Triad

by Selena Kitt

  “May I have my silverware, please? My food is getting cold.”

  With caution, the twin who’d taken it handed the utensils back, but she was thinking about how she could turn this to her favor. Did she dare attempt the fantasy she’d always had? Well, not always, but since she first met Lenny.

  Her stomach quivered at the memory. She and Randy were going at it in the basement, having sex on the pool table when Lenny came down looking for Randy. She saw the hunger on his face as he gawked at her breasts. He’d said something, then left. She had liked the idea of him liking what he saw so she’d suggested they invite him to join them sometime. The idea excited him, causing him to lose his load all too soon.

  The threesome never happened, but it didn’t stop the fantasies, even after she hooked up with Lenny. Randy was the wild side to Lenny’s soft, loving side. It’d be yummy to have her cake and eat it, too. However, she wasn’t comfortable approaching Lenny about the idea for fear of him thinking he didn’t satisfy her like his brother did. The truth was, he more than took care of her. But now, well…now they had opened the door. Why not try to take them through it? Or at least foil their plan in the attempt…

  She finished eating, set her plate in the sink, then told them, “When you’re finished cleaning up the kitchen, come find me.” She left them with their mouths hanging open. Guess they expected her to argue, maybe try to talk them out of it. Not this time. They wanted her to play? Then she was going to enjoy herself.

  * * * *

  Jackie looked up when the guys came into the living room. Letting her eyes roam over one, then the other, she grinned. “A wet t-shirt contest? Why wasn’t I invited?”

  Sauntering across the room, she said, “Oh, I guess I’m the judge.” She ran a finger up their chests, flicked viewable nipples as she began to put her plan in motion.

  “Mmm, I think this shirt is wetter.” Digging her nails into the material, she ripped it open, giving the chest an appreciative look.

  “Yum!” She looked over at the other twin and winked. “I think this is going to take some real studying, some hands on for me to know absolutely who is who.”

  She pulled the man with the ripped shirt closer and kissed the parted lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He tangled with her until she pulled away. Bringing Randy’s lips to hers, she ran her tongue over them. They both tasted alike—dinner. She lingered before slipping into his mouth to give her husband a moment to grasp where she was going with this. Randy sucked on her tongue and pulled on a nerve deep within her, bringing hot need straight down into her clit. She pushed him away before she ruined her own intention. He certainly hadn’t lost his touch, nor had her body forgotten how he commanded it. She eyed Lenny, who watched her with no obvious clue to give away who he was. Still—she knew. Looking from his glazed eyes to the matching set of his brother, she took a step back.

  Smiling, she rested the tip of her tongue on the roof of her mouth, studying the speechless boys. “I’ll be waiting.” Without hurry, she went down the hall to the bedroom, stripped, then stretched out on her stomach. Shame she didn’t have a camera recording their reaction. She hoped they’d consent to doing what they’re both best at—loving her their way, together. Her body was ready to be ravished.

  With raised eyebrows, she watched the doorway, wondering where they were. Had she ruined their plan, and hers? Or were they in the mist of their infamous rock-paper-scissor game to see who came first. If they tied. as they often did, she hoped they’d say to hell with it and both come. “Please, please, please, let both of them come,” she prayed as she dropped her chin on the bed.

  The lights went out, startling her, but then she relaxed. They were coming. The ache in her pussy grew. Her heart pounded in anticipation.

  While she didn’t hear them come in, her sense of smell knew when they’d come into the bedroom, naked. She could smell their arousal. She smiled and waited. The bed dipped down near her legs. Her stomach quivered with anticipation.

  “Mmm.” She moaned when they traced the sole of her feet with a fingertip. The mere anticipated touch had her tingling.

  “Oh, god.” She groaned as tingles ran up her legs. Wet tongues washed over the soles of her feet, moved over her heel and trailed up her calves to the back of her knees. Her breathing quickened as they coupled the assault with feather-like touches skimmed over her thighs, teasing closer and closer to her pussy. She ached to move so fingers fell in, but whose? Tips of their tongues circled, ran along the curve of her cheeks then disappeared. She waited. What…where were they going to strike? She twitched, trembling with the unknown. They were taking forever.

  Teeth grazed her butt cheeks, causing her breath caught as liquid fire surged through her. They skirted down, licking along the crease edging her thighs their breath fanning the curls covering the tunnel aching for attention. Moving her hips downward, Jackie dug her fingers into the edge of the bed. Torture, they were torturing her with slowness.

  She needed to unleash her fire, their fire. She wanted them to become the lovers she knew them to be. It didn’t matter who was who. She wanted to taste, touch and feel them deep inside her—let her pussy claim their bodies. Unleash their uncontrollable need to pound her, to fill her with cum, to drive her over the edge. She wanted them to witness what she did to the other.

  “Oh!” she said with quiet need as they trailed kisses up her back, along her spine, across her shoulders, down her arms, moving faster, their breathing coming out quick. A tongue swirled over her wrist, drawing groans from her, muffled by the comforter. God, Lenny knew it drove her crazy.

  She pushed herself up to her knees and pulled her husband’s head to her breast. His mouth latched on sucking with a deep hunger. Her eyes rolled from the rising need. She grabbed Randy, taking his mouth a ferocious need. Shooting her tongue between his lips, he sucked until a deep ache screamed through her.

  Pushing him away, she whispered, “Eat me.”

  Jackie lay back on the bed, thrilled her husband came down with her. Randy moved between her legs and ran his tongue up from her crack to her protruding clit. Her fingers tangled in the dark hair of her husband suckling her breast as he molded and tweaked the other.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered.

  Randy thrust into her canal with fingers searching for her release button. He caressed it and backed off. “Oh, damn,” she whimpered. She moved her hips, trying to get him to do more. He thrust while mouthing, flicking around his magic fingers with his tongue.

  “Oh, god.” Fire flamed from her breasts to her pussy. She wanted—no, needed—raw sex. Jackie pushed Lenny from her chest, pulling away from both of her lovers long enough to position herself on all fours. She grasped his cock, licking up, down, circling, as shudders swept through her. Wrapping her lips around the head, she sucked hard, fast—hungry for the sounds her actions drew from him, hungry for the taste of his cum.

  Hands slipped along her hips, gripping as hardness filled her tunnel. Shivers shimmied through her.

  “Mmm,” she moaned around magnificent dick in her mouth. She slowed her mouth to rock back and forth on the shaft thrusting in and out of her. Lenny’s fingers tangled in her hair, ran over her back, pressing in as they went and he eased in and out of her mouth. She had the men where she wanted them. Finally!

  “Oh, baby,” she heard as her lips met the base of his cock. He thrust, holding her as she bobbed, bringing him closer to shooting down her throat. She wanted it, needed it. The grunts from behind her said Randy was nearing the point of no return. The awkwardness of trying to give both cocks equal attention had her pressing back against Randy while she sucked with wild abandonment on Lenny’s length.

  The room filled with grunts as they pounded her relentlessly. Cum hit the back of her throat and the orgasm shot through her like a rocket.

  “Oh, God, Jac, you feel so good,” Randy panted as he unloaded.

  Swallowing and panting, she found herself on her back before she began to calm from the af
tershocks. Hands moved over her slick body, caressing. She didn’t want it to end. Hoped they didn’t think she was near finished with them. Fingers neared her pubic area and she opened her legs wider, hoping they’d take the hint.

  Fingers plunged into her, causing her to buck with wild need. Randy thrust and hit her internal button. Warmth spread through her body as she came around his fingers, but instead of driving her up again as he once would do, he rubbed her pussy, slower and slower, easing her down.

  Jackie stretched, asking, “Damn! How was it for you guys?” She received a swat on the hip from Randy and Lenny pushed him out of the way. He lay between her legs and ran his tongue through the cum soaking her. Her breath caught, surprised her husband stepped over his comfort zone.

  “Oh, god, don’t stop,” she said, breathless yet still hot. She rose into him, his tongue bathing her, probing her tunnel, sucking her lips. Her insides were melting, tingling and she pressed against him, held still, letting the sensations mount until shudders swept over her then let him do it again, and again as she reached for Randy.

  She grabbed his soft cock and began to coax him back to life. It didn’t take long. His head lowered and she knew he watched her lick their juices from his stiffening shaft.

  “Tastes so good,” she moaned. “I love it.” She slipped the head into her mouth, easing down his length as he entered her throat. Randy leaned over her, resting his hands on the bed and thrust, going deeper. She caressed his hips, reached up and twisted his nipple as she shuddered through an orgasm, coming over Lenny’s tongue. Wow!

  Immersed in erotic heaven, Jackie cupped Randy’s balls, causing him to speed up as her tongue bathed him. She could feel the veins popping as he began to harden in her hand. He shuddered and she held her tongue stuff against his shaft. He moved faster and faster and then she felt her pussy filled with hardness. Her heart fluttered at the feel of him, but she wrapped a leg around Lenny, holding him tight, not wanting him to move quite yet.

  “Oh, glory to god! I’m going to shoot!” said Randy.

  Her throat, her mouth filled with cum, oozing from her lips. She swallowed as fast as she could, but it kept coming. It ran down her chin and she wiped it up and rubbed it on his belly.

  He stilled, his chest rising and falling with quickness. Her pussy clenched around the pulsating cock begging for action. She forced herself to be still.

  Randy eased from her mouth, but she wasn’t done with him. Licking her lips, she let her patient man go to turn back on all fours. Running her tongue over Randy’s belly, she licked up his cum while her husband entered her. Randy pulled her head up when she began to suck his soft appendage and laid it on his stomach, caressing her hair. She understood he needed time as did the cock moving in and out of her. Kissing his firm abdomen, she rose and gave her sole attention to her husband.

  She rocked, loving the feel of his strong hands holding onto her as he pounded her, but then he pulled out and flipped her over so fast, she didn’t have time to adjust before he was back inside her. Crossing her ankles over his back, she held onto his biceps as they came together, slapping hips. The air filled with raspy sounds, whimpers, and guttural moans from their depths.

  Sweat dripped from him onto her skin, he ground against her clit, pulled almost out, rammed her, did it again and again.

  “Oh, god, oh god,” she moaned as her body tensed, hovering on the edge. “Make me fall,” she begged. He pounded her, stopped, pounded her, over and over. She could feel it, it was there, right there hanging the tip of the cliff. “Make it let go,” she whispered.

  He grunted and she fell into the swirling pool. Their bodies convulsed together, familiar with each other. Lenny collapsed on her, panting near her ear. She smiled, but was too tired to do more than pry her legs from around.

  * * * *

  Jackie opened her eyes the moment daylight streamed through the window, being the early riser in the family. She looked at the naked bodies in her bed and chuckled. Body parts draped and hung as if exhaustion outweighed comfort. Perfect, it couldn’t have been more perfect if they’d discussed it first. It’d been everything she hoped, better to be honest. She pried an arm off her leg, another off her chest and climbed from the bed to shower before starting the day.

  She was out in the garden, picking beans to can and freeze when chatter had her looking over her shoulder.

  “Morning, lazy-butts!” she called out.

  “You’re the farmer.”

  “You were raised in the country.” They stood barefoot, wearing identical black shorts, not that it mattered. She wouldn’t know who she was bantering with if they wore different colors.

  “Can we help?”

  All right, what were they up to now?

  “Sure, you can.” She looked around to see what would be safest for her vegetables. “You can pull weeds in the corn rows. You know, the dirt path between the rows of corn.”

  “Ha ha.”

  “I’d put shoes and shirt on. And gloves wouldn’t hurt.”

  They came down the row behind her and picked her up by her underarms, letting her feet dangle.

  “Hey, guys! I’ve work to do if you want to eat this winter. Len, don’t you have to work today?”

  They set her down on the patio, sandwiched between them. The one behind her moved the lose strands of the hair and started kissing her neck. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she said about the time he started sputtering.

  “Damn, it tastes like—”

  “Bug spray. Part of my gardening attire.

  “Okay, fine. How long before you wash it off?” the man in front of her asked.

  “When the work is done.” She walked over to the ledge near the kitchen window and picked up her garden cologne. “I’ll be done sooner if you help.” They held out their arms, allowing her to spray them down. “Between the corn rows.” Smiling, she watched them take opposite sides of the twenty twelve-foot rows she planted. They got down on their hands and knees and started pulling. It was all she could do not laugh her ass off at the site of two grown men crawling around in the corn. They didn’t have to, but decided to let them punish themselves for a bit. She returned to the beans, knowing any moment they’d start to grumble.

  “This is going to take a week.”

  “Yeah, well, you have the softer end.”

  “No, you do. Let’s switch.”

  She smirked and watched them trade places, but continued on, deciding they needed to suffer a while longer, for the hell of it if for no other reason.

  “Man, the weeds are cemented in.”

  “Told you.”

  “Trade back.”

  “No.”

  Jackie rolled her eyes, went over to the shed, and pulled out two hoes. Walking over to the corn, she stood for a moment eyeing their asses. She whistled and they both looked around at her. “Nice view, sexy, I call a tie at ten.” She tapped the tools on the ground. “This is what I use to weed. I’m pretty sure you were brought up to use them, too.” They all but ran to her.

  Each man grabbed one, kissed her on the mouth and muttered, “Ten and a half,” as they walked away.

  Laughing, she returned to the beans to finish her last row for the day.

  When she reached the end of the row, she realized she hadn’t heard a peep from the guys in a while. She went along the corn until she saw them. They worked fast, having done a little over half between them, and the work was passable. Satisfied, she hauled the bushel of beans to her outdoor sink, uncovered it and started filling it with water before dumping the beans in to wash them. As it filled, she did what she often did when it was bean pickin’ day, she stripped out of the clothes and stood under the outdoor shower to wash the sweat, repellant and itch away. The cold water felt wonderful on her heated skin, caused as much from the guys’ near nakedness then the sun beating down on her. Without drying, she pulled on a smock top which once belonged her mother-in-law. It covered her ass and that was all she needed as she washed the beans and picked
off the ends. She had two tubs to put them in as she did. One for the ones she snapped for canning, the other for ones she left whole for the freezer.

  “Hey, tryin’ to distract us?”

  She grinned. “Get back to work.”

  “I did my half.” He stood under the shower with his shorts on. “You always run around naked?”

  “We’re in the country—no two-legged neighbors,” she said, watching the water run down his chest. “You’re distracting me. Why don’t you go in and turn the burner on under the black kettle?”

  He came over to her, dripping, and put his arms around her. “I think you’re the distraction.”

  “Mmm, think so? Well, you tell me which one you are and I might reward you special.”

  “I don’t know how much more special it can get after last night.” His hand moved down over her clit, massaging it.

  She melted into his fingers, swallowing the need to give him her full attention. “What did you like best?” she managed.

  “I don’t know. It was all amazing.”

  She widened her stance and curled her arm around his neck as his fingers probed farther. “I have chores to finish before I can play.”

  “You wash and I’ll play, then.”

  He pulled her hips back against him and she leaned over the sink still attempting to do the beans, but his cock slipped in so easy she couldn’t recall if she was putting the beans in the right tubs.

  “Cheat, cheat, cheat,” his brother said, coming up to them. “You had the easy side.”

  “You traded.”

  “You tricked me.” He stripped before stepping under the shower.

  She watched him run the soap over his chest as she tried to hold onto the sink with wet hands. His cock became rigid. Running her tongue over her lips, she could almost taste him. Fingers rubbed her clit and her head fell as she came with him. She splashed water on her face. “Oh, don’t stop now,” she groaned when he pulled out.