo’s shaft, squeezing every last drop out of him, while Noah pounds up at me from underneath. My cunt is locked in on him too. He’s moaning, saying something filthy, but I’m in too much of a haze to follow.

  I’m still in that haze when Mateo slithers out of my ass and Noah rolls me onto my back. He pulls one of my legs up, holding it by the ankle. His phone is in his other hand and he pounds me from a kneeling position. I stare into the camera on the phone, knowing I’m staring at my husband. I grab my bouncing boobs and pull on my nipples. I don’t know if I’m coming again or if it’s just all one long, hazy experience. I only know I’m still yelling and Noah’s fucking me hard, and when he’s just about worn me out, he pulls out and comes, blasting up onto my tummy and my tits. I close my eyes and try to get a handle on myself.

  “Guys…guys…I need a break,” I pant.

  Mercifully, they give me one.

  Nine

  My guys give me a break, but that’s all. Mateo disappears into the bathroom to clean up and Noah offers me a cigarette, which I accept. It calms and steadies me, making me wonder why I ever gave up smoking in the first place. I quit when I learned I was pregnant with Brandon and just never went back to it, like some women do. I’m lucky that way, I guess. Sucking the hot, acrid smoke into my lungs, it feels like I’d never quit. Noah and I chit-chat like we’re just hanging out, which is weird when we’re both naked and his cum is drying on my chest. Mateo reappears and I go into the cramped bathroom to clean up. The washcloth is suspect, but I use it anyway.

  A knot of worry forms in my stomach while I’m cleaning up and I think of my husband, waiting for me at home. Noah cut the Skype call when we paused, telling John, “Don’t worry, we’ll send her home eventually.” What must my husband be thinking? Is he sitting at home second guessing why we ever started this? I really don’t understand how he can be completely okay with seeing me like that, no matter how much it turns him on. I should hurry right home and see him. I should let him reclaim me as soon as possible. But instead I’m going to go out there naked and the guys aren’t going to want me to leave, and I know I won’t resist them. I’ll just have to take John at his word right now that this is what he wants.

  They’re passing a joint when I come out of the bathroom, and I decline when they offer it to me. I was too much of a goody-two-shoes in college to get high. I tried it a couple times with John when we first started dating and it was fun, but it wasn’t my thing. I do, however, avail myself of the pint Noah bought while they waited for me at the bar. The cheap whiskey burns my throat going down, but it’s what I need to unwind the knot in my stomach. I almost tell them I should go, but Mateo pulls me into his lap, and I am his.

  Sweet lord, it’s a wild night! My guys use my body until they can’t get it up again. We fuck in about every position and combination possible for the next couple hours. After they’ve each come a couple times, it seems they can go forever. They pass me between them—taking turns—and they share me together. I like it best when they team up on me. I’m in heaven on my knees, one of them behind me, the other using my mouth. Noah takes a turn with my ass too, and after having Mateo’s thick tool back there, I take him like a pro. I’m relieved when Noah comes for the third and final time, blasting his load on my tits as he did earlier—it must be his thing—and falling back with a roar. Mateo’s already dressed by then and he helps me collect my clothes. I take a quick shower in the disgusting motel bathroom, rinsing my hair without washing it. My guys walk me back across the street to my minivan and kiss me goodnight. It’s like we’ve all been on the weirdest, most perfect date.

  It feels later than it is when I creep through the front door, but it’s only about midnight. The night had gotten an early start. A light is on in the kitchen and I’m relieved when I don’t run into anyone there. I grab a bottle of water and shut off the lights before creeping upstairs. I hear Brandon playing some videogame as I sneak past his closed bedroom door and will myself to move silently down a hallway that tends to creak. I’m sure he’ll take one look at me and see what a whore his mother is and be scarred for life. Isabella’s room is dark and quiet. Where is she at this hour? I see a crack of light under our bedroom door and I brace myself before opening it.

  John is on our bed, wearing boxers and a t-shirt, his standard bedtime attire. There’s a bottle of Jack and a lowball glass on the nightstand beside him. Is that good or bad? He looks up and I stop, my back pressed against the closed bedroom door. He stares at me but doesn’t show what he’s thinking.

  “Say something,” I half-whisper, knowing Brandon is awake at the other end of the hallway.

  John keeps staring, finally saying, “Take off your sweater.”

  I do, dropping it on the floor beside me. I feel like we should talk before we do anything else, but I’ll do whatever my husband wants.

  “You’re not wearing a bra,” he says. His voice is low, gravelly. He’s drunk.

  “I lost it at the strip club.”

  “Sounds like you were a bad girl.”

  “You know I was a bad girl. You saw some of it.”

  “I did. You were begging them to fuck you.”

  I move further into the bedroom, so John keeps his voice down, and I stop at the end of the bed.

  “I was. Was that bad?”

  He appears to think it over. “Daddy approves.”

  We’re playing that game, I think. That’s okay. Anything Daddy wants. A chill goes down my spine. It feels like I’ve been submissive all night.

  “Do you, Daddy? I was so bad.”

  “Show me.”

  I strip off my top and wiggle out of my skirt. My breasts are covered with red marks. My body is covered with red marks where the guys handled me. My cunt is red and puffy. The pounding I took is obvious. I slip out of my boots too and climb onto the bed, kneeling obediently beside Daddy. He looks me over, gently touches the red marks. I rub him through his boxers and feel him slowly coming to life.

  “God, they really had their way with you, Carol.”

  “I couldn’t stop them.”

  “You didn’t want to.”

  “No, I didn’t want to, Daddy.”

  “You’re their MILF dream.”

  “And you’re my daddy. I belong to you.”

  “I know. I just let you go out and play, but you always come home to me.”

  “I do. I love you, Daddy.”

  John touches my pussy and I wince. I haven’t been this sore since the last time all the guys had me, but that time John had let me rest afterwards. I doubt he will this time. I don’t want him to. I’m still wet and he smears my juices over my mound, making it shiny.

  “You’re always ready to fuck, aren’t you, Carol?”

  “Yes,” I moan, closing my eyes.

  His fingers slide back, touching my rosebud. I jump, but John ignores it. His finger easily slides into my ass. I groan and push down on it. I’m learning to love anal. As sore as I am, being touched there makes me tingle all over. I wiggle my butt, slowly moving on his finger. He adds a second and I push down, taking them deeper. My eyes flicker open. My husband is looking at me like he’s never seen me before.

  “Do you still love me?” The words just slip from my lips.

  “Of course, Carol. I’ll always love yo
u.”

  “Even though I’m a terrible slut?”

  “Do you think you’re a slut?”

  “Yeah…aren’t I? Mmm…”

  “Someone might think that. I think you’re hot.”

  “I’m a hotwife.”

  “You’re damned sexy, Carol. Sexier than I ever could have guessed.”

  I brush my honey blonde hair back behind my ears and lean forward and kiss him. It tightens my ass around his fingers, and I moan into the kiss. I pull him out of his boxers. He’s mostly hard.

  “You’re okay with my slutty behavior? I was such a whore tonight, Daddy.” I pant.

  “I encouraged it, didn’t I?”

  “But I went so far…”

  “And I want to hear all about it, Carol.”

  “God, I was a whore…”

  “You’re my whore, honey.”

  “Oooo…god…yes I am…fuck my ass, Daddy…”

  “Carol, I don’t…”

  “Please, I need you to.”

  I don’t ask again, but straddle him, facing away. John still isn’t at full steel yet, but he’s hard enough. With one hand I spread my cheeks, and with the other I maneuver him inside me. What does he think when he sees how stretched out I am? It’s awkward, but yoga has made me flexible. I grip him with my ass and rock on him.

  “Oooo…god…” I realize I’m getting too loud and try to tone it down.

  “Carol…” John groans helplessly.

  “You feel so good, Daddy. I love you in my ass.”

  “Carol…”

  I rub my clit and ride him harder. It’s tough when he’s not fully erect, but I keep him in there. I milk his cock with my ass and rub my clit and I feel a climax coming on. I’m amazed I have another one in me, but I want to come for my husband.