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THREE
TIMES
THE FUN
Part of the MMF Series
Melody Lewis
Copyright © 2013 Steam Books Erotica & Romance
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Happy birthday to the craziest, most amazing woman I’ve ever slept with – my gorgeous wife!
Robyn’s lips curved into a smile beneath her fingertips as she read the card that came with the bouquet of purple tulips, red roses and yellow calla lilies which had arrived just a few minutes earlier, the third bouquet she had received that day from her husband, David.
The first one had arrived at 9:45, shortly after she had arrived at the department store back office where she worked as a merchandising manager, while the second had been waiting for her when she returned from her lunch break.
Even before the second one arrived, though, she knew there would be three. It was her thirtieth birthday, after all, and he had already told her that they would make this birthday three times more special than the last, in celebration of three decades of a wonderful life. He had already given her three gifts, as well, which she had opened after breakfast – a pair of black lingerie, a stylish new case for her tablet, and a bottle of perfume.
The memory of those three gifts sprawled on the freshly made bed made Robyn’s smile wider. In truth, she had been dreading the coming of her thirtieth birthday, not wanting to face the fact that she was already three decades old, and yet, David had easily relieved her of all her anxiety by simply showing her how much he loved her.
She was truly one very lucky woman.
She had met David at her cousin’s wedding and shared a hotel room – and a bed – that same night. She had thought it would simply be a one-night stand, though half of her hoped it wasn’t. Then, one week later, just when her hope had almost ran out, he called her. They went out on a date, followed by several more, had sex after almost each one, and a year later, when they realized they were still as crazy for each other as when they had first met, decided to have a wedding on their own, though just a small one on a beach in Hawaii.
They had been married for four years since.
Apart from the fact that they did not have any children yet, which they weren’t really worried about, or at least, Robyn had resolved not to worry about until she was at least 32, their marriage had been perfect, so perfect that sometimes Robyn had to pinch herself just to make sure it was real.
True, they had disagreements, but they were few and far between, always followed by a sizzling round of make-up sex which made the disagreement worthwhile.
Then again, the sex, make-up or not, pre- or post-wedding, had always been sizzling.
That, Robyn thought, was one of the main reasons why she and David had not only stayed together, but stayed happy, madly in love. That, of course, and the fact that she made a conscious effort not to nag and to stay in perfect shape, as well as David’s tolerance of her cooking skills or lack thereof.
Her sister-in-law had once taunted her, saying that her marriage to David was built on lust and would not last, and yet it had whereas hers had fallen apart after a year. So what if she and David lusted for each other so much? Surely there was nothing wrong with that when they loved each as much as they wanted each other physically. Everyone knew, after all, that a couple who were happy in bed could be happy anywhere else.
And she and David were not just happy.
Somehow, they had always managed to amaze each other in bed. Through the years, they had tried a lot of things – they were always open to trying new things – and while not all of them had worked – Robyn frowned at the memory of one of their Egyptian cotton pillow sheets catching fire and the nasty bruise she had gotten once from the bathroom wall – they had never gone out of bed, or the shower stall, or the tub, or the fitting room, or wherever it was they were having sex, unsatisfied.
Tonight was sure to be a blast. It was a special occasion, after all, and on special occasions like this--birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, Thanksgiving and Valentine’s—the sex was always extra special.
Already, David had hinted that tonight would be one Robyn wouldn’t forget and she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.
She glanced at the clock on the corner of her screen, which told her there were only less than ten minutes left before she could leave the office, and she grinned again.
She definitely couldn’t wait.
~ ~ ~
“So what do you have in store for me this fine evening?” Robyn asked as she sipped her wine after dinner, no longer able to contain her impatience.
“Impatient already?” David grinned as he poured a glass of wine for himself.
“You know it’s been on my mind all day,” she said, choosing to be honest.
He chuckled. “Really? So, do you have any idea what my surprise in the bedroom might be?”
She paused, eyebrows creasing. “Are you going to do a sexy strip show for me?”
He took a sip from his glass of wine and swallowed. “Didn’t I do that already? I thought I told you we’d be doing something new?”
“Oh, right.” She set down her glass. “So what haven’t we tried yet? Hmm…”
He moved closer to her, pressing a kiss on her brown hair. “Why don’t you stop wondering and just start preparing? I’ve laid out the lingerie I gave you this morning on the bed in the guest room. You can take a shower and change there.”
“The guest room, huh?” She eyed him questioningly.
“When you’re done changing, knock on the bedroom door,” David went on.
She grinned. “Alright.”
Obediently, she got out of her chair, and after downing the remaining contents of her wineglass in one go, walked towards the guest room not far from the dining room. Sure enough, the black lace flyaway babydoll and matching V-string nylon panty that he had given her earlier were laid out on the bed cover, along with her favorite lavender silk robe.
Grinning, she stepped into the bathroom of the guest room, where David had thoughtfully placed her pouch of body essentials and her towel, then took a shower, all the while wondering what was waiting for her in the bedroom.
What could David have thought of this time?
After a while, she gave up, simply savoring how the water felt against her skin. Then, she stepped out of the shower, dried herself and put on the lingerie and the robe.
When the sash of the robe was securely in place, she walked out of the guest room and towards the bedroom, knocking on the door. After the second knock, David opened it, dressed in his own brown robe.
“Your surprise awaits, my lady,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it.
Quickly, Robyn surveyed the room, taking in the rose petals and confetti scattered on the bed and the carpet and the scented candles on the table near the window before her eyes rested on the box in the corner of the room.
A very large box.
“Is…that it?” she asked, pointing to it.
David nodded before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “I hope you like it.”
Nervous and excited, Robyn walked towards the box which had a huge pink bow on it. Slowly, she pulled up the lid, and as she did, the sides of the box collapsed, and it took a second for Robyn to register what was before her.
It was a man.
He rose up; wearing a pair of black trunk-style briefs and holding a large birthday card.
It was a man she knew well.
“Paul?”
He handed her the card in his hands. “Happy birthday, Robyn.”
Robyn took the card but her puzzled expression remained. She looked at David, her eyes asking for an explanation.
David walked to her. “Paul is your birthday surprise, darling, or I should say, he’s part of it. You see, I thought for your 30th birthday, we’d mix things up a little bit, and luckily, Paul, who’s as much my good buddy as he is yours, and whom we both know happily swings both ways, agreed to take part.”
“With pleasure,” Paul said with a wicked smile.
Robyn looked at David and then at Paul. “So you…?” She looked back at David. “So we’re having a threesome?”
David stroked her cheek. “I did promise you your birthday would be three times more special this year, didn’t I?”
Before Robyn could answer, David kissed her, his lips coming down so fiercely on hers that for a moment, Robyn couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.
She kissed him back – she couldn’t help it, her lips were made for kissing him back – and before she knew it, the large birthday card Paul had given her slipped from her grasp as she placed her hand on David’s jaw, the card and Paul both forgotten.
When, as David laid her down on the bed after discarding her robe, she managed to catch a glimpse of Paul and remember why he was there, she no longer cared. True, she was still surprised, shocked even, and maybe a part of her was afraid, but she was not about to refuse. She had never refused any of David’s suggestions and she would not do so now, not simply out of cowardice. Besides, as David had said, Paul was a good friend and she trusted him. They both did.
Leaving her thoughts at that, she closed her eyes, relaxing, surrendering herself to David’s kiss, their tongues battling and mingling, taking turns in pinning the other down and exploring each other’s mouths.
Vaguely, she felt a kiss on her foot, followed by feather-light touches and reverent kisses going up from her ankle up to her thigh, and she knew that Paul had started to touch her. The thought of it, of another man touching her, made her feel afraid and excited both at the same time. She was distracted from it, though, when she felt one of David’s hands close around her breast through the lace of her babydoll and she smiled inwardly, feeling as if she were a prize two good men were competing to claim. A conquest.
Right now, her husband was winning, drawing a sound that was between a moan and a gasp from her when he slipped his hand beneath the lace, the skin of his palm coming in contact with her nipple, though he quickly swallowed the sound. He kneaded her breast gently, skillfully, making it ripen and tingle. Then, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it before gently tugging.
David did not have the upper hand long, though. Out of nowhere, or so it seemed, she felt Paul kneading the flesh of her thigh, close to the edge of her panty and just as David moved to her other breast, she felt Paul’s hand move to the front of her panty, slowly kneading the front so that her moisture seeped through the thin fabric and she moaned.
Suddenly, David broke the kiss, gazing down at her with eyes coated with lust. She had never told him so, but she loved that look in his eyes, thinking it made him more handsome and more hers, her very own man.
They did not maintain eye contact for long, though.
One moment, they were staring into each other’s eyes and the next, David was shrugging off his robe, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath. Her gaze moved to his half-hard cock, admiring it as she always had, but was distracted when she felt her underwear being pulled down so that her most private part was exposed, as well.
She should have felt a bit of shame, but didn’t. After all, David didn’t seem the least bit bothered showing his naked body to another man, even if that other man was bisexual, which showed just how much he trusted Paul. It was as if he was determined on enjoying this adventure no matter what it took, and so she felt compelled to follow suit.
Slowly, David climbed on top of her, straddling her chest. He gripped the base of his cock, nudging her with it. Knowing full well what she ought to do, she parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of her husband’s cock before sucking on it.
David pushed his cock in further, his hands grabbing the headboard for support and she placed her hands on his hips as she relaxed her throat to accommodate his considerable girth. It was easy considering her experience, but difficult to do while there was a finger moving in and out of the other crevice between her legs, exploring, stretching her and making her even wetter and hotter.
Still, she managed, not wanting to disappoint her husband and before long, she was moving her head back and forth to match the rhythm of Paul’s fingers plunging in and out of her, both actions causing heat to swirl through her veins, and she did her best to keep it at bay.
She tried to pick up her pace, knowing David liked it better when she moved quickly, but suddenly, he gripped her hair, not painfully but hard enough to make her stop. She stopped, looking at him questioningly as he got off her. Instead of giving her any answer, though, he simply placed one arm around her and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the bed, then he kissed her briefly before removing her babydoll and moving his mouth to one of her bare breasts, sucking on it.
At the same time, he began stroking the sensitive nub between her legs, knowing exactly where to find it, and with the combined sensation of his fingers rubbing that special place, his tongue caressing her nipple and Paul’s fingers still moving in and out of her, she felt the heat in her body gradually heightening, gathering in one place before eventually exploding, causing her whole body to tremble and small cries of pleasure to escape from her throat.
When the tremors had subsided and the storm had passed, she leaned on David’s shoulder for support, unable to sit up on her own any longer. He propped her up against the headboard, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, then went over to Paul.
Much to her surprise, David engaged Paul in a fierce liplock even as he reached down to stroke Paul’s cock – his briefs seemed to have been discarded some time ago – while Paul did the same, both men stroking each other’s cocks in a matching pace.
She did not feel any distaste, though, nor did she feel any jealousy – at least, not the sort of jealousy that stemmed from seeing the man you loved being touched intimately by someone else. Rather, the jealousy she felt was more of envy, envy that stemmed from the fact that she was now being neglected and the two men in the room seemed to be lost in their own enjoyment.
For a while, she watched them as she tried to catch her breath, though the sight certainly didn’t help to calm her down. Then, when she couldn’t stand the desire pulsing through her veins anew, she reached down to stroke herself, jolting as her finger came in contact with her still wet and now sensitive slit.
At first, the two men paid her no attention. Then, David pushed Paul forward so that he was on his hands and knees right in front of her. Stopping her task, she placed her hands on either side of Paul’s face and kissed him. She had kissed several men before marrying David, but none after, and so it felt strange to be kissing Paul and even more so that it was a man she’d never imagined to be in such intimacy with, his attractiveness notwithstanding. But she easily found that Paul was a good kisser and she did her best to match his skill while drawing pleasure from the new experience.
“Paul,” Robyn breathed between kisses. “I never…”
“Me neither,” Paul replied, not needing for Robyn to finish as he knew what she was going to say.
When she opened her eyes, she found David kneeling behind Paul and knew at once that her husband’s cock was inside the man before her. Again, she felt no jealousy, though, her trust in both Paul and David immense, and all too soon, she forgot about what was going on as she felt Paul’s lips wrap around one of her nipples, gen
tly tugging on it before flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He gave the other the same treatment before starting a moist trail down her belly, the tip of his tongue encircling her bellybutton before proceeding lower still, only stopping when he had reached that place between her legs which they both knew would bring her pleasure.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, relishing the feel of Paul’s tongue against her opening, his saliva mingling with her moisture, which he coaxed more of. When she felt his tongue enter her, she let out a moan, her hands grabbing the edge of the pillow beneath her.
She was about to let out another, too, when the tongue ventured in deeper, but this second one was muffled by David’s mouth on hers, claiming her once more.
She grabbed his shoulders as they kissed, but the kiss was only a short one. Pulling away, David started thrusting into Paul, Robyn watching him in fascination, struggling to keep her eyes open even as Paul’s tongue worked its magic on her – how Paul managed to do his task so well when he was being thrusted into by a cock as thick and large as David’s, she did not know.
Then, David pulled out of Paul and slipped off the condom he was wearing before grabbing her arm, pulling her and then pushing her gently forward so that this time, she was the one on her hands and knees. The next thing she knew, he entered her with one hard thrust, stretching her and filling her at the same time. Then, as he started moving, his cock rubbing against her in all the right places, she saw Paul kneel in front of her.
She dug the tip of her tongue into his slit, gathering the liquid that had begun to ooze there, then swirled it around the tip of his cock before licking the entire length of him. Then, slowly, she started to take him inside her mouth, noting the fact that he was not quite as thick as David but considerably thick just the same.
Again, she found it hard to focus on pleasuring someone with her mouth under the onslaught of pleasure, David already having picked up his pace a little, but she did her best to take in as much of Paul as she could and then started moving her head back and forth. When David moved faster, she did so, as well, the sensation of giving someone pleasure and receiving it at the same time making her head spin. But soon, she found that she was no longer moving on her own, simply being pushed back and forth with the force of David’s thrusts.