Switching Seth

by Jamie Hill

  "Do it!” She arched her back as one more orgasm swept through her. Seth's climax warmed her pussy, and she clung to the bed, trying to remain on her knees.

  "Fuck me,” he muttered, spent.

  "I think I just did."

  He chuckled, easing his cock out. “Oh, yes you did. You sure as hell did.” He patted her ass. “On your back. I'll get rid of this."

  "Yes, Master.” She rolled to her back, rubbing her stomach languidly as he left then returned.

  A wide grin split his face. “We've got a mess to clean up in the other room. Michael got off, watching us.” He slid onto the bed next to her.

  "I'm glad. Maybe he'll join us next time.” Carla ran a finger over his nipple ring.

  "Next time?” His eyes looked hopeful.

  "Sure.” She smiled, stretching. “There's so much more we could experience. I'm not sure I care who's dominating. I just want more of those feelings."

  "Feelings?” He nuzzled her neck teasingly.

  "Oh, yeah. You know the ones. You and Michael together are a great team."

  "I've always thought so. Damn, I love that man. But we'll have to take this in small steps. So...” he cupped one of her breasts, lightly flicking the nipple. “You enjoyed this as much as I did?"

  "It was amazing."

  "I thought so, too.” His mouth found hers, and they kissed passionately.

  Her tongue batted his, and she realized that was the foundation of their newly burgeoning relationship. A simulated battle for control, with dominance and submission bouncing back and forth. But in this battle, there'd be no losers. She squirmed happily under his muscular body, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. It felt so fucking fabulous, she was tempted to start all over again.

  Seth groaned, grinding his cock into her thigh. Carla smiled and kissed him again.

  * * * *

  Carla tossed and turned in bed that night, reliving the sexual experience in her mind. Michael had been much different than she'd expected. He liked to flaunt his dominance, but could also be gentle and loving. It was incredible the way he instinctively knew what Seth wanted.

  Seth. He was everything she'd hoped for, and more. Carla knew if she wasn't careful she'd find herself falling for one—if not two—married, gay men.

  Puttering around her house the next morning, she wondered when she might see them again. Time dragged, so she attempted to keep busy.

  The doorbell rang at noon, a welcome interruption from vacuuming. Carla answered to find a flower delivery man holding a long, oblong box.

  "Thank you.” She tipped him and carried it to her kitchen quizzically, at last tearing open the envelope and reading the card.

  The sweet scent of submission.

  See you tonight at seven.

  Seth and Michael

  Carla opened the box and inhaled the fragrance of roses. Smiling, she found a vase and carefully arranged the dozen red flowers. They're beautiful. It was just like Seth and Michael to do something so sweet. She couldn't wait for seven o'clock, and began planning what to wear.

  * * * *

  Michael opened the door just before seven and saw Carla in a black leather bustier and miniskirt. Stiletto heels and fishnet stockings completed the outfit. He couldn't be sure, but he suspected she wore no panties. He couldn't just reach under her skirt to find out—yet. But he would. His cock instantly tented his cotton lounging pants. “Holy hell. Look at you.” He stepped back so she could enter the house.

  "I'll take that as a compliment.” She added extra sway to her hips as she walked past.

  "It was intended as one. We weren't sure you'd show up."

  "Really?” She turned, staring into his eyes. They studied each other for a moment. “Last night was great. I couldn't wait for tonight."

  He smiled. “You look lovely. Hot as a firecracker."

  "Stop.” She laid a hand on his chest flirtatiously. “Or go on..."

  He couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss.

  Carla wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him close and opening her mouth.

  Michael plunged his tongue deep. It'd been years since he'd kissed anyone but Seth, and Carla felt so soft and more pliant than his male lover.

  "Ah, good, you're here.” Seth joined them. “Let's get to the playroom. Leave those clothes on, Carla. You look hot."

  "Yes, um, Master.” She raised her eyebrows at Michael and followed Seth.

  Michael walked behind her, grinning and whispering, “If you couldn't tell, Seth's in charge tonight. And by the way, I just have to ask, are you wearing panties?"

  "Nope. And my pussy is creaming, since you mentioned it."

  He groaned with arousal then circled her waist with his hands and squeezed. In the playroom, he moved next to the bed where he'd lined up several sets of handcuffs across the mattress. He glanced at Seth. “Everything should be ready to go. You're calling the shots."

  "Thank you.” Seth turned to Carla. “Lie down. You're getting tied up tonight."

  She lay on the bed, face up.

  Seth took one of her hands and secured it with a handcuff above her head. While he reached for the other hand, Michael put a blindfold over her eyes.

  Seth nudged her thighs apart. “I'm not going to cuff your legs. I want you open and accessible to both of us.” Her tight skirt objected as her legs were spread, riding up and exposing her.

  "Look at that.” Seth ran one hand between her legs. “No panties and already wet."

  "Slut,” Michael muttered teasingly.

  "Hey!” she objected.

  "No talking!” Seth barked.

  Carla gulped. “Yes, Master."

  "You want a gag?” Michael asked Seth.

  "I guess we'll have to. Pity, that mouth is so pretty."

  "And so useful. Suck on this dildo gag, slave.” He shoved a piece of cloth in her hand as the ‘stop’ signal and placed a rubbery plug in her mouth. “Like that?” Michael whispered. “Get used to it. You're going to suck off our real ones later on."

  Seth ran a finger over her cleavage. “I like this leather top. But I like looking at your tits more.” He unfastened the row of small buttons down the front then tugged the leather out from under her.

  "That's nice.” Michael watched her nipples harden into stiff peaks.

  Seth twisted one nub, plucking it firmly. “Maybe we should pierce one of these to match mine.” He pinched both of them harder.

  Carla shook her head, seemingly concerned.

  Seth chuckled and moved away, returning with a set of jingling chains. “I guess we'll settle for nipple clamps this time. Are you happy to settle for nipple clamps, Carla?"

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  He pulled one nipple out and clipped the rubber-tipped metal on it. “Does that sting? Drop the rag if it's too much."

  She shook her head, and he attached the other clamp.

  "I think she likes it,” Michael murmured. “Look, her pussy is dripping."

  Seth tugged the middle of the chain, stretching her breasts. “Nice."

  "That chain is fucking hot,” Michael agreed.

  Leaning down to whisper in her ear, Seth smiled. “I'm the hot one. You mentioned last night that you wished Michael would have joined us. Well, he's willing, tonight. We thought we'd both fuck you at the same time. Would you like that, Carla?"

  She nodded quickly.

  "Have you ever been fucked in the ass? It takes some getting used to."

  Nodding, she bucked her hips excitedly.

  "Shit, yeah.” Michael watched her hump the air. “She wants it bad. Why don't I bring you some plugs and lube, and you can stretch her."

  "Sounds good.” Seth moved between her legs.

  Michael gathered an assortment of bum plugs and a tube of lubricant. Setting them on the bed next to Seth, he settled in to watch.

  Seth shoved Carla's knees to her chest, exposing her pussy and the dark hole beneath. “Oh, yeah."

  "Nice,” Michael agreed.
He watched as a trickle of juice slid down her thigh. “Damn, baby, she's hot. This woman needs fucking, and badly."

  "Coming right up.” Seth lubed a small plug and circled her anus with it.

  Carla's hips jerked up.

  "Hold her down,” he instructed.

  "Gladly.” Michael placed one hand on each of her thighs. He nearly drooled as Seth inserted the small plug into her tight hole. “Mmm, yeah. More."

  Seth pulled the plug out and plunged it back in. After several thrusts, her anus accepted the intruder, and Seth increased the size of the dildo. “I might come just watching her tight ass,” he murmured.

  "Damn. Me, too.” Michael rubbed his crotch. His cock ached from observing the delicious anal play.

  "Why don't you strip?” Seth encouraged. “She's going to be ready soon. She wants it as bad as we do."

  Michael willingly agreed. He tossed his clothes in the corner and stood behind Seth, humping his lover's denim-clad ass for a moment.

  "Mmm,” Seth groaned. “Don't tempt me. Besides, we have a woman in need, here. Look at her drenched cunt. I think she's going to come before we ever get inside her."

  "Maybe we need to play catch up.” Michael stood by her head and asked Seth, “Do you mind?"

  "Go ahead."

  Removing her gag, Michael positioned her head then inserted his stiff erection into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him in deep, a low growl humming in the back of her throat. “Ah, baby. Much more of that, and I'll lose it right now."

  She sucked harder, and he regretfully pulled out.

  Seth inserted the largest bum plug he had into her anus and seated it firmly. He stripped and moved to her other side. “How about a little of that action over here?"

  Carla turned her head and engulfed his cock.

  Michael watched as she deep-throated Seth several times. He could tell by the look on his lover's face, the treatment was delightful. “We ready for the main attraction?” he finally asked.

  Seth withdrew his cock and returned to her ass, easing out the plug. “She's good and ready on this end. We'll have to uncuff her, I think."

  "I'll do it.” Michael released her handcuffs.

  "Can I take off the blindfold?” Carla asked.

  "You want to watch my black cock fucking your ass?” Michael whispered in her ear.

  "Yes, please!"

  He grinned at her breathlessness and glanced at Seth.

  Seth nodded, and Michael removed the blindfold.

  Carla blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights.

  "Stand up,” Seth directed. “Michael's going on the bottom."

  Michael positioned himself on the bed as Seth had instructed. He stroked his shaft and groaned with pleasure when Seth sucked the rod into his mouth. His lover licked and sucked him tenderly for a minute before sheathing his cock with a condom and slathering it in lube.

  "Carla, face me.” Seth helped her straddle Michael backwards, positioning her anus at the tip of his crown. “Work yourself down, baby. Impale your ass on that gorgeous black cock."

  She obliged. Michael watched her slowly ease her body down, so his shaft disappeared into her fully.

  "Oh, yeah.” Seth stroked his own cock back and forth. He applied the rubber condom and knelt on the edge of the bed. “Now lean back, Carla. Relax and rest against Michael.” He moved her shoulders back slowly.

  Her groans mingled with theirs as Seth filled her pussy with his erection.

  Michael felt Seth's cock through Carla's thin membrane walls. He couldn't move much with two people lying on him, but tried his best to thrust as Seth set the slow, easy rhythm.

  "I'm coming!” Carla cried quickly.

  "Do it,” Seth told her. “Come hard. Grease my shaft, so I can fuck you like a madman."

  She bucked and shuddered, moaning through her orgasm.

  Michael saw Seth wrap one arm around her and caught his eye. They watched each other as the rhythm increased, harder, faster, stronger.

  "Too much!” Carla choked.

  Both men froze. “You okay?” Seth murmured.

  "Need to stop?” Michael asked. God, I hope not!

  "No, I just needed a second. I'm sorry. It's okay."

  "No need to be sorry. We can take it easier.” Seth resumed a slow thrust.

  "Oh god, oh god!” She quivered.

  Michael felt her body contracting with another intense climax. Her ass cocooned him like a tight fitting glove, and he tried to focus on anything he could to ground himself and keep from floating away.

  "Yeah, come on, baby,” Seth coaxed. “Damn, that feels nice. I'm close."

  With that declaration Michael relaxed and allowed the pleasure to wash over him. “Same here."

  "Got one more left in you?” Seth held Carla's limp body in one arm. “Come one more time with Michael and me. We'll all fly to the moon together."

  "I don't know!” she gasped, “I think I've had it.” Despite her words, she continued to writhe between them, her facial expression one of pure bliss.

  Michael gritted his teeth. Carla was coming again, and he was right there with her. As her body quaked and shuddered, he emptied into her ass. She cried out with a low, throaty moan.

  "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Seth muttered over and over again.

  Michael felt his lover's warmth in her pussy and knew they'd managed a trifecta. It was a glorious, amazing feeling.

  "I think I've lost all sensation in the lower half of my body,” Carla mumbled.

  Seth chuckled and slowly pulled out of her. He helped Carla rise off Michael's cock, and the two of them joined him, collapsing on the bed.

  "Son-of-a-bitch,” Seth groaned.

  "I've never felt anything so wonderful.” Carla's voice was hoarse from moaning.

  "Me neither.” Michael gazed at her. He'd always thought sex with Seth was the best it could be. He still felt that way. But incredibly, this woman had brought a new dimension to their relationship he felt quite sure neither of them had expected. Euphoria oozed through him.

  "Hey.” Seth tossed a leg over his groin. “You good?"

  "'Good’ hardly describes it.” Michael wrapped one arm around him.

  "Excellent.” Seth rested his head on Michael's chest and closed his eyes.

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  Chapter Seven

  Seth logged off his computer and pushed away from his desk. He was meeting Carla for lunch, and it was almost time to go. The phone buzzed, and he picked up the receiver. “Yes, Susan?"

  "Michael's calling,” his secretary replied.

  "Put him through. Thanks.” He listened for the click as the connection was made. “Hi, there."

  "Hey, good looking.” Michael's voice sounded smooth and sultry. “My noon appointment just fell through. I thought we could meet for a quickie in the backseat of my car. You know my favourite thing to eat for lunch is you."

  "Damn, that's tempting. I wish I didn't have other plans. Can I take a rain cheque?"

  "What could be more important than a half hour of good loving with your man?"

  "Oh, you know.” Seth rubbed his chin uncomfortably. He'd invited Michael the first time he and Carla met for lunch, but his husband had declined. They'd gone ahead without him, and had continued to meet for lunch several times over the past three weeks.

  "No, I don't think I do. Are you seeing Carla?"

  "Actually, yeah. I told you we'd been having lunch occasionally."

  "You told me you did it once. The other times must have slipped your mind."

  "Sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal. She's been at our house so much these past few weeks, I thought the three of us were getting along well."

  "We are. But you and I haven't had sex alone since we met her. I didn't realise the relationship with her would take precedence over our love life."

  "Of course it doesn't, but it's new...” he lowered his voice, “and I'm getting off on the dominance. That was the original idea, if you recall."

/>   "Fuck, yes,” Michael sputtered. “You and all your new ideas. I was happy the way things were."

  "You're not happy now?” Seth asked softly. He felt sure he knew the answer. They'd been enjoying good times with Carla in the playroom. She loved to be fucked by both of them at the same time, and they did it often, with Michael and him trading off, top and bottom. None of them lasted long when they did that. They made a competition of it, their goal to get Carla to climax at least three times before they joined her. Michael can't try to tell me he's not having fun.

  Being dominant was exciting, but at one point Seth realized it wasn't the most important thing anymore. He loved getting physical with Carla and Michael, regardless of who was in charge.

  Michael sighed. “Things are good now, but I'm simply stating that I thought they were great the way they were."

  "I know, babe.” Seth hedged the truth a bit. “I'm just not ready to give up the dominance, yet. I feel like I've barely gotten started."

  "So, are you fucking her on your lunch hour as well as several nights a week?"

  "No! We're talking and eating. I invited you to join us. The offer still stands."

  "I don't think so. I'll see you later."

  Before Michael could hang up, Seth added, “How about making it just you and me tonight? I'll tell Carla we'll see her another time."

  "The Rose & Thorn formal is Saturday night. I think that's soon enough. Tell her to be at our place early to get dressed. I'll provide the clothes."

  "For Carla?"

  "For both of you. You're going as my slaves, right? We talked about it."

  "I guess we did.” Seth didn't remember. The one time they'd discussed the formal, he was practically out of it after a particularly strenuous round of play.

  "Have a nice lunch. See you later.” Michael disconnected the call.

  Seth held the receiver in his hand for a moment. Michael sounded pissed. He'd have to smooth things over later. He smiled, thinking of the various ways he could do that. Later. Right then, he was late meeting Carla.

  "Back in about an hour,” he told his secretary, heading out.

  "See you later,” the short, blonde-haired woman replied. Susan was efficient and pleasant looking—not extremely attractive, but he liked her a lot. He chuckled to himself. He'd never taken stock of women before. Until recently. Until Carla.