by Anthology
“They’re going to know,” Benford said quietly as he began to walk in a circle around her.
“Are they?” Dominic asked, leaning against a tree in a cavalier pose.
“Know what?” Clari was surprised at the sultry note in her voice.
Benford stopped in front of her. “That he’s just satisfied you.” He stepped closer and put a finger under her chin, raising her face to the moonlight. “Your lips are red and swollen from his kisses.” He leaned down and delicately sniffed her neck, not quite touching her. Sensation skated down her back, making her shiver. “And you smell of sex,” he whispered in her ear. He nuzzled his nose in her hair. “Did he fuck you?”
Clari was breathing hard, aroused by Benford’s inspection. His last question made her sex throb.
“No,” Clari answered, her voice a whisper. “No, he didn’t fuck me…Ben.”
At her words, he pulled back and stared at her. “Why not?” he asked after a moment. “I would have.”
Clari smiled. “I think you mean you will,” she told him, and Ben smiled back as he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were softer, fuller than Dominic’s, not so aggressive. It was a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue invading and filling her mouth, making her think of his cock doing the same. They didn’t touch except for that kiss, the deprivation itself a sort of sexual game that made her tingle. Ben pulled back and looked at her hungrily. “You taste like Dom.”
She looked at Dominic. He was smiling—the wolfish, aroused smile that made her inner muscles clench, made her feel every nerve there left sensitive by their previous play.
“The banns will be read this Sunday,” he said quietly.
Chapter Four
Clari arched her back, taking the hard cock fucking into her with practiced ease. She felt like she was melting she was so aroused, so wet. She’d already come, but he was merciless, fucking her just the way she liked, rubbing that sweet spot inside over and over.
“Stop.”
The voice came from the chair in front of the hearth. Dominic sat there, clothed, his pose relaxed as he watched Ben fuck her.
They’d been married for five months. After a brief wedding trip to Italy to visit some of Dominic’s mother’s relatives, they’d returned and begun their life together. Ben was an important part of that life.
He’d fucked her before tonight. They’d done just about everything together, with a few exceptions, while Dominic watched or participated. One of her favorite memories was the night they’d gone to the opera. Ben had slowly slid to the floor during the performance, hidden by the drape over the banister of their box. He’d lifted Clari’s skirt and licked and teased her pussy endlessly while Dominic had watched, absently stroking Ben’s hair. To anyone observing them it would have looked as if Dominic was simply talking to his wife, his hand on her knee. She’d come two or three times, and was so wet and boneless they had to leave during the intermission. Dominic had been so aroused that as soon as they got in the carriage he’d fucked her roughly from behind while Ben watched. That was the first time they’d tied her up, after they got home.
Ben stopped thrusting into her soaking cunt, his breathing labored. “Dom,” he panted, pleading. He’d been about to pull out and come, Clari could tell. Dominic could as well.
Dominic rose from his chair and walked over to the bed, lord of all he surveyed. Clari loved it when they played this game, when she and Ben had to do everything Dominic told them to. He looked at Ben and Ben pulled slowly out of her, groaning.
“Are you ready, Clari?” Dominic asked, his voice soft and tender. They had discussed this today, before Ben arrived.
Clari rolled over and laid her cheek on the bed. She reached out a hand to Dominic. He took it and raised it to his lips for a kiss. She nodded as he held her hand and looked into her eyes. She was ready, more than ready. She’d been fantasizing about this for months, begging them to do it. They hadn’t told Ben yet.
“Ready for what?” Ben asked, his voice still breathless.
Dominic let her hand drop and began to unbutton his waistcoat. Clari looked over her shoulder and saw Ben’s eyes narrow in speculation as he watched Dominic undress. He looked down at Clari watching him and his face split into a big grin.
“Damn me, is he finally going to let us all fuck?” he exclaimed, his excitement evident.
Clari laughed. “Yes, he is.”
Ben licked down the curve of her back, making Clari moan, then he nibbled on the cheek of her ass and she cried out in mock protest. “I get this,” Ben purred, stroking both hands over her ass, placing kisses along the curve of it, licking the crease, wet with juice from their earlier fucking. Clari shivered at the erotic sensations.
“Did I say you could fuck my wife’s ass, Ben?” Dominic asked silkily.
Ben froze. He knew what Dominic wanted. They were still playing the game. “Please, Dom, please,” he begged in a low voice. “You’ve never let me before. I’m begging, please.” He leaned down and Clari saw him rub his cheek over her round bottom, his beard scratchy, his eyes closed with a look of adoration on his face. “I’ve watched you fuck it, Dom, listened to you tell me how tight and hot and marvelous it is.” He opened his eyes and leaned back on his haunches. “Please, Dom.”
Dominic’s smile was filled with anticipation. “Since you beg so sweetly, Ben, I will let you fuck Clari’s ass.” He placed both fists on the bed and leaned over until his lips were at Ben’s ear. “I’ll let you see for yourself how tight it is, how it hugs your long, hard cock and squeezes it until you beg for mercy. You’ve seen how much Clari likes it in the ass, Ben.” He turned his head to look at Clari. “And I know how good you are at fucking one.”
Clari shivered with lust. Dominic and Ben had alluded to the fact they’d fucked women together in the past. But they hadn’t fucked her together. Tonight she wanted both cocks inside her. Dominic had promised.
“Mine,” she whispered possessively, rising to her hands and knees, and gently pushing Dominic back until he stood with a grin. “Both cocks are mine tonight.”
Ben’s arms went around her waist and he hugged her tight as he kissed her back. Dominic just laughed.
“We’ve made you a greedy little thing, haven’t we, Ben?” Dominic asked as he whisked off his shirt and threw it to the floor.
“Thank God,” Ben breathed, licking and kissing the smooth skin of her back, his hands kneading her aching breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned in delight. He was so good, almost as good as Dominic.
When Dominic removed his pants Clari knew it wasn’t going to be a long fuck, which was fine with her. She was ready, so sensitive from her earlier orgasms she knew she would probably come as soon as they both entered her. Dominic’s cock was at its hardest, as long as it could get, and moisture was leaking continually from the slit in the full head. Watching her and Ben fuck, and knowing what was coming, had him as aroused as she and Ben were.
Dominic crawled onto the bed and propped his shoulders up on the pillows at the head. “Fuck her, and then I’ll enter her.”
Ben needed no other encouragement. He grabbed Clari around the waist and lifted her up, moving her so she was straddling Dominic. Clari was continually amazed at the strength of the two men. She knew she was not a small woman, but they made her feel almost delicate when they loved her.
Ben ruined her sweet thoughts when he unceremoniously shoved her facedown on Dominic’s stomach, pulling her hips up roughly so her ass was in the air. She grunted at the force of it. “And here I was thinking how strong and gentle you were,” she mumbled, and Dominic laughed. He ran a hand through her hair.
“You can’t expect him to be gentle now, love, not when he’s finally going to fuck your delicious ass.”
“With you,” Ben growled, as he pressed his cock into her pussy. “I just need to get wet again, sweetheart,” he told her softly, thrusting deep several times, making her gasp. “I finally get to fuck her with you, Dominic. I get to feel your cock rubbing on mine as
we both fuck her. God! I’ve been dreaming about it. Fucking Clari with you, sharing your wife, it’s been the most amazing sexual experience I’ve ever had. This is the ultimate gift.” He stopped for a moment, deep inside her, his breath ragged again. “Do you both understand how much it means to me, to be a part of your love? I see how much you love each other and the chance to be even a small part of it…” his voice faded, choked with emotion.
“Ben,” Clari said, her voice wavering, tears filling her eyes. “We love you, Ben. You are our best friend.”
Dominic’s hand caressed Ben’s at her waist, then rested on it. “Yes, Ben. You have been my best friend for a long time. Helping me to give Clari this, to watch her sexuality grow and develop, knowing that I never have to worry because you are there to help us, to share with us, to help me protect her and pleasure her. It means a great deal to me. More than you can ever know.”
“I hope you know one day, Ben,” Clari whispered. She rose to her hands and knees, closing her eyes as she imagined Dominic fucking a mystery woman with Ben, Ben’s wife, sharing the same intimacies Ben shared with them. She knew that she could accept that, perhaps even participate in it.
“Clari,” Ben whispered, his voice raw with blatant need.
Dominic rose, his weight on one arm as he reached up and stroked Clari’s jaw. “Yes, darling.” When she turned back to him he kissed her, at first tender, but their arousal was too close to the surface, their need too rough, too volatile. His kiss turned hard and demanding and his hand fisted in her hair, twisting her head to fuck her mouth better with his tongue, to bite her lips until she cried out.
Ben pulled out of Clari’s sheath and she felt the tip of his cock nudge the tight entrance in her ass as he positioned himself. She gasped against Dominic’s mouth, unconsciously relaxing her muscles, preparing to take Ben inside. He pressed and she moaned as the plump head of his cock breached her.
“Yes, Clari,” Dominic breathed, looking over her shoulder, watching Ben stroke into her. His hand trembled in her hair and she could hear the wonder in his voice. He wanted this as much as she and Ben, more probably. The waiting had been deliberate. He’d made them all mad for it by denying them this last pleasure. Perhaps it had been for the best. Clari felt as close to Ben now as Dominic did. This was truly a sharing between the three of them. If they hadn’t waited, it might not have held the special meaning it did tonight.
With one hard thrust Ben pushed into her to the hilt and Clari cried out at the pleasure of being filled. She loved to feel a cock in her ass. Ben felt different than Dominic, longer, but not as thick. She’d noticed the difference when she’d first fucked him, first sucked his cock. He felt like…well, Ben. Just as Dominic felt like Dominic. Ben pulled out and stroked in, deep, but not too fast, the way she liked it.
“You’ve been studying Dominic’s technique,” she teased breathlessly. He thrust into her again and she bit her lip as her head fell back in rapture at the sweet assault.
“I’ve memorized the way he fucks you, Clari,” Ben whispered. “I fist my cock and come shouting when I’m home in my bed alone, remembering how you two look when he fucks your ass for me.”
“Oh God.” Clari’s arms trembled and she started to lower herself but Dominic stopped her.
“I’ve got to get inside you, Clari,” Dominic whispered, his voice filled with desperate passion. “Ben…”
Dominic lay down and let Ben take over. It showed Clari more than anything how overcome Dominic was by this experience. Ben wrapped an arm around her waist and supported her against his chest as Dominic slid down and positioned his cock underneath them. Ben slowly lowered Clari, moving with her, within her, as she sheathed Dominic’s penis in her cunt. It was tight, tighter than it had ever been.
“God,” Dominic groaned, voicing her thoughts, “you’re so tight, Clari. Christ!” His back arched of the bed as he slid the last inch until he was seated fully within her.
Ben was breathing hard behind her, his arm locked around her waist, holding her still. She felt so full it was just this side of pain, the good side. How she loved the sting of it, she wanted to ride these two cocks until she screamed. She tried to move but both men protested, Ben’s arm tightening, Dominic’s hand flying to her waist to grip her there.
“No, Clari!” Dominic’s back arched again when she squeezed him with her inner muscles, her vagina clamping tight around him. He fell back to the bed with a groan. “I’m not going to last, it feels too good, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside a woman with Ben.”
“Don’t last,” Clari cried out. “I want to feel you fucking me. I want you both to come inside me.” She fought them. “Please, Dominic, please.” She was sobbing, and she didn’t care.
Ben spoke, his voice guttural with the effort to hold back. “She’s right, Dom. Christ, let’s fuck her hard and fast now. We can fuck her again later, slower. But right now I’ve got to give her what she begs for.”
“Do it,” Dominic’s voice lashed out. “Fuck her.” He pulled out and then slammed into her as Ben pulled out and she screamed at the pleasure of it, the pain of it. Ben slammed into her ass as Dominic pulled out, and Clari sobbed. The two men fucked her roughly, but their movements were smooth, choreographed, as if they’d done this dance before, many times. Clari reveled in their skill and expertise.
Dominic reached down and pressed his thumb against her swollen clitoris, each thrust of their cocks driving her against that pressure.
“I’m going to come, Dominic, I’m going to come,” she chanted, her breath panting, her voice hoarse.
“Yes, angel, do it, come,” he urged her. “I want to feel you squeeze us both as we fill you.”
Clari sobbed out his name as the spasms overtook her, like a wave gaining speed as it sped to shore, only to crash violently upon it. When the peak hit, she screamed again, the sound rough and desperate. She could feel her pussy and ass strangling their cocks with the force of her orgasm, and both men cried out. Ben came first, slamming into her and shouting. It was the first time he’d come inside her while fucking her. He’d come in her mouth, but he wouldn’t risk it in her pussy, wouldn’t risk impregnating her, the scandal it might cause. But she could feel the heat of his semen as it filled her ass, and it made her clench tight on them again.
“Ben,” she keened, “God!”
Dominic’s neck arched and he gasped. “Christ! I can feel it.” And then his shoulders hunched as he cried out, and Clari felt his cock jerk inside her over and over, felt his cum run out of her pussy and down her thighs as he filled her to overflowing.
It was darkest night when Clari woke to find herself cocooned between the two men. She didn’t remember much after she’d come again from Dominic’s climax. She didn’t feel sticky, so she guessed they’d cleaned her up. She smiled in the dark. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“What are you smiling about, minx?” Dominic whispered in the dark, and she looked up to see him smiling at her. She lay on his chest while Ben spooned her from behind.
“How you two take care of me,” she whispered back, and laid her head down again, listening to his heartbeat.
Dominic stroked her hair tenderly. “The first time I saw you, Clari, a little lost debutante hiding in Merwell’s woods, I knew you were the woman for me. I don’t know how I knew it, I just did. My soul must have recognized yours, seen a spirit and passion that could match my own. By the time I asked you to marry me—”
Clari laughed. “You didn’t ask, you told me I was going to,” she reminded him.
She could feel his smile in the dark even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Fine. By the time I told you you were going to marry me, I wanted you so much, I loved you so much…even if you couldn’t accept what I wanted. I hoped you would be strong enough, brave enough to be free with me, but even if you weren’t, I meant to have you.”
“Oh, Dominic,” Clari said softly and she kissed his chest. “I’ve come a long way from that lost little debutante.”
He chuckled. “I was almost too afraid to dare reach for what we both wanted.”
Dominic kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep, my daring debutante.”
About the Authors
KyAnn Waters
KyAnn Waters lives in Utah with her husband, two children and two dogs. She spends her days writing and her evenings with her family. She enjoys sporting events on the television, thrillers on the big screen, and hot scenes between the pages of her books.
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Maxie Cooper
Maxie Cooper wears many hats, writing in multiple genres under various pseudonyms. In addition to writing, she has a passion for sexy new shoes, decadent chocolate and hot, steamy novels. She can often be found indulging in one or more of these guilty pleasures at the same time.
Although Maxie physically resides in a small upstate New York community, her imagination takes her to faraway magical places where an element of fantasy usually finds its way into her award-winning books.
Rebecca Airies
Rebecca Airies has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery or horror, the genre doesn’t matter as long as the stories capture her interest and take her on an adventure. She soon discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell their stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.
Rebecca lives in the heart of Texas. She loves the outdoors, growing things, and working on crafts when she’s not lost in the worlds of her characters. Please feel free to write and tell her what you think; she’d love to hear from you.