by Lane Hart
After trying on every outfit in my small closet, I decided to go with another sweater dress, this one purple instead of green with tall black boots and black tights. My intimates are purple and black to match since that seemed important. It’s not easy to figure out how to impress one man, much less two. Men who have slept with countless women, all thinner and a lot prettier than me…
Speaking of much prettier women, by the time I park outside Cameron’s house, Betsy and Holly have both texted me, each telling me that, while their date was hot, they didn’t feel a spark, so I shouldn’t expect them to agree to any more dates.
Whew.
That’s a relief.
And as nice as Steve was, who was cute in a boyish way, there’s no future there. When I gave him a hug goodbye, he pushed me away and then hustled off down the sidewalk.
So here I am, sitting outside of the house where two men are waiting for me inside.
Sure, I have a ton of insecurities about myself and doubts saying I shouldn’t be here or even be considering doing this, but for some reason I still get out of the car and walk up to knock on the door. A second later, it opens and Cameron is standing on the other side.
“Hey,” he says with a grin as he combs his fingers through the front of his long blond hair to push it out of his eyes. Eyes that are slowly raking up and down the length of my body like he didn’t just see me ten minutes ago at the restaurant.
“Hey,” I reply, clutching the straps of my black leather purse to me. “Your house is gorgeous,” I tell him since I can’t figure out what else to say. Besides, it’s true. All the houses in his neighborhood are huge, most two stories like Cameron’s with three-car garages. I bet his house could hold a family of five or six, and he has it all to himself.
“Thanks,” he says, taking a step backward and opening the door wider. “Come on in.”
When I step across the threshold, he shuts the door and then grabs my waist to kiss my cheek. “Your friends were nice and all, but I’m glad you came over instead of them,” he says softly before he lets me go.
“Ah, yeah,” I mutter since it doesn’t seem very ladylike to tell him thanks for having another threesome.
“Nix is in the living room,” Cameron says, gesturing toward it off to the left when we continue to stand there in silence.
“Oh, okay,” I say as I walk over and see Nixon sprawled comfortably on the sofa, watching me with a grin on his handsome face. Just seeing him makes my face flush, thinking about all of his flirty, and some even downright dirty, texts over the last few days.
“Hi, sweetheart. Clock’s ticking, so get your fine ass over here,” Nixon calls out, referring to how he’ll be cutting himself off from sex after midnight.
Smiling because his words put me more at ease, I stroll over to him. When I’m close, he lunges forward without warning and grabs my hips, pulling me down on his lap and kissing my jawline.
“Mmm, you smell good enough to eat,” he murmurs in my ear, reminding me of one of his many promises he sent me in a text.
“So do you,” I tell him. Even if he’s just using a line, the truth is Nixon’s cologne or aftershave smells edible too.
“I’ve got something you can nibble on, all right,” Nixon says with a wide grin.
The cushions shift when Cameron comes over and takes a seat on Nixon’s right so that my knees on Nixon’s lap are angled toward him.
“Are you thirsty? Can I get you anything?” Cameron offers.
“No, thanks. I’m fine,” I tell them.
“I’m not. My dick is so hard it hurts,” Nixon says with a squeeze to my waist and a nip of his teeth on my earlobe that cause me to shiver with arousal, especially when I do actually feel his cock getting hard underneath my bottom. “Ready to go upstairs, or do you want to play down here for a while?” he asks.
“Upstairs,” I say, since there are lots of windows, and I really don’t want Cameron’s neighbors seeing what we’re about to do. “If that’s okay?” I ask Cameron.
“Yeah, definitely,” he agrees.
“Good choice,” Nixon says, giving me a pat on my thigh so I’ll climb off to let him stand. He strides toward the staircase with me following and Cameron behind me.
Now my nerves are getting rattled, because in a few moments clothes will start coming off, and then there’s no telling what will happen.
“Mind if I use the restroom first?” I ask when we get to the second-floor landing.
“Sure, there’s one straight ahead and one in my bedroom,” Cameron tells me.
“Great, thanks,” I say, deciding to go with the closest so I can gather up my courage to do this. Last time, at the Christmas Party, the alcohol had loosened me up, lowered my inhibitions. I’m starting to think I’m way too sober after just two glasses of wine for a threesome booty call or whatever this is.
“We’ll be in the bedroom whenever you’re ready,” Cameron says, stepping into the bathroom to turn on the light for me. Then he and Nixon walk down the hall to the first room on the right.
Shutting the door, I turn to the vanity mirror to check my teeth and make sure my hair’s not a mess. Although I doubt either man will be paying much attention to my hair in the next few minutes… Still, I’m not sure what to do with myself but wash my hands and take deep, calming breaths.
This will be fine. If they weren’t attracted to me, they wouldn’t have invited me over, right?
Unless I’m still just part of a stupid bet…
But like Callie pointed out, Nixon and Cameron have never gotten so upset with each other over a bet.
Bracing my palms on the counter, I hang my head and try to shake those doubts away. I’m overthinking this. We’re just three adults having casual sex. That’s it. End of story. Tonight will be carefree and fun, but then it’ll be over and done. I’ll go back to my painfully boring, ordinary life, finishing up my last semester of school, looking for a new job, and finding a place to live. I’ll settle down with a real boyfriend, who pushes papers for a living and has a beer gut because he doesn’t have the time or motivation to work out every day or endure grueling practices on the football field. Sounds awesome; because while Mr. Normal Boyfriend won’t have the body of a Greek God, he will be sweet and caring. Most importantly, he’ll stick around, eventually ask me to marry him and make babies with me. I bet one day Mr. Normal and I will look back and laugh when I tell him about the time I went a little wild in college and almost married one of the Wilmington Wildcats' tight ends and ended up sleeping with two of their wide receivers.
At the same time.
Okay, maybe I’ll keep that tidbit to myself. I would hate for Mr. Normal to get all judgmental on me around our tenth wedding anniversary because he thinks he married a slut and that I’m a bad influence for our children.
And so what if Mr. Normal is a little boring in bed? At least we always share the same one and he doesn’t constantly bed hop from one girl to the next. There may be times I even look back to the two wild nights I had with Cameron and Nixon and replay all the orgasms they gave me to remember what getting off felt like because Mr. Normal doesn’t have a clue…
“Get a fucking grip,” I tell myself in the mirror since I’m fantasizing about cheating on my hypothetical husband in the future with past memories.
Striding over to the door, I finally exit the restroom and march right down the hall to the bedroom. And what a bedroom it is, with a freaking four-poster bed the size of a small island in the center with a thick, blue comforter draped over it. Neither Cameron or Nixon are in it. No, both of them are across the room at the bar.
Who has a bar in their bedroom?
“Shot?” Nixon asks as he pours clear liquid into a shot glass.
“Couldn’t hurt,” I tell him as I walk over and pick it up, throwing it back in one gulp. The alcohol warms me from my throat down to my stomach where it sloshes around amidst the anxious knots.
“You’re not nervous, are you?” Nix asks with a half smirk.
“You know, this is all pretty new to us too,” Cameron announces. “So it’s a little awkward.”
“Just a little,” Nixon agrees. “Apparently neither of us likes to share you, and having a second dick flopping around the room is not really our idea of a good time.”
“So however awkward you think this is for you, just remember that it’s twice as bad for us,” Cameron adds.
“Then why are you doing it?” I ask in confusion.
“Because being with you is just that good,” Nixon says.
“I seriously doubt that,” I tell him.
“He’s right. It is,” Cameron responds before downing his own shot. “Crazy but true.”
Grabbing a fistful of my dress, Nixon pulls me toward him, close enough that I can smell the alcohol on his breath and says, “Besides, awkward isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just…different.” He kisses my lips briefly and then pulls back. “It can be exciting and new too.” More feather-light kisses. “Which is exactly what makes it such a huge turn-on.” Reaching for my hand, Nixon slaps it against the crotch of his jeans so I can feel his huge turn-on for myself.
“See?” he asks with a nip to my bottom lip.
“Yeah,” I reply while giving his length a squeeze.
“Now, why don’t you get on your knees…and use your pretty, little mouth…to figure out who has a bigger dick?” Nixon suggests between kisses, taking my breath away with his naughty words. “Here’s a hint…” he says before whispering in my ear, “It’s mine.”
“Bullshit,” Cameron disagrees as he comes around to the side of the bar Nixon and I are on, unzipping his pants as he goes. When he’s standing in front of me, he reaches into his pants and pulls out his semi-hard yet fully impressive cock.
“Take my cock out,” Nixon orders me, so I unfasten his pants and then shove his boxer briefs and slacks down his thighs.
Since I don’t have much experience, I’m glad that Nixon invited me over, asked me if I wanted to come upstairs, and then told me what he wants me to do to him. He’s taking the pressure off me so that I don’t have a moment of feeling awkward or unsure about what I’m supposed to be doing here in a bedroom with two men, which I seriously appreciate.
And even though he didn’t tell me to, I don’t stop with just his pants. Reaching for the top button of his dress shirt, I start undoing buttons all the way down until I can push the fabric down his arms and off. I didn’t get a chance to see any of his skin at the Christmas party, and I really want to now. Nixon doesn’t comment; he only grins when the material floats down to the floor. Then I go over to Cameron and repeat the move, taking his sweater off of him and kneeling down in front of him to untie his shoes, then help get his pants and underwear off, his cock lengthening in front of my face the entire time I work.
Nixon removes his shoes and bottoms himself instead of waiting for me to do it. Now completely naked, he steps up to me and Cameron, close enough to grab the back of my head and pull my mouth toward his proud dick that’s standing tall. My lips part, and he eases his length inside, sliding his velvety hard flesh against my tongue as he goes.
“Fuck,” he groans before pulling back and barking out, “Take that damn dress off before I rip it off.”
“Yes, sir,” I respond as I grab the hem and shimmy it up and over my head for him.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Nixon mutters as he stares down at my lifted cleavage thanks to the cups of my lacy, black and purple bra. “Do the panties match?” he asks, so I lean back to show him the small, front triangle of my thong. “Damn, that’s hot. I’m gonna let you keep those panties on while I fuck you. I’ll just tug them right over to the side and slam home.”
And jeez, will my panties be wet by the time we get to that if he keeps up the dirty talk. That’s another one of the things that I love about Nixon. His words make me feel sexy and attractive, which isn’t a common occurrence for me.
“Get that pretty mouth back to work, sweetheart,” Nixon orders. So I wrap my hand around the thick base of his cock and do as he commands.
Chapter Seventeen
Nixon
“Fuck, yes,” I moan as my head falls back because Kelsey’s mouth is sucking me so damn good.
From the corner of my eye, I see Cam step closer. So I glance over and find him standing there in awe with his jaw gaping as he watches Kelsey’s head bob, likely thinking, How the hell did he get her to do that?
Cam’s been with as many women, if not more, than I have over our years together playing for the Wildcats, but what he hasn’t figured out yet is that some of them, usually the insecure, shy ones like Kelsey, prefer to be told what to do. It takes out all the guesswork and decision making on their part so that they can get right down to what we both want.
Kelsey eventually remembers that Cam’s in here with us. Her eyes cut to the left where he’s inched up toward her, desperate for some attention. She takes pity on him by fisting his cock in her hand and stroking up and down. It can’t feel even half as good as her mouth, but you wouldn’t know that based on his string of profanity.
I echo his sentiments when my cock slips free of Kelsey’s hot mouth to cover his instead. White hot envy sears through me, wanting back what Cam has…then Kelsey starts jerking me off, and I’m not quite as resentful. In fact, I understand his motive of moving closer, because I do the same while running my fingers through her hair, trying to encourage the return of her succulent mouth to my cock instead.
I’m so desperate that, when Kelsey runs her tongue over the tip of my cock, I barely notice that the head of Cam’s shaft is shoved up against my own getting the same attention lavished on it. My dick has never touched another man’s, but as long as a woman’s mouth is sucking on it, I can’t complain.
“God, yes, that’s good,” I groan when she takes us deeper into her throat until she gags. But if she doesn’t stop, and soon I may add, I’m gonna be shooting my load down her throat when I desperately want to get her off a few times first before I come deep inside of her.
“Whoa, stop, sweetheart,” I tell her as I grip the sides of her head to pull her mouth off both of us.
“Dude…what the ever-loving fuck?” Cam asks between pants. “I was so close.”
“And you’ll get there again. Ever heard of delayed gratification?” I say to him as I grab Kelsey under her arms and lift her up off the floor, making her yelp in surprise. Carrying her over, I toss her onto the bed where she bounces once and I follow her down with my eye on the prize — the small piece of fabric covering her pussy.
Just like I assured her, I don’t plan to take it off. It’s too sexy to spend the rest of the night on the bedroom floor. Instead, I hook my finger in the crotch and tug the lacy material to the side so that I can get my tongue on her.
“Ohhh,” she moans and writhes underneath me, trying to escape.
“You’re not gonna get away,” I tell her as I use my free hand to pull her right thigh to the side and pin it to the mattress before I go back to flicking my tongue rapidly over her swollen clit.
The mattress shifts, dipping to the left side, and I look up to find Cameron kneeling at the head of the bed with his angry, red dick in his hand and a frown on his face.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Kelsey, would you suck Cam off so he’ll quit pouting?”
…
Cameron
Kelsey’s back arches as she moans rapidly, no doubt coming on Nix’s tongue. Her swollen, red lips are parted, making me yearn to have them stretched around my cock again.
I don’t have to wait long.
Nix sits back on his knees, and then grabs Kelsey’s waist to flip her over onto her stomach.
“Get on your hands and knees and suck Cam’s dick while I grab a rubber,” Nix tells her with a hard slap to her ass.
Without any hesitation, Kelsey follows his orders, pushing herself up. I quickly scramble into position right the fuck in front of her face so that all she
has to do is open her mouth and… “Oh, that’s good,” I close my eyes and groan as my cock disappears down her throat.
Her mouth moves up and down in a perfect rhythm until she hums around my shaft and takes me even deeper.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I gasp, looking down to watch as her head bobs twice as fast, my cock hitting the back of her throat with each pass. That’s when my lust fogged brain realizes that Nix is fucking her so hard that she’s giving me the best head ever. “Don’t fucking stop,” I warn him as my spine tingles and balls draw up, getting close to a release.
Threading my fingers through Kelsey’s hair, I slam my hips forward with each of Nix’s shoves of her mouth on my cock until I shout out in pleasure. Hips pumping wildly, my shaft swells and then jerks when I start coming in her mouth with what is by far one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. It’s like I’m fourteen again, tugging on my dick under the covers and experiencing that first earth-shaking blissful event once again. Back when I was in complete awe because I didn’t know anything could feel so damn good. Addictive even.
“Are you close, sweetheart?” Nix asks, bringing me back to the bedroom where my deflating cock has slipped free of Kelsey’s mouth and her breathy cries sound like she’s either about to get off or she’s in agony.
“Yes! Yes!” she exclaims between pants, assuring us it’s the former.
Nix pulls her up and back, flat against his chest where his hands shred the lacy cups of her bra so that he can fill them both with her bare, bouncing tits.
“Make her come,” Nix orders me over her shoulder.
My limbs are weak, but I get them moving so that I can crawl forward until I’m close enough on my knees to cover Kelsey’s mouth with my own, tasting myself on her lips as I kiss her. I reach down between her legs, slipping under what tiny triangle bit of her panties remain in place to tickle her clit. When her hips shoot forward and her fingernails come up to grasp my shoulders, I know my touch is doing the trick.
And yeah, it’s pretty weird that Nix’s cock is inches away from my fingers, but fuck, Kelsey is so damn sexy with her head thrown back on Nix’s shoulder while I kiss her lips that are still swollen from sucking my cock, her tits spilling out of shredded lace with my hand shoved down the front of her hot little panties…