Her men loved it. She knew they mentally pounded their chests, howling like the cavemen they were at heart, when they took her in the ass. They loved that she gave over, that she let them have her in such a base, arousing, primitive way.
She also would never have predicted that she’d enjoy being fucked while others watched. Just a bit ago, she’d have sworn that she wouldn’t be able to give over to it. That she’d never be able to relax and enjoy, to say nothing of coming wildly, flailing away in messy, rowdy orgasm, in front of onlookers. She’d never thought of sex as a spectator sport.
But Wes had pushed her into it, that night he had her in front of Ri and Andy. Somehow, he’d broken down her reserve, made something that had seemed taboo hotly exciting instead. She knew that since then, between Ri and Wes, one had watched while the other had fucked her. Often, she’d be in Ri’s bed, underneath him, coming in her ever-so-unladylike, loud way, about the time Wes got home from work. She’d no more catch her breath than Wes would be pushing Ri aside and filling her himself, or else just lifting her out from under him and carrying her off to his own bed.
Or the other way around.
She’d come to love that, too. Sometimes, she’d open her eyes and lock gazes with the one who watched. She’d see him rub himself, making himself ready for his turn with her. The one fucking her seemed to always be aware of it, always determined that she’d scream out her orgasm. Like it was a contest. Like they both didn’t know that the next one would do just the same. That she was as helpless against one as the other.
And that other thing. She wasn’t blind. Internet porn was out there, and she’d seen as much of it as—well, some. She’d seen threesomes. She’d known double penetration was possible. But it hadn’t looked like much fun.
Turned out it was fun. Incredibly so. It was wildly, endlessly erotic.
More than that, though—it was spectacularly moving.
Wes and Ri both loved her. She loved both of them. It should have seemed wrong, forbidden. She’d searched her heart and talked it over with both of them. Their love as a threesome, as a ménage, was just so true that they could only accept it. Be grateful for it.
And nothing was more powerful, nothing felt more right, than when they both had her. They filled her body, stretching and completing her, uniting all three of them. Making them one.
Oh, that wasn’t a conversation the guys would have. Ri and Wes accepted their relationship with each other, loved each other as brothers. And she knew, too, that they loved sharing her body. Nothing turned them on like fucking her ass when the other had his cock shoved up her pussy. The few times they’d all shared orgasms that way had been mindblowingly hot.
The sweet pleasure she took in being the glue in that three-way relationship, the frosting in their little sandwich cookie, was something she kept hugged to herself. They might realize she felt it, but they weren’t going to talk about it.
Still, making love with two men was an unexpected, almost unbelievable pleasure.
And now it would be three.
Felicity still lay in a collapsed, hot mess, as Andy went off to the bathroom. She could glimpse Ri through strands of her hair, his magnificent, hard body bare, his hand stroking that equally magnificent—and hard—cock. She was aware of movement behind her—Wes was there between her legs now.
She knew what was coming, and she quivered in both tension and delight. Delight was stronger. She was ready for this. Her love belonged to all three men, and she would take all three of them into her body.
Ri leaned forward. He tangled his fingers in her hair and slid it back. He wanted to see her face as Wes took her.
She felt Wes’s hands on her hips and kept her gaze on Ri’s. Her ass had tightened in relief when Andy had exited her body, and Wes played with her now to ready her again. He touched her, rubbing in a fresh supply of lube, reaming her with just the tip of his middle finger.
The view he had wasn’t enough for Ri. “Lift her up,” he told Wes. Wes knew what he wanted—they’d done this before. He kept his finger in her ass, but used his other hand to circle into her hair. He pulled her up, bringing her to her feet, arching her back to show off her breasts, and riding her down a little on his finger.
Ri liked it. Keeping his gaze on her—well, specifically, on her tits—he came around to her side. He put his fingers on her clit and his mouth on her nipple. He sucked her in hard and gently stroked her clit.
Felicity arched, her head dropping to Wes’s shoulder, to let Ri have his way with her tit. Then Andy was there, too, taking her other nipple into his hot mouth.
Groaning, Felicity cupped both their heads, holding them to her. They sucked harder, making her nipples burn and sting. Ri let go for just a moment.
“Shove your cock up her ass, Wes.”
He went back to her nipple and stroked her clit with more wicked intent as Wes demonstrated his perfect agreement with Ri’s command. He crouched a bit behind her, just enough to fit his cock at her hole and push in.
“Ohh.”
He took his time at it, pausing as he first breached her and again when she was stretched to the max around that big bulb of his head. Then he slowly advanced, letting her feel every inch until she was filled again, taken in that most base, dominating way.
At her breasts, Ri and Andy had lifted their heads to watch her face as Wes took possession of her ass. As she groaned with it, they started working her nipples with their fingers, and Ri got busy again at her clit. She moaned and, uncontrollably, her hips flexed, riding Wes’s cock, doing the work of an ass-fucking for him.
“You’ve never double-fucked a woman, have you, Andy?” Ri spoke, but he kept his attention on Felicity. He moved his fingers to her pussy and shoved in, making her shudder. “You’ve never known what it feels like to have a woman’s cunt wrapped around your cock while another man takes her in the ass. Sit on the bed. You’re going to like this. She’s going to take all three of us.”
Andy’s eyes blazed as he looked at Felicity. He cupped her neck and took her mouth, thrusting in with his tongue, nipping at her lips. Then, keeping one hand at her neck and the other on her tit, he sat back on the bed. Each man used whatever grasp he had on her to push or pull her closer.
Knowing what was coming, Felicity raised one knee to the bed. Wes used his grip on her to lift until her other knee came up and she straddled Andy’s hips. Ri’s fingers were gone from her pussy. Andy’s cock was there instead, the hard length of him pressing against her clit. She stroked herself on him, riding up and down until it was clear he’d had enough.
He caught hold of her on an upstroke and held her above him enough that his distended cock could slip between her legs. He centered himself at her opening.
The way he lifted her had left Wes on an outstroke, too, the tip of his cock right at her anus, just holding his place. Watching her with great intent, Andy pushed her down, forcing both cocks into her.
Felicity shivered and groaned, nearly overcome by that powerful incursion. She arched and moaned, settling down on them, letting them have all of her, giving over. She rolled her head, closing her eyes and relishing the wonderful sense of being taken, owned.
Big hands covered her tits, palming them, before fingers took her nipples, tugging, pulling, squeezing. Then another big hand took the back of her neck and drew her forward.
She opened her eyes to see that Andy had fallen back on the bed. He had a grip on her hip with one hand, and the other was one of those working her tit. The hands on her neck and other tit belonged to Ri. He was on his knees next to Andy, and his intent was clear. He was bringing her mouth to his cock.
“One more, Red,” he said. “One more cock for you. One more place for us to fuck.”
“Yes,” she said, wanting it.
“Suck my cock. Take me deep.”
“Yes.” That, too.
“Jesus.”
That was Andy, his cock stirring deep inside her as she took Ri into her mouth and then down her throat. She
knew they all watched. Somehow, her acceptance of that last cock was the biggest turn-on of all. They each groaned and surged into her. Ri clutched her head with both hands and fucked into her mouth. Wes gripped her hips, controlling her, securing her for the two cocks that fucked her, ass and pussy. He grunted his pleasure as he started stroking in and out of her ass.
Andy cupped both her tits now, his thumbs and fingers squeezing her nipples in time to his fucks. He arched, thrusting up into her, wedging his feet onto the bed somewhere and using his knees to spread her open wide.
She was helpless to it all, penetrated three times over, used in every way a man could have a woman.
Felicity loved it. Loved that she could accommodate all three of them. Loved that her body belonged to them, a vessel for their pleasure, triple-fucked. She held herself with one hand on Andy’s shoulder, another steady on Ri’s hip, and gave herself over to it.
“Christ.” Andy pinched her nipples harder, shaking her breasts with it. “This is fucking good. So fucking good.” He timed a hard thrust into her with one of Wes’s, and then held deep. “Fuck her ass, Wes. Fuck her hard.”
She was lifted off the bed with it, impaled on Andy’s cock, driven higher by Wes as he blasted into her. Her clit burned with excitement, the stimulation as Wes’s thrusts worked her harder, stretched her more where Andy pierced her, was overwhelming. She started humming anxiously, the most she could manage with Ri’s cock down her throat.
“Ri,” Wes directed. “You’d better finish off, man. She needs to scream, and she can’t do that with your fucking dick down her throat.”
“Good idea, right, baby?”
Ri lifted her a little more, arching back a bit, giving her every last inch of cock. The others paused to watch. His big hands contained her, steadying her so he could pump into her mouth, down her throat. “Suck me, baby. You’re so fucking good at this. You love it, don’t you?”
He went deep and held there for a long moment, arching, nearly shuddering as his orgasm neared. She could feel it in the strain of it in his cock. “Fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you, you little fuck bitch? You can bring all three of us to our knees.” He pulled back, making quick hard fucks into her mouth, torturing himself along with her. “You’re going to have it. I’m going to give you what you want. I’m fucking coming down your throat.”
She did want it. She wanted him to give over, to lose control as he spurted into her. To accept him, to take his cum as he spent himself into her.
Sealing her lips tightly around him, she sucked hard. He swore and called her a bitch again, quivering as he fucked her mouth faster and faster. Wes and Andy urged him on, exhorting him to take her deep, telling him how hot it was to watch. Instructing him to come.
He did. He paused for a long moment, growling and leaning down over her. Then he pushed through her mouth and down her throat, shuddering as his cum tore through his cock and burst into the back of her throat. “Swallow. Fucking bitch.”
She did. He drew back enough that she felt every spurt, got just a taste of that salty fluid.
He held her head through the end of it, until every last spasm had him totally emptied. He collapsed over her then, his lips buried in her hair as he nestled into her. “Good girl. Good girl.”
With long, deep breaths, he slowly recovered. Then he sat back on his heels and lifted her face up. “Wes and Andy are going to fuck you now. I’m going to watch you come.”
Those other two were stirring now, after that respectful lull when they’d watched Ri get off. Andy was rubbing his hands over her tits, compressing them against her chest and making sure her nipples got a good, chafing tug with each pass. Wes was deep in her ass, just circling a bit now, reaming her with the root of his cock.
“Yes,” she said, her attention drawn back to those two cocks still inside of her. “Yes.”
Ri came up higher, keeping her face close to his, arching her back onto the men who filled her. “Have at her, you guys. Fuck her.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Abruptly, both cocks withdrew and then jammed back into her. A moment of fear shuddered through her at that hard invasion, that all-but-impossible amount of distention. Then Andy flicked her nipples and Wes slid a hand around to her clit, and she was gone with it.
They both fucked into her, Andy arching off the bed to do it, causing Felicity to rise and then fall even harder down on Wes’s cock. They pounded into her, working her tits and clit, groaning with their own rising excitement.
More curses burned the air, more praise for the fuck-appeal of her body.
Their words got stronger, harsher, as they drove her and themselves higher.
“Goddam. Goddammit, baby.”
“I can feel you in her ass. I can fucking feel—Jesus.”
Her body wracked, rocked, tossed between them like a boat in a storm. She was moored only by the hold Ri kept on her, her face to his, their gazes locked. She cried out, a long, jittery moan.
Ri’s expression was fierce, as though he was as driven as the rest of them. He clenched his hands on her and kissed her, deep and rough. “Come, sweetheart. Fucking scream with it.”
She did. Both Wes and Andy were flailing into her now, howling as their own orgasms threatened. Her own climax was incredibly strong, blasting over her like a tsunami. She shook, out of control as it rose and tore her apart.
Feral growls barely registered. The hot bursts of semen deep within her made only a distant impression. The riotous, wracking, final harsh fucks into her body barely registered on the last threads of consciousness.
“Ahh. Ahhh.”
At the end, she closed her eyes even to Reinen. She convulsed, spasming hard, entirely overcome. She screamed and screamed, like she couldn’t let go of it, like every last sexual nerve she owned was set on fire.
Finally, Ri let her down and she collapsed onto Andy’s chest, Wes falling on top of her like he could burrow in and make them one. They were all four panting, harsh breaths of pleasure and satisfaction.
And contentment. Like they all knew what had been done.
They’d sealed this deal. She was theirs. They were all three hers. Three men and a woman.
* * * *
Three weeks later, Felicity was alone in the house. It didn’t happen much. Occasionally she had a day when she didn’t have to work, when Juniper went to her day care and the men all had duty, but that was a rare event.
Her three men all had different work schedules, so most often one or the other of them was around. And usually when she was home, she kept Juniper with her.
All in all, it worked out okay for her. In fact, it was lovely.
One couldn’t really say they’d established a routine—with her own irregular hours, each week, each day, was different. But she loved what they had.
They hadn’t found space for her to have her own room yet. They’d talked about it, and Ri was considering if they could build on where they were, or whether they should look for some place with a better potential for more space. There was an intention for more children—several of them, to hear the men speak of it. Already, the yard was smaller, what with Felicity’s love for garden beds and Juniper’s outstanding new play set.
In the meantime, she’d more or less moved into Ri’s room, since he had the biggest suite. Though, where she spent any particular night was anybody’s guess.
Some evenings, she was home alone with just one of them. They’d have dinner—she’d cook, if she’d been off that day, or they’d manage something together if they’d both worked. They’d put Juniper to bed and then, usually, she’d fall asleep with whoever was home. After whatever kind of lovemaking had been on the menu that night—sweet and loving, wildly hot, whatever.
Very often, she didn’t wake up in the same place, or with the same man. The next one home would search her out. She was invariably naked, and sometimes he would just climb in, start loving her, and, pretty soon, she’d have her body penetrated by two cocks. Other times, she’d be lifted ou
t of bed and carried to another for second round of one-on-one. Followed by two-on-one, when the last of them arrived.
Sometimes, on weekends especially, they were all home. And once Juniper was in bed, they got a chance at the triple-fucking they all loved. That first time they’d been together that way, when they’d really made their commitment, always had a special place in Felicity’s heart. But every time they all four came together, it was spectacular. They might finish with her body bruised and more than well-used, but she considered the marks they left, the tender aches, to be her badges of their love.
Now, it was Saturday evening, and she was alone. Wes had to work until six, and Ri had called to say he was being kept late. Andy had taken Juniper up to visit Jean, and he’d told her they’d likely spend the night. Jean had recovered significantly from her stroke and was back in her home now, with a home health aide living in.
It was too late in the fall now to sit outside, but Felicity had poured a glass of wine and sat with it in the glassed-in sun room. She’d spent the day in the gardens, readying them for winter. Sunset light set a glow to the colorful Japanese maples, and she enjoyed the sense of being surrounded by fall foliage and still tucked warm inside the house.
When her phone buzzed, she was happy to see it was Wes. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby. My car won’t start. Can you pick me up?”
“Sure. What pier are you at?”
“Four. Give me a call and I’ll meet you at the gate.”
“All right. It will be a few minutes.”
“Take your time. In fact, why don’t you dress up a little? Let’s go to Byrd & Baldwins. Have a nice dinner together.”
Felicity smiled. “Like, a date?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Like that.”
“Sure. I’ll take a little longer, then.”
“You know where to find me. Bye, baby.”
Felicity held the phone to her heart like a teenage girl getting her first call from a boy. Her men treated her very well, but between four jobs and a baby, they didn’t have a lot of time for romantic outings.
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