“I, ah,” I panted as he resumed lavishing attention on my neck, licking and biting on the tender flesh he found there. Not enough to mark me; that would come later, when everyone was involved, but enough to make me tremble even more. “I get that.” Even though he couldn't see it, I nodded.
“I'm glad we can see eye to eye on these things,” he said with a smile, his finger pressing a little more insistently against my anus without entering it still. I whimpered at the sensation, not enough to satisfy but enough to create a craving.
“Oh, fuck, Lance, I need...” my words were swallowed in a groan that was all but punched out of my lungs when Lance began to pull my panties down, his hand slipping back to my aching core and teasing the entrance. One of his large hands slipped over my torso and wriggled underneath my lace bra, tugging the fabric down and exposing my breast. He bent over, swirling a tongue over one of my nipples, and I moaned wantonly again.
“So eager to be fucked already?” Lance teased around a moan of his own. I yelped when he nipped a bite into the spot he had lathered with his tongue, my sensitive nipples already more responsive from his attentions. I all but wailed, my knees buckling at the pulsing need that flooded into my loins. My core's throbbing was bordering on painful at this point, from being so fully teased and brought to arousal, and the hand he had been teasing at my entrance pushed against my outer labia just enough to make me want him to break the rule of waiting for Evan. “My, my, you're just a little slut for my cock, aren't you?”
“Lance,” I mewled when he flicked his tongue over my nipple again, my whole body writhing against his attentions. I was enjoying it, sure, but I was frustrated; I knew, I knew that he wasn't going to do anything, wasn't going to let me cum, not until Evan showed up. He chuckled darkly.
“Now, now, my love. I'm just making sure you're good and ready for both of us.” He swirled his finger just barely inside me, just enough for me to feel it. “You want to be prepared for what's going to happen, don't you?” My answer was cut off with the ringing of the doorbell, signaling that Evan was here. Lance grinned wickedly. “Well, well. He's early.” His grin widened as he kissed me again. “Good thing we started now, isn't it?” With a wink, he left to answer the door, leaving me panting and all worked up on the bed.
Sitting up, I took a moment to breathe and try to collect myself, to mentally prepare for what was about to happen. This was it, this was where everything changed for all of us, where we all found out if we were really made of the stuff it took to have a relationship that satisfied all of us.
This was where is all began, at long last.
Chapter Three
“Evan,” I whispered as he entered the room behind Lance. Everything about him had changed from when he was over earlier; he was dressed in a soft looking button up shirt, and the pants he was wearing looking like they were loose, ready to slip off easier than the jeans he had worn earlier.
“I hope you're ready for the both of us, Emma,” he murmured, his eyes dark as they looked at my voluptuous form, clad in nothing but my off the shoulder top from earlier and my panties. I pressed my thighs together to hide how wet I already was, how thrilled I was.
“I'm ready.” I said in as firm a voice as I could manage. “For both of you. For all of it.” Both of their eyes flashed, pleased by what I said.
“Now, then,” Evan strolled over to where I was seated, already unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his well toned chest. I licked my lips. “How am I going to get to take you, sweetheart?” He shed his shirt, and I took the time to appreciate his athletic build. “It's up to you, ultimately.”
“Though I can't deny,” Lance said casually, already letting his fingers wander from his abdomen down to the hem of his boxers. “I would much rather be the one to fuck her pussy.”
“Boys,” I chided gently as my attention was torn between Evan working on undressing himself and Lance barely refraining from palming his own erection. “No need to fight over me,” I ran my hands down my ample breasts, my soft sides, down to my thick hips. “There's more than enough of my love to share between the both of you.” With a smile, I answered his question. “I want Lance to take me here,” I slipped my hand between my thighs, lightly stroking my panties with my fingers. “I want you in my ass this time, Evan.”
“I'm guessing you're prepared for this?” Evan asked, though he let out a soft gasp when Lance came behind him and gripped his hips.
“We like to be ready for anything in the bedroom,” I watched my husband breathe into his ear with a teasing nip. Evan shivered, and the sight was so erotic that I couldn't stop the moan from escaping from my lips. He reached around Evan to where our nightstand was, his hand deliberately brushing against Evan's burgeoning erection as he went. The whimper that Evan let out would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life, so full of pleasure and wanton need it was. He pulled the lube out from our drawer and flicked the cap open, wordlessly handing the tube to him.
And Lance was languidly stretching himself across the bed, lying on his back and beckoning me over to him with a crook of his finger and a smile on his face. As if under a spell, I crawled over to him, sliding out of my panties and leaving them to fall where they may. It gave Evan a good view of the ass that he was about to plunder, if his shaky breath was any indication. As I straddled Lance hips and let our sexes brush, he hummed low in his throat.
“My, my, Emma,” he purred, watching me with heavily lidded eyes. “You're positively soaked for the both of us.” I felt his hand slip between us, actually sliding inside of me at long last, and I nearly wailed at the sensation.
“Yes,” I panted when he began to work his fingers inside me. Already, I was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm tingling in my core, and I wanted nothing more than to chase it. “Yes, yes, oh, please-!” Lance's gaze slid slowly from watching my reaction to past my shoulder, where he must have been watching Evan.
“Feel free to keep stroking yourself, Evan. Or join in and actually feel something other than your hand for once.”
“Always one to snark at me, Lance.” I felt the bed dip behind me as Evan crawled up to my backside, wrapping himself around me and letting me feel his throbbing erection against my backside. “Still, I can't deny that you paint a lovely picture for me, Emma,” he breathed, pressing kisses to my neck. I wriggled in pleasure as his large hands came up to play with my breasts, fondling them and feeling them against his smooth, warm palms. I rocked my plush backside against him when his fingers began to tease at my nipples, lightly tweaking and rolling them between his fingers.
I gasped as I felt Evan's hand slip from one of my breasts. Lance lined up his cock at my entrance while Evan began to slick his fingers with the lube.
“Are you ready for us to start?” Lance said, his voice thick with need. I nodded, whimpering at the familiar sensation of his hardened length entering my pussy. The way that he pushed against my walls was comforting and pleasurable, and the pressure mounting inside me that was leading toward orgasm was when I shuddered, and felt my knees briefly buckle before I strengthened my resolve and tamped down on my urge to let go and come before anything had really truly started between any of us; the last thing I needed was to be over stimulated for the entirety of the experience because I was too eager.
And then I felt Evan's finger lightly pressing against my entrance, slick and ready to work my insides. Then he was pressed bodily against me again, and the warmth from his body helped ground me.
“Are you ready for me to stretch you?” He asked in a low voice. His finger began to swirl around my puckered anus, and I moaned, pushing against his finger.
“Yes,” I hissed. A moment later, suddenly I was filled from both orifices, with Lance's cock inside me, keeping still to let me adjust to this new sensation of being penetrated in both places at once. Even though it was just his finger in my anus, I already felt like I was being filled to the brim, like his finger working me was as much as I could take in addition to Lance's cock.
And yet, I wanted more.
Evan must have sensed that I was ready, or maybe he was just eager to get inside me, too, because I felt him add a second finger, and that was when I began to feel him scissor his fingers inside my anus, stretching it and making it good and ready for his dick. The sensation sent me reeling; it didn't border on painful just yet, but I knew better than to think that it wouldn't; this wasn't the first time I had had anal. The thought of that pleasure that neared pain, the thought of how much I was going to get filled with cock sent thrills down my spine, and I needed to control my breath, lest I begin to lose my grip on my thoughts.
And then Evan pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
“Are you ready for me, too, sweetheart?” He whispered in my ear, his voice hoarse with excitement. His hands were back at my breasts, his fingers rolling and lightly pinching at my nipples. He rocked his hips lightly against me, not enough to penetrate me, but enough that I felt the pressure of his cock.
That was when Lance rolled his hips, moving his cock inside me. I cried out, the sensation of him pumping himself inside me, on top of the anticipation for Evan's cock too much for me to keep my sanity.
“In me, in me,” I whimpered, too focused on the pleasure of Lance's firm, steady thrusts and the need I felt for Evan to fill me to form a full sentence.
“Oh, Emma,” Evan moaned as he pressed himself into my tight asshole, just enough to get his head inside of me. That was the moment I felt full; his fingers were nothing by comparison.
Tears welled in my eyes at the sensation of being stretched so thoroughly but I held fast, knowing that he wasn't fully in just yet. After a moment of him shallowly thrusting inside me, feeling out the rhythm that Lance was setting beneath the both of us, I felt more than I heard Evan taking in a deep breath before he pushed the rest of himself into me, only exhaling when he bottomed out at the hilt.
I felt like I was simultaneously being filled to the brim and being split in half for how much cock was inside of me at the moment. There I was, the bridge between two men who were lusting after me, after each other, and the reality of it all sent me spiraling into a haze of pleasure and pain all at once. I let go of my thoughts, all but the one thought that I never wanted it to end, that I wanted them both in me, however I could get them, stretching me to the point that I cried like I was doing right that very moment.
I heard both of them cry out in surprise when I rocked my hips, falling into the motions that they set. From then, it was like a switch had been flipped, and suddenly we were all clutching at one another. Lance was reaching up to aid in teasing me, his hands squeezing my hip and reaching inside of me to tease at my clit, his hips stuttering against mine as he began to thrust harder and harder into me. Evan was desperately peppering kisses and bites along my shoulders, his hands pinching and pulling at my nipples harder than before as he slammed his cock into my ass.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” Evan moaned, squeezing my breasts harder with a particularly forceful snap of his hips. My anus throbbed but it felt so good I wanted nothing more than for him to never stop, to say nothing of the way that Lance's cock was stimulating the walls of my core, working me up in perfect time with the rest of the experience.
“Oh, you're doing so good for us, Emma,” Lance praised, his voice tight. I know that tone, the one that means he's doing all he can not to come. I could feel his cock throbbing, needy for release that he was denying himself. So he was enjoying this as much as I was? That was good to know. “You're doing so well, love.”
Before long, the pace was grueling, and I just felt raw. My ass burned pleasantly, the stretching from Evan's throbbing erection sending my mind reeling at the feeling. I felt full but not satisfied, and I needed, craved, my orgasm. I had been holding back to try and prolong it, but the more than the both of them pounded into me, the more they worked on my body, the more I realized that I was fighting the tide.
So I let go.
My orgasm hit me in waves, and I clenched around the both of them in response. I rode every cresting pulse of my clit, and I rocked my hips in time with the shock waves of my pleasure, wailing and whimpering both of their names as I drenched Lance's cock with my cum. It must have been enough to push Lance over the edge, because he came a few thrusts later, he was pushing himself, and me, up, up, up, spurting his seed into my womb with a hoarse cry of his own.
Evan must have realized that all that was left was him, because he began to thrust his cock into me harder and faster than ever before, murmuring my name over and over again, whimpers escaping him. I clenched my ass for him as tightly as I could, still feeling the aftershock of both my orgasm and Lance's, and wanting nothing more than to be completely full of both of their cum. With one last thrust so hard that it make his hips smack against my backside, I felt it, those searing hot pulses of sperm that were lining my anal cavity, making my entire bottom half tingle and sting pleasantly. Eventually, we were all spent, and as they eased out of me and helped clean me, I couldn't help but feel contentment and euphoria I had never known before.
As we all lay there, panting and gulping in air, I heard Evan let out a soft, almost inaudible giggle. It sounded so out of it, so unlike him, that I couldn't help stealing a glance over at him, to make sure he wasn't just delirious because of his orgasm.
“Oh, I hope that that satisfied the both of you,” he panted, the widest smile I'd ever seen on him nearly splitting his face in half. “Because I think you've just ruined me for all others.”
“Well,” Lance said, his voice somewhere between amused and pleased. “I've always said that we're all on the same wavelength.” He chuckled, stroking my hair soothingly. “I can't help but agree. What do you say, Emma?” I looked between the two of them, pressing a long, lingering kiss to each of their mouths, a smile playing on my lips.
“I don't think I ever want things to go back to the way that they were.” They both nodded in agreement. “This feels too good, too right, for me to want us to stop.”
“Good to know we all agree on this.” Lance said, stretching. “And I'm all for another round between us. Maybe this time, we switch roles around a little,” he said with a grin, kissing both of us soundly one at a time. “But first, a shower.” Laughing, we all stood on shaky legs and made for the bathroom, where we would eventually continue where we left off, where we started our new lives together.
Chapter One
The smell of the heat was the first thing that she noticed as she stepped out of the plane. That smell of humidity and scorched concrete that only laced the air in temperatures above thirty-five degrees Celsius. Maddie Prescott hadn’t been abroad since she was twenty-two and she was slightly embarrassed to admit the fact that the time in which she was twenty-two was over two decades ago. Now, at the wrong end of forty and after enduring failed marriage after failed marriage, Maddie had decided that enough was enough. All she longed for was that youthful feeling that she used to get back in her twenties. The feeling that the world was her oyster and that there was nothing that anyone could ever do to change her outlook on life. But apparently, there were things someone could do. And not just one someone, but numerous people. The majority of which were messy and had a sausage-like body part dangling between their legs.
Men.
They had fucked up her life ever since husband number one. Once they had you, it was game over for them. Once you sealed the deal and got married, they seemed to believe that they could treat her however they pleased and act however they wanted. Well Maddie didn’t quite agree. That’s why she was where she was now. In the weeks after her fourth – and decidedly, final – divorce and getting off of a commercial aircraft in Majorca, surrounded by hordes of hormonal, to her practically pre-pubescent, party-goers. She had left the dickheads house, packed her bags and not even bothered with arranging a place to stay. She opted for hotels, moving from place to place, travelling the country and seeking sexual intercourse with the fittest men she could find. But that grew tame very fast. She d
ecided that she needed more. She had spent far too long being tied down – both physically and emotionally – by the reigns that are known as marriage. So she decided to seek the ultimate thrill: young, horny meat.
The thing she missed most about her twenties was the difference in the ways that men behaved. They all seemed excited and sexual back then. Seemed ravenous for it, as if they would fuck you for hours at a time. And they would, that is how she liked it. But sadly, when it falls into that routine in married life, it’s the same old shit: five minutes of disappointing missionary, with a side of masturbation in the en suite bathroom to finish the job off. But now those days were over. She wanted to feel as she did in her twenties again and where better to look for young meat than one of the most popular destinations for young people to go on holiday? Magaluf was one of the party capitals of Europe and she was about to find out why the kids out here loved it so much.
Stepping down from the final step of the set which took them from the plane door to the tarmac, she looked around at the rest of the people that were on the flight. There were a few families and older couples, but for the most part they were scarce. All she could see in any direction she looked were young people. Teenagers and people in their early twenties seeking the holiday of a lifetime. She was yet to see a single young male that she wouldn’t ride and she bet that a lot of them would like to ride her too. She was exceptionally attractive for a woman in her late forties. She easily passed for someone in their early thirties. She wasn’t carrying all that excess fat and her skin wasn’t beginning to wrinkle, she was basically every teenage boy’s wildest dream. And there should be great emphasis placed on the ‘wildest’ part. Her blonde hair was still voluminous and fell at either side of her ovular face in curtains. Her face was wrinkleless and her lips thick and coated in lipstick. Blowjob lips, that’s what the younger guys called them. And her outfit was also sexual. She sported some short denim shorts which nicely curved over her fat, firm ass and with that she wore a black crop top which showed off her huge tits. She was dressed to impress. And she sure would impress.
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