Reclaim My Love

by Marie Carnay

  The bed sunk to her left and she whipped her head. “Is someone there?”

  Something soft and silky grazed her thigh and she jumped. Every nerve ending was primed. Ready and waiting for whatever came next. God, she was wet already. Every rub of her thighs back and forth spread her desire. She’d needed this for so long.

  Another noise on the other side of her caught her ear and she turned as a pair of hands gripped her calves. They tugged, pulling her down the bed until she fell back onto the mattress. Thick. Sturdy. Beyond strong. Was it Chris? It had to be. Tom would never touch her like that. Never be so bold.

  The man was silent. Fingers running up her calves, dancing across her flesh. Higher and higher he worked, caressing and stroking and making her quiver. He spread her legs open, wider and wider until the cool air washed over her sex and she moaned.

  The man groaned in appreciation and before she could say anything—ask anything—his tongue lapped across her clit. Oh! She arched off the mattress and reached for him, but another pair of hands grabbed her wrists. This was new. Intense.

  She bucked against the mattress and the hands holding her down and the pleasure built. He was a damn master. Lapping and flicking and twirling his tongue in all the right places. Swooping down to pump inside her empty channel, running back up to flick against her clit.

  The man holding her arms climbed onto the bed and before she could gasp, he was over her, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. She cried out and struggled, twisting back and forth in an effort to touch him, kiss him, find out which one he was. But she couldn’t. They were strong and relentless and all she could do was submit. Enjoy.

  Her sex throbbed, her body shook and she was so close. Her breath broke out in pants, louder and louder as one man suckled her nipple and the other worked her desperate clit. She cried out and the man above her switched to her other breast, lapping and licking and grazing the hardened bud with his teeth.

  “I can’t—please—I—”

  The man below let one of her legs go and as she whimpered and begged, he slipped a finger inside her. He pumped, once, twice, before descending again to flick her clit. With one man above and one below and their fingers all over, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

  An orgasm ripped through her.

  Light and heat and wonder—it all exploded somewhere deep inside and Rebecca forgot about her failing marriage and all the space between her and Tom. That moment full of emotion and passion and so much more—that was what they needed.

  The hands let her go one by one and she ripped the blindfold off. What? That was…Tom? Rebecca sat up and reached for her husband who still knelt at the foot of the bed. Her lips crashed into his and she tasted herself all over him. Oh my God. It was him. She lashed him with her tongue as she wrapped her hands around his head and held him to her.

  At last, she let him go. “You’ve never—I’ve never—” Words totally failed her and she sat back on the bed, holding herself up with her palms.

  Tom raised an eyebrow. “Is that good?”

  Rebecca laughed—a real laugh—loud and strong and carefree. “So, so good. Where has that been the last ten years?”

  Chris’s deep voice rumbled behind her. “He never wanted to hurt you. The man has plenty of passion in him, Rebecca. He just didn’t want to scare you off.”

  “Is that true?”

  Tom shrugged. “You’re my wife. I guess I always thought…”

  “That I wouldn’t want to be wild?”

  “I guess. It’s not like I come from the most adventurous background.”

  That was an understatement. Tom’s parents had been the no sex until marriage and only for kids type. Adventure didn’t step foot inside their bedroom. Hell, his father had probably drilled it into his head that wives were to be treated with damn kid gloves. Well, now that Rebecca had a taste, she wanted the gloves off. Permanently.

  She reached for him and kissed his lips. Long and slow, she dragged it out until the stirring of desire rose again in her belly. “I like this you. Don’t hold back from me, Tom. I’m not some delicate flower who needs to be protected.”

  “I know that. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

  “So trust me. Live with me.”

  Tom’s gaze faltered and he glanced up at Chris before turning back to Rebecca. “You’re sure you’re okay? This wasn’t too weird?”

  “What? Having Chris here?” Rebecca grinned. “It was awesome. But—” She turned around and caught Chris’s eye. “Please tell me we’re not done.”

  Chris cocked his head. “That depends on you. What do you want?”

  Rebecca smiled. No more hiding. No more denying what she needed in the bedroom. If she could reconnect with Tom, then everything was different. Better. Happy. “I want you to fuck me.”

  * * *

  TOM

  Damn. He’d never seen Rebecca so sexy. She had this feral, wild quality about her he’d never seen before. Her eyes sparkled as she turned back to him and in that moment, he’d give her anything she wanted.

  “Is that okay with you?”

  He reached out and stroked her cheek. “Anything you want’s okay with me. I’m sorry I didn’t see it before.”

  “See what?”

  “How wild you are. How free.”

  “Now you do.”

  “Mm-hmm. So let’s not waste any more time.” He climbed up onto the mattress as his wife laid down beneath him. He couldn’t believe how much she needed—how much she wanted him rough and raw and real. It was spectacular.

  He glanced up at Chris. The only thing better? Hotter? Watching as his friend and his wife discovered each other. Damn, he never thought bringing someone else into the mix was possible. But this had been a godsend. And now he wanted to take advantage. Push them all to the edge and right over into the abyss.

  Tom leaned over and captured Rebecca’s nipple. Firm and hard and so damn suckable. He could fondle and stroke her body all night. He’d always been too considerate before. Too careful. Not anymore. Now he knew—she’d take what he could give and then some.

  With rough hands he stroked her sides, sweeping up to swipe a thumb over her exposed breast. She arched up off the bed and Chris slipped off the mattress. As soon as he left, Tom knew what he wanted. Could Rebecca handle it? Did she want it?

  He slid up her body and nipped at her ear. “Tell me Chris can fuck you, Rebecca. I want to watch him pound you from behind.”

  She moaned and a shiver ran through her.

  “Tell me you can take all he can give.”

  Her lips landed hot and wet on his cheek. “Only if I can suck you off. I want you to come with us.”

  Tom’s eyes widened and he groaned. “I’ve underestimated you for years.”

  “Yes, you have.”

  He pulled back and she helped him strip, pulling off his shirt and undoing his jeans. She shoved them down his body as he slid off the bed to stand. As he kicked the denim to the floor, Rebecca crawled over on her hands and knees. She smiled as she took his cock in her hand.

  “You want me like this, don’t you? On my hands and knees as another man fucks me.”

  The word slipped past his lips. “Yes.”

  She grinned. “Then hold on, dear. This is going to be one hell of a ride.” She opened up and before Tom could think, her lips slipped over his dick.

  Christ. Rebecca flattened her tongue and took him deep. So deep. She’d never been like this before—so bold and daring. He groaned as she rocked forward and back, sliding her way down his cock while she stroked what she couldn’t lick with her hand.

  She lubed him with her spit, soaking his cock until her saliva dribbled down his balls and coated her hands. Then she stroked him, hands moving in time with her mouth, fast and tight and slick. He thrust into her, bucking his hips as she bobbed her head, licking on the way up and humming on the way down.

  If she didn’t slow down, he’d never last. He reached for her, twisting his hand in her blo
nde hair until she eased off. His dick popped from her mouth and bobbed in the air.

  “Something wrong?”

  “Yeah, my stamina.”

  She laughed and Chris climbed up onto the mattress behind her. “You two sure you even want me here? I think you’re doing just fine on your own.”

  Rebecca twisted around and Tom’s adrenaline surged. “We want you.” She shimmied before turning back to Tom. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

  Tom glanced up and the heat in Chris’s eyes was unmistakable. “She’s right. You’re a part of this.”

  Chris’s lips twitched. “Then it must be my lucky day.” He unrolled a condom down his thick length and Tom braced himself. This is what he’d wanted. No backing out now.

  His friend took command in an instant, grabbing Rebecca tight by the hips and sliding up close. “Grab Tom’s thighs. Take him in your mouth. I want you stuffed with his cock when I fuck you.”

  Chris’s bold words flared inside Tom and watching Rebecca’s reaction was worth its weight in gold. She glowed.

  She smiled up at him as she opened wide and slipped her lips back around his shaft. Oh, God.

  As she gripped his thighs, Chris pumped. Her moan came out strangled by Tom’s cock and he knew. This was a turning point. There was no going back to life before. No falling back into a rut of indifference. They would come out of this weekend better than they were before. Connected and alive and fucking in love.

  Chris thrust again and Rebecca groaned around his shaft. That’s it baby. Take us. Take us all.

  * * *

  CHRIS

  Fuck. So tight. Her body enveloped him, her pussy walls clamping around him, massaging his shaft as he sunk deep. He bottomed out, hips grinding against her swollen ass, and she groaned around her husband’s shaft.

  “Do it, Chris. Fuck her. Fuck her hard.”

  Tom’s words lit a fire and he pulled back. Hell, yes he’d deliver. He thrust faster, harder, deeper. Over and over he pumped into her slick little hole, filling her up, making her moan. Her nails dug into her husband’s thighs, her legs shook beneath her, and if he hadn’t been holding her hips, she’d probably collapse. And she couldn’t get enough.

  Moaning and whimpering as he fucked her. All while sucking her husband’s dick. Spit coated Tom’s shaft and with every thrust, Rebecca took him deeper down her throat. God. This was better than any job. Better than any housewife looking for a momentary high. He was bringing Rebecca and Tom together, not driving them apart.

  Rebecca rocked her hips back to slam against him and Chris sank balls-deep. Their bodies slapped against each other with every stroke and Chris couldn’t hold back. Slipping his hand around Rebecca’s hip, he eased his finger between her folds, seeking out her hidden clit to bring her over the edge.

  He stroked and she bucked and thrashed beneath him like a wild colt. But he held on. Pounding her from behind, rubbing her clit from the front, ripping the breath right out of her body. She shook around her husband’s shaft and Tom groaned before grabbing Rebecca’s hair.

  Yes. That’s it. With a final thrust, Chris let go of Rebecca’s hips and smacked her—a quick slap across her tender ass. She came in an instant, flooding his dick with her own cum, gripping his shaft so tight he had no choice but to come with her. They all three shook and groaned and released—both men deep inside Rebecca as her body took all they could give.

  5

  REBECCA

  Rebecca rolled over and snuggled against her husband’s shoulder. Mmm. It had been one wild night. Now it was morning and she wondered—was it real? Were they on the road to falling in love all over again?

  Tom stirred and his hand slipped beneath the sheet and around her waist. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Your eyes aren’t even open.”

  He ran his hand up her side and swiped his thumb across her breast. Rebecca’s nipple pebbled and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. “I don’t need to see you to know how beautiful you are. You still take my breath away.”

  Tom toyed with her breast, stroking her nipple again and again, working her up before she’d even brushed her teeth. They hadn’t had morning sex since forever.

  “I think you’re the one making it hard to breathe, not me.”

  Tom slid over, bracing himself on his forearms as he slipped between her legs. “And you’re the one making me hard. Good morning, Mrs. Davenport.”

  “Good morning.”

  His lips descended on hers as his rigid cock bumped at her entrance. Rebecca spread her legs and her husband claimed her, sinking slow and steady into her slick heat.

  “Mmm.” His lips brushed against hers again as he pulled back. “Already wet. I love you this way.”

  Rebecca bucked her hips and Tom thrust, burying himself deep. “I like you this way, too.”

  “Then let’s not forget, shall we? I want us like this. Always.”

  Rebecca smiled and Tom thrust again, strong but gentle. Yes. This is what she’d missed. The intimacy. The knowledge they were one. He fucked her in languid strokes, building up her desire as he took her deeper.

  Tom’s hand snaked between them and as he rubbed his thumb over her clit, she came, shuddering around his length. A few strokes more and he came with her, emptying his seed deep inside her. Filling her up as a ray of morning sun spilled across the bed.

  He kissed her collarbone and Rebecca nuzzled Tom’s cheek. “This doesn’t mean we have to kick him out, does it?”

  “Not if you don’t want to. Chris can stay as long as you need.”

  She smiled. “Good. I’m not quite ready yet. There’s something else I want to try.”

  Tom kissed her neck in a slow trail until his breath hit her ear. “What is it?”

  “I want to surprise you. Are you game?”

  He smiled against her skin. “If it means I get to watch you come like last night, I’m more than game.”

  “Good.”

  Tom rose up and Rebecca bit back a moan as he withdrew. “I love you, Rebecca.”

  “I love you too, Tom.”

  Her husband stood up and walked into the bathroom and Rebecca pulled the sheet around her. This was going to be the best Christmas they’d had in years. She smiled as she thought of Chris and Tom. How their touch lit her up and made her delirious.

  Rebecca knew exactly what she wanted to happen that night. She just needed to go shopping to make it happen.

  * * *

  TOM

  Tom walked into the kitchen and paused. A box sat on the counter, all by itself. Strange. He walked up to it and flipped over the gold tag. To Tom. Open Me. He glanced up and scanned the house. Did Rebecca leave him an early present?

  With a shrug, he undid the ribbon, pulling the red velvet off the package and slipping his fingers under the tape. He pulled the lid off and pushed the tissue paper aside.

  Oh, my. Tucked inside was a photo of Rebecca. Stark naked and sprawled out on their bed. All those luscious curves. Smooth skin. Breasts he’d stroked over and over the night before. She’d spread her legs and smiled, staring at the camera and right through him. Damn.

  “Ooooh, man. That is one sexy photo.” Chris eased past him and opened the fridge. “Guess you’re gonna get an early Christmas present tonight.”

  Tom nodded and pulled out the photo. On the bottom, his wife had written a note—Merry Christmas, Tom. I’m your present this year. Hope you want to share.

  Any other time, he’d have freaked out. Sharing his wife? But after the night they’d had with Chris—he glanced up as his friend pulled out a bottle of beer. Fuck. He was half-mast already.

  It was crazy and out of character and something no one would believe in a million years. But Tom wanted another chance with the three of them together. And his wife had asked for it. She’d offered herself up to him as his present. He couldn’t disappoint her, not on Christmas.

  He turned to Chris. “Looks like it’s for you, too.”

  Tom held out the photo and Chris to
ok it from his hand. The man stared at it for a moment, taking in the sight of Rebecca naked and willing, before glancing up. “You’re sure?”

  He nodded. “She asked me this morning and I said yes. So, yeah, I’m sure.”

  Chris nodded. “Okay, then. Let’s get the party started.” He drained his beer in one long chug and set the bottle on the counter. As he bounded up the stairs, Tom slipped off his shoes and socks and loosened his tie.

  He stopped outside their room, toes sinking into the plush carpet as he raised his hand to knock. Now or never. The sound echoed down the hall and he held his breath.

  “It’s open. Come in.”

  He pushed the door open on silent hinges and stifled a gasp. Rebecca stood at the edge of their bed, dressed in the sexiest santa outfit he’d ever seen. Black thigh high stockings capped with bright red bows showed off her tanned legs, a red and white nightie barely covered her ass, and she’d topped it all off with a santa hat.

  “I take it we’re celebrating a day early this year?”

  She bit her lip. “If you want to.”

  “I know I do.” Chris slipped in behind him and gave Tom a nudge. “Your wife’s one of the best Christmas presents I’ve ever seen.”

  Rebecca laughed and Tom joined in. She really had outdone herself. And Chris was right—she was one damn fine present.

  As he stood there taking her all in, Rebecca stepped forward. She grabbed his tie and yanked him forward, lips raising in a smirk before they crashed into his. She closed her eyes and kissed him hard, mint and chocolate and hope melting in his mouth.

  She snaked her tongue across his mouth and he made up his mind. He’d go down any road she wanted if they could have this connection. The heat they used to have, the chemistry. It was all back because they’d let Chris in the door. The scene might shock the neighbors and terrify their other friends, but Tom knew he’d never have a better Christmas.

  * * *

  REBECCA