by Ashley Ladd
Two nights later after Alex had visited his doctor, he ordered Demi’s favourite Chinese dish, lit thirty candles in their bedroom, put new Egyptian cotton sheets on their bed, turned on a CD with her favourite romantic songs and sprinkled rose petals on the floor from the front door all the way to their bed. He had a porn movie in the DVD player in their bedroom set to play as soon as they settled against their pillows.
He’d bought a new see-through teddy with a slit in the diaphanous panties for her and himself a matching thong. She called as she was leaving work, and he popped his magic pill. His doctor hadn’t been sure if he’d wanted to give it to him, that he was healthy enough to handle it, but Alex had pressured him. He had to take the chance. His marriage deserved it.
He’d left a note with the teddy just inside the front door telling Demi to change downstairs and join him ASAP. To get himself deeper in the mood, he turned on the movie, spread out on the bed, and masturbated. He wanted to be so turned on, so hot, his cock would grow turgid and be ready to drive into her. He was going to fuck her until he couldn’t fuck any longer. He was going to make a baby with her. They would be so sated she’d forget all about his earlier short comings. He’d drive all thoughts of another lover out of her mind forever. He kicked himself for not trying harder before, using visual aids or tools like ropes, whips and chains.
It felt like an eternity until he heard the door open and Demi’s footsteps on the parquet floor of the front hallway. He returned the movie to the beginning and put it on pause. Then he moved the food off the bed and draped himself sexily across the mattress and waited for his lover. He didn’t bother to put his thong back on, afraid his cock would grow limp again.
Finally Demi sashayed into the bedroom, her breasts beautiful under the see-through red gauze of the camisole, her pussy dark and calling to him to fuck her. With great effort he dragged his gaze to her full, kissable lips.
He chanced a glance at her eyes, stealing himself in case he saw apprehension or doubt clouding them. Even hope sometimes made him feel like a failure and less of a man. When he didn’t detect anything adverse, he swallowed the sigh that had been hovering on his lips.
He stroked his cock and gave her a crooked smile he hoped looked sexy. “Come here, baby. I’ve got a special present for you.”
Her gaze devoured his cock and a hungry, starved look dwelt in her eyes. Passion pushed out the other emotions playing over her face, and the tip of her pink tongue ran around the edges of her lips. “You saw the doctor? You got it?”
He didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ was. He could read her mind. They were in sync, he and his lover. So he nodded and crooked his finger to her. “I think you’ll like it very much. What are you waiting for?”
A cocky grin split her glowing face, and she crawled onto the end of the bed. On her hands and knees, her beautiful breasts hung low and swung provocatively as she climbed up to him. Her cute ass wiggled, making him even hornier if that was possible.
She straddled his legs and poised her pussy over his cock. She lowered herself just enough to rub her pussy over the tip of his shaft. Then she lowered her lips and kissed him soulfully, lingering there until he crushed her to him, moulding her breasts to his chest.
In another situation, he would welcome her impaling herself on his cock, riding him like a bronco rider in a rodeo. He loved to feel her buck on his shaft, to watch her breasts bounce up and down in front of his eyes, to drink in the ecstasy on her face. But he wasn’t sure of the pills, even as hard as he felt, and he wanted to be on top first, in charge, fucking her. He had something to prove to her and to himself.
So he curled his arms around her waist, dragged her to him and rolled her onto her back. Then he kneed her legs apart, fit himself between and drove his cock inside. He prayed it would slide in, that it wouldn’t buckle or bend as it had so many times before.
To his dismay and disgust, it bowed. It curved and wouldn’t go inside. It slid between her buttocks and tried to fuck the damned bed. “Damnit! It won’t even work with the medicine.”
Furious at himself, at the universe, at the lousy doctors and most of all at the diabetes, he climbed off her and flung himself onto his back on his side of the bed. What kind of man was he? Did he still have the right to call himself a man? He couldn’t satisfy his wife and he couldn’t give her a family.
He rubbed his forehead and stared at the ceiling. What was he going to do now? Worse, what was Demi going to do?
He was afraid to look at his wife, afraid he’d see pity or disappointment in her lovely eyes, and he couldn’t stomach either right now. He just wanted to crawl into an abyss and forget himself for as long as possible.
He mumbled, “I’m sorry. I thought the pills would work.”
Demi closed the gap between them and stroked his hair from his forehead. She trailed her lips down his jaw to his lips. “It will. You’re getting better daily. Don’t push yourself.”
He chanced a glance into her eyes and was relieved when all he read was adoration. How she could love and adore a crippled man, he didn’t know, but he did know he was blessed with a gem, not that he deserved her. He vowed again to make her happy any way he could, even if it meant sharing their bed with another man. He couldn’t deny such a healthy, beautiful enchantress the lovemaking she deserved. He’d do anything for the love of his life.
Chapter Three
"You better shut your mouth or I'm gonna fuck it.”
Alex’s heart dropped when he heard the unfamiliar male voice seeping down the stairs from the direction of his bedroom. Had his worst fears come true? Was Demi taking another man to their bed?
Feminine laughter, low and sultry, punctuated the man’s words.
Anger stormed into his heart. He was going to castrate the dude fucking his wife! Demi was his.
“Suck my cock, baby. Ooh, that feels so damned good! Suck harder!”
Alex’s fists balled and fire blazed under his feet. Ready to kill the jerk, he practically flew up the stairs.
His blood boiled in his veins and his forehead knotted. How could Demi do this to him?
Needing to see his wife and the moron in the act to believe it, he flung open the door not caring that it gouged the wall or shattered a glass picture frame. “What the hell are you doin…?”
To his astonishment, his wife lay on the bed, fully clothed and alone. Yet the man’s voice persisted, reverberating in the space between Alex’s ears. Her brows arched and she regarded him as if he was crazy.
Breathing so hard his chest hurt, Alex’s voice came out in a raspy growl. “Who the hell’s in here? Where is he?”
Then understanding dawned in her eyes, and she burst out laughing and pointed at the TV. “Inside the television. I think one’s name is Hairy Potter. As in H-A-I-R-Y. The other is Edward Penishands.”
Feeling like a dunce, Alex whirled around and stared at the television filled with a juicy, pink pussy. Immediately, his cock flexed and his mouth went dry. Then he recognised it. It was one of the pussy pornos he’d rented hoping to get them so hot he’d get a sustainable erection.
He raked his fingers through his hair as heat radiated up his jaw. Riveted to the screen, his gaze took in first one, then two cocks slamming into the pretty woman onscreen. He turned to Demi and watched her wriggling on the bed. Passion shadowed her eyes and glazed her parted lips. The tip of her tongue ran around her lips and she swallowed hard.
Oh yeah. She was mega turned on all right. She wanted those hot, turgid cocks ravaging her.
He ducked under the TV so as not to obstruct her view. He could work with this. This wasn’t the only hot movie he’d rented. He scooped up the others and brought them to her on the bed, holding them out as a gift. “Do you have any plans tonight?”
She wrenched her gaze away from the dirty flick and let it alight on him. “No. Why?”
He joined her on the bed and dropped the movies onto her lap. “Now we do. I’ll order in pizza and we’ll have a naked feast.”
She rol
led over and kissed him. Then a smile kinked the corner of her lips and her sooty lashes fluttered at him. “As in we can rub the pizza all over each other and lick it off?”
God, how he loved his naughty minx! “Something like that.”
First, he decided to be a Good Samaritan and helped Demi out of her clothing. Then he spread her legs wide, fit himself between them and ate her pussy while she watched the rest of the movie. Once he rubbed her juices over her quivering thighs, his lips and his chin, he spread her pussy lips wide and played with her clit. He could never get enough of her.
“Do you think the men can feel each other’s penises inside the woman when they fuck her at the same time?” Demi’s voice came out in short bursts, nearly in rhythm with her hips thrusting off the bed.
“Maybe. Your friend Lisa’s husband should be able to tell you.”
Demi gasped. “I can’t ask him something so naughty. I don’t know him that well.”
Alex lifted his face and their gazes duelled. “Have you fantasised about having two cocks fuck you at once?”
Red blossomed in the apples of her cheeks but her gaze held steady. Several heartbeats later, she finally answered. “Doesn’t every woman? Doesn’t every man fantasise about bedding two women at a time? Or more?”
Put that way, he couldn’t blame her. That was the dream of every teenage boy, wasn’t it? He’d had many a wet dream where he’d fucked multiple women. He suspected women had hot dreams, too.
He drove his fingers into her pussy, lapped at her juices and stroked her until she came long and hard. Loving her taste, he guzzled her cum.
When she stopped panting, he climbed atop her, imprisoning her on the bed and searched her eyes. “Would you like to have two men in your bed? Truth. I won’t be upset if you say yes.”
Surprise and suspicion warred for dominance in her eyes. Her arms curled around him and tightened. “Honestly?”
Love almost strangled him. All he wanted this moment was to make her happy, to make sure she was satisfied, emotionally and physically. “One hundred, thousand percent. Would you like to invite another man into our bed to make love with? And we can look into adoption so we can start a family.”
Adoration and happiness battled in her eyes as she nodded emphatically. She tightened her arms around his waist and smothered him with kisses.
* * * *
Did she want to be fucked? Did she want to have a baby?
Were they trick questions?
The taste of milk chocolate and caramel overwhelmed her, cutting off her oxygen for a split second. What red-blooded woman would say no if her man offered to fulfil such delicious fantasies without recourse? Only a stupid one and she had a high IQ.
“That sounds like fun.”
He cocked his head as a smile quirked on his lips. “Just fun?”
Fun didn’t begin to describe what she imagined two men worshipping her body would feel like. ‘Fun’ tasted like Milk Duds. Her ultimate fantasy tasted like a decadent chocolate mousse flambé. Her pussy quivered on the brink of coming again. “Okay, it would be awesome.”
Sudden shyness unlike any she’d felt with him since they’d first met, overcame her and her lashes swept over her eyes. Her mouth grew dry and she swallowed hard. If she didn’t ask what was uppermost on her mind, she’d forever regret a lost opportunity. “Are you saying we should bring someone else into our bed?”
Another thought struck her before the last word finished on her lips, and she wrangled with another bout of sensory overload. Keeping her voice as level as she could, she asked, “Are you attracted to men? Do you want him to fuck you, too?” To prove the idea turned her on, she plundered his lips and greedily explored his mouth.
To her delight, the flavours in her mouth were astonishing, a mixture of melted butter and lobster. She never would have dreamed the thought of her man being fucked by another man would have turned her on so much. Lisa had never been more right.
Surprise flickered in Alex’s eyes, then a smile stole over them. He shook his head. “No. Pussies make me hot, not cocks. But cocks make you hot and I want you to be smoking.”
If he was willing to bring another man into their bed, could she bring another woman into it, too? Could she be any less giving? The picture of him fucking another woman, of him suckling someone else’s breast while she watched, made her surprisingly hot. She was about to come just thinking about it.
What if having two naked women in his bed, two hot pussies at his mercy, made him hard? He wouldn’t be the only one to benefit. She traced his sexy lips with her finger. “I’ll make you a deal. If we bring another man into our bed for me, we’ll also bring another woman into our bed for you.”
“At the same time?”
She hadn’t thought about a foursome, but who knew? “I was thinking ménages, but maybe. Let’s check out the swing clubs around here. The Internet’s bound to have listings.”
He scrunched his nose and pulled back. “No. We don’t want strangers in our bed.”
Disappointment pooled in her stomach, and she tried to quell it but wasn’t successful. She knew it had been too good to be true. “Okay.”
He slid his finger beneath her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. “I mean we need to choose people we trust, people we’re attracted to. I don’t want to jeopardize your safety by bringing strangers into our home. And we’ll need to be discreet if we want the adoption to go through.”
Her giddiness returned full force and she hugged him with glee. “Thank you. Perhaps this is just what we need.”
He winked at her and waved a DVD case in front of her. With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, he asked, “Are you ready to watch Throbbinhood?”
* * * *
Someone she was attracted to? The words chanted in her brain, driving her insane. Since she’d met Alex, she’d had eyes for no one else. She’d been blind to other men, hadn’t been tempted to look at them that way.
But her pussy ached to feel a real flesh and blood cock plunder it. It longed to ride it and to feel it in her ass. Until Alex’s diabetes had grown so bad, they’d fucked all the time. In the car. In stopped elevators. In the shower. In secluded meadows. In the pool. They’d always been on the lookout for a new, exciting place to make love.
And they’d made love for hours. Alex wasn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. He would keep her up all night and keep her in bed all day on weekends. She’d begun to wonder if he was a sex addict, not that she minded.
She just longed to have her sex fiend back. Why hadn’t she thought of a ménage before?
But who else besides Alex did she want to touch, to kiss, to make love with?
Her co-worker and friend, Michael? His name tasted like macaroni and cheese on her tongue. He kept her laughing all lunch hour. He engaged her mind. But was she hot for his body?
What about Alex’s friends?
Wally was happily married with five kids. Besides, his name tasted like coconut, not a flavour she enjoyed.
Then there was Stu, an abrasive man who thought he was God’s gift to women. He was so hairy he was easily half-bear. His name tasted like grapefruit, another taste she couldn’t handle.
And then there was Matt…Alex’s cousin.
Um, what about Matt? He was a hot, young stud who didn’t take himself too seriously. With sky blue eyes and sunny blond hair he could star in a beach movie. Better yet, his name tasted like a luscious chocolate malt, and she had a sudden desire to slurp him all up. Best of all, he looked like her husband had when they’d first met.
She finished the stir fry she was making for dinner, put a lid on it so the cats wouldn’t steal their meat, and went in search of her husband. He was in the garage tinkering on the ’65 Mustang he was restoring to its former glory, half under the engine, greasy car parts scattered around his feet.
She hunkered down, peered underneath and watched for several moments before speaking. “She’s looking good. I can’t wait to ride in her.” She really couldn’t wa
it to make out in the back seat…
Alex slid out from under, rose to a sitting position and rolled his shoulders one at a time. “You’ll be the first one to ride in our chariot, babe. Not much longer now.”
A lot of things wouldn’t be much longer now if she had her way. Excited, eager to forge ahead, she blurted out, “I have an idea for our third partner.”
“Matt,” Alex said as if reading her mind.
Her pulse raced in her wrists. “You’re a mind reader.”
“No. All the women think he’s hot. And he likes you. Plus who would be more discreet than my own cousin?”
Her pussy tingled and she tried not to squirm. To keep from reaching down and rubbing herself, she wrapped her arms around her knees. “He does?”
Alex nodded and scooted closer. “He thinks you’re hot, but I’ll feel him out…”
Giggles burst from her lips. “An apropos choice of words.”
He gazed deeply, soulfully into her eyes, then pulled her into his arms and cradled her against him. “You know, in the old days, some religions had this custom. If a woman’s husband died, his closest male relative took her into his house and carried on the husbandly duties. Any babies that resulted would be considered her husband’s.”
Demi tingled all over. She searched his eyes. Was he saying Matt should father their child?
Thoughts and emotions slammed into one another so fast and furiously she became dizzy so she clung to Alex. Alex and Matt shared the same DNA. They even looked alike. Having Matt’s baby would be the next best thing to having Alex’s. The child would have Alex’s DNA, be a part of him. No one would ever suspect a thing. And they wouldn’t go bankrupt paying exorbitant fees to an adoption agency or fancy fertilization centre. They could save the money for the child’s college fund.
“What do you think?” Alex swayed with her and dropped a kiss on her nose.
“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, yes. If Matt’ll go along. Do you think he will?”
Alex tugged a strand of her hair. “Don’t worry. If he turns us down he’s an idiot…and Matt is no idiot.”