“Sorry for the short notice, but I wanted to surprise Michael with something extra naughty when he got home. He’s been working really late nights for the last while. Thought he could use a little bit of distraction.”
“Mission accomplished.” Michael touched the small of her back and moved between her thighs.
“So, you used me?” Wes seemed to feign offense.
“Yep,” Tabitha answered with a smile.
“Cheeky girl,” Wes teased with a laugh and wiggled the bun that was sort of still together at the back of her head.
She blew hair out of her eyes and he helped tuck it behind her ear.
She stared at her husband over her shoulder as he loosened his tie and tossed it onto the mattress. As Michael untucked his shirt, Wes brushed more hair off her cheek then removed all the hairpins from her bun.
A sigh slipped from between her lips as Wes massaged her scalp and Michael fit the head of his cock against the fluttering entrance to her pussy. She moaned as he pushed her legs farther apart.
“Which one of us was that for, Tabby?” Michael asked, slowly thrusting inside. “Such a tight pussy even after it’s already been taken tonight.”
She grabbed a handful of the covers beneath her as Michael’s dirty words slithered inside her head. She stretched to get closer to both men. A purr slipped out as Michael pulled back and thrust in one more time.
“Hence the nickname,” Wes chuckled.
She’d purred for Michael as long as they’d been together. Even the first night he’d kissed her she’d purred. No clue why she did it for him and no one else, but he loved it. And so did she.
Even when he let her fuck other guys, the purr was all for him.
Tabitha loved it when Michael called her Tabby.
Wes had nicknamed her Tabby Cat after the first time he’d heard her purr for her husband. That had been the first time they’d fooled around together.
So delicious.
She bit her lip as Michael circled her asshole with his thumb again.
“Oh, fuck,” Wes cursed. “I’d better get out of here or I’m going to be up for round two. Pun intended.”
“I’m sure Tabby wouldn’t mind.” Her husband glanced over and raised his eyebrows.
She looked up at Wes and his face was free of any emotion, as it normally was. Such a hard face to read, except when he was coming inside her. Then she understood him so clearly. “Want to stay, Sir?” She licked her lips and glanced at the fly of his slacks, which had already tented a bit.
He flipped his wrist over and stared at his watch for a second. “Let me make a call and I’ll be right back.” He tightened his fist in her hair for a second.
“Fuck. She just squeezed my dick and got so wet. So dirty, my hot wife.”
Wes stepped out of the bedroom and Tabitha laid her head back down on the bed.
A hot wife.
Not something she’d known to put a name to when she and Michael had gotten together five years prior, but they’d soon found they had similar proclivities.
She liked multiple partners, the dirty aspect of it, the sharing, and that she was a possession to her husband. That he could loan her out as he saw fit, which made their sex life off-the-charts wickedly erotic.
He liked claiming her, possessing her, fucking her with another man’s cum as lube.
And sometimes she got to have her husband and her date. Not all the time, but sometimes she was super fortunate. Sometimes it seemed her luck was unending. Tonight may just be one of those nights, when I get to have another round and my husband gets the dirty fun of watching another man fuck my mouth as he stretches out my ass.
And Wes?
He wasn’t the only guy she got to have sex with.
One of her favorites—absolutely.
But not the only one.
Glancing over her shoulder, she stared at the man she belonged to. Her heart tripped over itself to beat faster.
Her husband.
Her everything.
“Good thing you don’t have panties on, my wife. Such a good girl.” Staring down at her, his gaze spoke of love and cleared her mind of all but him. In the handful of years they’d spent together, he’d joked about rules she had to follow, some nothing but dirty fun. One of his favorite rules was no panties so he could take her any time he wanted to.
Others had changed over time. Condoms for all dates—for everyone but him. But they’d decided him using other men’s cum to fuck her turned them both on.
Several other rules were very serious. He’d never break a promise. He’d always be there to reconnect after a date. And he’d never use her emotions against her.
That last one wrecked her.
Her head knew he would never do that, but her heart still had a hard time believing it sometimes.
Those pseudo-rules had become a kind of mantra. Something to hold close around herself if she felt lost or afraid.
Heat filtered through her body as Michael took her. “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered as he thrust inside. “You beneath me. Me taking you back. Mine.”
Him saying the words she craved filled her with so much love and thankfulness she thought she might burst with them. Reconnecting after someone else had been inside her had become something she depended on more than she thought possible. It was a very important constant that had developed over the years of their marriage and further cemented their dynamic.
In her purse, she carried a piece of paper with the ‘rules’ written down. No more than a handful of items she kept close, but they kept her grounded. Kept her safe. She’d looked at the simple reminders so many times she had them memorized, but the information was something she’d put together. Not they’d put together. The rules weren’t really rules. More of an inside joke.
Dozens of times she’d thought to show Michael but she just hadn’t. Honestly, she felt lame needing some kind of talisman with her to remind her of how far she’d come. How far they’d come. Her ex-boyfriend had left scars so deep when he’d broken her heart, and she still had to fight not to run when things got hard.
But she was doing better.
Michael helped her be better.
“Up on your knees, gorgeous. I want ass. Fuck, you make me so hard.”
He lifted her up, but planted a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her upper body on the bed.
“I love it when you put me where you want me.”
“Love that you follow my commands, no matter if they’re verbal or physical. I love playing with you. Love fucking you. Making love to you. Everything. Every minute. I’ve missed you lately.” He leaned over her back and wrapped one of his arms around her, holding her to him.
“Missed you, too.” Much more than she wanted to admit.
“Gonna get lube. Don’t go anywhere.” He licked her cheek and she smiled.
She watched him as he moved to the nightstand to find the lube.
A couple of years prior, he’d been working at a very high-profile architectural firm. Highbrow, good pay, standard hours. A few years before that, when he’d been at the same job, was actually how they’d met. But he hadn’t been happy there so they’d talked about him branching off and starting his own firm.
They’d saved and talked about it some more—and talked some more.
They were in the outskirts of Jacksonville, North Carolina, which was a very diverse location with a huge amount of growth potential.
She had a good job as a CPA, so they’d decided he should go for it.
And he had.
Talk. About. Busy.
Almost all of his clients had gone with him, and most were multi-locational government or philanthropic organizations.
He stayed busy, all the time. He’d hired a receptionist-slash-secretary. He had several draftsmen, too, but a lot of the design work still fell to him. Then there were the projects actually under construction. He had several foremen who oversaw the jobs, but he was very hands-on with all of it.
It meant
late nights and early mornings, and she missed him. A lot.
He grabbed the lube, curled his fingers around it and squeezed some on his cock then climbed back behind her on the bed.
She shivered beneath him as he filled her pussy once again, then leaned over to rub his stubble up her spine. “I love your five o’clock shadow. Have I ever told you that?”
They both laughed. It was a bit of a joke.
She told him every time he brushed his stubble against her.
Talk about a yummy trigger.
“Once or twice,” he whispered against the flesh of her back. He glanced at the door and she followed his gaze. “Looks like someone’s been a very good girl lately. Or very naughty,” he added as Wes stepped back into the bedroom.
Michael straightened and rubbed the excess lube from his hands on her ass. Her date approached her side of the bed, where her head was pressed against the mattress.
“I have twenty minutes before I have to be out of here.” Wes moved his shirt tails out of the way and unzipped his pants. He pulled his half-hard cock out just as Michael slid his thumb deep inside her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” she mumbled as Wes pressed the head of his cock between her lips.
“Twenty minutes, Tabby Cat. So, you’re gonna have to work for it, since I just blew my load in that tight pussy of yours.”
She licked him from root to tip, sucking at the end. “No worries, Sir.” Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to the decadent position most people only dreamed about. She knew how amazing her life was and didn’t take it for granted.
Not for a second.
“I’ll even sweeten the deal,” Michael added. “You make him come and I’ll make you come. Can’t beat that.”
“But I want your cum, my husband. Badly,” she mumbled against Wes’ cock. She wasn’t above begging for what she needed.
“You’ll get it. Seems to me, two of your three holes will be full. Believe it will be up to me to take care of the third one.” He pulled his thumb free, then filled her ass with a finger. Two.
“Fuuccckkk,” she cursed as she licked a drop of pre-cum from Wes’ cock.
“It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it. I’d be happy to round out your holy trinity of filth tonight, my wife. It would be my honor to take care of you.”
A vow. Those words were an oath. A promise he’d made to her on their wedding day. They never failed to render her blissfully happy, and she purred along Wes’ shaft as he slid in again. Deeper. Stronger.
Her consciousness floated free as Michael fucked her pussy and fingered her ass, and she relaxed into his keeping.
Ung, ung, ung, was the sound she made as Wes grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed into the back of her throat.
She sucked on the head of his dick each time he withdrew. She knew what he liked. She knew what would get him off.
One thing sexy to her about new partners? Getting to discover what pushed their buttons.
And it was something altogether amazing to be with someone else multiple times, as she’d been with Wes. Learning more about what satisfied them. What harder edge they needed to get off more than once.
Tabitha closed her jaw the tiniest bit when Wes pulled out, knowing the scrape of her teeth along his shaft would push him closer to the edge.
“Fuck, those pointy teeth, Tabby Cat. Open your throat. I want in.” The words were forced out through a tight jaw and she knew how close he already was.
She relaxed her throat as much as she could, because he’d fuck it anyway. There had been times in the past when she’d struggled because it was hot and dirty to fight a bit. He’d always overpowered her and she liked that.
“Your pussy just sucked me back in. Like it when he fucks your throat, sexy?” Michael gathered more wetness around his cock. Wes’ cum and lube. That was what he spread around her ass and used to fuck her with.
Another man’s cum.
She shivered as Wes grabbed the back of her head and forced his way into her throat. Yes, she gagged. No, she knew he definitely didn’t mind.
“Jesus. I’m gonna come so hard. Put your hands on my balls, Tabby Cat.”
Shifting to get her arm out from beneath her, she sucked in a huge breath. As soon as her fingers brushed his sac he pushed back into her throat. As she rolled his balls in her hand, he fucked her face. She struggled to breathe and thrashed around beneath her husband and lover.
They held her in place, using her. Together, they had an easy hundred and fifty pounds of muscle on her. Others may have felt scared or vulnerable.
Not Tabitha.
On her knees before them, she’d never felt more powerful. Even as a tiny thread of fear weaved itself inside her mind.
She thought of her safe word and signal to use if she couldn’t speak. Not to actually use either of them to stop the scene. She simply thought of them to know she didn’t want to use them. Not with either of the men taking her.
Why would she stop something just because she was scared?
She trusted these men with her body, her mind. With all of her. If she didn’t trust them completely she’d never let them touch her. Michael wouldn’t let that happen, either. Ever.
So, she relished the moments where the rest of the world fell away and she could be who she was meant to be.
The submissive hot wife of an amazing man.
Michael pulled out of her and smacked her asshole with his cock.
The base nature of it turned her on. The way he pushed against her ass to get inside made her jerk. Hard.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Wes admonished when she tried to shift away. He wrapped her free arm around to her back and held it there with his other fist still in her hair as he fucked her mouth.
Michael lifted the leg she didn’t have the bulk of her weight on and pushed inside her ass. All the way. One. Long. Thrust.
She screamed around Wes’ cock but it came out as a stuttering gurgle.
“Fuck, yes. Right there. Get ready to swallow my cum, Tabby Cat. Here it comes. Fuck, fuck.” Wes paused in her mouth and she jerked so hard she dislodged Michael from her ass.
She inhaled as deeply as she could and swallowed as Wes filled her mouth. His cock spurted onto Tabitha’s tongue and the back of her throat, and she swallowed the amazing elixir down. As she basked in the wanton liquid, something slid across her clit. Once and again.
“Uhhhhhh.” She smiled as Wes pulled free, and she shivered all the way down to her toes.
Michael had changed position. His head was between her spread thighs and he had his tongue on her clit.
So. Fucking. Dirty.
The slide of his mouth along those sensitive lips nearly pulled the orgasm from her. Then he latched on to the top of her pussy. Sucking and tonging her clit, he pushed her over the edge. She had no choice but to come. She bucked against his face and flipped over, unable to stay upright any longer. Michael rolled with her, never losing the suction on the tight bundle of nerves as an orgasm ripped her apart.
Zaps of sensation shot along Tabitha’s nerves. The buzzing in her head was the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. Still jerking with orgasm, she was barely aware of Michael moving. He shoved her legs to her chest as he positioned his cock at the entrance to her sex. He pushed inside and they both groaned.
“Nothing is as good as fucking you, Tabby. Nothing.”
Several strokes later he pulled out and tucked his slick cock to the tight circle of her ass. “Let me in, baby. I need inside you. Have to come. Can’t wait any longer. Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve come in this ass. Take it. Give me what I need.”
Since she was so wet, he slipped back into her pussy, and they moaned again.
Tabitha dug her nails into his knees because that was all she could touch. She needed her mark on him as surely as he marked her. Some things went both ways in their relationship. Their connection was amazing.
Pulling out again, he gave her a second to process what he needed, then tucked the head o
f his cock to her already sore back hole.
She took a deep breath and consciously relaxed.
Didn’t take even a second for him to push inside.
Rough. Violent was what she was ready for. Prepared for.
Instead, he slowly claimed her ass.
And that was exactly what it was. A claiming.
He marked her as he took her. Possessed her as if he was branding her as his.
“Look at me,” he growled as he pushed her legs to the sides.
She snapped her gaze to his as if magnetized by his words.
The cords in his neck stood out as he strained against her. He kept the pace slow and devastating. Fucking her ass as if he could keep it up for hours. Days, even. And he could. They loved it. Together, they could do anything.
“Beg me,” he ground out as he buried his dick in her ass.
“Please, please, please. I need your cum. I can’t live without it. Please. I need it.” The words poured out of her as she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. “Please, my husband. Come in my ass. Fuck, I need it so bad. Please.”
The first shot of cum startled them both.
Michael jerked once and collapsed on top of her, barely catching himself on his elbows before crushing her.
Tabitha cried out as she came and wrapped her legs around his body. She needed him like that. Raw. So deep she didn’t know where he ended and she began.
His cum filled her ass for the next few thrusts and his head hit her shoulder. “Holy shit, Tabby. There is nothing that feels better than coming inside you. Nothing.” He gathered her close and held her, pulsing inside her ass. He always made sure the rest of his load made it inside her.
That moment between them? That reconnection? It was…everything.
Tears threatened, but she didn’t want to get emotional so she fought to keep it under control.
Tabitha blinked, and glanced up and around the room.
Wes was gone.
She smiled.
Great fuck. Great friend. He was there for the sex but didn’t stick around for the emotional stuff, which suited all of them just fine.
She kissed Michael’s shoulder and licked his throat.
Michael shifted, slipping free, and they both moaned. He flopped over onto his side and pulled her next to him with her head on his chest. “Gimme a few minutes, baby.” He yawned so hard his jaw cracked. “So tired. Gimme a few minutes and I’ll get you cleaned up.”
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