by Vivian Ward
I lift my hips, allowing Harley to remove my stockings as he pushes my dress up over my hips, exposing my panties. His fingers loop around the lace trim as he slides them down my thighs and I feel the cool air against my wetness. But it doesn’t last long because the coolness is replaced with his warm mouth. His tongue traces slow, tight circles around my clitoris as he pushes a finger inside of me.
This time, Rocco’s unable to swallow my moan, and that’s when he grabs my head, pulling me even closer to him as we continue kissing. Raking my nails along the back of his neck, his breathing becomes heavier. It’s one thing that absolutely turns him on, and I continue doing it until he breaks our kiss and pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts.
He takes the one closest to him and begins sucking and biting my nipple—it’s the one of the many things he does that turns me on—and, soon, Harley follows suit. Watching both of them on each of my breasts is exhilarating. Arching my back, I encourage them to continue until Rocco’s hand runs down my torso until he reaches my pussy. His finger glides over my clitoris before he pushes it inside my soaking slit. I moan in pleasure and spread my legs to give him better access, and that’s when Harley joins him, fingering me with him.
With both of their fingers inside of me, I’m so fucking turned on and feel a slow, strong orgasm building. Both of them are so damn good at reading my body language and kick up the heat a couple hundred degrees. Rocco leans up, kissing me while Harley continues working on my breasts and they’re both so focused on me that it’s pure bliss. Reaching down, I grab Rocco’s dick and begin stroking it. He’s rock hard.
“Fuck, Jules,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I lean over and kiss him before turning over and say, “Come here,” to both of them as I pat the bed.
Like obedient puppies following their master, they come to the top of the bed and lay side by side while I get on my knees in between them. Simultaneously, I take each of their cocks in my hand and begin stroking them. Harley’s just as turned on as Rocco and just to tease them, I bend down, taking turns sucking their cocks.
Both of them have always been able to last quite a while in bed but tonight, they look like they’re about to lose it. Sitting up, I wipe the slobber from my mouth and smile before I climb on top of Rocco. Lowering my hips, I take him all the way in and start riding him.
Harley stands up and walks to the side of the bed where he grabs my hair and guides my mouth back to his cock. Sucking his dick, I continue riding my husband while both of them play with my breasts.
“Fuck, babe,” Rocco sucks in a deep breath. “You feel so good.” Pushing his hips up, he manages to get even deeper inside me and starts fucking me fast and hard. My tits bounce at full speed while we both come together. It’s almost impossible to moan with Harley still in my mouth but, somehow, a few moans escape every now and then when Harley’s cock leaves the back of my throat.
After we ride out each other’s orgasms, I feel completely spent but it’s not over. Collapsing on the bed next to him, Harley climbs on top of me. His thick cock slides right through the mixture of mine and Rocco’s come and it feels amazing. The thought of him fucking Rocco’s come deeper inside of me turns me on and, suddenly, I’m ready to go all over again.
Hooking my legs around his waist, I pull him deep inside of me as Rocco leans over to kiss me while I’m being fucked. My mind can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Rocco’s come being pounded into my cervix, and I don’t last long. A strong, rolling orgasm comes on and Harley fucks me harder, making sure he hits my G-spot with every stroke he delivers until I’m panting so hard that I can’t see straight.
My thighs burn from having my legs spread for so long that I don’t think I can go anymore. Just as I’m about to suggest we switch up our positions and have him get behind me, I feel his balls contract and a guttural groan escapes his throat. He comes so hard that I can feel his cock pulsating inside me.
By the time we’re finished, all three of us are a sweaty, breathless mess and every bit of my makeup is smeared around my eyes. “Fuck,” I hiss, getting off the bed. “I need to go clean up.”
“Get ready for round two,” Rocco teases as I make my way to the bathroom.
“I don’t think so,” I laugh. “My legs are on fire and I can’t even walk straight.”
“That’s how you know it was good,” Harley chimes in as he winks at me.
Chapter 20
Rocco
Seeing Jules with Harley was even better than I could’ve ever imagined. The way she took both of us in her mouth, taking turns on us, was mind-blowing. I thought I’d get jealous seeing them together but it never happened. Not even once. Watching them be intimate with each other was an eye-opening experience. Now that I’ve seen the true side of their relationship, I can tell there’s a lot more to it than just sex.
The way that they look at each other is intoxicating. I can tell that they love one another, and it doesn’t bother me at all. I’m happy to share Jules with someone else who looks at her the way I do. The three of us have had many threesomes since that night and, sometimes, Harley sleeps on the other side of her. I know a lot of couples could never live this kind of lifestyle but it’s different because I love both of them. Before all of this, I never thought I’d admit this but I can finally be openly bi.
I’ve always seen Harley as more than a best friend but I’d never say it in a million years. But having two people I love who also love each other? It doesn’t get any better than that. It also makes me happy that for once in his life, Harley finally has a good girl—one who appreciates him and is good to him.
I wish Harley would come to work with me because the city keeps giving me one job after another and I could really use him. But, he’s still insistent that he wants to watch over Jules and protect her from the creeps at the bar, which I totally get. I’m grateful that he takes care of our girl.
Wow, that’s something I never thought I’d say either.
Our girl.
I’d consider myself a very lucky man. Our marriage has completely changed, we’re in our new house, and everything seems to be falling into place. For once, it seems like things are going in our favor.
Harley and I were pinky swore by Jules to get ready for a special dinner that she has planned tonight. I don’t know what the occasion is but we started this trio six months ago so we’re assuming she wants to celebrate. And I can’t say that I blame her because it’s been pretty blissful getting to have your cake and eat it, too.
We’re hanging out in the garage, having a couple of beers, because she’s kicked us out of the house while she prepares everything. I don’t know what we’re having but it smells delicious and after not getting much of a lunch break today, I’m starving.
“Are you guys almost ready to eat?” She calls out to the garage from the kitchen door.
“Yes!” We both yell back at her. “I’m starved,” I say.
“Okay,” she giggles. “Come on in, it’s ready!”
We’re stunned when we walk in and see how fancy the table arrangement is. She’s went all out with a crisp, white tablecloth, special wineglasses (that she’d never let us use before tonight), and silver domes with neatly arranged cutlery next to them in each of our spots.
“Wow, babe, this looks amazing,” Harley says, giving her a kiss before he pulls her chair out.
“Thank you,” she takes her seat. “Go ahead and sit with me.”
The two of us obediently take our seats, wondering when the hell we can eat but we both know her so well that we know if we touch anything before she says we can, she’ll have a fit. So the two of us impatiently wait to dig in.
“I know I’ve been driving you guys crazy with the smell of all the food but before we have dinner, I thought we’d start with something special that I prepared for you.”
She’s killing me! My mouth is watering and I can’t wait to put something in my stomach. “What is it?” I ask as she gets u
p from the table and brings two small bowls—one for Harley and me—and places them in front of us. “Is this applesauce?” She knows how much I love pork chops and applesauce, but it’s weird because I don’t smell pork—it smells more like beef. Maybe steak?
Laughing, she says, “Just give it a try.”
Harley and I look at each other before taking a bite. Once I have it in my mouth, I’m surprised to learn that it’s not applesauce. It’s….banana sauce. But it’s actually quite good. Although, at this point, I’d probably eat anything.
“Did you make this with the new food processor that you bought? It tastes really good; though, I might use a little more sugar next time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. I’m glad you like it,” she says with a pleasing smile on her face. Once we’re done with our tiny appetizer bowls, she removes them from the table and tells us we can open the silver dome lids that are in front of us.
Everything looks and smells wonderful. There’s beef tenderloin, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn on the cob. “Nice! You really went all out, didn’t you?” I ask, digging into my food.
“I did,” she announces proudly. “Does everything taste okay?”
Harley nods, “It tastes so good! You have no idea.”
She smiles, knowing damn well she’s an excellent cook. The three of us sit and chat while having dinner. For the most part, it’s an ordinary night but she pulled out all the stops to make it perfect. “Are you guys ready for dessert?” She asks.
“There’s more?” I reply. “Yes, bring on the dessert! What are we having?” She walks over to the counter and returns with a plate of yellow cupcakes. The mounds of white icing are so high on them that I think they might put me in a sugar coma but I’ll go into one as a happy man. When I take a bite, all I can taste is the sugary icing and the butter she used to make the cake batter—it’s to die for!
“This was really sweet of you to go through all this trouble for our six month anniversary,” Harley says as he sinks his teeth into his cupcake.
Jules eyebrows furrow and she says, “Six month anniversary?”
Harley and I look at each other and immediately think, ‘Oh shit!’ Because the expression is written on both of our faces. Did we fuck up? Then what is tonight? It’s not her birthday, it’s not mine or Harley’s birthday, and it’s not our wedding anniversary. My mind begins panicking as I try to remember what today is but it keeps coming up blank. Neither of us answer her, scared that we’ve both messed up.
After a solid minute goes by, she finally lets out a giggle and smiles. “Are you guys worried?” Harley refuses to answer, pretending to have his mouth stuffed with cupcake and drops the ball in my lap. “It’s okay, you guys won’t know what today is so I’ll just tell you.”
Harley and I both let out a sigh of relief and he finally swallows his food. Asshole, I mouth to him while Jules gets up from the table, clearing the plates. He grins and shrugs because he’s notorious for letting me test the waters when it comes to Jules. A few moments later, Jules returns to the kitchen with two rectangle boxes—one for each of us. Now I’m really confused because they’re wrapped in shiny silver paper with little bows on the top. “What is this?” Harley asks.
Her eyebrows shoot up and she says, “Open them and see!”
She’s always loved to buy little gifts and give surprises but she usually doesn’t cook a big meal and make dessert to go along with it. My spidey senses tell me that something’s up, I just haven’t figured it out yet. We both eye her suspiciously as we tear off the paper and open the little boxes.
My jaw drops and I immediately want to start crying when I see the pregnancy test with a little pink plus sign. “Jules!” I say, getting on my knees as I hug her belly. “Are you really?”
She nods, giggling. “I really am!”
Harley says, “Yes!” And does a fist pump in the air as he jumps up from the table, running to wrap his arms around her, squeezing her tight. “Fuck yeah!”
We’ve waited so long that I never thought it’d happen and now that it has, all I want to do is hug her and cry. We’re finally going to be parents! Just as I start to think about how I’m going to brag to everyone, Jules bursts my bubble.
“But we can’t tell anyone yet,” she says as though she can read my mind. “I missed my period last week so I thought I’d take a test yesterday. When it was positive, I couldn’t believe it so I took another test this morning and got the same result.”
“Well, that’s great! It means you’re finally pregnant,” Harley says. “Aren’t you happy?”
“Oh, I’m ecstatic! But I don’t want to tell anyone until I’m out of my first trimester—in case I miscarry or anything. Plus, it’s supposed to be bad luck if you tell before that, so we’re going to wait until I’m out of the clear.”
“Wait,” I say. “Is there something wrong? Have you seen your doctor yet?”
She laughs, “No, there’s nothing wrong. And I haven’t had time to make an appointment yet but I’ll do it first thing tomorrow. I wanted to tell you guys the good news first.”
“Oh my God, baby, we did it!” I stand up and hug her, rubbing her tiny stomach.
“Yes, we did,” she says, kissing both of us. “And I think we should go celebrate!”
Harley and I look at each other and take her right here in the kitchen. After some kissing, fingering, and stripping her clothes away, we each pick her up—me taking the front and Harley taking the back.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck with her breasts plastered to the front of my chest as we find our rhythm, giving her a double penetration. She’s so wet and knowing that I’m fucking my pregnant wife turns me on so much. Harley must be as excited as I am because neither of us last very long, but we both make sure she gets off before we do. When we’re done, there’s a pool of come on the floor from both of us filling each of her holes.
She looks at the mess on the tile and says, “Umm, I don’t think we can do this as soon as the baby can start crawling,” she laughs.
“I’ll clean it up,” I say. She assumes I mean the floor, but she’s wrong.
I drop to my knees and spread her legs apart as she stands over me with Harley still embracing her and use my tongue to begin licking her clean. The mixture of all three of us is the best thing I’ve ever tasted and I lap up every last drop until all of the come is gone, but I don’t stop there. With Harley holding her up, I trace tiny figure 8’s on her clit until she’s almost ready to come again and then I plunge my tongue deep inside of her.
“Oh, fuck,” she says as her legs quiver.
I look up in her eyes and watch them flutter while I grab hold of her ass to help steady her as she comes all over my face.
“Rocco,” she whispers when she’s finally finished riding out her orgasm on my tongue. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”
Smiling at her, I say, “I know.” She playfully smacks me as Harley helps her stand upright. “You should sleep well tonight,” I say. “As hard as you came.”
She looks around the kitchen and waves her hand. “You know, I’m actually pretty tired. I think I’ll clean up all of this tomorrow. Why don’t we all go to bed?”
Within an hour, Harley’s leg is partially wrapped around her body as the two of them snore. I can’t stop staring at my beautiful wife who’s going to be a mother.
Chapter 21
Jules
“Rocco, come quick! The baby’s starting to kick again!”
The poor guys have been trying like crazy to feel the baby kick but have been unsuccessful. I wish Harley were home right now so he could feel the baby moving too but he promised one of our mutual friends that he’d help them move tonight.
“Let me see,” Rocco rushes over to me. He eagerly places his hand on my belly—in the wrong spot, so I readjust him—and waits to feel the baby start to move. Almost a minute goes by before he starts to frown. “That little brat’s never going to let me feel it kicking, is it?”
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sp; “Be patient,” I say. “It’s not like I can make the baby move on demand. Sometimes it’ll be real active for a long time and sometimes it’s tiny bursts of activity. Just keep waiting.”
The baby’s still so small that sometimes it’s hard to feel from the outside but I’m not feeling it move on the inside now either, so I try moving around to see if I can make the baby move. A few seconds go by and it lets off a few tiny kicks. Rocco’s eyes widen in surprise as he presses his hand firmer against my stomach.
“Shit! I can feel it! I felt our baby kick!”
He’s so proud of himself and can’t stop gloating. “See, I told you that you just have to be patient.”
“Yeah,” he says, kissing my stomach. “When is your ultrasound appointment again?”
“Next Thursday. Remember?”
“Oh, that’s right. For some reason, I thought Tuesday.”
“Nope, it’s Thursday and then I’m going to go shopping on Friday when you get paid,” I smile.
Lord knows I’ll have plenty of time. Right after the guys found out that I was pregnant, both of them insisted that I quit my job at the bar. They didn’t want me around all the cigarette smoke and they were both worried if a fight broke out that I’d get hurt.
“Yeah, that’ll be nice. Do you like not working or is it starting to drive you crazy?”
I shrug. “Eh, I have days where I like sleeping in and staying in bed all day but sometimes I go a little stir crazy being home all the time.”
“I’m sure all that will change once you have the baby. You’ll be plenty busy then.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
There’s a long pause of silence between the two of us before Rocco starts to say something but stops himself.
“What? What were you going to say?” I ask.
“Nothing. I don’t know.”
“What was it?” I ask.
He looks up into my eyes with his head still on my lap before sitting up. “I don’t know. I was just thinking.” When he stops talking, I bulge my eyes and nod my head as I try to extract the words out of him. “Well, what if….I know this sounds stupid, but what if the baby is Harley’s and it’s not mine?”