by Opal Carew
I try not to look at the pictures of my boys and Rusty on the walls around the landing. I try not to think about what’s going to happen when we step through the bedroom door. But with my panties wet and my nipples aching, it’s hard not to be just a little curious about what’s to come.
Once we are all in the bedroom, Dan closes the door. “Just in case the kids come home,” he says.
But I’m not looking at Dan because Aidan is pulling off his T-shirt and his body is definitely something not to be missed. His tanned, toned muscles are so defined he looks shrink-wrapped. My gaze drifts from his broad shoulders to the taut pecs, and over his chiseled abs to the long cuts in his hipbones that point directly at the bulge in his jeans. Barb is right. No woman could be unaffected by a body like that.
“A lot of first timers prefer to be blindfolded.” Aidan reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a length of black cloth. “You’ll feel less self-conscious and you can focus more on sensation. But it’s entirely up to you. It’s a trust issue. I’m just as happy looking into those beautiful green eyes.”
Trust. Do I trust Dan? We may have been caught up in the minutia of our lives, but yes, I trust him more than anyone else. And wouldn’t it be wonderful to be freed from worrying about where people are looking and what they are thinking and trying to catch glances of myself in the mirror and then wishing I hadn’t?
“I’ll give it a try,” I say.
I turn around so Aidan can tie the scarf around my head. The last thing I see before my eyes close is Dan’s strained and unsettled face.
“Dan.” My hands fly up to the blindfold, but Dan catches them before I can rip it off. He draws my hands down and wraps his arms around me, trapping my arms by my sides.
"I’m okay. You’re okay."
My heart is thudding so loud I can barely hear his words. "Maybe this isn’t such a good idea."
I hear the creak of the floor, the rustle of the bag, the crinkle of plastic, the slide of a zipper. Panic seizes me, and all the air leaves my lungs in a rush.
"Oh sweetheart. I can feel your heart pound. Breathe for me." Dan’s lips whisper over my hair and he tightens his arms around me until I relax.
"I can't do this," I say.
"Are you sure? It's only if you want. I can ask him to go."
I rest my head against his chest. "A long time ago, you said you didn't share."
"I also said I would do anything for you,” he murmurs. “Grant you any wish. Make your fantasies come true. Although I didn’t think it would be so hard. After seeing him with you downstairs, I’m going to have to make a few rules.”
"What rules?"
"It's only about you.” He slides his hands under my T-shirt and slowly pushes it up. I gasp as cool air brushes over my heated skin, and then I feel Aidan’s warm hands on my back, undoing the clasp on my bra.
Aidan strokes my cheek, and I shiver, every muscle stretched taut in anticipation, every sense heightened, my pulse pounding in my ears. What is he going to think when he sees beneath my clothes? What if decides to walk away and find a young hard-bodied Mimi to spend his night with? How humiliating would that be?
“The only touching that goes on involves you,” Dan murmurs as he eases my shirt over my breasts. “But I’m in control. Anything you feel, you'll feel because I made you feel that way. Any touch, any kiss, is because I want it to happen. And nothing happens without your consent. You say stop, it stops. You say go, he goes. In the end, this is about me giving you what you want and you getting off on it.”
Aidan glides his hands up my body, lifting my arms as Dan removes my shirt. My hair swings down over my bare back in a soft, gentle caress and Aidan presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Lovely.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Dan slides my bra down my arms and off, leaving me exposed. I grit my teeth, fighting against the urge to cross my arms and hide.
“Turn around, sweetheart. Let Aidan see you.”
My cheeks flame and I shake my head, bury my face in his cool, cotton shirt.
“Turn, Kylie.”
Damn him and that dark, rich commanding tone he used only when were having the kind of sex that left bruises on my thighs and my pussy sore and aching in the most delicious way. A voice I haven’t heard in years. A voice I know better than to disobey.
It is his voice, and the firm press of his hands on my shoulders, that send a rush of heat to my pussy. Not the gorgeous man standing beside me. Not the deliciously illicit thrill of having my fantasy come to life. This is what I missed. What I craved. What I lost.
Licking my lips, I turn, grateful for the blindfold so I don’t have to see Aidan’s reaction to my partially unclothed body.
“You have beautiful breasts, Kylie.” Aidan cups my breasts in his warm hands, kneading them gently. Then he circles my left nipple with his fingers, and rolls it into a peak. He increases the pressure until my lower half turns molten, then moves to torture my other breast. “I could play with them all night.”
My fists clench by my sides, and a delicious shudder runs through me as he finds my lips again. Slowly, gently he sucks my tongue into his mouth until an ache burns through my body and my knees tremble.
But Dan is there to catch me, his body hot and hard against my back, his hands tight on my hips.
"You okay there, green eyes?" I can almost hear Aidan’s grin, and I manage a smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to touch and where, slowly ramping up the intensity, tearing away my inhibitions. And yet, my body doesn’t respond to him the way it does to Dan. His touch warms me, but Dan sets me on fire.
"I think so."
“You can touch me, too.” Aidan uncurls my clenched hands, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Or would you rather punch me?”
“Touch,” I whisper, raising my hands to his shoulders.
He is shorter than Dan, not as broad. His muscles bunch beneath my palms, smooth and hard and fitting with his lighter frame. He smells of body wash and cologne, fresh and clean. Such a contrast to a dirty girl like me.
His mouth travels along my jaw and down my neck. "So sexy," he whispers, "It was hard to keep my hands off you when we were waiting for Dan."
"My sexy." Dan kisses my nape. His hands settle on my hips and he pulls me against him. He is wearing only his boxers now, but there is no mistaking the steel of his shaft pressing into the cleft of my buttocks.
Aidan moves in closer, pushing his hips against me. His erection, hard beneath his jeans, presses into my belly and he smooths his hands up and down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "All warmed up now? Are you wet for us, Kylie? Should I check?"
My cheeks heat and Aidan laughs. "I love it when she blushes."
"You should have seen her when we were first married and I spanked her ass," Dan says. "My girl enjoyed being punished."
"I would have liked to see that."
"Undress our guest, sweetheart,” Dan says. “I'm guessing he's getting hot with you in his arms." His warmth disappears from my back and I hear the scrape of a chair. Blindly I reach for Aidan. His chest is smooth, and not furred like Dan's, cool to touch. I lean in and press my lips to his pec.
"Ah, sweetness." Aidan brushes his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back. "You have lovely soft lips. I need another taste." He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and my hands tighten on his shoulders as I try to keep my balance
"I’ve changed my mind about that,” Dan says from behind us. “Her mouth is mine."
Aidan’s tenses every so slightly and then he pulls away. "Of course."
“On your knees, sweetheart.” Dan’s voice is louder now, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s closer or if he raised his voice. “Take off his clothes.”
I drop to my knees and tug on Aidan's belt, then push his clothes over his narrow hips and down his legs. He feels leaner than Dan, his legs more muscular and less hairy. I wrap my hand around his cock and slide up and down his hardened length. He is hot and heavy in my hand, his shaft thinner
than Dan’s and yet no less substantial.
"Not yet." Aidan gently removes my hand, and then pulls me to my feet. "Otherwise this will be over before it begins."
Dan laughs. "That was me the first time I was with her. She was the sexiest woman I'd ever been with. Still is."
I like the way they talk about me, as if I'm here but not here, like I'm privy to their secrets.
“Your turn to undress her,” Dan says. “It’s not fair that she’s the only one wearing clothes.”
Whether it’s his tone, or the way Aidan’s muscles tighten, I sense something has changed, the dynamic of the room shifting. Where only half an hour ago, Aidan was clearly in control, Dan is now pushing back in a way that has clearly put Aidan on edge.
“Hold on to my hair, green eyes.” Aidan guides my hands to his head and I stroke my fingers through his thick, soft hair.
“Why?”
“Because this is the hard part.” He gently eases my yoga pants and panties over my hips and down my thighs. A tremor runs through my body as I imagine what he sees, what I never look at in the mirror, what I always try to hide. My fingers tighten in his hair, but if I am hurting him, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he guides my feet, helping me step out of my clothing until I am totally naked, more exposed than I’ve ever felt in my life.
And then Dan is back, his arms around me, his familiar body supporting mine.
"Suck her nipples," Dan says. "She's very sensitive. It makes her wet."
"Pleasure." Aidan's lips, warm and wet close around my nipple and a delicious shiver runs up my spine. So hot. So wet. He nips the aching peak and pain sizzles straight to my clit. I moan, the sound shocking me. I barely know this man.
"She would look lovely in clamps," Aidan murmurs, his lips vibrating on my breast.
"Yeah, she would. I still owe her a birthday present."
“I thought this was my birthday present.” I look up at Dan, but his gaze is focused on Adam who is swirling his tongue around my nipple. He licks and sucks until my nipples are aching peaks. Then he he slides his hand down my belly and cups my sex, his fingers gliding through my labia.
"She's soaked," Aidan says. "And so close. I could get her off with one stroke."
"Lay her down on the bed and spread her legs,” Dan says. “I want to see her pussy."
A thrill of excitement ripples through my body. Is this Dan? My Dan? Talking dirty the way he used to do? Need coils deep in side me, making my body heat and my sex throb.
Aidan eases me back and lays me down on the soft coverlet. My hands clench, bunching the cool silk as he pushes my legs apart.
"Open for us, green eyes,” he croons. “Show us that pretty pussy.”
“Dan.” My breath comes out in short pants as I try to rein in the growing tide of arousal.
"I’m here, sweetheart. I like seeing you like this, all spread out for our pleasure."
A chair creaks and I hear Dan's heavy footfalls on the carpet as Aidan’s hand slides down over my mound, slicking through my labia before pressing into my wetness.
“She likes her birthday present,” Aidan murmurs. He strokes through my folds and back up to circle my clit. Over and over, with the same slow pace, never touching where I need him to go.
Oh God. All my blood rushes downward and I rock my hips seeking just the smallest bit of friction to push me over the edge.
“Poor baby. You’re hurting aren’t you?” Aidan pushes two fingers inside me and I arch off the bed, a thin whine escaping my lips.
"You might want to hold her," he says, pulling out. "She's right on the edge, and I still haven’t had a taste."
The bed bows as Dan climbs on behind me. Then he pulls me back against him. His cock, hard and throbbing presses against my back.
"You doing okay?" His voice rumbles through me, warm and comforting.
"I need to come," I whisper.
"I know you do. But we want to take you just a bit higher. Now, open for him, sweetheart." Dan nudges my legs apart. "Show him how wet you are." His hand circles my neck loosely and he tips my head back, my cheek to his cheek, my every breath at his mercy.
My words catch in my throat and I strain against his firm grip. Although at the back of my mind I know I can end this with just one word, my vulnerability sparks a firestorm through my blood turning my insides into molten lava.
Dan hooks my legs over his, holding me open. "Tease her," he commands.
"My specialty."
Aidan works his thumb through my folds and nudges my clit. My hips shoot up and Dan presses his free hand against my chest, holding me down.
“Bring her close,” Dan says, as he toys with my nipple, his other hand still loose around my neck. “But don't let her go over." His voice is firm with authority and there is no longer any doubt in my mind who is now in charge.
The bed dips and Aidan’s shoulders press against my thighs. He blows softly on my mound, and then slides a finger over one side of my clit. I gasp and he slicks my moisture around the engorged nub, over and over again, never touching where I need him the most.
I wiggle and squirm on the bed, straining against Dan’s powerful grip. But Dan is strong, unyielding. And with each failed attempt to get free, I feel a thrill of excitement that only heightens my arousal. This is what we had before, what drew us together, what I have so desperately desired but could never put into words. What I have missed the most.
“Almost there,” Aidan whispers and then he licks right over my clit.
“Ahhh.” My head thumps against Dan’s chest and he grabs my hands and pins them to my stomach.
“Easy, sweetheart.”
But it’s not easy. Not when every touch of Aidan’s tongue makes my body tighten, my legs shake and my clit throb. “No more.”
Aidan pushes his finger into me and I wail, my pussy clenching around him. “More.”
“Thought so.” Aidan chuckles and then he sets his mouth on me again, licking and sucking as his fingers pulse in and out of my vagina, his five o’clock shadow scraping over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Dan rolls and pinches my nipples, murmuring soft words of encouragement that I would find sweet if my entire body wasn’t focused on the burning need for release.
Finally, Aidan draws my clit gently between his teeth and thrusts his fingers deep.
My climax comes hard and fast, crashing through me as I let out a long, wailing cry. Dan holds me and my world splinters as pleasure ripples out from my center to my fingers and toes.
"Beautiful," Aidan whispers as he removes his fingers. "So responsive."
"We'd better slow things down." Still cradling my body, Dan helps me to sit, then he pulls off the blindfold.
Aidan gives me a cheeky smile, his blue eyes warm as I blink, adjusting to the light. "Hello, green eyes."
“You’re even prettier in person,” I tease, no longer feeling shy or inhibited about my body or what we’re doing tonight.
“I’ll be you say that to all your ménage partners.” Kneeling between my legs, Aidan tears open a condom packet and sheaths himself. Dan goes rigid behind me and hisses out a breath.
“No sex.”
Aidan’s eyebrows lift and he glances down at me. “Kylie?”
Until now, I’ve just been going with the flow. I haven’t thought about the difference between touching and kissing, oral sex and penetrative sex, but clearly there is a big difference for Dan. Should there be a difference for me?
In just two days, my world has changed, and even more in the last few hours. We have emerged from the cocoon that we wrapped around ourselves when our children were born, afraid of going back to who we were in case we lost touch with who we thought we were supposed to be.
And yet we have stayed together because the core of who we are, what first bought us together, is still there. The fire. The excitement. The thrill of giving and taking control. We are walking the edge like we used to do. Together.
“No sex,” I say. “But I’m up for anything else.”
Seemingly unphazed by our limit, Aidan shrugs and glances up at Dan. “You want to do this the old fashioned way?”
“Turn over, sweetheart.” Dan releases me and helps me onto all fours. “Take him in your mouth.” He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back as Aidan guides his cock toward my mouth.
Up close, Aidan’s cock seems impossibly large and I hesitate, just flicking my tongue over his crown, tasting latex and the heat of his desire.
“Open.” Dan slaps my ass so hard I lose my breath. Pain sheets across my skin then turns into a burn of pleasure that centers in my clit.
“I want to do that until your ass is red and swollen with my handprints,” Dan murmurs. “I want you to go to work and think of me every time you sit down. Now suck him, or I’ll do just that.”
Taking a deep breath, I wrap my lips around Aidan’s cock, drawing him into my mouth. His hand glides through my hair, his fingers tightening on my head.
“Very nice, green eyes. You can go harder. I won’t break.”
Balancing carefully with one hand, I wrap the other around his shaft and work it in counterpoint to my mouth. Aidan groans as I lick and suck, increasing my pace until he takes over, holding my head still as he pumps into my mouth.
Dan presses his chest against my back. His body is hot and heavy and his cock glides easily between my thighs. “You’re going to take us both at once, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear. “We’ll all come together. Open for me.” He kicks my legs apart and his hand slides over my hip and down my stomach. His fingers circle my over sensitive clit, and I moan against Aidan’s cock, my muscles tightening as my arousal spirals out of control.
Sensation builds on sensation. Dan's light touches on my clit, his cock pressed against my swollen entrance, Aidan's shaft thrusting into my mouth, the slow tightening of his hand in my hair, the scents of sex and sweat the rasp of our heavy breathing, the sight of Aidan’s body moving back and forth as he pumps his cock into me.
"I can't." I pull away, gasp for breath.
"Trust me,” Dan says. “I've got you." His lips brush my cheek and then his voice drops. “Take him, sweetheart. And take me.”