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  “I’ll say.” The younger man agreed, his thumb moving up and down his zipper line, right where I longed to press my cheek. I wanted to see his cock, close up this time, to touch it and taste it. The fact that my husband had me up on my hands and knees like some offering to another man was like some sublime permission.

  I moaned softly when Jack’s hands moved over my ass through my panties. I couldn’t help arching my back like a cat lifting my behind in the air, wanting more.

  “I left the best, last thing for you.” Jack snapped the elastic band of my panties. “Go ahead, take them off.”

  Lloyd looked down at me, his eyes questioning. “Charlie?”

  “Yeah,” I breathed, nodding, pressing my cheek against the sheet—the comforter was long gone, too, in a wad on the floor on the other side of the bed. “Go ahead.”

  I couldn’t see him then, just feel him, sliding my panties slowly over the rounded swell of my ass, over the dildo pressed deep inside. He stopped there for a moment, his breath catching, before slipping my panties down to my knees.

  “A real redhead,” Lloyd breathed, close enough to feel the heat of his breath. “What’s with the…uh…”

  “Bookmark, so to speak.” Jack obviously knew what he was talking about, and he chuckled, giving the butt plug a quick twist, making me gasp and moan at the same time. “Holding my place…or yours.”

  “Oh.” Lloyd’s voice actually caught when he asked the next question. “Does she like…do you like…?”

  “She loves to get her ass fucked.” Jack moved the dildo slowly, pulling it back, and I whimpered. “Don’t you, baby?”

  The ache in my pussy was overriding any possible humiliation. I didn’t care anymore, what I had to admit, as long as I got what I wanted.

  “Yes,” I said, arching, pressing back against the toy, feeling it slipping back into me. “God, yes…”

  “You ever fucked a woman in the ass, Lloyd?”

  I heard him swallow before he croaked, “No.”

  “You can touch her,” Jack encouraged, and I heard the indulgent smile in his voice. “Go ahead.”

  A tentative hand moved over my thighs, a finger dipping all too briefly between my pussy lips, making me sigh and wiggle in response. I heard Lloyd’s voice, whispering something, but couldn’t make out the words. Then there was a tongue probing, parting my flesh, seeking the aching bud of my clit.

  “Ohhh!” I moaned as two sets of masculine hands moved me on the bed, flipping me onto my back. Lloyd buried his face between my legs with a groan, spreading my thighs with his palms, and my husband knelt beside me, kneading my breasts, tugging at my nipples, all the while undoing his jeans with the other hand.

  The tongue flickering over my clit was practiced and sure, and I closed my eyes in pleasure, my hand moving through the young man’s hair, dark and thick and curling around my fingers as I urged him on. It was so strange, so different from Jack’s mouth down there, and exciting at the same time.

  My eyes flew open when Jack’s cock met my lips. In the hour or so of play time we’d had before Lloyd showed up, he hadn’t had it out or touched it once. He was like an iron bar sliding into my mouth, the tip slick with precum. I drew him in, eager, using my tongue to tease the head the way I knew he loved. When I glanced down between my thighs, I saw Lloyd’s eyes on us, watching me sucking Jack’s cock.

  I was beyond want—I was all need, rocking my hips up against the mouth working between my legs, my hand pressing the head there hard, my other hand gripping Jack’s ass, forcing him deeper into my throat. I gagged, and he thrust deeper anyway, making my eyes water with the force, but I took him, making breathy, choking sounds, feeling my saliva wetting my chin, my cheeks.

  When Lloyd began to fuck me with the dildo still stuck in my ass, I went off like someone had turned a switch. I would have screamed if Jack hadn’t been buried so tightly into my throat. My pussy spasmed hard and I grabbed Lloyd’s hair in my fist, grinding my pussy against his lashing tongue, pressing the toy deeper into my stretched, aching asshole.

  “Ohhhh fuck!” I shuddered with my orgasm, managing to disengage from the furious movement of Jack’s pumping hips to get the words out. “Oh god, baby, I’m coming so hard!” But Lloyd already knew, his fingers slipping into my clenching pussy as he fucked me with the dildo, his mouth fastened wetly against my mound, not letting me go.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I whispered over and over as the sensation peaked and then began to recede in deliciously throbbing waves. I looked down at him, kneeling on the floor next to the bed, his eyes hungry, his face wet with my juices, and I abandoned my husband’s cock, sliding down off the bed, too, and kissing Lloyd fully on the mouth.

  He groaned, his tongue brushing mine as I tasted my juices, sucking them out of his mouth, pressing my breasts against his chest. His arms went around me, hands gripping my ass, pulling me into his crotch. Jesus, he was hard! My mouth followed my hands as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down his hips and urging him onto the bed. He sat on the edge as I explored the newness of his cock with my eyes, my hands, my tongue.

  Behind Lloyd, I saw Jack reclining on the bed, his jeans gone now, his hand moving slowly up and down the length of his cock as he watched us. There was no anger or resentment or bitterness in him—just lust, like a dark light turned on behind his eyes. Lloyd’s hand moved through my hair as I sucked him harder, feeling him swelling against my tongue. He was just a little smaller than Jack, but the base was thicker, the hair there much darker, and slightly curved as I took him deep into my throat.

  Watching Jack stroke himself just made me hungrier for more cock. I reached out a hand to him, never stopping my rhythm, opening and closing my hand, a child’s gesture: want. He understood, moving beside Lloyd on the bed, and I happily shifted so I was kneeling between the two of them, a cock in each hand. I stroked them in easy rhythm, watching their eyes on me, the red panties gone now, tangled somewhere under Lloyd’s clothes on the floor, my breasts swaying gently with the motion.

  Lloyd’s hand cupped one of them, feeling the weight, thumbing the nipple, making me moan and lean forward to suck the tip of his cock in to my mouth as a reward. He thrust his hips in time with my motion, squeezing my nipple, tugging. I moaned, my hand moving up and down his shaft as I leaned toward Jack, whose hand had moved to my other breast, fondling it gently. I sucked the tip of Jack’s cock into my mouth, comparing the two—a little saltier, the head thicker than Lloyd’s, the skin not as tight as I stroked him, too.

  “I want you,” I murmured, sitting back as I stroked them both, tugging on two cocks, my pussy so wet I felt it on my thighs. “Both of you.”

  It was all the permission they needed. Jack directed, Lloyd on the bed, me on top, straddling him. The younger man’s hands moved over my hips, my breasts, as I grabbed his cock, positioning my pussy, aiming him. I hadn’t felt anything but my husband’s cock inside of me since…my god, when? College. A party, I thought, just after I’d started dating Jack. Some guy at a fraternity party. Fifteen years ago?

  “Oh fuck.” Lloyd shivered as I slid him inside of me, the sensation of being filled incredible with the dildo still stuck in my ass. His eyes half closed and I leaned down to kiss him, a soft, tender thing. He groaned and wrapped his arms around me, his hips already thrusting. “Oh god, Charlie, you feel so good…”

  “So do you,” I whispered, grinding my hips, his cock the perfect fit. Jack’s hands moved over my ass, and I felt his weight shifting on the bed behind me.

  “You ready, baby?” he murmured, pulling on the butt plug. I moaned against Lloyd’s mouth, clutching his shoulders as my husband removed the toy from my gaping ass.

  “Oh Jack!” I cried, feeling the flesh of his cock pressing against my asshole. I was already lubed up from the toy, but I heard the tell-tale click of the KY anyway.

  “Are you okay?” Lloyd’s eyes widened as I bit my lip, wincing as Jack grabbed my hips, slowing easing his way into the tight, fu
rrowed passage. It closed up so quickly, became resistant so fast.

  “He’s…” I gasped, moaning as I felt the thickest part of him sliding past that last bit of tightness. “Ohhh god he’s fucking my ass.”

  “Ohhhhhh, fuck,” Lloyd said again, grabbing me harder as Jack pressed himself deep into me. “I can feel him…”

  I felt them both—the thick length of Jack’s cock wedged tightly into my ass, Lloyd’s curved arrow buried in my pussy, the two of them separated by a thin wall of flesh, a band of muscle. I squeezed my muscles down there, testing, hearing them both moan with pleasure, and that filled me with lust.

  “Fuck me,” I urged, beginning to rock, the two of them moving in and out. “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

  “You like those cocks, baby?” Jack asked, thrusting deep. His hands gripped my hips as he rocked, Lloyd’s positioned just above his at my waist. The younger man’s hips ground upward, burying his cock into the wet crevice there. “You like having two cocks fucking you?”

  “Yes!” I moaned, giving in to my own humiliating need, burying my face against Lloyd’s neck. “God, yes, yes!”

  There was no explaining it, no thinking, there was nothing but pure sensation. I was completely filled with flesh—hard, thrusting, insistent flesh, their hands on me, cocks pounding in rhythm and then out, my whole pelvis buzzing with their lust. I didn’t want it to end, ever, and I begged them for more, but it was Jack who gave in first, slowing slightly with a groan.

  “Ahhhh fuck, I’m gonna come…”

  “Oh on my ass!” I begged, working my hips, making Lloyd moan beneath me. “Come all over me!”

  “Ahhhh god, now!” He pulled out so suddenly I whimpered with the loss, but his cock exploded immediately and he pumped it against my asshole, shooting hot jets of his cum between the crack of my ass.

  “Oh, wait,” Lloyd begged, but I knew there was no stopping him either, feeling his breath hot against my cheek, the fat swell of his cock, and I reached between us, grabbing his cock and sliding up so I could pump him against my clit. “Ohhhh yeah!”

  He exploded in my hand, his cum spurting hotly over my clit, making me shiver with pleasure and rub it there, taking me almost immediately over the edge I’d been hovering on. I came, too, climaxing hard, rocking between the hard flesh of both men, their hands still holding me tight.

  I couldn’t remember much in those first few moments—my ears were still ringing, my breath coming too fast, making the room seem too bright—but they tucked me between them on the bed and I closed my eyes, feeling the long, lean length of them both, a blanket of flesh, and thought with a little regret that I’d never experience anything quite so amazing for the first time again.

  My only hope, I decided, snuggled happily, blissfully between them, was that we could do it for the second, or third, or fourth time. That might be good enough solace.

  Chapter 9

  I would have thought the morning would bring a measure of awkwardness in the time between impulse and composure, but I woke between the two of them, Jack snoring on my right, his back to my back, and Lloyd already awake, his eyes soft and open, watching me sleep. I didn’t even startle, although I was surprised—I hadn’t woken up beside anyone besides my husband or children for years—and instead I traced the strong line of his jaw with my thumb, wondering what this young man was going to take away from this capricious sexual encounter. Something to tell college roommates perhaps, regaling them with tales about a chance threesome with a MILF and her husband one weekend.

  I knew very well it was nothing more—and the man sleeping behind me was the only one I’d ever want to spend forever with—but there was something youthfully appealing about the other man in my bed, the way he touched me, looked at me. It was so different from Jack, arousingly so, and my body couldn’t help but respond.

  “He’s a lucky man.” Lloyd’s whispered words made my heart melt, and I kissed him softly as a thank you. Our kiss melted us both together in the early light of dawn, his hands moving over my nude form under the covers, pulling my hips in to meet his. His cock stirred against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but remember the times—how many times? Four? Five?—the night before he’d gotten hard, again and again, both of them fucking me in every possible position, from every imaginable angle, until we’d all ended up, sore and exhausted, drinking Dom Perignon and soaking in the big Jacuzzi tub. It was just a brief break, and then we were at it again. I vaguely remembered drifting off.

  My head was still a little swimmy, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of last night’s wine or from Lloyd’s hungry, eager kiss. He hadn’t been kidding about his stamina, I thought, reaching down to squeeze his swollen flesh in my hand, feeling his hips begin to thrust in response. Behind me, Jack slept on, and I wondered for a moment if he would mind this little secret tryst. Last night, he’d been there, always a presence, but now it was just the two of us while Jack dreamed oblivious beside us, Lloyd pulling me on top of him, suckling my breasts and rubbing his cock up and down between the wet crevice of my pussy.

  “Ahhhhh,” Lloyd sighed deeply when I slid him inside of me and I pressed my lips to his.

  “Shh,” I urged, rolling my hips in easy circles, making as little movement on the bed as possible. He caught my rocking rhythm, making almost imperceptible movements around and around, his cock touching my deepest, most secret places. I sat up to straddle him, giving him access to my breasts, and he took advantage of the position, his thumbs working my nipples in the same little circles.

  “Mmm." I couldn’t help the little noises, soft and breathy, as I rode him faster, a little faster still, my clit aching. I guided his hand down there, and he found my pleasure center soon enough, transferring the circles he’d been making around my nipples to my hungry little clit. God, he was beautiful, long and lean, the muscles in his chest and stomach rippling with every movement. I couldn’t stop looking at him, the way his face worked, jaw tightening, releasing, eyes half-closed and sweeping over me as I fucked him.

  “Charlie,” he whispered, and I slowed, already knowing the signs, just squeezing him with my pussy muscles, making him groan softly.

  “Now this is a show worth watching.” Jack’s voice startled me and I glanced over to see him watching, his eyes dark with lust, his hand wrapped around his cock. “Mind if I tape it for posterity?”

  I stared as he got up and opened the laptop sitting on the dresser, the one with the web cam still attached.

  “Jack!” I warned, shaking my head. The last thing I wanted was to end up on YouTube—or worse, YouPorn.

  “Not live,” he assured me, setting the camera up. “Just Memorex. For posterity. You mind, Lloyd?”

  “Ahhhh god.” Lloyd shifted me on top of him, biting his lip as I wiggled in the saddle of his hips. “No, no, I don’t care.”

  “Turn around, baby,” Jack urged, grabbing my hips. I pulled myself off Lloyd’s lap reluctantly, turning to straddle him again, glancing over my shoulder to see him smiling up at me. “Smile for the camera.”

  “Oh stop.” I made a face at Jack as he dug into the night table drawer, bringing out the KY. “What are you…?”

  But I didn’t really have to ask. Jack dribbled a liberal amount of KY over Lloyd’s glistening cock—he was plenty wet from my pussy—and then handed me the tube.

  “Go ahead.”

  I rubbed the KY into Lloyd’s skin, feeling him respond, swelling, anticipating. He knew where I was going to put it, and he wanted it as much as I did. Then I worked a liberal amount of the gooey stuff slowly around the tight ring of my asshole. You would have thought, after the weekend we’d spent, that it would have a little more give, but the human body is an amazing piece of work. My friend Jodi’s comment about it being an “exit only” hole had been, in some ways, right on. That particular orifice would always resist, and I would have to push past that tightness, that control. That was, I thought, part of what made it so appealing.

  “Oooooooooo, wait!” I moaned w
hen Lloyd grabbed and thrust the moment I pressed the head of his cock to the grooved hole of my ass. “Sloooow, baby. Please.” He tried, but he was eager, and my ass hadn’t been stretched for hours.

  “Let me,” I murmured, beginning a slow, steady slide, squeezing his cock, holding it even more rigid as I slid the head past the point of no return. We both sighed at that moment, him in pleasure, me in relief, and looking up at Jack, I remember the first time we’d done this together, how scared I’d been, afraid I was going to split apart.

  “Nice,” Jack remarked, his eyes focused between my legs as I sat fully down on Lloyd’s cock, burying him completely in my ass. Jack’s cock was hard, back in his hand, and I knew just where he was going to want to put it. I wanted it, too, to be sandwiched between them again, fucked open completely by both of them.

  I was still adjusting to feeling of Lloyd’s cock, swollen and throbbing in my ass, when Jack moved between my legs, spreading my thighs and aiming his cock for my pussy. Lloyd took my weight as I leaned back, letting Jack slide the length into my cunt. I felt so full I could barely stand it and I whimpered as my husband began to move, thrusting deep and hard, rocking us all on the bed.