Nothing More Beautiful

by Lorelai LaBelle

  We moved to the library, off from the dining area. Emma sat next to me on a loveseat, with Vince across from us in an armchair. “So we had an ulterior motive for asking you here tonight,” I said, glancing at Vince for his encouragement. He gave it with a slight nod. “We wanted—”

  “To ask if I’d sleep with you,” she cut in, grinning.

  “Uh—was it that obvious?”

  “Yes and no,” she answered. “This isn’t the first time a couple has propositioned me for a threesome.”

  “It isn’t?”

  She ignored the evident surprise in my voice. “No … But this is the first time I’m saying yes.” Her eyes flicked at Vince, her grin growing seductive with those full lips. “Tonight?”

  My heart leapt at her acceptance.

  “Um,” Vince nearly choked. “We were thinking Friday, to give you some time to think about it.”

  “I’m already feeling it,” she said in a heady voice that flared the fire in my blood. “We don’t have to wait.” She slid her hand from the couch to my thigh. Her touch surprised and exhilarated me: a strange, warm tingle crawled up my spine. “We can do it tonight, if you want.”

  I stared at her, frozen. This was the moment to let go of inhibition, to fall into the sexual act and explore a new realm, but my heart grew aware of the reality—what it meant to go through with the act. I’d be sharing the man I loved with another woman. But the question that tortured me still burned inside: was his heart only for me?

  I had to trust that it was.

  If I didn’t trust that it was, then our relationship stood on the weakest pillar—one that could crumble at any time, tonight or years from now. If I didn’t trust that it was, then one night of carnal satisfaction meant nothing, and our relationship was doomed regardless of any fantasy indulgence. Without trust, we had nothing.

  My heart was only for him, and I decided right then that his was only for me. This was about sex and trying something outside our normal comfort zone. Leaning into Emma as her lips parted, wet and luscious, I kissed her receptive mouth. The first kiss was light, barely a peck. I opened my mouth more for the second.

  My lust bloomed into a wild passion, and we pulled each other closer, our hands roaming. I felt her soft breasts, cupping each, exploring their perkiness. My fingers dove into her cleavage, her skin electrifying my senses. My dress covered more, so her hand only grazed the top of my breasts. Still the idea of her—a woman—touching the skin reserved only for men, sent a jolt of pure arousal to my pussy. I pulled back, opening my eyes, inhaling deeply, my heart running hard with desire.

  Vince was staring at us with rapt attention. His cock bulged in his pants. I waved him over. “Your turn,” I said. Emma moved the pillows on the other side of her to make room for him. He sat down and it seemed that the alcohol had consumed all of his nervousness.

  Emma turned her attention to him, making the first move, rubbing his hard-on. “That’s more than I’ve ever had,” she purred.

  Vince returned her gesture by fondling her breasts, sliding under her braless cup, rubbing her nipple between his fingers like he did mine. The sight turned me on, and I crossed over his arm, slipping under her other cup. Her nipple hardened between my fingers. She gasped from the delicate assault.

  Removing my hand from her breast, I slid down her arm to her hand stroking Vince’s pent-up cock. I ran a finger around her wrist as she worked.

  “Maybe we should take this into the bedroom,” Vince said in a deep, confident voice.

  “I’d like that,” she said.

  “I’ll bring more wine,” he added, as we got to our feet. He uncorked a bottle of white and brought the rest of the red with him.

  “I’m going to slip into something more accessible,” I said once we reached the bedroom. I ducked into the walk-in closet and found a set of lingerie I had hidden. The black satin cupless bra top featured a big bow in the middle, two small ribbons connecting under my breast, with two bigger ribbons covering my nipples. The lacy thong featured a bow in the back and a window in the pussy. I was saving the outfit for a special occasion, and I couldn’t think of a better time. It afforded me the confidence to be openly sexual without displaying everything all at once. I covered myself in a black silk robe to conceal the show.

  When I came out into the bedroom, Emma was signing a piece of paper. “It’s an NDA,” Vince said when I asked him. “For legal purposes.”

  “I fully understand,” Emma said, setting down the pen. “I’ve read enough romance novels to know the reasons.” She picked up her glass of wine and knocked back all that remained. The glass rang as she planted it on the nightstand. “Now, where were we?”

  Vince tucked the NDA into his blazer pocket. “In the middle of some very hot fondling, I believe.” His cock was still hard, fighting his pants for air. She reached over and stroked it over his slacks.

  “What are you hiding under that robe, Maci?” she said in a honey-sweet voice.

  “How about we find out,” Vince added, waving me over.

  I strode over, revealing most of my legs. Standing before them like a runway model, I let the robe drop to the floor, and I could see the hunger in both of their eyes. I twirled, showing off my ass and the pretty bow. “Damn, that’s a finer ass than even that girl on the treadmill we saw today.” Her compliment heated up my blood again. “May I?” She put out her hand for my skin.

  “Of course,” I spoke softly. Her warm hands grazed my ass, then squeezed it in a firm grip. A hard slap came a second later, and I gasped, surprised by her bold act.

  “Did you like that?” she asked, biting her lip.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  She did it again. “How about that?”

  “Yes.” I turned around to face them. “Now it’s my turn.” She didn’t hesitate as she spun, leaned over the bed, and stuck out her ass. Her nightclub dress was practically lingerie, accentuating her small curves with tantalizing effect. It made her body accessible, while bolstering her breasts to create maximum cleavage. She knew what she was doing when she chose it for the night, that much was clear.

  Vince quietly folded up her short skirt, squeezing both cheeks when they greeted our eyes. He stepped back and gave me room. I ran my hands down her back to her hips, brushing the sides of her legs, then up the curves of her ass. Her smooth skin in my hands felt wonderful, different and familiar at the same time. I raked her skin from her ass down to her heels, kissing her flawless skin as I did.

  I noticed that Vince struggled to watch any more of the tantalizing view, his cock aching in his pants. To draw out the suspense, I raked her again and again, and each time Emma released a soft groan of pleasure. “I think it’s time to release that cock,” I said, pulling my lips away from her ass as I stared at Vince, his eyes smoldering with seduction.

  “I agree,” Emma said, dropping to her knees beside me. I stood up and removed his jacket, throwing it into the corner on the far side, then his shirt, revealing his beautifully carved body. Her hands quickly went to his belt buckle, whisking the leather out of the loops with the slick, rough sound leather made, slapping the last few loops in noisy pops. Her proficient fingers undid the inner button, and then unhooked the metal clasp, tugging down his pants.

  A thin layer of cotton now lay between his cock and our mouths. This was it—once those boxer-briefs dropped, there was no turning back. Instead of letting jealousy stand in my way, I focused on the urges in the moment, and let them fuel me, dropping to my knees. I looked at Emma. “Ready?” She nodded, and together we pulled down the last obstacle, freeing Vince’s thick cock.

  I gazed at her as she took in the view. Cleanly shaven for the most part, Vince’s erection pulsed, the veins bulging, his skin yearning for our touch. One of Vince’s main fantasies involved two tongues playing with his cock. That fantasy was about to come true.

  With my right hand, I slid my palm up the back of his leg, gripping his ass. With my left hand, I held the base of his cock and pointed it at Em
ma’s salivating mouth. She opened wide as I pushed him forward. His head found her lips, burying deep into her throat. His breath hitched in response. She bobbed her head back and forth while Vince stared down at us, his eyes half-closed and rolling back. “Play with my balls,” he instructed me, gasping and moaning.

  My fingers inched down to his dangling balls and I began fondling them together. I watched as they twitched up and down in reaction to the strokes. Emma began hitting my hand with her mouth, getting into the action, losing herself in the blow job. Vince looked like he was dying of pleasure, his knees bent and barely able to hold him up.

  “You like her sucking on your cock while I stroke your balls?” I asked, my voice husky and horny.

  “I love it,” he said, his words barely coherent. His fingers weaved through our hair, each hand gripping us tight for balance. The slight pressure felt good.

  “I’m going to make you come now, okay?” I said, not really asking. I spread his legs wider so that I could get between them. I tilted my head back and probed his balls with my tongue, and he roared in response, his legs shaking. His hips were rocking back, instinctively penetrating Emma’s mouth. As his body tensed, his growl quieted into a restrained squeak: the signals that he was about to come. I sped up with my tongue.

  A second later, I saw Emma’s head jerk back as Vince screamed in orgasm. She maintained her motion, never letting up until Vince slowed her with his hand. She eased off his cock, her mouth open, full of sticky white come. A strange, dark desire drove me forward, and I kissed her hard, our tongues swirling in Vince’s semen. The kiss was so incredibly hot, I felt like I was gushing between my legs. We both swallowed what we had in our mouths, our breathing rapid, sweating from the intoxicating effort.

  We gave Vince time to descend from his sexual high, and Emma brushed aside the straps that crossed over her breasts, releasing them. I pushed her breasts together like Vince did mine and sucked on each nipple, my pulse zipping with bliss.

  Emma pushed me back. “My turn,” she said, stroking the skin exposed from the ribbon bra. With her tongue, she lifted the satin, her tongue twirling around my nipple. A shudder screamed through my body.

  Recovered, Vince lifted me up, propelling me onto the bed. He flattened me across the king mattress. Vince always made sure to give as much as he received—and to give it just as well. His eyes told me that I better get ready to explode. My panties were already soaked before his tongue even touched me, and the moment it connected with my clit, my entire body contracted in a huge crunch, and then released in a powerful wave of delicious delight.

  Emma climbed onto the bed, naked, her breasts hovering over my face. She bent over my stomach, planting delicate kisses down to my hipbone; all the while, Vince’s tongue swirled around my clit and pussy. She leaned back and I followed her eyes to Vince between my legs. “You said before you wanted to know what it tastes like. Do you want to find out now?” she asked.

  I nodded, a bit reluctantly. “Yes,” I said, licking my lips. She straddled my chest, slowly inching forward, my tongue encouraging her to scoot closer. My hands wrapped around her legs, and I brought her the rest of the way to my mouth. At first it just tasted like skin, a little salty. When her lips began to spread, her sweet wetness flooded my mouth, and I imagined what Vince was doing and tried to mimic his movements. He explored my whole region, though his focus stayed on my clit, always going back to that bundle of nerves that shot ripples of ecstasy through my body and up to my neck. The pressure building there, coiling like a spring—a spring that always erupted.

  He was devouring me like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and his deep-throated rumbles told me he enjoyed it as much as me playing with his balls. I followed his lead, and soon Emma threw her head back, yelling at the heavens. She angled her hips closer to my mouth, just as I ground mine closer to Vince’s face. It was an unstoppable reflex: our bodies’ way of showing we wanted more—more—more.

  Her body rocked as she came, her thighs crushing my head. But I didn’t mind; I embraced her orgasm, and only quit when she fell off of me.

  Without her sweetness distracting me, the pressure swiftly reached its limit, the spring about to release all its tension—and suddenly a wave of red slammed into me, again and again. I lost myself in the moment, the extraordinary sensation that wrapped me up in a tight cocoon of euphoria, and only the feeling existed. It flooded every little corner of my writhing body.

  We took a short break after that, recharging on water and wine. My legs dripped with sweet juice—juice I wanted to watch Emma lick up. “It’s your turn, Emma,” Vince said, as we crawled onto the bed. “My tongue is just getting warmed up. Now lay down.”

  She quickly obeyed, spreading her silky legs. Vince dipped his head between them and I studied what his tongue did. He pressed his tongue flat against her lips and parted them slowly, deliberately, running along the edges of her sensitive folds. He swirled around her clit, and then bit down with a gentle touch.

  I watched for a few minutes as he continued to change up his routine, eventually sucking on her clit for long intervals.

  Emma waved me to her. “You’ve tasted me, now I want to see how sweet you are.” Her heady tone brought my leg over her breast, and I straddled her the way she had straddled me. She wasted no time, her arms locking around my legs, drawing me to her mouth and the ravenous lust within.

  Her hands massaged my ass as she circled my clit with her tongue. Moans escaped into my pussy as Emma reacted to Vince. I responded with heavy, uncontrolled breaths.

  Sex growls and grunts, along with faint gasps and long groans filled the room. The thought of Emma between my legs cranked up my heart rate, and I entangled my hands in her hair, pulling gently, listening to her beautiful noises.

  Emma came for the second time—a thunderstorm of intensity, her whole body convulsing, as wave after wave crashed into every nerve inside her. Veins throbbed all over her face and neck, her eyes rolling back into her head.

  I climbed off of her as she came down, still craving my second orgasm. When I looked back, I saw Vince standing up as he withdrew two fingers from Emma, his cock now fully erect. It glistened under the light, begging to do its job—beckoning to the pool between my legs. Our eyes locked, and without a word, I knew it was time to start his second main three-way fantasy: having sex while his face was buried between another pair of legs.

  Beforehand, the three of us had agreed that he wouldn’t penetrate Emma, to keep things simpler: Vince was perfectly happy getting off with only oral love from her. He lay across the bed, his cock defying gravity, and instructed me to slide onto his cock so that we faced each other. Emma swung her leg over his shoulder, putting her clit right in his face while she faced me.

  Emma raised her hips so that Vince could see me fuck his cock if he wanted. “Kiss,” he said, after a minute. Emma and I leaned into each other while I continued to grind against Vince. Her mouth tasted like candy.

  “Do you like what you taste like?” she asked.

  “I still have you in my mouth,” I said, licking my lips. Our lips met again.

  Vince’s hands roamed over Emma’s body, gliding up her back, around her ribs, squeezing her breasts, then back down to her thighs. His hands never settled, and I could see the delicious shivers shooting through her.

  The need to thrust took over, and Vince repositioned us, with me on my back and Emma next to him. Red lights lit up in my head every time he slammed into me, pulling all the way out, then plowing hard, again and again.

  Emma stroked his sweat-sheened abs, running her fingers all over his hard body, before she dipped under to his swinging balls. Vince went into overdrive as she massaged them.

  His eyes locked with hers as he pounded away. Suddenly he was crying out, coming inside me, still with his eyes lost in hers, and I could see the burning passion in them—the same storm of lust that was there when he looked at me in the intense, true moment when he released himself.

  I watche
d in horror as our love shattered in those seconds.

  25

  CRUMBLING WALLS

  I had fooled myself into believing that Vince and I shared real love. Despite all of the tenderness and sweet words, it was all just carnal lust in the end. I realized this the moment he came inside me while staring into Emma’s eyes with the same look I had thought meant love—the love he bore for me.

  As soon as he pulled out, I grabbed my clothes and sprinted for the elevator, dressing on the way down, tears streaming down my face. A blubbering mess, I drove around the city, not wanting to go home. It wasn’t until the next day that my mind settled and I could form the coherent thoughts I wanted to express. I hadn’t slept. Fueled by the need to relieve my chest, I headed back to Vince’s to explain what had happened, taking a circuitous route.

  My phone died earlier in the morning, with over 40 voicemails and 100 texts from Vince. I knew it was childish to keep him in the dark. Grown people talked through their problems—at least hypothetically.

  The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside Vince’s condo. He jumped up, sitting on the couch in the solarium. “Jesus, Maci!” He ran over and threw his arms around me. “What happened? You just left without saying anything. I called you a hundred times. Why didn’t you answer?” His sentences were all strung together in one long breath.

  “It was all fake,” I said quietly, my voice raw. “I see that now.”

  “Fake? What do you mean? What does that mean?” His voice was frantic, hysterical.

  “Last night—” Tears were streaming down my face, but I steeled my nerves and fought through the flood, my voice quivering. “Last night I realized that I’m still the same stupid girl I was a year ago, kidding myself that I was in love, that someone else loved me the same way.”

  “What are you talking about? I do love you, Maci,” he declared. “I fell for you the moment you crashed into me.”

  I shook my head. “Last night—” I choked up again. “When you were coming inside me last night, you were looking straight into her eyes like you do mine, with the same passion, the same affection—and then I realized: it’s only lust, not love.”