Two Men and a Lady

by Cricket Starr, Lynn LaFleur, Michele R. Bardsley

  He wouldn’t look at her. Oh God. Ben was her one true thing and she’d betrayed him. Her body had betrayed him by allowing Dunley’s touch, but not his. Her soul keened in wild grief.

  “Should I go?” Ben asked.

  “Why don’t you get undressed and join us?” Dunley opened Sarah’s robe, allowing it fall away from her shoulders. “She needs us both.”

  Ben took off the T-shirt then shucked off his jeans, socks, and shoes. Sarah watched, greedy to see his gorgeous, buff body. He was broad-shouldered, with muscular arms and legs and a washboard stomach. His cock was soft, the result of her betrayal no doubt, but still long, still beautiful. With his short blond hair and tall, muscled body, he was the opposite of Dunley in every way.

  Dunley leaned forward, cupped her neck, and brought his lips to her ear. “This is difficult for him. No man wants to share his woman. He loves you so much.” The tip of Dunley’s tongue traced the shell of her ear. “What do you want to do?”

  She wanted to show Ben how much she loved him. How much she needed him. How grateful she was for his love, his support, his devotion. He’d never given up on her. Not once.

  “Ben.” She heard the longing in her own voice. His name on her lips was laden with desire, and she knew he recognized the sounds of her need. His head snapped up, his gaze wide.

  “Sarah?” He climbed on the bed, casting an unsure look at Dunley. “What do we do?”

  She crawled off Dunley and into Ben’s waiting arms. “I love you.” She cried, sobs of sorrow and of joy racking her body. Her husband’s arms closed around her and she felt his strength, the same strength that had kept her buoyed in a churning sea for so long.

  “I want you,” she whispered. She cupped his face, stared into his tearful blue eyes. “We can’t go back, baby. I’m changed forever. So are you. And this—if we do this, it’s something we can’t change. I want you and I want Dunley. I want to feel again. I want to desire again.” She kissed him, soft and gentle. “You are all that matters to me. I never, ever want to hurt you.”

  “I will do whatever it takes, Sarah,” Ben said, as the tears in his eyes fell down his cheeks. “I love you. And that is the one thing that will never change.”

  He kissed her, a slow meeting of the lips that made Sarah’s heart pound. He kissed her in the same way he had on their first date. The unsure movements of his mouth echoing that first kiss made her smile. Happiness curled through her.

  She sighed into his mouth, suckling his bottom lip, tracing the upper one before spearing the seam. He tasted like mints. Like ocean. Like love. He groaned and she swallowed the sound, angling her head to taste more of him. His tongue danced with hers. They hadn’t kissed like this since…never mind.

  The past’s sharp claws had been embedded in her soul too many months. One by one, she would pry them out so that her wounds would heal. And she would heal. This time, nothing and no one would drag her back into the monster’s grasp.

  Ben released her mouth and slid his lips along her jaw. Desire speared her, prickles of awareness driving a spike of heat into her groin. Her breathing shallowed as his mouth traveled along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, and slowly, too slowly, along the line of her right breast.

  “Sarah,” he murmured. His warm breath goose pimpled her skin. His tongue traced the areola then she felt his hesitant taste of her nipple. He licked and laved and she knew he wanted to show her the pleasure he’d once given to her. She arched her back and pressed his head against her chest.

  His groan shuddered across her flesh as his lips clamped the nipple and suckled it into a taunt, aching peak. His other hand cupped her left breast, kneading it, two fingers pinching its hardening point.

  “Let me love you,” Sarah said, pushing on his shoulders.

  As he lowered to the bed, she tossed off the robe. She looked at Ben. His eyes were glazed, his body trembling, and his cock growing and hardening. God, he was beautiful. Ben. Her Ben.

  “I know what you need.” She leaned forward and rubbed her nipples down his smooth chest, thrilling at his groans, his shudders. Her tongue lapped his flat brown nipples. She kissed the ridges of his stomach, swiped each hip with a wet kiss then…whoa. She took a deep breath, pushed aside the residual fear, and kissed the tip of his cock.

  “Sarah?”

  She looked at him, at the need he tried to hide, at the hope that glittered with his concern.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered.

  She suckled the tip, dipping into the tiny hole and was rewarded by a taste of pre-come. Her tongue swirled the ridge of his head again and again until his hands fisted the sheets and his thighs trembled. She slid her tongue down his shaft, peppering it with tiny kisses and quick licks. She cupped his balls, playing with them before lowering her mouth to each one, suckling and laving. Then she returned to his shaft, to the tip, and she put it into her mouth, slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken it all.

  “Sarah. Oh God.”

  Desire pounded an ancient rhythm, as strong as the fear, the memories threatening to overwhelm. No. Please. It’s good, so good. I can do this!

  She took Ben into her mouth again, all the way to the base. She loved giving him head. She used to do it all the time, used to surprise him with blowjobs at the oddest times, the weirdest places. It turned her on to fuck him with her mouth, to taste the essential maleness of him, to drink the cream of his desire.

  They’d gone to an old movie house to see Casablanca. No one was in the tiny theatre. Only one person ran the ticket booth and candy counter. They were alone. Ben loved the old black-and-white film as much as she did and he tried to do Bogart all the time. He made her laugh with his bad impression of “Here’s lookin‘ at you, kid.”

  She’d gotten on her knees, unzipped his jeans, and taken his sweet cock into her mouth, giving him a blowjob just as the film started. The music of the opening credits rose and fell, just as her lips and tongue rose and fell. He came into her mouth and she drank from him, licking every delicious drop from his trembling cock.

  The memory was all she needed to beat back the terror. Like riding a bicycle. You never forget how to do it. Her mouth quivered with the familiarity of his cock sliding between her lips. Her tongue ravaged the hard length, licking, stroking. She took all of him as she went down again and again.

  God, she was turned on. Her pussy was wet and needy, tight with an ache she wanted Ben to assuage. Soon. Soon, Sarah, you’ll be able to fuck him.

  His buttocks tensed and his hips lifted slightly as he came. She drank from his thrusting cock, swallowing his seed with a feminine satisfaction she hadn’t felt in a while.

  When his penis stopped its orgasmic quiver, she lifted her head and smiled at him. He rose on his elbows, tears once again in his eyes.

  “That was amazing,” said a male voice.

  They both turned toward Dunley. Sarah had forgotten he was still on the bed. Her only thoughts had been of Ben, of his pleasure, and hers.

  “I enjoyed it.” A grin twisted his lips as he pointed at his straining cock. “But I still need a little something more.”

  “Dunley…” Sarah looked at Ben. Pleasuring her husband’s cock had been a huge, huge step for her. But she knew making the next leap wasn’t going to be easy. Could she stand a man’s body hovering over hers? Fucking her pussy? Would it be too much like the rape? Or would those horrible memories finally go to the grave with the man who’d perpetrated the violence?

  And two men? Her heart pounded as cold fear wound through her like an evil, slimy snake. She had to get through this. She was standing at the edge of the abyss and she knew it. This so-called therapy…it was her last chance. She had tried everything else…and it all failed.

  Dunley patted the space between him and Ben. “C’mon, Sarah. Let’s have some fun.”

  She turned from Dunley to stare at her husband. Would Ben enjoy this? Would it change their relationship for the better…or the worse? He nodded as if to reassure her that yes
, he would share her with Dunley. Renewed desire rippled through her. Two men…

  Ben sat up, leaned forward, and cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her jawline. “Sweet Sarah.” He brushed her lips with his, “Let us pleasure you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Sarah lay between the two men, trembling in fearful anticipation. She and Ben had enjoyed many sexual adventures, but never a threesome. Would this experience truly be what she needed?

  Dunley and Ben stretched out on either side of her. Dunley looked ready to devour her and Ben looked just as hungry, though she saw the uncertainty tingeing his gaze. Was he worried about her? Or about sharing her?

  “What do you want, Sarah?” asked Dunley.

  She licked her lips. Here I go… “I want you to play with my breasts.”

  “Which one of us?” asked Ben.

  Sarah laughed. “Honey, I have two boobs and two men with two mouths. How about you each take one?”

  Ben leaned forward and cupped her breast, suckling the soft peak and laving it to hardness with his tongue. Sarah’s eyes drifted closed and she sighed against the lovely assault. Then she felt Dunley’s hand on her other breast, cupping and kneading, then…oh yes, then his mouth encircled her nipple.

  Heat flooded her as Dunley and Ben played with her breasts, their mouths warm and wet and hungry, their hands drifting down her rib cage, over her hip, down the inside of her thigh, then up again. She squirmed and moaned, arching up, offering her breasts as sacrifice, as penance.

  Lust made her wet, made her slick and needy. She lifted her hips, a silent begging, then felt a hand slide into her curls. A finger diddled her clit, then parted the folds of her pussy and dipped inside.

  “Oh God. Oh yes.” She pumped against the teasing fingers, pressed against the palm cupping her pussy, and all the while Dunley and Ben loved on her breasts, their hands stroking, touching, burning. Both men pressed against her and she felt the thick lengths of their penises against her thighs.

  “Sarah,” Ben breathed in ear, his lips against her temple, his thumb and finger squeezed her hard nipple. “Baby, I want you.”

  “Take me,” she whispered.

  “Let’s try something,” said Dunley. “Sarah, get on top of Ben and I’ll get on top of you.”

  Ben stretched out and she crawled onto her husband. Dunley grabbed something from the nightstand table, then kneeled at her and Ben’s feet. She looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m not sure I can…” She swallowed the knot in her throat. “Are you going to…”

  “Relax. All you have to do is say, ‘Stop, Dunley’.”

  She nodded. Ben was ready for her, his cock hard and thick, his eyes glazed with passion. The whole experience had turned him on, not off, as she had feared. His pleasure was her pleasure. She lowered her pussy onto his cock and let her inner muscles stroke him.

  As she stretched out over him, she whispered, “Fuck me.”

  He did as she asked, his smooth, long strokes filling her. Her clit trembled, her over-sensitized body reaching for release.

  Then she felt the plastic tip of a lubricant tube inserted into her anus. She tensed as she felt the cold gel fill her. She and Ben had never had anal sex. The only time she’d ever had a penis in her ass was during the rape.

  Panic threatened. She’d come too far, sacrificed too much, to allow terror to overwhelm her now. The only way to get over her fear, to beat back the darkness that haunted her, was to free her body, and her mind, from that horrible night. She relaxed, welcoming Dunley as he grasped her hips and worked his penis into her tight anus.

  “Are you okay?” Ben kissed away her answer. His movements gentled and he kissed her again, his tongue matching the slow rhythm of his cock.

  Her body tingled, rivulets of fire and need prickling through her. Dunley filled her ass with his cock and she trembled from fear, yes, but also from desire. The slow penetration of two dicks felt strange, but pleasurable. Together, they waited for her to assimilate the sensations. One gorgeous man below, the love of her life, and one gorgeous man above, the kind stranger who showed the way back to pleasure. “I’m ready, Dunley.”

  Dunley’s slow rhythm matched Ben’s. The movements and moans, the skin slick with sweat, and push of flesh on flesh overwhelmed her. Dunley offered a gentle domination, his warm hands cupping her ass as he penetrated her. Ben’s hands curved around her hips, his penis sliding into her pussy with lustful precision.

  Soon, lazy fucking wasn’t enough. She wanted more…much more.

  “Harder,” she said.

  Ben bucked under her, his cock pumping, and Dunley’s grip tightened as he worked his dick in and out of her ass. She moved too, no longer passive in her desire. They all fucked each other, sweating and groaning. Her breasts scraped Ben’s chest and her buttocks slapped against Dunley’s hips.

  Heat coiled low in her belly, arrowing to her core, blooming like a fire flower. “Oh God,” she moaned. “More! Fuck me harder! Make me come!”

  Their movements were frantic now, and the feel of Dunley’s penis plowing her ass and Ben’s cock fucking her pussy put her into orgasm overload. The pleasure rippled through her, a wave of blinding bliss that made her scream.

  She had barely caught her breath when she felt Ben tense. He pushed deeply inside her, groaning his release as his seed spilled. She kissed him, still turned on, still enjoying Dunley’s ass-fucking. Ben’s dick slipped out of her pussy and rubbed along her clit.

  “Baby…”

  Sarah captured Ben’s lips again, warring with his tongue, feeling the aching creep of another orgasm as her clit slid along the length of Ben’s penis and her ass smacked against Dunley’s hips. “Oh Ben,” she whispered, as she moved against him, her clit throbbing, her second orgasm a few strokes away.

  “I’m coming, Sarah,” gasped Dunley. “Your ass is so tight, so sweet. Ooooohhhh.”

  As he came, his dick throbbing against her sensitive ass tissues, she came again, too, shuddering and joyful, collapsing onto Ben’s chest.

  * * * * *

  In the ugly cheer of the institutional room, curled in a fetal position on the hard bed, Titiana Miller dreamed. It was the same dream…the surreal memory replayed of the last night she and Miranda and Dunley had been together. Ti and Miranda lived in an apartment off-campus and they hadn’t been able to afford furniture, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except that Miranda loved her. And Dunley, too.

  She’d come home from class to find the bare living room dotted with lit candles. On the floor she saw a checkered blanket, a picnic basket, and a chilled bottle of wine with three glasses.

  Miranda stood by the window that looked into the street below and next to her, a tall, lean man with shaggy hair, dark eyes, and a sweet smile. When Dunley had come into their lives, Ti knew then, right then, Miranda had found the one they’d been looking for…the man who would give them a child.

  Her lover, her best friend, her partner in parenthood crossed the room, tears in her eyes, and kissed Ti with passion and excitement. Ti discarded her backpack and purse, and returned that kiss. Miranda’s mouth tasted sweet and minty, her tongue swirling with Ti’s until the flames of lust licked at them…

  “Let’s make love,” said Miranda, her happy gaze flickering with desire. She cupped Ti’s breasts and brushed the nipples with her thumbs. Then her nimble fingers unbuttoned the Oxford shirt and reached around to unclasp the simple lace bra, as Ti eagerly shed the rest of her clothing. Miranda kissed her breasts, teasing the nipples to hardness, her hand drifted down Ti’s stomach to the cunt already slick with need.

  She didn’t remember how she’d gotten onto the floor, didn’t remember when Miranda or Dunley had gotten naked, too. It was as if she’d awakened in a beautiful fantasy. The three of them rolled around on the fuzzy blanket, kissing and touching and suckling until they were panting and groaning and sweat pearled their skin. She’d never been so turned on, so fulfilled, so joyful.

  She’d lost her virginity with Mir
anda. They had penetrated each other with dildos and neither had ever had a male cock before Dunley. She liked fucking Dunley, but not even he could replace Miranda in her heart.

  Miranda lay on her back and Ti crawled slowly up her beautiful body. She kissed her rounded hips, her trembling stomach, but didn’t linger anywhere for long. She was too eager for Miranda’s breasts, to taste the nipples, to sample and delight in the woman she loved.

  Then Miranda flipped Ti to the side and she felt Dunley behind her, his hard cock nestled against her buttocks as he cupped her ass and kissed her shoulders. Miranda kissed her, her slim fingers dancing along Ti’s rib cage, across her hip, down to her leg. Ti gasped as Miranda stroked her clit.

  “Lift your leg,” whispered Dunley.

  She did, and he slid down, just a little, and worked his thick cock into her wet, tight pussy. She shuddered at the contact, awash in desire and lust, as Miranda cupped her breasts then gently pinched and twisted the nipples.

  “Oh God,” moaned Ti.

  Ti loved the glazed look of Miranda’s eyes. Her lover was close to orgasm. Ti lowered her lips to Miranda’s sweet nipples and suckled, laved, teased.

  “My beautiful ladies,” said Dunley. “Let’s fuck.”

  Miranda pressed close to Ti. Their breasts mashed and their clits rubbed against each other; Dunley wrapped his arms around Miranda’s buttocks, and she wrapped hers around his, then both of them held on to Ti and fucked her.

  The rhythm was perfect. Dunley’s cock pumped into her, short, quick strokes that made her pussy pulsate. Miranda moved, too, her hard little nipples scraping Ti’s breasts, her wet cunt sliding against Ti’s.

  Miranda moaned, increased her pace, and pressed closer still. “Oh God, baby. I’m going to come.” She was frantic now, pumping her hips against Ti’s, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Watching Miranda’s ecstasy increased Ti’s pleasure. She felt the rolling wave of bliss already threatening…

  Miranda cried out, her hips jerking against Ti’s as she came. Ti’s pussy throbbed, and the orgasm claimed her in a burst of pleasure so intense, she grabbed Miranda’s hips and arched. They held each other, gasping and panting. Little waves of bliss still claimed them when Dunley plunged his cock deep and hard inside Ti and came, crying out as his seed spilled.