Husbands & Wives (& lovers): Par 3

by Anne Douglas

  “That’s a lovely sound, Emma. You need to make more of them just like that.”

  Aaron stepped away, and Silas pushed her toward the bed. She turned and sat on the edge, not sure what to do next.

  Both men reached for their shirts and pants, and Emma wasn’t sure where she should look. Aaron had been her only lover, so she was insanely curious about Silas’s body, but it felt wrong to look her fill with her husband standing there. Aaron caught her furtive, fleeting glances to the side and smiled.

  “It’s okay to look, love.” Aaron’s shoulder jerked toward Silas. “But how about you get rid of those pants while you do it?”

  Damn good idea, really. Emma leaned back onto the bed and wiggled her hips out of her pants and pushed them down, leaving her panties behind for the moment. Once she had her pants down to her knees, she absently kicked them off while she turned her attention back to Silas.

  He was taller than Aaron, and it showed somewhat in his body shape. Silas was leaner, and she saw that it played out in other parts of his anatomy. He was very aroused. His cock was longer and narrower than Aaron’s thicker width and had a slight upward curve to its length. Silas had a full head of gray hair, and his body hair followed suit color-wise. With only a smattering of hair that ran in a trail down his belly to finally meet the hair around his cock, Silas was much cleaner cut than Aaron with his thicker, darker chest hair.

  Silas moved toward her, his cock bobbing slowly as he walked; when she licked her lips, he gave a soft groan. “You’ll have to forgive me if I end up going off like a rocket; it’s been a while…a long while.”

  She lay sprawled out over the bed, not feeling all that elegant as she tried to suck in her belly and keep her boobs up. Silas stepped between her knees as they dangled over the edge of the mattress and reached for the sides of her panties. Before he touched, he looked to Aaron, his brows raised in question. Aaron gave a brief nod as he granted permission for Silas to go ahead. The plain cotton was slowly stretched so Silas could ease them over her hips. He took a step back so he could work them over her feet, but quickly pushed back between her legs so they splayed wide, exposing her to his gaze.

  His long fingers teased along her thighs, stroking up toward the crease of her hips and her exposed pussy with small, circling movements. He watched her the whole time, gauging her reactions from her eyes and face, repeating the strokes that affected her the most.

  “May I touch you ‑‑ kiss you ‑‑ here?” His hand hovered over her mound, waiting for her permission to touch. She gave it with a small nod and a sigh, and his fingers stroked along the outer edges of her labia.

  His fingers came away slick, and he raised one to his mouth and sucked the shine off it with a sexy smile. He wasn’t so crass as to actually make an “mmm” sound, but the way his eyelids dipped, heavy and sexy, said it all for him. Silas’s fingers dipped back into her sex, opening her wider, exposing her as intimately as he could. His hands moved, circled around to hold her hips as he knelt, going to the floor between her thighs. He tugged, and she slid along the silky coverlet until her pussy was only centimeters from his mouth. Hot pants of breath washed across her cropped curls ‑‑ she didn’t shave, but she did like things neat ‑‑ before a tongue, long and lean like the rest of Silas, darted out and dipped into her core. She felt the rumble of a small growl as he closed right in, his tongue curling around her clit while his fingers coaxed her to relax with gentle movements.

  Deep inside her belly the tension wound higher; the tender lap of Silas’s tongue was similar to Aaron’s, yet not. The way he moved, the places he touched felt new, invigorated.

  Emma felt the spiral begin; her toes clenched and her fingers dug into the coverlet. It was amazingly arousing to have Silas perform an act so entirely intimate, but there was something missing. She looked behind Silas and saw her husband, his hand on his cock, stroking slowly and then twisting at the head as he completed every exact movement along his penis. He watched her watching him, and she saw the stark arousal on his face and fell a little further into the spiral that circled her body, centering in her sex.

  That was what was missing ‑‑ her connection with Aaron.

  “Touch your breasts for me, Emma.”

  She did as Aaron asked, and his jaw went rigid, his eyes hard and full of lust.

  “Pinch your nipples.” She hesitated at the command. “I know you like it. Do it.”

  The authority she’d craved rang in his voice, skittering across her skin as it echoed in her ears. She dared him with her eyes, challenged him to come to her as her fingers reached for the hard tips of her breasts. He moved to the bed, kneeling on the mattress beside her before trapping her wrists in his hands.

  Aaron pulled her hands above her head, and then angled in so his lips brushed hers. “Tease.”

  The hairs on Aaron’s chest abraded her nipples, driving the tender ache she felt there higher. She needed his mouth on her breasts to ease the need that had begun to torment her. Aaron swapped his dual hold on her wrists to his left hand and slanted his body, dragging his chest along hers until his lips met her breasts. He kissed and tongued his way down the slope of her right breast, his free hand reaching out to plump and knead at the other as he did. She arched her back, eager to feel his mouth around her sensitive areola and nipple.

  The heat of Aaron’s mouth left her skin, and she cried out, missing it instantly. She tried to follow him with her body, twisting and arching, but Silas held her hips tightly, not letting her get away. Silas doubled his efforts against her clit with his talented tongue at the same moment Aaron sucked the tight flesh of her nipple into his mouth. He drew as much of her breast in as he could before releasing her. He then latched back onto her nipple with a fierce suction edged with the sharp but gentle rasp of his teeth along her skin.

  The effect on her body was instantaneous. A path from Aaron’s mouth on her breast to Silas’s at her clit blazed bright and arced with intense pleasure as her back bowed. With bizarre synchronicity, Silas suckled her clit in time with the hollowing of Aaron’s cheeks as he drew hard on her flesh.

  Silas’s fingers slipped into her, and she couldn’t have cared less that her husband’s fingers weren’t the ones that crooked, catching the edge of a spot that sent a flame of sensation through her pussy.

  “Oh, God!” The muscles in her sex tightened, but it still wasn’t enough; her release sparkled on the horizon, just out of reach. A whimper escaped before a hoarse, whispered “more.”

  Her nipple popped from Aaron’s mouth, and he blew a hard breath of air across the wet surface he’d left behind. Emma hadn’t thought her nipple could get any tighter than it already was, but it somehow did as the air cooled the heat Aaron had generated.

  “Fuck her, Silas; give my wife something to come on.”

  Aaron’s body blocked her view, but she felt Silas’s shoulders brush against her thighs as he got to his feet. The width of his hips pressed in, and his hands curved farther around, getting a hold on her bottom to lift and tilt her pelvis. She felt his length work along her cleft, sliding among her juices as he lubricated his length.

  “Please, don’t tease, Silas.”

  “I’m not. I just don’t want to hurt you when I do this.” Silas’s hips moved, he thrust, and then he was there. Oh, God, right there! She yelled the words in her mind, not sure if they’d articulated as more than a scream of pleasure to Aaron and Silas. One hard stroke had forced Silas’s length deep inside her, and it felt delicious. The sparkle on the horizon rushed toward her as she spun faster toward her peak.

  Chapter Nine

  Silas withdrew from the slick softness of Emma’s pussy then thrust again, sparing no quarter as he let his usual tenderness drop away and exposed the desire that he’d long held in check. His cock was fit to burst as he shoved into her heat again; he was barely able to keep his rhythm together. He licked his lips and tasted Emma’s musky essence once more; he was determined to hold out to feel her come on his cock.

>   Damn, it’d been a long time since he’d felt a woman like this. He’d known exactly what he’d been missing, but this really hit it home. Despite the burning sensation of his impending orgasm that centered in the small of his back, there was pang in his heart that Joan wasn’t here to enjoy this as well. He didn’t shove the memory away, but gently set it aside ‑‑ Emma deserved his full concentration.

  Aaron still held his wife’s hands above her head and she arched up to him again, her body begging him for more attention. Silas pumped his hips, relishing in the drag and release as Emma’s pussy welcomed him, and then demanded he stay.

  He’d totally underestimated Emma’s and Aaron’s sexualities. Aaron was a total wildcard. They’d walked through that bedroom door, and a switch had flicked ‑‑ Aaron, the quiet, reflective man was sloughed off, and Aaron, the imposing dominant took his place.

  Silas wasn’t into being dominated himself, but watching it play out between Aaron and Emma? Shit, talk about sexy and hot.

  He’d had his face in Emma’s pussy at the time, but her body had let him know the moment she’d made a connection with Aaron ‑‑ just as he’d hoped it would based on his and Joan’s experiences. The sexual tension between them had ratcheted up a hundred percent when Aaron had starting throwing out orders and Emma had lobbed her silent challenge right back.

  Emma’s pussy worked along his length as it rhythmically constricted, tightening and releasing, driving him insane as he tried to hold his orgasm back. His balls pulled up tight to his body, and Silas wondered if he’d self-prophesized earlier when he said he would go off like a rocket.

  Aaron, good old Aaron, saved him from embarrassment when he growled out, “Roll Emma over, Silas, I need to feel my wife’s hot little mouth on my cock.”

  Jesus. For a guy who’d been so nervous that he might be doing the wrong thing, Aaron wasn’t hesitant about embracing the reality of Emma’s fantasy.

  Emma was at the point where they could have moved her body to Timbuktu as long as they promised to keep fucking her on the way. Her body was flushed with color, her breasts red, scuffed from the slightly rough attention Aaron had paid them. She was liquid and tense all at once ‑‑ malleable from the attention she was being paid, yet wound tight as a spring as they brought her ever closer to her first climax. Silas was sure it would be only the first of many before the night was through.

  The moment Silas withdrew, Aaron bodily lifted his limp wife, rearranging her on her belly. Emma gathered her knees under her and presented that fine bum of hers up for Silas, all the while greedily reaching for Aaron, who slapped her hands away gently. Silas didn’t have to think twice before he fit himself back between Emma’s legs. This new position gave him greater depth, and he knew the slap of his balls against Emma’s clit would make her feel good.

  “No, baby. You know the rules.”

  For all his experience, Silas was taken aback when Emma allowed Aaron to rub the head of his cock over her mouth, then tap against her lips with his dick until she opened. Her tongue flicked out and over the head of Aaron’s cock, making the man groan ‑‑ Silas didn’t blame him.

  Emma balanced on her hands and knees, and Aaron threaded his fingers through her hair as he guided himself into her mouth. With his hand on the back of her head, he directed her movements: small, shallow sucks interspersed with longer, deeper, slack-cheeked slides.

  Goddamn! Emma sucked cock like a pro. He was shocked, yet titillated, and the sight made it doubly hard to rein in the orgasm that was determined as all hell to explode forth.

  Silas looked away from the tableau and concentrated on what he had to do. He snaked a hand around Emma’s hip, placing his fingers right on the little nub of flesh his mouth had been so recently teasing. A slightly choked wail sounded out as Emma bucked back onto his cock, her pussy clamping down around him as it had before they’d shifted positions.

  “That’s it, Em. Ride me, girl. Work my cock in that hot little snatch of yours.” He thought she might balk at the dirty language, but she only redoubled her efforts. Aaron was doing little more than guiding his wife’s mouth and making sure she didn’t gag. He looked to be enjoying every minute of his wife’s attentions.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for us.” Aaron’s fingers curled gently to stroke along Emma’s cheek. “Silas needs to remember how good it is to have a woman come on his cock.” Emma’s body strained as she sought to do exactly that, though Silas held no illusions that it had anything to do with pleasing him. She was well past that point; it was all about her right at that moment. Hell, he didn’t blame her.

  Silas kept his hips pumping and his fingers playing along her clit to keep Emma on the edge, but it was when Aaron leaned in and laid a resounding slap on her arse that Emma finally fell over the crest she’d been riding. Her channel clamped down around the length of Silas’s cock, and he fairly howled ‑‑ loving every satisfying moment of it ‑‑ tapering out to a stuttering groan as he finally let go and came so hard his knees collapsed beneath him.

  Aaron watched his friend lose all control of his body and slump down onto his hands, bracketing Emma’s hips. He felt a perverse satisfaction that Emma ‑‑ his wife ‑‑ had been the one to bring Silas so low…in a totally, sexually replete sense of the expression.

  He concentrated on his own release now; the way Emma’s mouth wrapped around his cock, the exquisite way she sucked, the way her tongue lashed, curled, poked, and lapped at his slit and the ultrasensitive underside of his cockhead. How beautifully she gave herself up to him, trusted in him. Why had he been denying this side of himself in the bedroom for so long?

  The rasp of Emma’s lower teeth, so gently applied along his shaft, was the final straw for his control. His hand, twisted in her hair, held her still so he could make those last few frantic strokes into her mouth. Cum fairly boiled down his shaft and into Emma’s mouth where, despite still quaking from her orgasm, she took all his seed with ease, suckling his cockhead slightly until he pulled free with a replete groan.

  Emma’s arms wavered, surely aching from holding herself up on them throughout her own release. Aaron looped his forearms under her arms and pulled, dragging her away from Silas and along his body, so she draped over him when he fell back onto the bed.

  He stroked her, his fingers dawdling over the areas he knew from years of loving her were most sensitive after she’d come. Her skin prickled as he lightly trailed his fingernail over her hip and felt a tiny shudder as the sensation sank deeper. Her nipples still poked at him; he felt their hard little points against his chest as she lay over him. Lethargy still hadn’t taken hold of her body, and he knew Emma was still keen for more ‑‑ although he had his doubts about his and Silas’s stamina. He very nearly chuckled at the thought of his wife running rings around not one, but two men, but settled for a sated sigh instead. There was an echo from another satiated body that lay splayed over the end of the bed.

  “You still feeling a little itchy, honey?”

  “Mmhmm…” Emma’s hummed agreement faded away to a hushed gasp as Aaron’s fingers played lower, dipping into her slit where Silas had so recently been. Her clit was distended, and she jerked when he skated too close to the engorged flesh. But as he stroked around the swollen bud, her hips rolled and she pressed down against his thigh, capturing his hand between them.

  There was a click ‑‑ a bottle top opening ‑‑ that made him look for Silas. He held a bottle of lotion he’d retrieved from the dresser, the brand that was Emma’s favorite. Aaron bit back a smile when Silas sniffed the open cap and looked pleased that he’d managed to find the one that smelled the most like Emma on the first try.

  As Aaron watched his friend, his fingers still fiddled in Emma’s cunt, firm, but slow as they coaxed a certain tune from his wife. Silas bent one of Emma’s legs so her calf and foot went up in the air. He held Emma’s leg against his chest so he could squeeze a dollop of the cream onto his hands. He rubbed the lotion between his palms for a moment, then spread his sl
ick hands out over Emma’s foot, smoothing the cream, before digging into the tender soles of her feet with his thumbs.

  Emma’s whole body tensed for a moment, and then with a deep, almost tortured groan that sounded as if she’d just tasted the most delicious chocolate, she went boneless and her breathing became ragged.

  “Oh, God!”

  Aaron couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect move for Silas right at that moment. Emma had sworn in the past that a good foot rub had potential to be better than sex ‑‑ what could be more perfect than sex and having her feet rubbed?

  Aaron left Silas to it, and concentrated on his wife.

  “How does it feel, love?” Emma’s reply was unintelligible, just a hoarse moan from deep down in her throat.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you looked, lying there being worshipped by Silas’s mouth. You looked like a goddess accepting a token from a supplicant, Silas down on his knees as he offered to you.” He alternated the pattern he stroked on Emma’s pussy. “I felt so damn jealous that he was the one getting to touch you there, just like I am now.”

  There had been a few brief touches along Aaron’s legs indicating that Silas had moved from Emma’s feet, and up to her calves and thighs. She whimpered and ground down on his fingers when Silas reached her ass. Silas pressed down hard, scooping and manipulating the flesh as he massaged firmly enough to press Emma’s pussy down even harder onto Aaron’s thigh. She squeaked as Silas spread her cheeks wide. His head ducked, and using Emma’s squeak as a guide, Aaron figured his friend had either blown a cool puff of air over her back entrance, or licked her. Either way, that was as close as Silas would be getting to her arse ‑‑ that was his, and his alone.

  Emma’s face tilted up to his, searching for his kiss, and he was happy to oblige. She moved up onto her hands, and came up over him, her lips not losing contact with his as she brought her legs up to straddle him. Her hips worked, rocking her back and forth over the underside of his cock.