He’d maybe looked his fill when he lifted his right hand. She saw a black cloth in it, and she watched his eyes as he walked to her head, kept watching until he covered her with it, blindfolding her.
Jubilee couldn’t have said, later, how many times they made her come. They were mostly quiet, unidentifiable, as they touched her. They had lips and hands, fingers on her everywhere. They used clamps and little shocks, vibrators they held and others that attached to their fingers. Every part of her was game—her lips, her breasts and nipples, her clit and pussy, her ass. Fingers and toes, neck, knees. They’d touch her—or fill her—with a vibrator and then leave it as though forgotten, until one of them would touch it or twist it, reminding her. They told her to come, over and over. And told her not to, withdrawing their touch while she hovered there on the edge of orgasm, until they gave their permission.
She had orgasms that rocked her, so she jerked spastically against her bindings. Others that rolled over her like a gentle wave, nearly restful. And everything in between.
Blind to it, not knowing what was coming next, Jubilee was at their mercy, a thrilling, seductive mercy.
Increasingly, hard cocks touched her, tracing over her lips, brushing along her thigh, stroking through her fingers. The sounds of her own moans intermixed with deeper, male groans.
Finally, they drove her to another hard climax, one that had her shuddering and spasming and crying out. Almost before she was done shaking with it, they had her turned and bound again. She was bent over the bench this time, hands cuffed along the edge, ankles spread and cuffed to the outsides of the study wooden legs. Exposed and vulnerable.
The three men all stood behind her. A shot of lube filled her, and, then, one by one, wordlessly, anonymously, they fucked her in the ass. Each shuddered to his climax and shot his cum deep inside her, shoving up against her, jarring the table, moving it some inches across the floor.
* * * *
When Keith finished that triple ass fuck, a damn hot culmination to the hard-on they’d all developed as they’d driven Jubilee about crazy with orgasms, Henry motioned them all out of the room. They left the girl there, spent and still bound, cum filling her ass. Henry directed them to shower and, several minutes later, they met back in his den, where he poured them all a shot of Jack. He said he’d put Jubilee in his tub and told her to come find them when she was recovered.
Keith looked at his buds. They were each almost naked, wearing only a pair of shorts or flannel pants. It might have been awkward—they’d just excessively, extravagantly fucked one woman—who was bound—all three of them taking her in the ass. He, personally, had just shoved a vibrator up another guy’s ass—one of these guys.
But they all reclined in Henry’s big, leather man furniture, looking happy as hell. Brody started with a little smirk, and soon they were all grinning like fools.
Keith lifted his glass. “We’re lucky guys,” he said, and the other two voiced their agreement.
They talked NHL for a little, but their minds were obviously on what was happening next, the promise Henry had made about how the night would end. Their dicks were there ahead of them, he noted. He wasn’t the only one who had some tenting going on.
They’d gone silent for a couple minutes before Jubilee came. She stood in the doorway for a moment, making eye contact with each of them in turn while three cocks competed to give her the biggest hello. She was a vision, fresh and soft from the bath, skin glowing. She wore a clingy wrap skirt that tied at one hip, in a hot tangerine color. Her top was in a matching but softer hue, a lacey corset that followed her curves closely and ended a couple inches above the skirt. That was all that was visible, and Keith kind of hoped that was all there was.
She walked over to Henry, who was in a big armchair. She stepped between his knees and tugged at the hem of his shorts. “I don’t think you need these, do you?”
Watching her, but not speaking, Henry pressed his shoulders into the back of the chair and lifted his hips. Jubilee tugged the shorts down and took them away. Then she climbed onto the chair, straddling Henry with her knees, facing him.
She sat down, and, however she was dealing with that big cock—snuggling it up with her bare pussy was Keith’s thought—it was hidden from view by her skirt. With her fingers skimming, she wandered her hands up Henry’s chest and then rested them on his shoulders. She leaned in and kissed him, long and sweet.
“Happy birthday,” she said when she lifted up. “I love you, Henry.”
He looked back at her, and Keith could see the satisfaction that filled his chest with his next breath. “I love you, too, Jubilee.” They kissed some more, hot and sweet, with Henry’s hands firmly gripping Jubilee’s hips. Whichever one of them initiated it, Jubilee’s pelvis rocked gently, probably giving that cock a little wet massage.
A few minutes of that led to some pretty heavy breathing. It kept up when Jubilee lifted back again. Henry put his fingers to the fastenings on the little corset. “Is this like a birthday present that I get to unwrap?” he asked.
“It’s exactly like that.”
Henry was one of those guys who liked to unwrap his gifts slowly rather than tear into them. He took his time with the hooks and even with peeling the top back when it was open, in no hurry as he drew the straps down her shoulders and dropped it away. He played with his gift a little then, gently strumming his thumbs over Jubilee’s nipples and lifting up to kiss her, both mouth and tits.
The rocking action had heated up a bit and was bilateral now, with Henry flexing up his hips in time to hers. After a good bit of it, Henry took Jubilee’s forearms and lifted her upright again. His breath was rough now as he went to the ties of her skirt and tugged. The skirt fell open and he slipped it away.
Keith got a great look at Jubilee’s ass, having guessed right about her being bare underneath the skirt. It was also clear that she’d been humping Henry’s cock as he’d thought, sliding her pussy over it but not taking him inside. That was going to change now. Henry put his hands on her thighs and she lifted up. He used a hand to place the tip of his cock right at her opening and, when she sat down again, she impaled herself on it.
“Fuck.”
That was Brody, and he was damn right. It was a huge turn-on, Keith thought, viewing from his own chair. Watching that huge cock, inch by inch, pierce that pussy. Knowing, as he watched, how tight that pussy was, how hot. His hand was over his fly now, stroking his own cock, and he wasn’t the only one doing it.
Henry’s hands went back to Jubilee’s breasts. “Fuck me, baby,” he said. “Ride me.”
Jubilee had some cowgirl in her, apparently. She took him all the way in and, on some strokes, she bore down, grinding herself against him. Then she was lifting up, sliding herself along the whole length of him, fast, rowdy pumps.
The two kissed and clutched at each other, breathing hard. They both sounded close to coming when Henry slowed things down. He held her hips and fucked slowly up into her. “All of us, baby,” he said. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “I want that, too.”
* * * *
She did want it, Jubilee thought.
One might think she’d had enough already. But, one had to consider, she had three hot, beautiful men, and it turned out she wasn’t done. She wanted what Henry had promised her earlier. This sweet loving with Henry had been touching, binding. But two of her lovers were watching, and she wanted them, too.
She kissed Henry again even as she heard Brody jump up with alacrity and announce, on his way out the door, that he was going for lube. Then Keith was at her side, his fingers curling into her hair and turning her head toward him. He’d slid out of his sweats and was naked now, his cock thrusting avidly toward her. Toward her mouth.
Helped by the grip in her hair, Jubilee leaned toward that cock. She kissed him, first, sliding her lips over the head with its bead of moisture, and then down the length of him. When she came back up, she used her tongue. She licked him, wetting him al
l over, while Henry took up play with her nipples again and lifted his hips, thrusting slowly into her. By the time she was taking Keith into her mouth, Brody was back.
He knelt behind her, kissing his way from her neck to the small of her back. He touched her ass, lube already warmed on his fingers, and diddled some into her.
“Oh.” It was a gentle, seductive reaming, so very different from what they’d done before, those rough, impersonal fucks. She shuddered and leaned back, circling an arm around Brody’s neck. She left it there and groaned as he pressed his cock into her.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed into her ear.
But Keith was there, waiting for her mouth. He drew her forward and pushed himself in.
They were all doing it, then, all fucking into her. They were sweet and loving this time, filling her, touching her, kissing her. Murmuring gentle words. “That’s good, baby,” they said. “So sweet. You feel so good.”
Of course, the tension of it rose as they continued. They fucked into her harder, deeper. Their hands on her, fondling her tits, rubbing at her clit, became more intent. Their words developed an edge. “Suck me, baby. Deeper.”
“That’s so fucking good. So fucking hot.”
“Take it. Fucking take it.”
Jubilee lost herself in it. Their hands were everywhere, stimulating her, urging her on. Her excitement rose with theirs, her body driven by their hot desire for her, their skillful hands and mouths, and the fundamental satisfaction of triple penetration.
She moaned. A shudder rippled through her. “That’s our girl,” Henry said. “You like this.”
Pressing away from Keith’s cock for a minute, she panted. “I love it,” she said. “I love you, all of you.”
“That’s right,” Henry answered. He took her nipples between two fingers and strummed them with his thumbs. “Finish, Keith,” he went on. “Come in her mouth. She’s about to go over, and she’s going to need to scream.”
It happened just as Henry said. Keith cupped her head and thrust into her a few more times. “Take it,” he urged. “Down your throat. Swallow.” He went deep and held for a long breath, then came back out, pumping into her mouth. “Good, baby. Good.”
He groaned and came, spurting into the back of her mouth. She took in the salty taste of him and swallowed it down. He pulled back and went to his knees, panting, and still holding her head. He kissed her, like he was sharing the taste of his cum. Then he held her close, gazes locked, and said, “Fuck her.”
His pals didn’t take more than a second to comply. They’d slowed their thrusts into her, no doubt happily watching Keith go down her throat and get off. They made up for it now.
Henry’s hands grasped her hips, steadying her for the fucking that was coming. Her fingers clutched his, but Brody took her arms, raised them up over her head, and drew her hands around to clasp behind his neck. She was arched now, her breasts thrust out, and he covered them with his hands. He held her, letting her nipples protrude between his fingers so he could clamp down on them.
They started shoving up into her in union, filling her to the maximum, distending her almost unbearably. They gripped her and groaned, their breath huffing out with the effort and thrill of it.
Keith urged them on, and her, too. “That’s it,” he said. “Fuck her hard. Take it, baby. They’re making you come, aren’t they, sweetheart?”
Yes, was the answer to that. She arched even more, somehow letting them fuck even deeper into her, and pressed her breasts into Brody’s hands. Her moans became constant and turned into a wail when Keith slid his hand in to rub her clit with his fingers. He burrowed his face into the soft flesh of her arm as it circled around Brody. She felt his mouth open and the edge of his teeth as he sucked hard.
Brody was using his teeth, too, at her shoulder. Containing her as he fucked her from the rear, like a stallion would his mare.
“Oh, God!” Jubilee felt consumed, inflamed. Like she was coming apart, comprised of nothing but what they made of her with their cocks and their hands and their mouths. Their receptacle, a vessel for sexual stimulation as determined by them. As dealt by them.
Her body surged up each time Brody and Henry thrust into her. But it was all them. She was passive to it now, helpless as a leaf blown about in a storm. They powered into her, growling as their own orgasms barreled down on them, clutching and cursing.
It happened for all of them together. Even Keith groaned with the shared pleasure of it. Henry and Brody thrust up and held, their cocks jerking inside her as they emptied, hot and deep.
Jubilee shivered at the fiery, gritty feel of it, and rocked into the thralls of her own orgasm. She shook and shuddered, feeling her pussy and her ass spasm, making their last fucks tight and prickly.
They collapsed then, Henry down into the chair, Jubilee on top of him, and Brody on top of her. Keith was there, too, snaking an arm over Jubilee’s shoulders and tucking his head along hers at Henry’s chest. Fingers stroked her as they recovered, their breaths slowly easing, touches at her cheek, her waist and hip, her shoulder.
She felt connected, taken up by all of them. All three of her men.
Henry was the one who spoke first. It was his touch there on her cheek. “That was the best, Jubilee. Nothing better, ever.”
Brody spoke, too, his head on her shoulder. “We need another room like Henry’s in your house, Jubes,” he said. “Good locks, lot of soundproofing. I gotta talk to the architect again.”
Epilogue
“We have to go. She’s having a baby.”
Keith raised an eyebrow to Brody before he shared a warm look with Jubilee. He hadn’t expected Bro to be the one to panic. He’d kind of figured he’d be the one to get crazy himself. But he’d watched Jubilee through the morning, taking frequent breaks at the loom, stopping to rub her back. A couple hours ago, he’d knelt behind her and took over for her. “This seems kind of regular,” he’d said. “Contractions?”
She’d turned her head and smiled at him. “Yeah. Since early morning.”
It was time. Her due date was four days past, and all three of the guys had been in the house—newly expanded—too nervous to leave her for the last week. He thought it was possible they’d been driving her a little nuts.
She’d had to deal with a fair handful of ladies waiting to be grandmoms, too. Juby’s mom Rita and the other quad mom, Marnie, had been camping out in the glass studio for two weeks. Brody’s hippie mom Janie couldn’t be left out of things, and finally, even Keith’s mom had come down from Rochester. Keith didn’t think it was a bad thing to have a chef in the mix, given the number of mouths to feed.
The quad dads had been the toughest sell on the ménage deal—Keith could understand it, especially now, as he was a couple hours away from fatherhood himself. But they were warming up to the idea as it became clear that the three men truly did love Jubilee and were intending to stick. At the least, they couldn’t object in principle, given their own choices in loving relationships. Keith figured a grandchild would give the final tip to the scale.
In any case, those two had stayed in North Carolina to work on their golf game, and the women all had been on good, non-intrusive behavior. Keith thought Juby, for the most part, appreciated having them nearby.
Heart full and feeling only mild tinge of panic, Keith kissed his lovely woman. “You look beautiful.”
She did. It had taken them more than a year to talk her into a pregnancy. She’d been reluctant, she said, to give up her time with just her men to love. Keith figured she’d been a little hesitant to trust that they were all three as in as they’d said they were.
They’d sealed the deal, the four of them, at Brody’s beach house during Henry’s spring break that first year. They’d had a sweet dinner out on his deck, watching the sunset, the sound of the waves as their background music. Then they’d stood together and spoken their vows, just the four of them. Henry had done his formal, commitment like a contract thing, but he’d done it with love in his eyes a
nd his voice and even in his words.
Brody had been sweeter, holding Jubilee’s hand, kissing her fingers, reminding her of the first night he’d seen her, on his knees just inside her house. He told her he thought he’d loved her from that moment and planned on dying still loving her.
Keith had been direct. “I love you,” he’d said. “I’m going to keep on loving you, forever.”
Brody had done the shopping, so he slipped the ring on. It was a pretty thing, three bands of different golds interlaced, meeting up at one, embarrassingly huge rock because, well, Brody had shopped.
She had rings for them, too, black titanium, because they were cool, and gold—one each of the colors of gold in her band. She’d stepped up to each man, told him she loved him and that she was his, heart, body, and soul, forever, and slid the ring on.
She’d looked beautiful there in the sunset light, and Keith had never been more in love.
Except now, it was more again. Though he guessed that had been true pretty much every day for two years.
Jubilee had been glorious all through her pregnancy. Well, there’d been a few early weeks when she wasn’t too happy with the guys, though she didn’t have a lot of time to complain given how busy she was running to one of the bathrooms to puke. She started feeling better at twelve weeks and just turned spectacularly lovely. She kept up her yoga and began working out with a pregnancy fitness group up in Rochester that appeared to consist of a bunch of woman warriors. Her midwife might have had to bite her tongue at first, but she got over seeing all three men crowd into the exam room with Jubilee to hear the baby’s heartbeat. Keith thought she even enjoyed it after a while.
They’d chosen private childbirth classes, which worked best with their schedules anyway, but they figured expecting a whole roomful of pregnant couples to accept a ménage might have been too much to ask. The instructor had been cool with it, making Keith think they probably weren’t alone out there in the world.
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