by Robin Stone
I painted my nails, put on lotion, and plucked a few eyebrow hairs. I took my time fixing my hair and picking out clothes. I decided on a simple blue, knee-length dress. Underneath I wore a pair of hip-hugging beige panties and a matching bra.
Wine. That’s what I needed. I was on my second glass when I saw a black pickup truck pull into the driveway twenty minutes early. Ben and Alex emerged from the truck and strode up the walk, grinning.
“Just breathe,” I said.
***
Fifteen minutes later, I was sandwiched between Ben and Alex on the couch. They each gave me a light kiss on the cheek when they came in, and we made some small talk. I offered them snacks and wine, but they declined. I led them to the couch, meaning to sit across from them on the chair, but Alex tugged my hand and I landed on the cushion between them.
“Might as well get cozy,” he murmured.
Their scents were intoxicating. I couldn’t tell which scent belonged to who; there was a hint of soap and shampoo. Wood and spice.
“We making you nervous?” Alex asked.
“No.”
Alex put his hand on my knee. I put my hand on top of his, my skin pale in comparison.
“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, darlin’. Just let it happen.”
Ben leaned over and kissed me, a soft press of lips that made my nipples harden. I kissed him back, breathing in his male scent. I leaned against Alex while Ben gave me a thorough kissing.
Damn, he could kiss.
His kisses were warm and firm, with slight probes of his tongue. Most men rushed their kisses, but not Ben. He put his hand on my back, tugging me close. I put my arm around his shoulder and slid my tongue against his.
Alex made a little sound in the back of his throat, and his hand slid beneath the hem of my dress. Ben kissed my cheek and jaw, working his way to my neck.
Ben moved away, and I was about to protest when Alex’s lips found my neck. Alex was a champion kisser, too. He tugged my bottom lip into his mouth and spent a long time kissing me, getting me worked into a frenzy while Ben stroked my thighs.
“So gorgeous.” Ben’s hand slid to my upper thigh. “And so soft.”
I spread my legs wider, pushing against Ben’s hand. Alex reached under my skirt, his hand bumping against Ben’s. A finger touched my underwear.
“Okay if we take these off?” Ben asked.
I nodded. They hooked their fingers under the fabric and pulled. I lifted my hips, and they tugged my panties down my legs and tossed them on the floor. Their hands slid up my skirt again, and a set of fingers rubbed against my pubic hair.
“She’s fuckin’ soaked,” Alex said. He brought his fingers up to his nose and sniffed. “Damn, you smell good.”
Their cocks were making their jeans bulge. I couldn’t wait to see what they were packing. Ben pulled up the front of my skirt, revealing my pussy, and they both let out an appreciative sigh.
“You’re beautiful, Rachel,” Ben said. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”
My face heated from being so exposed, but Ben and Alex were licking their lips and making appreciative noises. Ben reached down and started rubbing my clit in small, light circles. I let out a long sigh, shifting my hips against his hand.
Alex traced a finger over my folds. Wetness seeped out of me and dribbled onto the back of my dress. Alex slipped his fingertip inside me, and I gasped.
“Oh, yeah,” he said.
They worked magic with their hands. Ben making circles on my clit, slowly increasing the pressure. Alex worked his big finger inside me, telling me I was beautiful and sexy as I accepted him into my body.
He added a second finger, and I cried out in pleasure. My breasts were achy, and my pussy contracted in little pulses as I climbed toward an orgasm. Ben rubbed my clit harder and faster, and I bucked against their hands. They muttered words of encouragement, kissing my face and sucking my earlobes.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Alex said. “Can’t wait to eat this sweet little cunt.”
I went over the edge, my hips rising up, crying out and shaking as Alex finger-fucked me. I squeezed his fingers over and over as Ben thrummed my clit. My legs shook, and my mouth went dry. I tried to catch my breath, and Alex slowly pulled his fingers out of me.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “She’s a screamer. I like that. You ready for more?”
I nodded, and he got off the couch and kneeled between my legs. His face hovered over my pussy, his hot breath warming my skin.
I spread my legs wider and waited for his tongue.
CHAPTER 5
Alex’s mouth and tongue were molten hot. He slowly brushed his tongue through my folds. My wetness doubled, and my clit throbbed, ready for another orgasm. He suddenly pulled away.
“Sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes!”
Alex brushed his thumb lightly over my clit. “That wasn’t very enthusiastic.”
I dug my nails into his forearms. “Yes, I want you!”
He kissed the crease between my thigh and pussy, his warm breath tickling my skin. I reached up and palmed my breasts, feeling my tight nipples through my bra and my dress.
“Hurry the hell up,” Ben said.
Alex frowned. “I’m takin’ my time with this fine little pussy. You’ll wait your turn.”
Ben unzipped his jeans and unbuckled his belt. He slid his hand down his pants and palmed his cock. His mouth went slack, and his eyes closed.
“Oh no ya don’t,” Alex growled. “Take it out.”
Ben shifted his pants down a little and pulled out his cock. It was nice and thick; he had a foreskin, and his tip was pink and wet.
“Don’t that look tasty?” Alex asked.
My mouth watered. I reached for Ben, but Alex pushed my hand away.
“Not until I get what I want.”
Alex dragged his tongue through my folds and licked my clit, spreading my juices around and wetting his face. The cushion shifted, and I looked at Ben. He was holding his shirt up with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. His cheeks turned pink, and his blue eyes were glazed.
I slid my fingers into Alex’s hair as he licked me. He grabbed my thighs and feasted on me, kissing and licking me until I was drenched. He pushed his tongue into my opening, dragging more wetness up to my clit.
Alex took his time getting to know my pussy. When my grip tightened on his head, he slowed a little, teasing me. Ben pumped his cock in a slow, steady rhythm while he watched. My orgasm built slowly, heat pooling in my pelvis. Alex licked my clit faster and faster until I exploded, coming hard against his mouth, my upper body rising off the cushion.
I cried out again and again as the pulses moved through my body, Alex still licking and drawing out my orgasm until my legs shook.
“Jesus,” Ben said. “Almost blew my load.”
“Tasted even better than I imagined.” Alex sat back, wiping the back of his hand over his slick mouth. “Rachel, take care of him.”
I was still out of breath, but I went to my knees on the couch and bent over Ben’s cock. I ran my tongue around the head, getting a taste of his cum. I wrapped my fingers around the base and sucked him hard and fast, excited that Alex was watching.
Ben put his hand on the back of my head and thrust his hips up. He made sexy grunting noises, and his cock grew thicker.
“Fuck, I’m close already.”
“Fuck that pretty mouth!” Alex said. “Fuck it hard, Benny!”
I sucked him deep into my throat, slurping and licking fast. He put his hands in my hair, guiding me. Alex cheered me on. I loved the way Ben rolled his hips, letting out grunts and moans. There was nothing sexier than the sound of a man moaning while I sucked his cock.
Alex squeezed my ass and gave it a hard slap. Ben stilled, then exploded into my mouth, cursing and writhing. I swallowed what I could, but some of his cum spilled over my bottom lip. I slowed dow
n and cleaned him up as he moaned.
“Goddamn, you know how to suck cock,” Alex said.
When he finished, I pulled away and sat back, catching my breath. Ben and Alex were panting. I pulled down my skirt. Ben reached over and helped pull it to my knees.
“Sorry your clothes got messed up,” he said.
I slid my hand over his cheek. He smiled and kissed my palm.
“It was worth it,” I said.
Alex stood. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped, dropping his jeans to the floor. His thick cock jutted in front of him.
“Ya like that?” His mouth curved into a panty-dropping grin.
“You’re so romantic,” Ben said.
“She doesn’t want us for romance. She wants us to perform a service. And now she’s gonna watch you suck my cock.”
Ben dropped to his knees, wrapping his fingers around the base of Alex’s cock. It was hard as steel, and the tip was purple and leaking pre-cum. Ben brushed his thumb over the fat tip, and Alex’s head fell back on his shoulders.
My cheeks grew warm as Ben pulled Alex’s cock into his mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: a man sucking another man’s cock on my living room rug!
Thank God I’d closed the curtains.
Ben licked his shaft, then sucked him in deep, his cheeks hollowing. Alex started pumping his hips, making little grunting noises and grinding against his mouth.
“Ohmygod,” I said.
They were in their own little world, sucking and grinding. The veins in Alex’s neck stuck out. Ben pumped Alex’s shaft, teasing him. I didn’t move, I didn’t blink, I just watched.
It was unbelievably sexy. Alex grabbed his cock and pushed it against Ben’s lips. Ben circled the head with his tongue, getting him all slippery, then pulled him into his mouth again.
I didn’t know what to watch—Ben’s mouth or Alex’s face. Alex’s cheeks were turning red, and his mouth was opening and closing. Ben increased his speed, Alex let out a string of dirty talk.
“Fuck yeah, suck that cock…so fucking good…can’t wait to fuck you again…ohhh!”
My hands went up to my cheeks. Alex pumped faster into Ben’s mouth and cried out. Ben held on to him, his throat working as he swallowed Alex’s cum. Alex cursed and thrust, squeezing Ben’s shoulders. I pressed my thighs together. Ben finished sucking, then opened his eyes.
Alex put his big hand on Ben’s cheek, and my heart swelled. They definitely liked performing, but there was more than just sex between them. Ben pulled Alex’s softening cock out of his mouth. They held eye contact, catching their breath.
“Wow,” I said.
Alex pulled up his pants. Ben finished getting dressed and they fell onto the couch, breathing hard.
“That the first time you’ve seen a man sucking cock?” Alex asked.
I nodded.
“Better than porn, right?”
Ben laughed.
Alex put his arm around my shoulders, still out of breath. “You should see it from my viewpoint. Lookin’ down at him while he stretches that mouth wide for me.”
“We’ve shocked her,” Ben said.
“No,” I said. “That was fantastic.”
“You were sumthin’ else, too,” Alex said. “All pink and spread open for me.”
“Sorry he’s so crude,” Ben said. “I’ve been trying to improve his manners.”
“Too late for that,” Alex said. “Take it or leave it. That’s how I am.”
“I like you,” I said. “I like you both,” I added quickly.
Ben squeezed my knee, and we sat in silence for a few minutes while they recovered. The clock ticked, and I started feeling sleepy against Alex’s warm body.
“What do you have to drink?” Alex asked. “I’m thirsty as hell.”
I tried to get up, but he stopped me.
“Don’t move. Ben will get it.”
I told Ben where the glasses were, and he went to the kitchen. He refilled my wine glass and brought it to me. Then he brought back glasses of water for him and Alex.
Ben slumped on the chair and guzzled his water. I’d never had so much rugged masculinity in my house. Ben sprawled out on the chair like he owned the place, and Alex kept his arm around me, a possessive hand on my thigh.
“Jesus, kid, take a breath,” Alex said. “You think my manners are bad.”
“What do you like to drink?” I asked. “I’ll buy it for next time.”
Please let there be a next time.
“Alex likes beer,” Ben said. “I’ll drink whatever you have.”
I took a long sip of wine, trying to calm my nerves. “So when can I see you again?”
“We’ll come back tomorrow night,” Ben said.
Silence descended, and I suddenly felt awkward, like I needed to fill the space with conversation.
I wet my lips. “Can I ask a question?”
“Sure,” Alex said.
“So…I take it you’re a couple.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “We’ve been together for two years.”
“Do you live together?”
“Nah,” Alex said. “I’m a slob, and he’s neat freak.”
“I’m not a neat freak. I just don’t like when you leave your clothes all over the goddamned place.”
Alex flicked him off.
“I have a question.” Ben leaned forward, fixing me with his bright blue gaze. “Why did you pick us?”
“Me, pick you?” I put my hand on my chest. “I had the sense you were choosing me.”
Alex patted my leg. “She could tell just by lookin’ that we’d tear it up between the sheets.”
“Didn’t even get to the sheets this time,” I said.
They both laughed.
Alex patted my knee and stood. My shoulders dropped. I wanted to talk more. But what did I expect? They got what they came for. Ben stood, and I led them to the door. I was trying to figure out how to say goodbye when Ben wrapped his arms around me.
“We had fun, Rachel.” He kissed my cheek. “We’ll talk more tomorrow night, okay?”
“Ditto.” Alex gave me a whack on the ass, making me squeal. “Hate to suck and run, but we gotta go.”
Ben released me, and Alex gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow, Red.”
Alex opened the door, and they clomped down the stairs and walked back to the truck. Ben climbed into the driver’s side and started the engine. He waved at me through the windshield, giving me a little nod.
I watched their tail lights as they pulled away. I’d just had the most incredible, sexy experience of my life, but I couldn’t tell anyone about it.
And now I had to make it through another day without them.
CHAPTER 6
I managed to fill Sunday with chores and errands. I found myself smiling at odd times. I walked into the kitchen and forgot what I was looking for. Later, I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I walked around in a daze, smiling at the freezer case. A man walking in the opposite direction smiled back. He was attractive, but I wasn’t interested. I had my heart set on my two sexy painters.
Cara called, and we set up a video chat. I sat at my kitchen table and grinned at my best friend. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants. But I didn’t care; we’d seen each other at our worst.
She stayed with us for a week when Emily was a baby and David went back to work. Cara held Emily while I took a shower, and held me when I cried from postpartum sadness. And she was there when David left, rocking me on the couch while I cried some more.
We lived five hours apart. It wasn’t that far, but busy schedules with families and work made it difficult to visit. I treasured our time together.
“I can’t wait to see you.” Cara’s blue eyes sparkled. “I need to get away!”
“Where are the girls today?” I asked.
“They’re out with friends.”
Cara’s two daughters were in the midst of teen
age drama. One daughter was upset about a situation at school; the other was distraught about a recent breakup.
She put her hand on her forehead. “They’re driving me crazy!”
“How will they manage without you for a week?”
“Oh, they’ll be fine. Michael will take care of everything. What’s going on with you? I haven’t heard from you in a few days.”
I looked away, but a flush crept over my neck and cheeks.
“Oooh, your neck is red. What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
The memory of Ben sucking Alex’s cock swam in front of my eyes. There was no way I was telling my sweet and innocent Cara what I’d done.
“Yes. I’m seeing someone.”
“Who is it?”
Cara leaned forward, and I felt the urge to confess.
Just a little.
“I’m seeing two men, actually.”
Cara gasped. “Two? Where did you meet them? Do they know about each other?”
The blush deepened. “Yes.”
“Oooh, that could get kinky!” Cara sipped a glass of water, giving me a few seconds to collect myself.
“It’s just a casual thing,” I said. “We’re having fun.”
“And the sex?”
I bit my thumbnail and nodded. I tapped my foot under the table.
“I hear that foot,” Cara said. “You’re having hot monkey sex! I need details.”
I was about to say something when Cara leaned out of view. “I’m on the computer with Rachel, keep it down!”
“Don’t let Michael hear this!” I hissed.
Michael walked by and leaned over the screen. He gave me his handsome, toothy grin. Michael was blond-haired and blue-eyed, devastatingly handsome in addition to being sweet and kind. They were high school sweethearts and disgustingly cute together. Cara really hit the husband jackpot.
“What are you two whispering about? Hi, Rachel.”
“Hi, Michael.”
Rachel shooed him away. “We’re having girl talk.”