by Lea Bronsen
She couldn’t help staring when Mica broke off to stop the shower, pick up a piece of soap on the side of the tub, and make it foam in his hands. The fresh, flowery scent of lavender drifted to her.
While Todd leaned forward to steal kisses from his mouth, Mica soaped his lover’s large chest and shoulders, caressing toned muscles before moving down to his six-pack. Seconds later he had his hand on Todd’s amazing erection and stroked it up and down, his expert fingers gliding easily on the hard, soaped-up shaft.
She swallowed a gasp. She had never seen anything sexier.
Imagine if he soaped me up like this and then stroked my breasts and slid a finger inside….
Her pussy reacted instantly, opening and wetting.
But she had declined his invitation. She shifted on her knees and tried to ignore her excitement.
Not once breaking off the kiss, Todd took the soap from Mica’s hands with a deep, guttural moan and returned the gesture, leaving foam all over Mica’s tanned skin, from his shoulders to his tight ass.
The soap dropped into the water with a muted clonk. The two men stood close together again, embracing each other, their smooth, lathered bodies gliding skin to skin in an erotic dance.
With a growl, Mica reached between them and grabbed Todd’s cock again. “Fuck, I can’t resist you.”
“Me neither. I want you.” Todd kneaded both of Mica’s butt cheeks with large hands.
Mica laughed. “You dirty....” He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it in front of Todd’s lips.
Todd’s tongue flipped out, curled around Mica’s, and dove inside his mouth. Their lust looked so urgent, Anne’s mouth watered, and her breath hitched.
Todd backed off, panting. “Mmm, that was hot.”
Mica heaved for breath, staring at Todd’s lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, if we not rinse this soap off, we slip in the tub.”
“Ha ha! I can’t think of a better way to die.” Todd reached for Mica’s face, pressed his cheeks in his hands, and sucked on his lower lip. “With your cock buried deep inside me.”
“As you wish.” Not breaking their connection, Mica reached to his side and turned the shower knob again. As the spray wetted them, running water pushed the white foam down their slick bodies in swirling rivulets.
Dark eyes hardening, Mica put his stiff cock between Todd’s legs, pushed him against the wall, and lifted him with his hands underneath Todd’s ass. Todd laughed. Pinned to the tiles, he wrapped his legs around Mica’s thighs and put his arms around his neck. She couldn’t tell if Mica had penetrated him or not, but from their loud moans and Mica’s suggestive back and forth moves of his hips, it seemed like he had.
Oh mon Dieu….
She turned back to the two machines, closed her eyes, and tried to block out the lustful sounds behind her. Not from bashfulness but because witnessing the scene began to hurt. Despite the incredible eroticism, she couldn’t believe Mica played in such a way in front of her. Was he blind to her feelings?
She wanted to believe he did it on purpose to create distance. Maybe the thought of leaving hurt him, too. Or being with Todd left him no choice, and this was his way of coping.
Whatever the cause, the smartest thing for her to do was keep the jealousy and hurt at bay by reminding herself that Mica and Todd were meant for each other. Even if they, by some miracle of fate, met again later in life….
Brian’s voice came through the door. “Anne!”
Bang—she hit her forehead against the washer door. The hair on the back of her neck rose. She didn’t have enough time to get out of the bathroom. Technically, she wasn’t doing anything wrong, but still couldn’t help feeling like a cheater for being in the same room as the two lovers while they played.
“Anne!” He called again from the hall, making her shiver.
The door opened. Slowly, she turned around, muscles tense.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brian’s face peeked inside, hazel eyes finding her kneeling on the floor. “There you are, sweetie!” With a big smile, he blew into the bathroom, brandishing a dark brown bottle in one hand and a couple of shot glasses in the other. His white shirt danced with the movement.
“Hey.” Her cheeks heated more with each second.
His smile cooled. “Wha—” He turned to the two boys to his right.
Limbs tangled, Todd and Mica stood under the running water like two naked statues frozen in time, staring at him through wet locks of hair.
Brian glanced from them to her and back to them, wide-eyed.
A heavy silence sank on the constricted space.
Unable to stand the tension any longer, she turned back to the tumbling dryer and fixed her eyes on a spot in the glass door. Hands clutching the silky front of her dress, she awaited Brian’s reaction. When cold reality sank in on him, he would no doubt explode. His wife was watching two nude men in a sex scene. Surely it came close to his secretive porn watching, but in such a tense moment, he would not see the connection.
Instead of an explosion, Todd chuckled. “Don’t worry, Mica.”
“What you mean?”
Stiff like a corpse, she pivoted to look back at the tub.
Todd sent Brian a glance with a big grin. “He likes it.”
She followed Mica’s incredulous look to Brian, who stared back without a word, cheeks coloring, bottle and glasses still in his hands.
She didn’t know what to say or do. Her muscles relaxed as relief washed over her. She let out the breath she’d held. Drops of sweat ran along her spine and between her breasts. She flattened the front of her dress and found the black silk crumpled from her grip. Merde. But anything was better than Brian’s disappointment.
“Set me down, honey.” Todd’s voice was sweet.
When Mica let him drop into the water with a splash, she realized there had been no penetration, and her jealousy stung a little less.
“What is going on?” Hands hanging at his sides, Mica gazed from one to the other. When neither of the guys replied, he turned to her and widened his dark eyes as if asking, You know anything about this?
She shrugged. Of course Brian’s reaction had something to do with what happened in the garage earlier, but it wasn’t her place to tell anyone.
Brian watched the two aroused guys, a strange gleam burning in his hazel eyes. As if to hide a smile, he covered his mouth and moustache with the bottle-holding hand. Then he seemed to make up his mind and carefully placed the small glasses on the countertop next to the sink near her.
“A-are you okay?” She stood to her full height, knees trembling as if made of Jell-O. She put her hands on the washer for balance.
He uncorked the bottle and filled a glass. The rich brown-orange liquid emanated the woodsy scent of cognac. He put it to his lips and swallowed all the liquor at once before filling both glasses with a sigh.
Mica glared. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” His hard-on had slackened.
“Wait, honey.” Smiling, Todd began to stroke his own erection.
She blinked from the astonishing, erotic sight. Was she dreaming? Or was the Kir playing tricks with her brain?
Cheeks pink, Brian put the bottle on the countertop, turned around with both glasses in hand, and, to her surprise, brought one to Mica. “Here. Have one with us. It’s the finest French brandy.”
Mica stared at him with a frown, but took the glass and had a sip. “Hmm, pretty nice. What we celebrating?” He handed Todd the remaining drink.
“Celebrating?” Brian shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s what we’re doing. Before anything, I have an apology to make.”
“Yes?”
Brian cleared his throat. “I haven’t been fair to you guys. I’ve treated you like shit, while….”
Still grinning, Todd downed the drink and handed Brian the empty glass. “While what?”
“While the truth is, you’re really great, funny guys, and really…um…good-looking.”
Mica’s eyes widened. “G
ood…looking?”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” Brian nodded, a reddish hue spreading to his throat and ears. “Better than good-looking. And I honestly can’t have peace of mind until I’ve apologized. It doesn’t help to say that life forced me to be a jerk. I have a responsibility, too.”
Mica checked Todd’s reaction, but he only grinned, a fist slowly pumping his thick, purple erection.
“How you know about this?”
Todd shrugged and held Mica’s look. “Honey, sometimes things are better left unexplained.”
Mica stared for a moment before nodding agreement. Anne silently praised his intelligence.
From the grimace on Brian’s flushed face and droplets of sweat pearling on his temples, admitting his sexual preferences must cost him. But these confidences cleaned him, set him free.
His hazel eyes drifted to her, wide, flickering, and full of heat. Storms of insecurity and boyish excitement dueled inside. It had to be heaven and hell to be him. “I’m sorry, baby.” His voice stuttered. “I-I’ve been so wrong. I have to make it up to them. But I don’t wanna hurt you in the process.”
“Hurt me?”
He nodded, a sad look crumpling his tense features. “Yeah. For liking both…um…men and women. It can’t be easy for you to hear that.”
Her mouth gaped while she searched for words. She couldn’t help it. His sincerity touched her heart, gave her a sense of rightness. She shifted her weight from one uncomfortable high heel to another, gazed at the two boys in the tub—who avoided her eyes—then looked back at Brian. “Uh, how would that hurt me?”
“’Cause you’re my wife. I’m supposed to be attracted only to you. Now you hear I’m bi.”
She shook her head and exhaled. “Oh, but that’s okay, Brian. To admit such a thing is very brave. I applaud that. I know it’s hard for you.”
He spread his arms. “But I kept the secret from you the whole time, sweetie. I wish I didn’t, but I’ve just…never had the balls to admit it.”
Warmth filled her chest. “Don’t you worry about that. I love you, and I’m happy for you.” These words were probably the most sincere she’d spoken since Mica and Todd arrived five days ago, and they made her feel good. Certainly as good as Brian must be feeling after opening his heart and showing who he really was.
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Of course. I couldn’t be happier.” She pressed his arm lightly. “Go ahead and have fun, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. Have fun and be yourself.”
“Okay then.” He approached her with a big, flirtatious smile and planted a kiss on her mouth, his lips tasting of alcohol. “Thank you. You’re the best.”
She returned the kiss. Though having no idea where they were going from here as a couple and being too tipsy to think about it, she had a feeling something inexplicably right was happening tonight.
“Whew.” Todd whistled from the tub. “Maybe now we can celebrate. You have more of that brandy?”
“Yup.” Brian turned to the countertop, refilled the two glasses, and handed her one with an accomplice grin. “Cheers.” He stepped back to the boys, second glass in hand.
“Okay.” Mica accepted the drink, a grin curving one side of his mouth. “Take off your clothes, then. Show us you mean it.” He sent her a mischievous glance, lifted his glass, and winked.
She toasted back with a nod, put the cognac to her lips, and had a careful sip. Mmm. Despite its harshness, this first-class brandy tasted delicious. She emptied the glass. The liquid burned her throat, its fumes forcing her to swallow to keep from coughing.
“Heh heh.” Todd addressed Brian. “Yeah, show us the goods.”
“Are you challenging me?” Brian unbuttoned his shirt, and unlike the boys, folded it on the toilet seat.
Being at least two decades older than Todd and Mica, he was more the beefy, heavy kind of guy, and sparse gray hairs adorned his pinkish chest. Nonetheless, she loved the sight of his naked torso. When he unbuckled his belt and theatrically let the jeans glide down his thighs, the outline of a thick, hard cock pressed against his white boxers, its veins apparent.
Oh my God. She chuckled, shaking her head. This was the craziest night ever, by far beating any party she’d attended as a teenager. Speaking of party, the cognac was getting to her head. With her hands a bit unsteady, she grabbed the bottle on the countertop and refilled her small glass.
While she swallowed a new round of the harsh booze—though only a half, this time—Brian kicked off his pants and removed his socks. “Give me the liquor, sweetie.” He reached for the bottle, eyes sparkling.
She gave it to him, her heart beating a little faster as he turned to the other guys. What was he going to do with them? The idea of him being interested in men was still so fresh. She didn’t know what to expect.
Mica moved to one end of the tub and Todd to the other, leaving him some space in the middle under the still-running shower. Brian joined them with his boxers on, apparently taking things one step at a time. They were all about the same height. Hot water sprayed on his long blond hair and large shoulders.
“Come here.” Grinning from ear to ear and sporting a glorious erection, Todd greeted him with arms wide open.
Brian turned to face him, his white boxers so wet they were transparent, and, in profile, his bulging hardness more than apparent. She almost blinked. It was truly, really happening. Being with persons of the same sex aroused her husband!
“Whoa, look at this!” Todd put a hand on Brian’s covered hard-on and stroked up and down. “Look who can’t wait to get out! This guy here’s about to dig a hole in your boxers.” He laughed.
While Brian stood as if unsure of what to do or what was expected of him—or maybe still too shy to proceed with whatever he secretly yearned to do—Todd continued to caress him. Mica glanced at them, his arms hanging at his sides, looking equally misplaced and no longer hard. It was clear Todd held the reins in this new situation.
“It’s so fucking great to have you here.” Todd’s voice was dark and husky. His erect shaft pushed against Brian’s bulge. “The more, the merrier, right?” He took the bottle from Brian’s hands, had a swig, then assaulted his lips. Their chests and stomachs collided with a wet smack.
Brian broke the kiss. “Whoa, holy fuck.”
“Yeah. Hot, huh?” Todd grinned, his lower lip and white teeth sparkling with wetness. He handed the bottle to Mica, who accepted it and swallowed a few times.
They would be drunk fast. What little she’d had of the strong alcohol already made her head spin and numbed her limbs deliciously. Talking of delicious, she’d been so busy observing the guys, she’d forgotten all about the half-full glass in her hand.
She downed the liquor in one swallow. Taking a deep breath, she put the empty glass on the countertop, her hands trembling. She waited one, two, three, four, five seconds….
There, the booze reached her head, making her feel light and almost levitating. She clutched the washer and glanced at the guys again, the whole room—no, her eyes—dancing as if in a nightclub with music pumping from all corners and people moving in rhythm.
The three men had stopped the shower and were passing the bottle between them, drinking, laughing. Sure, she felt a little left out. But she was glad Brian had come out of the closet, she would allow anything without thought for herself and simply enjoy witnessing this unbelievable scene.
Mica seemed to have forgotten about the issues between he and Todd. He put his large hands on Brian’s hips, made him pivot toward him, and slowly pressed his wet boxers down, second by second revealing more of the massive hardness waiting to be freed.
Oh, her pussy contracted from the erotic sight. Heat built inside again, spreading to her panties. It seemed the floor moved underneath her high-heels.
“This is biggest cock I ever seen,” Mica said, his own soft one twitching.
Behind them, Todd chuckled, holding the bottle in one hand and masturbating with the other.
M
ica pushed the boxers farther down. Brian’s hard-on popped out and straightened, its firm, pinkish head pointing to Mica’s stomach.
“Whoo.” Mica fisted and slowly stroked the veined shaft. “I can’t wait to taste that.”
With a gasp of pleasure, Brian arched his back. His hairy chest heaved. “No, lemme taste you first. You’re so gorgeous.”
“What?” Mica gave a happy laugh and dropped the stiff organ. He sent her a sideways glance, one brow raised as if asking for her permission.
She winked with a smile. Go ahead. Let my husband eat you.
Before Mica had time to look back, Brian bent forward, took his semi-erect cock into his mouth, and sucked on the tip.
“Oh, fuck!” Mica pushed his groin forward. “You know, at this rate, you gonna get me hard again.”
Brian looked up. “That’s ’cause you taste so fucking good. And look at that skin. Tanned and beautiful.” He shot his tongue out and licked inside Mica’s belly button then down the dark trail of hair. With one hand holding Mica’s cock at the base and the other cupping and softly kneading his balls, he swallowed the mushroom-headed tip.
“Oh.” Mica closed his eyes and lifted his chin. He pressed into Brian’s mouth, as far in as his throat could take. Sweat pearled on his hairy, muscular chest.
“Whoa, have you seen this?” Todd put the bottle on the floor beside the tub then stood and palmed the butt that Brian generously pointed at him. “So tempting. Nice and tight. I don’t know if I wanna wait any longer.” He moved his hand toward Brian’s slit and inserted a finger nail-deep into the puckered hole.
“Holy shit!” Brian jerked from the shock, the back of his head almost colliding with Todd’s chin.
“Take it easy.” Todd stuck one hand between Brian’s cheeks and circled his waist with the other to grab the enormous, hard shaft in front of him. “Relax. Let me in. Yeah, like this. Let my finger fuck you, nice and easy, all the way in.”
It was Anne’s turn to gasp. Her inner muscles squeezed painfully with lust, and hot wetness glided down into her panties. She clenched her thighs, because from the way things were looking, she wouldn’t have any cock tonight. Better stop the anticipation.