by Jenna Byrnes
He shivered and pointed his car in the direction of home. He needed some quick relief before he could return to work. A hand job didn’t sound as lonely as it had a week ago, now that he had real lovers to fantasize about.
Marching through the house, he slowed long enough to grab a towel from the bathroom shelf, then stepped in front of his full-length mirror. Releasing his belt, he allowed his trousers to fall around his ankles. He shoved down his boxer briefs and fondled his balls before stroking his hard shaft.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
In his fantasy, Gabe’s hair was wild and flowing. He stood before Tucker wearing tight black leather pants with the crotch cut out, erect cock at the ready. His favorite leather riding crop was curled in his hand.
Tucker hung his head. “No, Master.”
The ends of the whip grazed his thigh. “Well, go ahead.” Gabriel drew the crop back and frowned. “I’ve got no plans to touch you now. Might as well do it yourself, since you’re such an impatient slave.”
He raised his eyes. “Please, Master? Will you whip me, then allow me to come on your boots?”
“Fuck no! Do it yourself, slave. And when you’re done, you’ll lick the mess off the floor.”
“Please, Master?” Tucker whimpered, desperate for the feel of his Master’s touch, or whip, whatever the man chose to offer.
“Do it,” Gabriel insisted. “Stroke your cock. Back and forth, up and down. That’s it. Hold it tighter. Pump it. Drag it. Squeeze it until it hurts.”
“Yes, Master.” Tucker panted, obeying directions.
“Insolent prick. You’ll be lucky if I let you lick my boots when you’re done touching yourself.”
Tucker shattered, emptying his seed into the towel in his hand. He pulled his shaft a few more times until the last wave of pleasure subsided. He looked up and saw his own reflection in the mirror. Smiling, he tossed the towel in the hamper and cleaned up before he returned to work.
Gabriel would make a fine Master. He and Brook would make perfect submissives. It was time to set the next phase of his plan into motion.
Chapter Four
Brook spent the next two days praying that she wouldn’t run into Tucker in the halls at work, and fervently hoping that he wouldn’t seek her out like he had Gabe on the morning after. She’d enjoyed their implausible encounter far more than she could have imagined and wasn’t against doing it again. She simply didn’t want to run into her boss in the office setting. He was just wacky enough to say something off color and try to embarrass her. She could envision it—he’d make a comment and walk off innocently, leaving her to explain what the hell he was talking about. That was Tucker’s way.
Whether purposely or not, he remained out of sight and she never encountered him at work. Friday evening Gabe had promised her a date night out, so they both showered and dressed before going to a nice restaurant. He seemed subdued and the food took forever to be served, so they were both testy by the time they left.
“Want to drive down to the beach?” he asked without much enthusiasm.
“Not really. Let’s just go home.”
“Well, this has been a fun evening.” He slammed her car into gear and drove.
“I hate it when you do that, it’s not good for the car.”
He muttered something she couldn’t understand. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
Back at their house, both of them began slipping out of their good clothes, but they weren’t looking at each other. Brook figured she might as well put on flannel pajamas, with as little attention as he was paying her. “What’s wrong?” she finally asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that shit. Something has been off all evening. We’d have had more fun staying home watching the news.”
Seated on the side of the bed, he stretched his neck from side to side. “It was just a long week, is all.”
Brook moved behind him and massaged his shoulders. “You’re tense.”
Gabe didn’t reply.
She had a thought, and decided to voice it. “Would you like to call Tucker?”
He tensed. “Why would you ask that?”
Brook placed her cheek against the back of his shoulder. “Just a suggestion.”
“I told him we couldn’t. He’s planning on tomorrow night.”
“Whatever. I’m just saying if you’d like to call him tonight, I’d be okay with it.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “You sure?”
She nodded.
Gabe pulled out his cell phone and his fingers flew as he texted. The reply came back quickly. “He says yes. He’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
She inhaled then blew the breath out.
He glanced at her. “Now you’re upset.”
“No, I’m not. I’m fine with his coming over. I’m just a little confused, because you’re the one who planned the ‘you and me’ night.”
Rising to pace, he shrugged. “It just wasn’t turning out like I’d hoped. It felt weird. I think we might want to mix things up.”
Brook nodded. “Okay.”
He studied her. “Are you positive?”
“I said it was fine, and it is. Relax, Gabe. This is still new. We’ll figure things out together.”
He sighed, visibly relieved. “How about I make something different to drink? Margaritas, maybe?”
“Great.” She watched him hurry into the kitchen and an ominous feeling settled into her stomach. Her husband had gotten one tasty reminder of what it was like to have a male lover, and now he wanted more. Was this something he merely needed to get out of his system? Or something he’d need permanently from now on? They’d made her feel a part of it the first time, but perhaps that was just for show. She couldn’t shake the niggling feeling that they really only wanted time together and had included her so she’d be on board. Especially when she saw how Gabe had perked up once he knew Tucker was on his way.
She looked in the mirror. Her long hair was smooth and shiny, her complexion clear. Not bad for a twenty-eight-year-old broad. She wasn’t thin but not overweight, either. Gabe said she had an hourglass figure and that aptly described it. Her breasts and hips were fleshier than some, but neither man had seemed to mind the other night. She wasn’t ready to be put out to pasture yet. She needed to do something to make the men aware of that.
Brook searched her dresser drawers for the sexiest lingerie she owned. A lacy, strapless black teddy cut high on the thighs would fit the bill perfectly. Slipping into the bathroom, she stripped and donned the outfit. In the back of her closet she found the tall ‘fuck me’ heels she’d purchased one day on a whim, but hardly ever wore for fear of snapping an ankle. She’d simply have to be careful, because she was dressing to impress tonight. If Gabe and Tucker wanted to be alone together she’d give them cause for second thoughts, making herself too irresistible to ignore.
The doorbell rang but she wasn’t quite ready, so she let Gabe get it. She applied a coat of bright red lipstick then double-checked her appearance before leaving the bedroom.
Walking down the hallway, Brook spotted Gabe and Tucker, and she paused.
Gabe was perched on the edge of a chair, his head in his hands. “I feel like such a shit. Brook dressed up pretty so we could go out, and I blew it. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.” He glanced up at Tucker. “I didn’t mean to treat her that way, but I can’t control these feelings in my gut.”
“It’s perfectly natural.” Tucker sat on the armrest and curled an arm around Gabe. “What we’ve got is new and exciting. We both want to explore it further. And, of course, I know how you feel about your wife. Neither of us wants to hurt her. You love her and I’m already infatuated with that ‘foreign species’ body of hers.” He grinned. “It’ll be fine. It’ll be better than fine. This is going to be amazing.” He raised Gabe’s chin and gently kissed his lips.
Brook leaned against the wall, both comf
orted and disquieted by his words. She wanted to trust Tucker but he was a smooth-talking lawyer and she was hesitant to take him at face value.
Gabe obviously didn’t see her. He slid his arms around Tucker and their kiss deepened.
It was hard to watch, yet at the same time she found their intimacy arousing. Brook placed one hand on her hip. “Starting without me?”
The men separated and glanced at her. Their eyes widened.
“Wow.” Gabe blinked.
Tucker smiled. “She did dress pretty. I like it.”
Her husband shook his head. “This is new to me. Nice, babe. Very sexy.”
Tucker rose and faced her. “The only thing sexier might be that same getup in black leather.”
She smirked. “Sorry, I don’t have one of those tucked away in my drawer.”
He shrugged. “We might have to get it for you. I’ve seen some really hot outfits, with strategic openings cut right into them.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Gabe stood next to him. “I’d be up for that. But right now, this one is perfect. Thanks, Brook.”
She placed a second hand on her hip. “You boys just going to stand there and gawk?”
“No.” Tucker scratched his chin. “I was just thinking what might look better than you in that teddy.”
She gazed at him skeptically.
“You out of that teddy.” He turned to Gabe. “Shall we retreat to the bedroom? I have a feeling our lady is ready to get down to business.”
“I’m past ready.”
She walked to the bedroom, where she folded the comforter and top sheet, before setting them aside. She turned and glanced at the two men with lustful, hungry expressions.
Tucker nodded slowly. “I think you should tell us what you’d like, Brooklyn.”
“I’m flexible. Anything is good.”
“No, we’re not settling for ‘anything’. For instance, I know that Gabriel desires my cock in his ass tonight, so that’s on my agenda. What do you desire, gorgeous?”
She chuckled. He’d started with the formal name thing again. For some damned reason, it aroused the hell out of her. “Okay, well, I guess I’d like someone to eat my pussy. Then while I’m still quivering with an orgasm, I’d like to be fucked until I have another.”
“Good! Now, rephrase that, taking out the ‘okays’ and ‘I guesses’. Tell me what you want. Command it.”
“I couldn’t!”
“Of course you can. It’s no different than the pillow talk I’ve already heard you use. ‘Right there, yeah, that’s it.’ You see, Brooklyn, expressions like that give your lover directions about what you want and need. That’s all I’m asking for. Tell us what you want and need.”
She raised her eyebrows at Gabe.
He shrugged and nodded.
Looking back at Tucker, she decided to play along. “I want you to eat my pussy.” To her husband she said, “Then I want you to fuck me until I come at least twice.”
Tucker bowed his head. “Yes, Mistress. Would you like to lie on the bed?”
“I would.” She dropped to the edge then settled herself in the middle of the king-sized mattress.
Tucker turned to Gabe. “Shall we remove her teddy?”
Her husband’s grin widened. “Oh yeah.”
“First your own clothes,” she added. “I want to see you both naked, so I can tell if you’re aroused or not.”
Both of them stripped without further instructions.
She had no doubts about how excited they were, when two thick cocks sprang from their boxers. “Yes, I can see you’re both looking forward to more commands.”
Tucker spread her thighs. “Oh, yes, Mistress. Very much so.” Lying between her legs, he examined her moist center with his fingers before allowing his tongue to dive in.
Gabe lay next to her and fondled one breast while sucking the nipple on the other.
Brook arched her back with pleasure. There was no question—being made love to by two people was a huge turn-on. She felt her first climax niggling.
“So beautiful,” Gabe murmured between mouthfuls.
“Hot and wet,” Tucker agreed, coming up for air. “And tight. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers. Feels fucking fantastic.”
“Ah, God.” Brook shivered at the combination of their words and actions. Gabe roughed up her nipples just enough, just the way she liked it, and Tucker’s mouth and tongue felt like heaven on her pulsing lips. “Keep going, I’m close. So close.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Tucker added another finger to her drenched pussy and thrust them in and out.
Brook tried to hold out and prolong the pleasure, but had never been good at that. She exploded and fireworks went off in her head as her body twitched and jolted with delight. It ended far too soon, but she quickly realized her lovers hadn’t stopped. Tucker continued to lap her juices with abandon. Gabe sucked one nipple to a hot, red peak then switched to the other, rolling the first between his thumb and forefinger. She watched until she couldn’t stand the emotional overload and had to close her eyes.
Another shattering orgasm ripped through her, but this one seemed to last forever. Floating on a cloud of ecstasy, she eventually rode it out and opened her eyes.
Both men ceased their ministrations and kissed her thighs and belly while she refocused.
“Damn, that was…amazing.”
“Time to change places.” Tucker looked at Gabe. “Fuck her well, my friend. Give her a fast and hard orgasm, then slow your pace so we can draw this out.”
“My pleasure.” Gabe moved between her legs and Tucker slipped out, pausing long enough to kiss her husband.
Brook’s eyes were glazed but she had no doubts that the sweltering kiss they shared—Tucker’s chin slick with her juices—was hot. Gabe sucked the man’s tongue for precious long moments before they finally separated and he turned back to her. “Ready to be fucked, Brooks?” He swatted the side of her hip and it made a slapping sound.
She groaned. “God, yes. Fuck me, Gabe. Hard, fast and deep.”
He repositioned her ass and held a thigh in a hand. Her pussy was so wet, his steel-hard shaft had no trouble sliding in balls-deep. Once firmly seated, he paused to allow her a moment to acclimate. “Damn, you’re tight.”
Tucker reached underneath and groped her ass cheeks. “With such a hot fucking ass, I could slap this until it’s beet red.”
“Hey!” She made a face at him.
He grinned, and as Gabe began his pounding rhythm, snapped a couple of strategically placed slaps on her bum cheeks.
“Ow!” Brook complained at the sharp, stinging sensations.
Tucker watched her face as he manipulated the abused flesh. “Want me to stop? Or would you like to see how good another slap or two would feel?”
Torn and very close to another orgasm, she nodded. “Go ahead.”
Gabe gritted his teeth as he ground into her.
At some point she realized that while Tucker toyed with her, he was also toying with her husband, tugging his swinging balls, grazing them with his swats as he reddened her ass.
Her man’s eyes rolled back, and she felt his warm heat pulse into her in spurts before he ground out, “I’m coming.”
Brook cut loose with him, her third orgasm taking her higher than she could ever have imagined. She wondered for a moment what it said about her that she came harder when someone was slapping her butt, but she pushed the thought away. They were consenting adults, not hurting anyone, and it felt so good.
She opened her eyes when she realized no one was moving or touching her. Gabe was still on top of her, but he was frozen like a statue, his face a mask of pleasure. She glanced around him and saw Tucker behind Gabe, doing something she couldn’t see. “What’s he doing?”
Tucker chuckled. “I’ve got three fingers in your husband’s sweet ass, lovely Brooklyn. Once he accepts the fourth I intend to fuck him senseless, while he’s still inside of you.”
The mental imagery was amazing. Sh
e almost wished she could be on that end to watch. Almost. But there was one small issue. “He already came.”
“He’s going to come again,” Tucker said with certainty. “It’s been too long since he’s been fucked. He’s getting hard now with just my fingers inside him.”
“I am,” Gabe gasped. “Oh God, I am.”
“He wants me to ream his ass with everything I’ve got. No use blowing his next wad creaming the sheets. He’s going to come inside of you, beautiful Brooklyn, until your pussy is full and overflowing. Would you like that?”
Her body shivered. “Oh yes.”
Tucker’s laugh was low and throaty. “We’re switching, Mistress. You’re going to lie beneath us and take whatever we have to dish out, aren’t you? If we choose to fuck you senseless, we’ll fuck you until you’re raw. If we choose to spank your pure white ass, we may do that too. And maybe, if you’re a really good submissive, we’ll both fuck you at the same time. One in your pussy and the other in your ass. Would you like that?”
She was close to coming at his words. Brooklyn’s head thrashed back and forth. “Yes, Master. Please, fuck me now!”
“Such a slut! Damn, how lucky am I to have two gorgeous sluts who love to fuck as much as I do.” A loud slapping sound rang out and Gabe groaned. “You ready for my cock, slut? You think you can take it all?”
“Try me,” Gabe groaned, grabbing the sheet on either side of her and hanging on.
Brook heard the crinkling of the foil wrapper, then watched with amazement as Tucker impaled her husband’s ass with his monster cock. She couldn’t see the actual deed—would have paid real money for a mirror on the ceiling at that moment—but seeing Gabe’s face was good enough.
His expression of honest to God pain was quickly replaced by something different, something Brook herself was just now learning about. Red hot, burning desire, so close to pain the two emotions mingled, mixed, warred with each other until pleasure won out and the bearer was rewarded with a climax so intense, he or she would beg to get it again, pain and all. Gabe was there, she could see it in his clouded eyes as he stared at her.