by Anne Lange
They rearranged their positions. She watched Tyler’s eyes darken as she lowered her head over his lap, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. He grasped his length in one hand, holding it for her. She circled his fist with hers and settled her mouth over his wet penis.
He moaned. Their tub had a salt-water system, and he tasted salty in her mouth. She moved up and down, tightening her lips around the tip and applying a little suction each time she pulled back. Behind her, she felt Connor move into place, his hands at her hips. The tip of his condom-sheathed cock tickled her entrance before he eased in. Wet from his fingering her, and from the water, he had no problem pushing his entire length into her.
She heard Connor groan when his groin touched up against her ass. His fingers clenched, digging into her flesh. Then he relaxed and started pumping in and out with slow movements, encouraging her arousal to rebuild. Warm water flowed over her back as he cupped it in his hands and spilled it over her skin. The whole scenario seemed decadent—the three of them out under the stars, in no rush to finish.
When the tub’s jets powered down, Angela listened to the soft grunts from the guys and her own little gasps. The sound of skin slapping against skin with water thrown into the mix seemed louder in the silence of the night.
Tilting her head, Angela lapped at Tyler. She circled the engorged head of his cock and ran her tongue up and down each side before swallowing him, taking him as far back as she could.
“That’s it, baby. Take me deep. Let me feel your throat squeeze my cock.” She did. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.” She swallowed, and was rewarded with a loud groan.
Behind her, Connor began thrusting harder. He’d stopped the waterfall over her back, and now clutched her hips in his strong hands.
Angela started to tremble. Her knees started to shake. Her rhythm began to falter as she crept closer to orgasm. Harsh, panting breaths filled the night.
“I’m going to come.” Connor panted.
“Me too.” Tyler grasped her hair, twining it in his fingers. “You close, baby?”
She didn’t respond. She just closed her eyes and sucked him harder, trying to match Connor’s movements. She needed just that little bit more to push her over that exquisite edge.
A low growl erupted from Tyler before the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat. She worked him, taking every drop as his hips bucked. Connor leaned over, wrapped one arm around her waist, and slid his palm down between her legs, burrowing his fingers into her sex. He pinched her clit.
Angela exploded. Shaking with the force of her climax, the water sloshing around her, she barely acknowledged him pounding into her a few more times, before he too reached his peak, and then collapsed across her back.
Chapter Sixteen
“Honey, you and Tyler have been married for years now. When can I expect to see grandchildren toddling around here?’
Angela paused, a half-chopped red potato resting in her left hand. She looked over her shoulder at her mother.
Margaret Turner stood as tall as her five foot nothing inches allowed, but you’d think she was an Amazon some days. With her brow raised, her sandaled foot tapped against the tiled floor.
“Wow, that’s pretty blunt, Mom.”
“I’m tired of hinting.”
Angela sighed and turned back to her task. “We’ve got time, Mom. Right now we’re enjoying our time together, before we’re tied down with kids. Besides, you already have grandchildren. Two, last I counted.”
“I don’t get to see your sister’s children as often as I’d like. You didn’t run away from your family. I’d be able to see your children every day if I wanted. Would you like me to start the grill?”
“Mom, Stephanie did not run. You know they left because of John’s job.” Her mother uttered a noise somewhere between a sniff and a snort. “And, no, I’m going to wait until Tyler gets home. He can start it then. I just want to have everything ready.”
“Is he on his way?”
“He should be. He had errands to run first.”
“How about if I set the table then? Do you want to eat inside or out?”
Angela leaned over the sink and looked out the window. “I think in. There are some dark clouds up there today.”
Her mom reached into a cupboard and pulled out a stack of plates. Then she moved to the cutlery drawer. After extracting the necessary utensils, she headed for the dining room.
“Kids don’t have to tie you down, dear.” Margaret called from the dining room. “Especially with your father and I so close by and retired. We can help out.”
Angela’s mother could multitask like a pro. And when she had an agenda, she focused like a heavyweight champ. She’d been on a kick for more grandbabies ever since her sister and husband decided to move a few hours south. John had accepted a transfer, and although they lived only six hours away, you’d think they’d moved clear across the county.
Angela rolled her eyes. Now was not the time to start a family. She and Tyler’s future did include diapers and a swing set, but not yet. At the moment, they were enjoying the summer and their time with Connor.
She couldn’t believe how things had changed so fast. Connor had been living with them for a few weeks now. The first few nights he’d slept in the spare room, but now, more often than not, the three of them ended up in their king bed. It had happened so naturally.
Sometimes they just cuddled and talked, but most nights the two men gave her more orgasms than she thought possible. She had yet to take both of them inside her at the same time, but she knew that would happen soon. Although Tyler had played with her ass on occasion over the years, she’d always been timid of anal sex so he’d only used his finger. But over the last two weeks, they’d been getting her ready, preparing her body to take one of them back there. Using their fingers and sometimes a thin dildo, they’d taken turns working to stretch her so she’d be able to accommodate their thick cocks. They’d been going easy on her, but she felt she was ready to take that next step—eager even—and it would fulfill her ultimate fantasy.
But keeping a lid on their relationship was proving difficult. She’d had to stop herself more than once from public displays of affection with Connor. He already felt like he belonged. Her feelings for him went deep, surprising her. She cared for him. Maybe more than cared.
She already knew she’d be devastated when he left. And as each week passed, she began to wonder how many more they had left with him. This worried her for another reason too. Did her developing feelings for Connor mean she loved her husband less?
She needed to be careful. If her parents found out her current living arrangements, they wouldn’t understand.
“Is Tyler’s friend joining us for dinner? Should I set another place?” Her mother had sneaked back into the kitchen.
Angela dropped the potato, catching it before it rolled off the edge of the counter and onto the floor. “Excuse me? How do you know about Connor?” She kept her head down and her back turned. She felt heat staining her cheeks.
“We met him earlier this week, when your father dropped off some tool he’d borrowed from Tyler. He and Tyler were out the by pool. He seemed like a nice young man.”
“Ah, yeah, he is. Um, he and Tyler went to school together. He…ah…he’s renting a house…just a few minutes from here, actually.”
Angela lifted her arm, using the inside of her wrist to wipe away a bead of sweat rolling down from her forehead. That wasn’t a lie. He did have a house. He had furniture in it. And probably some stale food.
“I think it’s nice that Tyler has a friend close by. So, is he joining us?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
Angela sensed eyes rolling heavenward behind her back.
“Well, dear, if he doesn’t know anyone besides you and Tyler, he might enjoy spending time with other people. It’s not fun eating alone.”
Angela knew Connor must have other friends, because some nights he came home after she and Tyler had gone to bed. Those nig
hts he went straight to the spare room. The first time it happened, she had asked him about it the following morning, but he fluffed it off, saying he’d had a late meeting.
What bothered Angela was the strain around his eyes and mouth, and the fact that he went out of his way to avoid looking her in the eye. This morning had been one of those days.
The front door opened, saving her from continuing her train of thought or the discussion with her mother. Angela looked up as male voices travelled down the hall toward the kitchen.
Angela’s father entered first.
“Hi, Dad.”
He leaned in, kissed her cheek. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hey, honey. Is there any beer in the fridge?” Tyler spoke up from behind her father. “Hi, Maggie.” He beamed at her mom.
“Hello, dear. How’s my favorite son-in-law today?”
Tyler laughed. “He’s doing fine.” He nodded toward Connor. “You remember Connor? You met him the other day.”
“Of course. Hello, Connor. It’s nice to see you again. Are you going to join us for dinner?”
Angela closed her eyes. How could she sit there and eat a casual meal with her parents, when her husband and her lover were sitting on either side of her? She opened her eyes and lifted her head. Her gaze bonded with Connor’s. He smiled, back to his old self again, but his eyes held a look of hope, and a question. She knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t stay if she’d be uncomfortable.
“Yes, Connor.” Angela cleared her throat to strengthen her voice. “Please stay. It’s nothing fancy tonight, but there’s more than enough. Are you OK with grilled chops?”
She hoped her parents had no plans to wander around upstairs. If they did, they’d find evidence of their houseguest.
“Sounds better than anything I would have come up with. I think my fridge is pretty empty right now. Thanks, Angela.”
His slow, teasing grin caused goose bumps to form along her arms and her nipples to tingle beneath her shirt.
“Here, bud. Have a beer.” Tyler winked at her and handed Connor a cold bottle from the refrigerator, breaking the connection. “Honey, do you need any help?”
Angela smiled at her husband. “Not in here. Mom’s got the table ready, and I just have to assemble a garden salad. You guys can go outside and start the grill.”
The men filed out the back door to do her bidding. Angela’s heart raced in her chest as she fought to calm her nerves. Until now, the three of them interacted alone. Nobody knew Connor lived with them. She feared they’d give something away.
Would her mom notice her reaction to Connor? She could never stop the arousal from building whenever she and they guys were together. Her pussy quivered and wept. Oh, God. She needed to get through this meal without squirming in her seat or her mother would know something was up for sure. She hoped she wouldn’t notice the erections contained within those tight jeans on both her men.
“I’ve got the table ready, dear.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Anything else?”
“If you could slice the tomato and some cucumber that would be great.”
While her mom chopped, Angela completed the remainder of the meal and then got everything to the table. Tyler came in to get the pork chops and then he, Connor, and her dad stood around waiting and talking sports as the grill did its magic.
* * *
Tyler lay snuggled between Angela’s succulent thighs, feasting away on his dessert. Following Angela’s parents’ departure a few hours before, the three of them had hoofed it straight up to the master bedroom. Trying to hide his arousal from his in-laws had been torture for Tyler. Poor Connor had turned down offers of leftovers and a ride home too many times to count.
Now, his wife had one hand gripping his hair, the other fondling her own nipple. Tyler grinned at the sight. In the last couple of weeks, Angela had truly come out of her shell. They’d had sex in the pool, beside the pool, in all the rooms of the house, on most surfaces in the house. She’d had Tyler alone, Connor alone, and both of them together. But she had never had them both inside her at the same time.
Tyler paused, snickering at his wife’s whimper. He took the opportunity to stretch over to the night table, where he retrieved the lube and a couple of condoms.
“It’s time to switch it up, folks.”
Connor paused from his task of sucking Angela’s tits, and looked up. His eyes glowed with excitement. “You sure she’s ready?”
“She’s ready.”
Tyler could hardly wait. He yearned to have Angela sandwiched between the two of them in the most intimate way imaginable. He tossed a foil package to Connor, who caught it one-handed as his other stroked Angela’s thigh. Opening the other package, Tyler removed the condom and sheathed himself in record time.
“Time to roll over, honey.”
Connor shifted out of the way while Tyler helped her flip over and then lift her to her hands and knees.
Beneath his hands, her body trembled. He rubbed his palms along her spine and over her rear. He leaned down and placed a kiss on each globe. “OK, baby, I’m going to open you up now. Try to relax?”
She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a tentative look. “I’ll try. But I admit I’m a little nervous.”
Tyler smoothed his hand over her flesh, using slow, firm strokes. Holding the container of lube over the crease in her ass, he squeezed out a few drops, letting it run down between those beautiful cheeks. Then he capped the container and dropped it within reach.
He scooped up the oil before it could drip onto the bedding and rubbed it over his wife’s tiny rosette. With circular strokes, he massaged round and round, applying steady pressure with one finger until she relaxed enough that he popped the tip of that finger through the small puckered opening. He pushed the digit in and out of her hole slowly, going deeper each time, warming it up, like he’d done almost every night for the last couple of weeks.
“That’s it, honey. We’ve gone this far before. No biggie, right?”
“I’m OK.”
“Now, I want you to take a deep breath. When you breathe out, push out, too.” As she exhaled, he added a second finger. She stilled for a moment and gasped, took a couple of breaths, but then relaxed again, and with a heavy sigh, dropped her head, so it hung between her shoulders. “Still OK?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Why don’t I help?” Stretched out beside them, stroking his cock, Connor reached up between her legs to play. Angela rewarded him with a throaty growl of appreciation.
Tyler spread his fingers wide inside her tight channel, scissoring them back and forth. “It’s going to feel so great when I get in here, baby. You’re so hot and tight.”
“Please, let’s just do it.”
“There’s no rush, honey.”
“I don’t think I can wait much longer.” Sweat popped out along her spine, her skin flushed a deep red now.
“Are you sure?”
“I want you to fuck me. Both of you.”
Connor rolled onto his back at the bottom of the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, feet flat on the floor. He grabbed the condom and covered himself. When Tyler drew his fingers from his wife’s ass, she uttered a little cry of disappointment.
“Come here, sweetheart.” Connor reached for Angela’s hand and pulled her over to straddle him. Holding her at the waist, he lifted her up, and then lowered her in slow motion over his stiff erection.
“Oh, shit. That feels unfucking believable.”
Tyler stood back and watched his wife settle onto Connor’s shaft. She eased down, lifted and dropped again, taking another inch. The next time, another. Soon her pussy consumed it. When they were groin to groin, both of them moaned long and deep.
Taking a deep breath, Tyler stepped forward, placed a hand on her back, and, with a gentle nudge, tipped her forward until she lay chest to chest with Connor. “Now, hold still you two.” He squeezed more lube into his hand and worked it up and down his rigid co
ck. He placed the head against Angela’s opening.
“Now, take a deep breath, Angie, and push out against me as I push in. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“I’m good. Nervous, but good.”
He rubbed her back with one hand while he eased forward, stepped between Connor’s spread legs, and tucked up nice and close to his wife’s behind. He teased her opening, brushed the tip back and forth, anticipating the tight glove that would soon squeeze his length. He pushed against her, slow and steady.
She tensed and he paused to caress her back until she settled. Then he continued forward again, this time not stopping until he popped through the tight muscles, the head of his cock disappearing, sliding deep.
His gasp echoed hers.
Tyler’s voice returned to him, strained, on edge. “Hard part’s done, baby.”
He gripped Angela, a hand against each side of her hips, and pulled her back against his groin while he pushed deeper inside her snug ass. So. Fucking. Tight. He restrained his movements, a slow tunneling in and out, as perspiration dripped from his brow.
With two large men settled secure within her body, little room remained. Tyler retreated, sliding out, skimming Connor’s shaft, separated only by their latex and a thin membrane. Angela’s pussy quivered around both of them, rippling along Tyler’s cock, stroking him, forcing him closer to climax.
Tyler slipped back in, this time with ease, and a little more momentum. When his balls slapped against her pussy, she jerked.
“Oh.”
“Oh, is right. OK, nobody move for a minute. This won’t last long, and I want to enjoy every second.” He took a few deep breaths to calm the roaring in his ears.
Connor gulped. “Buddy, I’m ready to explode here.”
Connor’s raspy whisper caused Angie to groan. Small tremors ran through her body. Up till now, his friend had kept still, letting her adjust to accommodating the two of them. But Tyler knew he must be feeling the pain of holding himself in check, desperate for the need to fuck.
Tyler pulled out, and Connor surged up. When he dropped back, Tyler drove in. It wasn’t the smoothest rhythm, but it did the job. Moisture trickled down the side of Tyler’s face.