by B J Wane
Watching Doug release her from her restraints and tenderly enfold her in his arms, it took every ounce of Colin’s considerable willpower not to turn around and leave right then and there. He had no problem keeping his attraction under wraps when he was with Doug either out on patrol at work or whenever they were together without Olivia. It had become increasingly difficult for him to maintain his distance, however, when they were here at the club, when he had to watch Doug bring her to climax over and over using all the methods he himself enjoyed using on women. There was just something awesome, something special about watching a woman you cared about fall apart under the stroke of a flogger or paddle, watch her eyes glaze with frustrated passion and need as you drove her right to the brink of release over and over, withholding that final stroke or touch that would send her over the edge until neither one of you could stand the torment a moment longer. Just like Doug had done with his wife.
Forcing himself under control, Colin had watched Doug approach him with a smile, his arm draped around Olivia’s bare shoulders. “What took you so long?” he had asked when they stopped before him.
“Sorry, got tied up downstairs,” Colin had lied without compunction. In truth, he had put off coming upstairs that night because of Doug’s hint that he had a proposition for him, a proposition that involved giving Olivia something special for her birthday. Fearing the request, mainly because he knew he wouldn’t turn it down just as he knew being invited to join the two of them in sex could only end with him wanting his best friend’s wife even more, he had delayed coming upstairs for as long as possible.
Doug reached over and cupped Olivia’s breast, his thumb rubbing over the still distended nipple as he casually asked, “You know it is Olivia’s birthday, right?”
Colin had simply nodded, his mouth practically watering as he imagined sucking that small rosy bud into his mouth. Lifting his eyes from her breast, he said simply, “Happy birthday, Livie.”
“Thank you, Master Colin.”
Her amber eyes had been warm on his, her face flushed from her recent orgasm and the blatant way Doug was continuing to keep her arousal going.
“Come home with us,” Doug invited. “We’ll give Olivia a private birthday party she won’t forget.”
Watching the visible shudder that went through Olivia’s slender frame, the way her nipples tightened even further and the light sheen of moisture along her slit had been all it took for Colin to agree. As he now stepped out of the elevator and opened the door to Casey’s, his eyes spotting Olivia’s bright hair immediately, he recalled the regret his momentary lapse of weakness had caused him and wondered how he was going to keep from adding to it.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia sipped her wine and prayed for courage as she waited for Colin. Since her husband’s death, Colin had been the rock she clung to, the anchor that had kept her from drowning in the storm of grief that his passing had left her in. She not only missed the man her husband was, but the benefits of living as his sub full time. What she wouldn’t give to be able to return home from the stress of her job as a physician’s assistant at Lexington’s Children’s Hospital with nothing to worry about except pleasing the man and the dom that she loved again, to feel and lose herself in the pleasure of an orgasm brought about by the kiss of a flogger or the thrust of a hard cock. For the past three years she had suppressed her physical needs, thought she had buried her desire along with her husband, but lately she had felt those stirrings start to reawaken, and never more so than when she had been with Colin.
From the first time that Doug had introduced her to his friend and partner with the Sheriff’s office, she had felt a connection and an attraction that was similar to but significantly less than what she felt for her husband. She put part of it down to simple appreciation any woman would feel for such an attractive man. That combination of coal black hair and moss green eyes set against a swarthy, dark complexion was hard to resist, especially when coupled with a tall, lean but muscled body and a dominant streak that had her panties in a damp wad whenever he was near.
It was because of that attraction that she had agreed to the ménage Doug had suggested as a birthday gift to her and the guilt over how much she had enjoyed including Colin that night that had added to her grief when Doug had been killed the very next day by an illegal who he had pulled over for speeding. That was the last time she had had sex with her husband, the last time she had had sex period, and it was that memory and her own self-imposed celibacy since as well as a need she could no longer deny that had driven her here tonight.
Three years earlier
Olivia wore nothing but her collar when Doug opened the door to admit Colin after he had followed them home from the club. She was still reeling from the impact that seeing him watching her from across the room had had on her climax, something that had never happened before when Doug had played with her at the club. Even though Colin had been their guest numerous times over the past year and he had seen her naked both here and at the private second floor club that Doug and her were members of, tonight he was coming to their home for more than dinner and a game of football which made her feel even more exposed and which she had attributed to her unusual response at the club earlier.
When Doug had first asked her if she’d like to experience the pleasure two men could give her for a birthday present, she had been hurt that he wanted to share her. But, as always, her loving dom took the time to explain to her that seeing to her needs and pleasure was his number one priority, and that, just because he was willing to let another man touch and fuck her with him didn’t mean he loved her any less or that he wouldn’t be jealous if she were to want another man without him. His assurances had gone a long way to alleviate her concerns and she had agreed and looked forward to tonight with an anticipation that would later haunt her.
“Olivia, love, why don’t you get a beer for us and poor yourself a glass of wine,” Doug said, smiling at her from across the room where both men stood looking at her.
Relieved at being given a task, she replied, “Yes, Master,” before turning to go into the kitchen, the feel of both men’s eyes on her ass making her pussy fill with thick cream. Grabbing the two beers and her wine, she returned to the den where Colin had taken a seat on the wide leather arm chair and Doug was seated opposite him on the matching couch. Handing Colin his beer, she felt warmed by his soft smile and the glint in his green eyes as he openly caressed her from her peaked nipples down to her bare pussy with just those eyes. Flustered, she turned and padded over to Doug, handing him his beer before sinking to her knees in front of him.
When her husband ran a hand absently down her head, his fingers idly sifting through her blond strands, she closed her eyes in contentment, relishing the pleasure just one of the aspects of submitting gave her. Even though the men were engrossed in conversation, talk about work and sports that didn’t interest her, Doug let her know by small touches and caresses that she wasn’t forgotten or taken for granted. Being able to shed her worries and the stress of her job as easily as she shed her clothes when she walked in the door of their home each day was another benefit of submitting totally to this man she loved. Here, with him, she had no decisions to make, nothing to worry about except pleasing him. Living the dom/sub lifestyle twenty-four/seven provided her with the perfect balance to deal with her high stress career that she loved as well as giving her that something extra she seemed to need to be satisfied sexually.
Tonight, that something extra seemed to be sitting across from her and when Doug’s hand slipped from caressing her hair to slide over her shoulder down to her breast, she felt her breath catch and her heart accelerate, especially when he toyed with her nipple before taking the taut bud between his thumb and forefinger and very slowly tightening over it until she whimpered at the pleasure the slight sting sent whipping down to her crotch.
“She likes that little bite of pain, don’t you love?” Doug asked as he bent over and kissed her cheek.
“Yes
, Master,” she whispered, her face turning pink as he moved to her other breast and tormented that nipple next. “Oh, God,” she moaned when he finally released her nipple and the blood came rushing back into her abused peak with stinging pleasure.
“Be a good girl, Olivia, and crawl over to Colin and make him feel good.” Looking towards his friend, Doug said, “She’s a master at sucking cock. You won’t be disappointed.”
“I’m sure I won’t.”
Olivia watched Colin as she crept over to him, his eyes warm and approving which went a long way towards bolstering her courage. Dropping her eyes from his, she knelt between his splayed knees and reached up to unbuckle his belt. His hard hand covering hers stopped her and had her glancing back up at him questioningly. “Master?”
“Do you want this, Olivia?”
For the first time since he had arrived, she saw uncertainty tempering the lust on his face. That one look settled the last of her reservations about going through with this. He wasn’t taking this anymore lightly than she was, and knowing that was enough to make her want to please him as much as she wanted to please Doug.
“Yes, I want this. I want you and Master Doug tonight.” Why she felt the need to emphasize that this was a one-time only deal, she didn’t know, but she felt the need to let both men know she didn’t plan for this to be a regular occurrence. When he simply nodded and released her hands, she wasted no time freeing his impressive cock into her hands and taking her first taste of him.
Feeling both men’s eyes on her, she slowly lowered her head to swipe over the crest, tasting his seeping fluid before slowly exploring the purple crown, under the ridge and then the wide, hard as steel length of him. Thankfully, Doug was as big as Colin and she had experience taking that much hard male flesh into her mouth. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around and around until he clutched her hair tightly and she heard him moan before he cursed.
“Jesus, Doug, you weren’t kidding. If you don’t want this to end too soon, you better put a stop to her.”
Olivia relished the pleasure she heard in his voice, loved knowing she was driving him crazy, and liked how he deferred to her master to call the shots. When she felt Doug move behind her and caress her buttocks, she moaned around Colin’s shaft, sucking him even harder when the first pleasurable smack landed.
“Relax, enjoy,” Doug said. “We have all night.”
Olivia nearly choked at that statement, then, as Doug landed another solid blow with the round leather paddle, she promptly shoved it aside and basked in the pleasure/pain he was building on her ass, a pleasure that she felt in her pussy and had her bobbing her head even faster, swirling her tongue and hallowing her cheeks with even more precision. By the time her buttocks had that wonderful swollen, achy feeling, the heat spreading to encompass her whole lower half and Colin was stiffening in her mouth, his balls drawn taut in her palm, Doug thrust into her from behind and sent her spiraling into a bottomless vortex of pleasure.
Colin erupted with a quiet groan, shooting his seed down her throat as she tried concentrating on swallowing while continuing to draw every ounce of his come from him with her lips, tongue and mouth while her own orgasm kept threatening to explode. By the time Colin’s semi-erect cock slipped from her swollen lips, her master finally gave her what she had been waiting for.
“Come now, Olivia. Come all over my cock.”
His harsh voice, hard hands on her hips and jerking cock inside her was all she needed to send her over. When Colin reach down and cupped both breasts, his thumbs rasping over her sore nipples, she cried out, buried her face in his damp crotch, her mouth seeking his cock as the pleasure went on and on.
Olivia was barely aware of being picked up by Doug, but roused completely when she landed in the middle of their bed. She was still reeling from her powerful climax as she watched them strip and join her on the bed and then she was thrust right back into the maelstrom as two mouths and four hands made a feast of her body. When Doug took her wrists and restrained them above her head, she sighed in gratitude, smiling at him. He knew when she needed the choices taken from her, when she needed him to simply take over and she had never felt that need more keenly than she did now.
With all the decisions taken from her, she relaxed and basked in their attentions, enjoyed the awesome experience of having both her nipples sucked on at the same time, relished the feel of two men’s hands draping her thighs over theirs, spreading her for their pleasure, fingers invading her pussy and rectum while their mouths never let up on her nipples.
“Masters, please,” she begged incoherently as they brought her to peak and then pulled back, not once but several times.
“Quiet, sub,” Doug ordered in that tone that had her juices increasing. “Do you want me to gag you?”
Olivia looked into his dark eyes and shook her head. She looked at Colin, who had remained quiet, but he just gave her a little half smile then dipped his head back to her breast. And then Doug moved behind her, settling her on his lap, his cock prodding her ass, her arms secured over his shoulder as she leaned back against him. Her need was so high, her desperation so acute, she didn’t even flinch when he put his arms under her knees, lifted and spread her legs until she was completely open and exposed and said, “Go for it,” to Colin who was looking at her displayed pussy with a lust unlike anything she had ever seen.
Colin wasted no time dipping his dark head between her legs, no time in delving in with fingers and tongue, no time in suckling her clit while exploring every inch of her vagina, quickly sending her to the precipice again. Thank God he took a moment to raise his head, look at her with his mouth and chin damp from her juices and eyes filled with a savage need she couldn’t fathom and say, “Now, Olivia, come now.”
Doug cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples and reiterated his command. “Come for us, love. Scream and show us your pleasure.”
Olivia didn’t need any further urging. She let go and came again, this orgasm even more powerful and body consuming than the previous one. And just like earlier, the men didn’t give her time to bask in its pleasure or aftermath. She was still spasming, tiny pulses of pleasure still erupting in her pussy when Colin moved up beside her and Doug draped her over his long, lean body before taking his place behind her.
“Now you’ll learn the ultimate pleasure of having two men,” Doug whispered in her ear before turning her face up to his and kissing her long and deep.
Colin reached up and released her wrists before leveling his eyes on hers. In those green depths was an emotion she hadn’t seen before, something that scared her and thrilled her at the same time. She opened her mouth, started to question him, but he quickly laid a finger across her lips then drew her head down for a deep, ravenous kiss that had her forgetting everything except the hard body under her and the equally hard body behind her.
Doug’s cold, lube covered fingers penetrating her ass made her shiver, Colin’s cock slipping into her pussy made her groan and the feel of Doug replacing his fingers with his cock had her pushing back with longing for this new experience. With the slowness of molasses, they eased their cocks into her, Doug constantly asking if she was okay and Colin watching her carefully out of shielded eyes.
“Yes, just do it, master. Please.”
Without further delay, they sank into her and immediately set up a rhythm that told her they had done this together before. Working in tandem, one in, one out, they fucked her slow and deep, making sure she felt every glide of their cocks touching sensitive nerve endings over and over until she was writhing between them, lifting and arching for more, begging for faster.
The third orgasm, when it burst upon her with the force of a tsunami, sent her careening into pleasure so fast, pleasure so acute, she lost track of where she was as the world spun out of control around her. Holding her tightly between them, their hips plunging their cocks in and out of her clutching orifices with speed and deeper penetration, she could do nothing but ride out the storm and hope she surviv
ed unscathed.
She hadn’t survived unscathed, Olivia now thought. Doug’s death the following day had left her numb for a long time, her body numb enough to deny her sexual needs, her heart numb enough to avoid risking it again and it was only recently that she had noticed that numbness starting to thaw, the slow melting of the cold wall of grief shielding her from living. She knew Doug wouldn’t have wanted her to keep denying her needs and she also knew he would now approve of Colin helping her with more than problems around her house. Now, if she could just convince Colin of that. She knew she could ask just about anything of her husband’s best friend and she would always be grateful for his unwavering support these past few years, but since the night of their ménage, he had been inordinately careful not to get too close to her physically, to not cross any lines that would take their relationship from friends clinging together in grief to something more. Unconsciously, she had been grateful for that line in the sand he had drawn, not ready for anything more either physically or emotionally, but now that she needed more from him, at least physically, she simply didn’t know if he would be willing to cross that line.
Colin took a moment to get his emotions under control before approaching her. Unfortunately, where this woman was concerned, keeping his emotions in check when around her was next to impossible. Standing just inside the private doorway that led to upstairs, he willed his cock to subside as he quietly looked his fill. White blond hair cascaded down her back, hair that caught a man’s attention because of its natural pale color and the way the length of it swayed just above a very enticing ass. At five six, Olivia was six inches shorter than he was and her slender body fit against his perfectly, something he had found out firsthand the night he had spent with her sandwiched between him and Doug. Despite her slenderness, her ass was nicely rounded and softly plump, something else he had discovered and never forgotten that night.