She felt free, she felt powerful, and, most importantly, she felt loved. These were her men and she never wanted to let them go.
* * * *
“I’m ready,” Lena rasped out between gasps of air and feral moans of pleasure. The pleasure Brock himself felt at that moment clouded his thinking enough where he didn’t understand what exactly Lena was ready for. They were already both deep inside her and she’d already climaxed more times than he could count.
“Ready for what, love? We’re not even finished with round one yet, sweetheart.” Brock smiled and slowed his movements and waited patiently for her to come down from an orgasm to respond.
“I’m ready to…ready to marry you two,” Lena finally managed to say.
Both Brock and Wes stopped thrusting and stared at each other wide-eyed.
“What’s the matter?” Lena asked, catching her breath. “Why’d y’all stop?”
“N–nothing,” Wes stammered. “It’s just that…” Brock could see his brother beaming beneath their beautiful woman, the woman they both loved so intensely it would have been unfathomable if they weren’t experiencing it themselves.
“Lena, you’ve made us the happiest men in the world.” Brock turned her face toward him and kissed her cheek and the corner of her perfect, ambrosial lips over and over while Wes leaned up and also smothered her with love-happy kisses.
“Well, if you’re so happy, why don’t you finish riding your future wife?” Lena had a charmingly foxy grin on her face that Brock found irresistible.
“Sweetheart, your wish is our command.” Brock pulled his cock out and thrust it back into his lady.
Until that moment, he couldn’t keep a smile from stretching his face, but now it twisted in relentless pleasure as her tight passage gripped and massaged his length. He could feel his balls, heavy with need, slapping against her luscious, round ass and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. He felt so good and so fulfilled, the swelling of love in his heart rivaled that of his cock, nearly ready to burst.
“Brock, this is so wonderful, it can’t be real. Lena, you’re so wonderful, your pussy’s so wonderful. Everything’s so…” Wes’s eyes closed tightly and he gritted his teeth hard, a sure sign that he didn’t have much longer.
“Wonderful,” Brock finished. He couldn’t agree with his brother more. Brock also shut his eyes, fighting an internal struggle to prolong their lovemaking or give himself over to the ecstasy of release.
Then Lena uttered one phrase that pushed them all over the edge.
“I love you both so much. I want to be with you both always.” As the words left her lips, it touched him in a way that no part of one’s anatomy ever could. Both he and Wes surged into her one last time.
All three of them came simultaneously, their cries of love and lust coalescing in perfect harmony. Brock felt his cock pumping his seed deep into his woman, filling his future wife. He wanted to give her everything and now he knew for sure that she would accept it.
Chapter 13
As Lena came down the stairs from her office and walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee and Edie’s organic buckwheat and blueberry pancakes and the sound of chipper people in the adjacent dining room assailed her senses.
The new business model steadily brought in more and more clients intrigued by the idea of a sex B&B and an environment where they could feel safe and comfortable enough to finally act out on their deepest fantasies without judgment. Only time would tell if it really took off, but so far The Sweet Spot finally headed toward breaking even.
She could now at least help pay for Mara’s room in the assisted living center where she could get the psychological treatment she needed. Brock insisted that he handle all the costs, since it was his idea, but Lena wanted to contribute, and he knew better than to force her hand. They chose not to press charges against Mara for her attack. Lena decided it was best to forgive and move on and try to forge a new relationship with the woman, her only blood relative left.
Lena’s life had changed so much since she first stepped foot in Liebling, her new home, and one of her favorite additions happened to be sitting in the kitchen waiting for her.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Brock started to get up from the island where he enjoyed some of Edie’s delicious breakfast concoctions.
“Don’t bother getting up on my account. Sit.” Lena nudged Brock back into his seat and he pulled her onto his lap, planting a luscious kiss on her lips.
“Girl, are you bossing me around, ‘cause if so, I’ll just have to punish you for that.”
“Oh, really?” Lena giggled into his mouth as his tongue pushed its way inside. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I bet you would—”
“Ahem! Enough already, jeez,” Edie teased playfully as she flipped a pancake over on the griddle. “I’ve been up to my elbows in baked goods since the sun came up. I think that’s enough sugar for one person.”
“Sorry, Edie,” Brock said before whispering in Lena’s ear, “I think she’s just jealous.”
“I heard that, Brock. You keep at it and that’ll be the last pancake you’ll ever eat!” Edie huffed, barely able to hide her smile.
Brock took another bite of his breakfast and a swig of coffee before he stood up and put on his cowboy hat.
“I best be leaving anyway. I don’t want to be late. We’ve been getting a lot of new patients lately.” Brock flashed a foxy grin. “Mostly out-of-towners who’ve come in with mysterious muscle strains.” He licked his lips, which made Lena’s pussy clench with desire. “Lena, you better keep an eye on those clients of yours. Make sure you tell them to limber up before partaking in any strenuous activities.”
He bent down and pulled Lena’s face to his and gave her one last kiss before he would leave her side for the rest of the day. She would long for him the entire time, but knew that at least Wes would undoubtedly come by for a visit.
After Brock left, Lena turned to Edie. “You know, maybe Brock’s right. We should probably introduce that yoga class you’ve been talking about having, and I’ll put up some signs to encourage our clients to…um…take it easy.”
“Yeah, at least on their first nights here. I mean really. Some of our clients, bless their hearts, are so old they could be my grandparents.”
“But they can be so cute. Did you see the Steinbergers? Married forty-two years and they still look so in love.”
“Yeah, and they told me this morning this is their first time playing with toys, and they had so much fun, they felt like kids again.”
“I guess it just goes to show, it’s never too late.”
“And the local toys are even more popular. Wes is a fucking genius or, rather, a genius at fucking.” Edie laughed. “Man, I can’t wait to see what that devilish mind of his concocts for your honeymoon.”
Suddenly, she heard the front door open and slam shut, rattling the little bell on top, and then two sets of heavy footsteps barreling down the hallway.
“Lena, we’ve got to go, babe.” Wes panted as he spoke, though his lips curled up from ear to ear. He looked like he ran all the way here from his studio where he worked, apparently, all night. He held in his hands what looked like two large ceramic marbles.
“What’s the meaning of this? Wes, what is that and, Brock, I thought you were going to work?”
“I ran into Wes on my way out and he convinced me to call in. I spoke to Ruth and told her to postpone all my appointments today.” Lena looked at Brock with a cocked eyebrow. She was surprised at how irresponsible his behavior seemed and it obviously showed on her face. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I made sure that nothing was urgent first. Everyone will be fine. I promise. Plus, the other doctors had a few vacancies so they can cover some of my patients, too.”
“Okay, fine. And, Wes? That grin on your face tells me you’re up to no good.” Lena eyed the glossy balls in Wes’s hands.
“I made ceramic Ben Wa balls. I stayed up all night polishing them smooth. I planned on
saving them for our honeymoon, but I just couldn’t wait to show them to you.” Wes practically hopped up and down with excitement.
His enthusiasm made her pussy tighten and throb. She avoided looking down at his crotch, knowing that if she saw even a hint of a bulge, her pussy would weep all over her panties. Whenever Wes came up with something new, they always had ridiculous sex that made her thighs sore for days. Wes held the balls out and gently placed them in Lena’s hands.
Lena looked at Edie, but for what she wasn’t sure. Edie’s eyes stretched wide as saucers. She reached over and plucked a ball from Lena’s hand and turned it up to the light, examining the little ball from every angle. She shook it a little by her ear.
“There’s water inside?” Edie looked at Wes and waited.
“Yeah, that’s what makes it unique from other Ben Wa balls. And plus, like everything I make, they’re customizable. I can make them any size and texture. Edie?” Wes teased, causing her face to flush, but Lena could tell Edie’s interest was piqued.
Then Brock ran up to Lena and, before she could react, he swooped her into his arms. “Enough of this chitchat. Wes, you’ve got more of these, right?” Wes nodded. “Great. Edie, why don’t you keep that one. Those pancakes tasted delicious and you deserve a little relaxation.”
Edie’s mouth dropped open. “Bu–bu–but, I’m really super busy today—”
“Girl, you can wear them around all day. No one will know, just don’t sneeze in front of unsuspecting company,” Wes said, tossing Edie a lascivious grin over his shoulder as he followed his brother down the hallway toward the front door.
Lena looked over Brock’s brawny shoulder and past Wes, trying her hardest to ignore the look of feral lust on his face.
“Edie, have a good time with it. I’ll be back soon!” Lena called out before Brock carried her out the door, and she felt the warmth of the Texas summer on her skin.
Brock paused before he set Lena inside his truck and shared a look with his brother. Wes nodded and slyly lifted up Lena’s skirt, slipping the small ball inside her dripping pussy. It seemed to almost suck it in, hungrily. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, Lena moaned and squirmed around in Brock’s arm. Every single minute movement caused an eruption of tantalizing tingles inside her cunt. She knew if she wiggled around more, she’d surely come right there in Brock’s arms.
“Well, sugar? How’s that feel in your sweet pussy?”
Brock licked his lips with a look on his face that told Lena he was the hungry one. It sent a shiver down her spine to her cunt, pulsing around the ceramic ball that had invaded her body.
“How’s it fit, sweetheart?” Wes dipped his head down and kissed her, making her pussy quake with desire. His lips felt cool against hers, but his tongue was fiery hot inside her mouth.
When she finally came up for air, Addie looked into Brock’s eyes and then Wes’s, these two men who taught her so much about life and love, these two men whom she’d cherish for the rest of her days.
“It’s perfect, guys. It’s a perfect fit for three.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sydney Holiday was born and raised in Central Texas. As may be evidenced in her writing, she has a great love of food and baking. She has two small lap dogs, a Pomeranian and a Boston terror, and is lucky enough to be married to a wonderful man with nearly infinite patience.
The eldest child of restaurateurs, Sydney spent much of her youth making up stories to entertain herself while she folded napkins, polished silverware, and refilled water glasses. As an adult, she’s honed her imagination to craft what she hopes are fun and sexy erotic novels. Sydney is working on several novels and collaborates with her bosom buddy and sounding board, Ava Mitchell. She hopes readers enjoy her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
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