by Sam Mariano
“It’s so cute,” she gushes, smiling at the bear like it’s her niece.
She’s gonna make the best mom.
I can’t help moving closer, bracing my hand on the small of her back, and pulling her in for a tender little kiss. “You get excited over the weirdest shit.”
“I do not.”
“You do. It’s cute.”
Wrinkling her nose up at me in feigned displeasure, she takes her teddy bear and her pink lipstick and heads for the cash register.
When we get out to the car, I put Moira’s bag in the back seat with all the other shit. Jesus, this is a lot of stuff for Valentine’s Day. Isn’t this the card and candy holiday? I mean, obviously you buy your wife some jewelry or something, but she’s the wife—all she needs to do is show up.
“What is all this shit?” I ask, opening a bag to peek in.
Moira reaches back and swats my hand away. “No peeking. That stuff is for you, too. Come on, we still have one last stop to make. The steaks are never going to be done by the time Sebastian gets home,” she laments.
“You should not be cooking on Valentine’s Day,” I tell her, shaking my head. “That is the absolute height of bullshit. We should be taking you out.”
“I hate going out to eat on Valentine’s Day,” she says. “There are people crammed into every corner of every restaurant. You can’t even hear yourself think, let alone have a private dinner. I much prefer all of us eating at home tonight, watching a movie, and then going to bed early so I can give you both your presents,” she adds, smirking at me.
My cock stirs, recognizing the promise in her words. Still, I can’t resist messing with her. “Bedroom presents, huh? We get those types of presents every night.”
“Yes, well, you’re lucky men,” she informs me primly.
I can’t help smiling. “Damn right we are.”
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Turns out I am the lucky one, because her last stop is at a lingerie store. She already picked out my “present” and she informed me that she needs my help picking out Sebastian’s.
I would say it’s a special kind of torment, making me watch her prance around the private dressing room, modeling lingerie she’s planning to wear for another man—but it’s not, because even if it’s for Seb, I’ll be there enjoying his present right along with him.
This one is pale blue lace that adheres snugly to every perfect inch of her body. Even after a year with her, my heart is in my throat as she struts toward me. She kept on the nude heels she was wearing with her outfit, and she has one hand on her hip, an adorably cocky little smile on her beautiful face. This woman knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“What about this one?” she asks, turning around, then swiftly bending down and giving me a view to die for—her ass, scantily covered by blue lace. I can see the path to paradise right in front of me. I want to grab her hips, drag her little ass back against me, and bury my face in that beautiful pussy. Someone needs to teach her a lesson for being such a tease. I should eat her out right here in this fucking dressing room and see how quiet she can be.
Since she knows I can’t do that, she shoots me a saucy smile and slowly straightens. “Did you see the bra?” she continues, moving even closer and doing the meanest thing ever—straddling my lap, lowering herself and brushing against the raging arousal I’m shifting to accommodate.
“I did,” I murmur, thickly.
Moira brings her delicate hands up her sides, then over her breasts, cupping them and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Wanna feel?”
I narrow my eyes at her, grabbing her hips and holding her against me while I rock my erection between her legs. “I already feel about all I can handle in public, sweetheart.”
She grins, leaning in and brushing her lips against mine as she murmurs, “Good.”
If she’s as sexually frustrated as I am, I can’t tell. She pops up off my lap and heads for the dressing room. “I’ll be right back to show you the white one.”
“Why don’t we just buy all of them?” I suggest, as she walks into the dressing room. “I can say with a high degree of certainty that we will both love all of them.”
“I was already planning on it. I just like teasing you,” she says, honestly.
Can’t say I don’t like when the little minx teases me, so I guess I have to stay put and ride out this hard-on while she parades around in another tiny scrap of see-through fabric.
I can hardly think straight by the time we leave the lingerie store. Moira is still prattling on about steak, and the last thing I want to deal with when we get home is cooking. After all the torture she just put me through back there, I need to haul her in the house, drop all the bags, and drag her to the bedroom so I can sink my cock inside her and fuck out all this frustration.
To save time, I order some steaks and sides and we have to make one last stop on the way home. I text Seb to double check he got my message earlier about picking up Moira’s presents, ‘cause if he didn’t I need to drop her off and leave again, and I would much rather take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her.
“Relax, I’ve got it handled,” he assures me. “I’ll be home shortly.”
Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I help Moira take the bags inside the house, but before she can start unpacking everything, I grab her hand and drag her toward the stairs.
“What are you doing?” she protests, eyes widening. “I have to set up.”
“I need to fuck you. It’s medically necessary.”
Biting back a grin, she says, “But… Sebastian’s going to come home.”
“Then he can join in. I don’t care. I need to fuck you.”
“Dammit, Griff,” she says, but follows right behind me. “Can’t you wait until later for your presents? You’re worse than a kid on Christmas.”
“Shouldn’t have offered up such a good present,” I tell her.
Moira
One minute I’m worried about the steaks that are getting cold, the table cloth that is certainly not being put on the table, the candles that are not being lit, and all the Valentine’s Day festivity that is not being set up downstairs for Sebastian.
The next minute Griff is throwing me down on our bed and ripping my red skirt up. I gasp in surprise, then his rough hands rip my lacy panties off and spread my thighs apart. My stomach sinks with arousal as he gazes at me hotly, then buries his face between my legs and devours me like I’m his box of chocolates.
“Oh, God, Griff.” My head falls back against the mattress, my hands digging into the bed sheets.
Between the unexpectedness, how turned on I got teasing him back at the lingerie shop, and his fervor, I don’t last long. I’m used to coming hard and fast when Sebastian or Griff eats me out, but more often than not, the other is kissing me or stimulating my breasts, so my body doesn’t stand a chance.
This time it’s all Griff. His open hunger sets me on fire, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
He eases back, but narrows his eyes at me as I lie here, boneless. “Don’t you get too comfortable, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh, I hope not,” I reply, lightly. Griff shoves his pants down in one smooth motion and climbs on the bed, moving over me. I can’t resist reaching a hand up to tenderly caress his face. “Do I get my Valentine’s Day present now?” I tease.
“You get whatever you want,” he promises.
“Good,” I say, tugging his face close, hovering just above his lips. “Because I want you.”
I see the pleasure and affection in his eyes at my words, his appreciation for the haven of safety he never knew until I gave it to him.
But then, like a wall sliding in place, he shuts it off. Excitement courses through my veins because he looks mean. I’ve seen Griff turn mean mode on for me on only a few occasions.
It always means very good things for me.
I am going to get my present.
He reaches down and grabs a brutal fistful of hair, yanking my h
ead to the side and bending to leave a rough trail of hot kisses down my neck. I shudder, my eyes drifting shut, every nerve ending on my body coming alive.
“More,” I gasp.
He yanks my hair and answers, “Is that how you ask?”
I could die, I’m so happy. “Please. Please, Griff.”
“That’s better,” he murmurs, rewarding me with a few sweet kisses along my jawline, then he switches lanes and claims my mouth in a hard, brutal kiss that leaves me gasping and groping, needing more of him, needing him inside me.
A new voice joins the fray, and my arousal soars to new heights. “Tell him how much you want it, sweetheart.”
I pry my eyes open to look over at my gorgeous husband as he closes the bedroom door behind him, then deposits his coat on the chair in the corner.
Griff pulls away, glancing at my husband for direction. Should he keep going, or does Sebastian want to join in?
Sebastian waves a hand, granting his permission. “Go ahead; you seem to have things under control. I’ll jump in when I’m ready.”
Well, now that he’s here, I want them both. I’m greedy. When I meet Griff’s gaze, I see immediately that he understands. He releases his hold on my hair and leans down to do what he enjoys better anyway—the tender kisses, the soft caresses. Sebastian is here to play his role now, so Griff doesn’t need to.
I’m only disappointed for a whisper of a second. There will be countless other opportunities to play with Griff alone. That’s one of the many perks of all of us sharing our lives together.
Now that he’s here, I reach a hand out to Sebastian, beckoning him closer to the bed. My beautiful husband doesn’t need to be beckoned; he’s already on his way.
As I lie here pinned beneath Griff’s powerful body, his big hands roaming beneath my shirt, Sebastian leans down and gives me a lingering kiss. “Hello, sweetheart.”
“Hi, honey. How was work?”
Griff laughs and Sebastian grins at him, then climbs on the bed and grasps his beautiful cock, drawing my eyes to that magnificent instrument. “Never as good as home.”
“That’s for damn sure,” Griff agrees. “Nothing’s better than home.”
I glow, because that’s mine. I do that. I’m the reason they both love home so much.
“You didn’t even fully undress her,” Sebastian says, upon noticing I’m still dressed in my red skirt and cream colored top.
“I was too fucking impatient,” Griff explains. “She tormented me.”
“You love when she torments you,” Sebastian points out.
“I didn’t say I didn’t love it. I just needed to bury my cock in one of her holes and I didn’t want to get arrested.”
I cover my face with my hands, helplessly grinning. “You guys, I’m right here. You can’t just talk about my holes when I’m right here.”
Bringing his cock closer to my face, my husband tells me, “We can do whatever we want, sweetheart.”
His words cause my pussy to clench, and me to feel his absence. I squeeze my legs together, squirming with need. I reach a hand up to grasp Sebastian’s cock and pleasure courses through me when he briefly closes his eyes, enjoying my touch. My stomach twists up with need. I lift my head up off the bed and taste him, running my tongue along the underside of him. It’s not enough. I need more. I need all of him. I grasp his shaft and guide it into my mouth, closing my lips around him and sucking on the head.
“Mm, good girl. Deeper.”
I need to switch positions. I’m flexible, but I’m not a fucking rubber band. I pop off his dick and look up at Griff. “Can we move? I need to—”
Griff moves and I sit up, dragging my white top off and tossing it on the floor. Before I can get my bra off, Sebastian takes over, dragging my legs in his direction. “I’m going to take your pussy tonight. Griff can have your mouth.”
I look up in time to see Griff shoot Sebastian a faint look of displeasure, but my husband isn’t one to dawdle. Now that he’s claimed his territory, he slides his long, elegant fingers inside me and I moan, pushing against his hand. I want to share the pleasure with Griff, so I open my mouth and lean forward, taking most of him into my mouth. Already I can feel the faint displeasure melting out of him; I can feel the pleasure I’m giving him take its place as I run my tongue along his hard length. I relax my throat and take the rest of him. I want to look up at his handsome face, I want to watch him fuck my mouth, but my husband—finding me already drenched and ready for him—positions his crown at my entrance and I know I won’t have enough control of my own movements once he starts fucking me. Once they start going at me from both ends, I’m more or less at their mercy. It’s the hottest thing ever.
Before invading me, Sebastian reaches forward and runs his fingers along my throat, caressing me even as I work Griff’s cock. Sebastian’s hand drops to my breasts. He palms one, then pushes his hand inside the delicate fabric and pinches my nipple. I gasp and he thrusts his hips forward, shoving inside me. I moan around Griff’s cock. Sensing my need, Griff threads his big fingers into my hair, caressing me tenderly while I suck him.
“You’re perfect, Moira,” he tells me, rocking his hips forward, pushing deep into my throat. The pleasure in his voice is like an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
But I’m not perfect; they are. Griff is perfect with his tenderness, caressing and worshiping me in the most obvious way with his reverence. And my brutal, perfect husband worshiping me in the effortless way only he can, with his merciless thrusts, filthy words, and punishing yanks of my hair. As is always the case when they team up to take me, I’m driven mindless with pleasure, with the push and pull, the give and take, the pleasure they both get from my body. I get it back tenfold.
When he can tell his best friend is getting close, Sebastian sends waves of arousal crashing through me, commanding Griff, “Come down my wife’s beautiful throat.”
Now Griff’s hand in my hair shifts from tender to possessive. Sometimes he likes when Sebastian pokes at him, saying things like that. Other times he feels the need to remind Sebastian I’m his, too. Right now it seems to be enough to grab my hair more roughly, to shove himself more forcefully into my eager mouth. God, I love when Sebastian pisses him off. Only sexually, of course. It doesn’t last. Griff doesn’t want to be angry, so he lets it all out and I take everything he needs to give me—with pleasure.
Since Griff finished first, he caresses my face one more time and pulls out so Sebastian can finish. I look up coyly, licking my lips to get every last drop of him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he tells me.
“Your filthy little angel,” I say, mischievously.
Chuckling lightly as he eases over onto his spot on the bed, he says, “Always.”
Sebastian pulls out of me and rolls me on my back now that he’s done sharing for the moment. Peace settles over me as my husband comes down fully on top of me. I love the weight of him crushing me, the feel of his skin against mine. I reach up and run my fingers through his dark hair, gazing at him with all the love in the world, yet it barely scratches the surface of what I feel for him. He leans closer and, for a couple seconds, rests his forehead against mine.
My pussy may be currently empty, but my heart is full. I love this man so much.
His energy shifts, the loving gentleness replaced with control. He gathers my hands at the wrist and shoves them over my head, pinning them with one hand, narrowing his intense blue eyes at me. My pulse kicks up several speeds, even though I know he isn’t really angry with me. It never gets old playing with him.
“Should I punish you for how much you enjoyed Griff’s cock, little wife?”
Oh yes.
It seems impossible, but I feel the area between my thighs get even damper.
And then my husband delivers on Griff’s earlier promise to give me whatever I want. He stakes his claim and owns my body. When my pleasure reaches its peak and I come apart in his arms; he holds me close, then with a few final thrusts, joins m
e in paradise.
I love every part of having both of these big, strong men possessing me, but now might be my favorite. Griff moves closer now that we’re all sated, draping an arm across my waist and snuggling me on the right. Seb stays close on my left side, settling his hand on my hip and nuzzling his face in my neck.
Sighing, I announce, “You gentlemen give the best gifts.”
I feel Sebastian’s breath against my skin as he chuckles, then drops a kiss on the ball of my shoulder. “We didn’t give you your gifts yet.”
“Pretty sure you did. Also pretty sure our steaks are cold and gross by now.”
“I couldn’t give less fucks about steak right now,” Sebastian states.
“I wanted us to have a nice Valentine’s dinner. This is our first Valentine’s Day all together.”
Griff caresses my stomach. “Trust me, baby, we enjoyed this more than steak.”
“And I’m still expecting my annual gift,” Sebastian adds.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I bought lots of lingerie. Maybe when we do this again later, you gentlemen can take the time to fully undress me before you fuck me.”
“We will,” Sebastian assures me. “That was Griff’s fault. He should’ve already had you naked when I came in.”
“I was busy making her come on my face,” Griff states.
Cocking an eyebrow and nodding in acknowledgement, Sebastian says, “That’s a pretty good reason.”
I sigh, regretfully pushing myself up. I could remain here cuddling with them all night long, but I want to feed them and execute our original plan for tonight, too. “I’m going to go put myself back together, then I’m going downstairs and setting up all my Valentine’s day stuff. I want you to be surprised, so don’t come down until I say you can.”
Sebastian
As my dutiful little wife cleans up, rights her clothing, and heads downstairs to decorate the house for us, I relax in bed sheets that still smell like her and consider how long this Valentine’s night production will take before we can get her back here again. It’s sweet that she likes to go all out for us, but I’m eager to get back to my favorite part of the evening.