by Vivian Ward
“No, I think your confidence is going to get the best of you,” she retorts with a bit of a snicker.
“Ahh, a woman with an attitude. I love it,” he pours us all a drink. “Give it your best shot,” he says as he begins to shuffle the cards.
“Dare me?” she asks.
“I double dog dare you,” he winks at her. “If I remember correctly from grade school: once someone double dog dares you, there’s no turning back.”
The way he says it makes the three of us laugh.
“Consider it a done deal,” she tips her glass and polishes off the rest of her alcohol.
Chapter 18
Logan
She’s lost the last two hands, and she should have won them. Between the three of us, I’m already pushed out of the game and am sitting in my boxers watching my fiancée slowly lose her clothes.
I guess when Ford wants to play for real, he can. But it doesn’t make any sense. Piper is so damn good at cards, and she knows when to, or not to, bet.
Sitting back, I watch the two of them go back and forth, calling, raising, and betting. It’s an intense game.
Ford has had to remove his tie and shirt. She’s had to remove her stockings and bra, allowing her breasts to lazily sway beneath the thin fabric of her dress each time she shifts in her chair. That’s one of the unfortunate pitfalls of her playing this crazy game; she has on far fewer clothes as it is.
But it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life.
I don’t know what it is about watching her play and make these heated decisions while removing her bra or one stocking at a time, but it has got the blood rushing from one head to the other.
For the last half an hour, I’ve been trying to hide the bulge in my boxers by pushing my cock down between my legs and squeezing my thighs shut, but I feel like I’m about to get blue balls.
It’s driving me wild, and all I can think about is how good it would feel if I were inside of her.
“Are you sure you want to raise?” Ford asks, arching his eyebrow.
I don’t know why but I get the feeling that he’s cheating somehow. If he is, I don’t know how he’s doing it because he’s only wearing his black slacks; he has nowhere to hide any cards, but he’s got to be doing something.
She looks down at the cards in her hand and carefully thinks about her next move. I can tell that she wants to bet him, but she’s down to only her dress. After that, all that will be left is her G-string.
“Hmmm,” she says, contemplating what she wants to do.
Piper looks to me for guidance, but I’m not the one to ask since I was the first one out and I’m watching the two of them play with a stifled erection that my boxers can barely contain.
Shrugging my shoulders, I raise my hands in the air. It’s her call.
A devilish grin spreads across Ford’s face. It’s so obvious that he can’t wait for her to lose the dress. The bad thing is I can’t even say that I blame him. I want it off of her just as bad. With the amount of booze that we’ve had and as horny as I’ve been all night, I can’t take it much longer.
“Yep,” she finally answers. “I’ll raise you.”
Ford’s grin becomes a beaming smile, and he shows his hand; a pocket pair of queens.
An ‘oh shit’ look spreads across Piper’s face as she tries to catch a pair of aces on the river and loses.
“Well, shit,” she whispers.
Like a kid in a candy shop, Ford impatiently waits to watch her remove her dress. He’s even rubbing his hands together in anticipation, which I find a little unsettling but I can’t lie, the anticipation is killing me too.
Piper stands up, pushing her chair back and reaches behind her back, brushing her long cascading locks away so she can access the zipper to remove her dress.
I gasp for air, not realizing I’d been holding my breath as the sound of the zipper fills the void in silence in the room.
The two of us watch her in all her glory as she slips the straps off of her shoulders and lets her dress float to the floor.
Her nipples instantly harden and break out in goosebumps as they’re exposed to the chilled air conditioning. Sucking in a deep breath, she pulls her long hair over her breasts in an attempt to conceal herself.
“You’re a lucky bastard, Logan. She’s got a spectacular body,” Ford says.
I nod in agreement, unable to say much.
“Thanks, I know,” I mumble.
He gets up and walks around the table, stopping behind Piper’s chair and places his hands on her shoulders. Surprisingly, she doesn’t flinch or move a muscle when his hands land on her skin. A faint smile pulls at the corner of her lips as she looks up at me, then turns her attention to him.
“There’s one way to make this a bit more interesting,” he pauses as he massages her shoulders. “And ensure that you, Logan, make partner at Ford and Associates.”
He doesn’t have to say another word. I know from the hungry look in his eyes exactly what’s coming next. It’s the same look that I’m sure I get right before I worship her body.
Ford wants my fiancée.
She sheepishly turns away from me for a second before making eye contact. No words need to be spoken. It’s written across her face; she wants it.
Badly.
And as much as I should be angry or want to get up to knock the hell out of Ford, I can’t. Not because I’m not angry or jealous because I’m both of those things, but I’m also incredibly turned on.
The chemistry in the room is supercharged, and you can practically smell her pussy. Its light musk scent is floating through the air, lingering at my nostrils. It’s begging to be fucked, and my cock is aching for release.
Ford can probably smell it, too. For a second, I laugh at the thought that he knows what my girl’s pussy smells like because it’s that obvious how bad she wants him.
My cock is throbbing, and I don’t notice until I look down at my erection but pre-cum is pooling at the tip, soaking my boxers.
“And what’s that?” Piper asks in her most innocent voice.
“You. Me. Logan. In the hot tub. Why don’t we take things outside to discuss how we can all benefit from this situation.”
Piper smiles as she looks over at me and shrugs her shoulders.
“I’m sure something can be arranged,” she comments.
Ford sweeps her hair away from her breasts, exposing them for his viewing pleasure.
“Good,” he leans down and plants a soft kiss on her neck.
The way her body reacts to him is insane. Her nipples instantly turn into hardened pebbles as she sits up straight in her chair. Her body’s response to his touch is instant.
It kind of worries me for a second until we lock eyes and she blows me a kiss.
“Let me dismiss the help, and then we’ll take things a bit more private,” he says, tossing his white dress shirt on and buttoning it as he exits the room.
“Piper, you don’t have to do any of this,” I blurt out the second he’s out of the room. “Me making partner isn’t worth wrecking what we have.”
She laughs as she gets up and begins to make her way over to me.
“Relax, babe. I’m not going to do anything I’m uncomfortable with,” she sits on my lap.
Her eyes grow wide with excitement.
“Oh, someone seems aroused by all of this,” she says as she feels my stiff cock.
Hanging my head in shame and embarrassment, I don’t know how to respond to her. She shouldn’t know that I’m enjoying every bit of this, but she does. The evidence is poking her right in the leg, and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it or make it go away.
“I’m sorry. You probably think I’m a disgusting pig,” I say to her. “It’s not like that. It’s just that you turn me on so much.”
I reach up and stroke her hair as I wrap my arm around her waist. She’s so damn pretty.
“The thought of you—the idea of watching you getting fucked is so hot.”
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br /> The mere mention of watching her getting fucked by another guy makes my cock jerk, and it involuntarily moves against her outer thigh.
Running her hand through my hair, she smiles and kisses my earlobe before flicking it with her tongue. It sends chills down my spine.
“Well, it’s no secret that that man has some sort of hold on me. I’m more than willing to take one for the team,” she crinkles her nose and grins at me. “Let me do this for you—for us. For myself,” she says, turning her head away from me.
I think back to the night that she went out with her girls at the bachelorette party when she wore that skimpy white dress and how hard I got thinking about her going out in it. How I even jacked off thinking about her sucking dick from one—or all—of the male strippers.
I don’t want her to be ashamed of her sexuality, or for wanting more than just me. It’s only for one night, and it’s only this one time.
The worst part about it is that it’s a week before we get married. Next Saturday, we’ll be surrounded by friends and family with music, flowers, food, and cake. It’s just hard for my mind to process all of this at one time.
I have the prettiest bride-to-be with a job on Easy Street dangling before me, and my managing partner wants to fuck this beautiful woman who is about to become mine for life, one week before we tie the knot.
“The help is gone,” Ford says after he cracks the door. “I’ll get us some towels. Come on out when you’re ready.”
Chapter 19
Piper
Maybe a big part of me is being selfish by wanting to do this with Oliver, but damn if he isn’t hot.
In one week, I’ll be a married woman. Completely off the market with no other chances of ever doing something like this again.
Perhaps it’s the daddy complex that I have. Always being pampered by my father and my three older brothers. I’ll never admit this to Logan, but I know that Oliver was cheating his ass off at cards to get me to take off more clothes than he was.
I’ve been playing far too long and know a cheater when I see one. To the average person, they might not have seen that he was slipping cards and holding them under the felt card mat, but I saw every single move that he made. My brothers taught me how to spot things like that, so I’m not new to cheating.
Plenty of people tried to cheat their way through cards when I played in college, but I always busted them. However, Oliver is a different story because of who he is and the fact that he’s so irresistible.
I let him cheat.
I let him win.
I’ve never in my life seen a man as handsome as Olly at his age. He’s like a well-aged God. If Logan is half as attractive at his age, I will be in heaven, but I have a feeling that I don’t ever have anything to worry about.
Logan is my tall knight in shining armor with perfectly styled hair and gorgeous eyes. He takes care of himself and works out regularly, lifts weights and tries to eat healthy.
What’s more important is how much I love him. He truly is my soul mate. The two of us belong together, and no man or any problem could ever separate us.
When I went out to my bachelorette party, he must have texted me a dozen times. And sure, he gave me some shit about getting it on with the strippers but I’d never do anything like that, and he knows it.
The thing is, I know for a fact that it turned him on to know that I was dressed like a total slut and that I could have cheated but never did. I’m not like that. My heart belongs to only him.
I think that’s what makes things so hot with Olly. To know that Logan is here and watching, and present to witness it all makes it hot as hell.
I’ve always wanted to do a threesome but have never had the opportunity. Tonight, that opportunity is here, and I don’t want to let it pass by.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Logan asks.
I grab fistfuls of his hair and kiss him as though our lives depend on it. This man means everything to me, but for one night, I want to have fun, and I want to help him out.
“I’m positive. The only thing that would stop me is if you said that you didn’t want me to do it.”
Instead of saying no, I feel his cock jerk against my thigh before he kisses me and grabs my ass.
“You know, this is a bad idea,” he says as he breaks our kiss. “But I like bad ideas.”
“Let’s go. We don’t want to keep him waiting on us,” I suggest as I get off of his lap and lead us out to the hot tub.
There’s nothing sexier than knowing that your man is behind you on your way out to the hot tub where another naked man is waiting for you. He’s got my back in all of this, and that means more to me than anything else in the entire world.
“This is nice, Olly,” I say as I lower myself into the hot tub.
The warm bubbles are soothing as they run over my body and the warmth surrounds me.
“It’s my pleasure,” he says, handing each of us a champagne flute. “Let’s have a toast.”
He holds his glass up, so we all follow suit and are prepared to make a toast.
“To young love and a great couple.”
The three of us clink glasses and drink to his toast. After we finish our champagne, the three of us place our glasses on the ledge just outside of the hot tub.
Oliver scoots closer to me and puts his arm around me, and I lean into him, allowing our skin to touch. This is when Logan puts his hand on my thigh, gripping onto my body while it’s still only his.
“So,” Olly says, drifting closer to me.
Our faces are barely inches apart when I close my eyes and wait for his kiss. I’m eager to kiss him and get things started, yet I’m anxious to get everything over with. It’s a bittersweet moment.
“Did you have fun this evening?” he asks.
I nod and lean in closer to him, half closing my eyes as he begins to kiss me.
His lips feel so foreign on mine, yet I want them there. The rough texture of his lips feels so different against mine; the complete opposite of Logan’s.
As we continue kissing, Logan’s hands wander up my body until he reaches my breasts and he begins rolling my nipple between his fingers while he kisses my neck.
With Olly kissing me and Logan grabbing my breasts, Oliver’s hand reaches between my legs and parts my thighs, giving him access to me.
Whimpering, I bite my lip when he stops kissing me and pushes his fingers deep inside me. The feeling of him curling them inside me, pressing them against my G-spot sends my legs into spasms as I come undone with the touch of his fingertips.
As soon as Oliver’s lips leave mine, Logan replaces the kiss with his own lips as his managing partner continues to finger me beneath the hot, bubbling water.
With the two of them working with each other against me, my senses quickly become overwhelmed. Olly’s fingers are working double time, going farther and farther inside of me and I can feel myself getting closer.
The combination of their rich colognes mix with the smell of chlorine from the hot tub, and it brings me back to reality that they’re working together to please me, to make me come.
Grabbing Logan’s hair, I pull him into me, longing to feel his lips planted firmly against mine as Oliver’s fingers occupy my tight space, bringing me closer to the edge.
Feeling each of their stiff cocks pressing against me, I know that they’re both aching to be released much like I am.
I break my kiss with Logan and suck in a deep breath of air, willing my body not to come.
“Oh, we’ve got a fighter, huh?” Oliver purrs in my ear.
He’s very good at manipulating my body, and the two of them can tell that I’m completely turned on.
“I need you inside of me,” I say to both of them as I lean my head back against the edge of the hot tub.
Logan knows exactly what to do, and I’ve never been more grateful for our amazing sex life and the fact that he knows my body so well.
Letting go of me, I’m free to move about as Oliver relu
ctantly slides his fingers out of me. I use this as my opportunity to mount Oliver as I climb on top of him, facing him as the two of us begin a deep, passionate kiss.
I’ve never felt so wanted by two men in my entire life.
Lowering myself onto him, I allow him to slowly enter me and take his thick cock one inch at a time until he’s completely inside of me.
“Fuck,” he hisses as soon as my hips grind his pubis.
Even I can’t believe that he’s all the way inside of me. He’s a good eight to nine inches, and slightly larger than Logan who I sometimes have trouble taking.
I’ve heard of stories where women had very low thresholds as far as how much of a cock they could take until their senses were extremely heightened. I always thought it was bullshit but now that I’m here—in this situation—I see how it’s completely possible.
I begin slowly riding him, testing my limits until I can’t hold back any longer. I’m surprised Olly’s giving me anytime to get used to his size, but it doesn’t take long until he grabs my hips and begins thrusting himself into me, deeper and harder with each movement.
From the corner of my eye, I glance over at my fiancé and watch his face as he watches me ride his managing partner. We remain in complete eye contact with every whimper and plead that escapes my lips.
For the most part, he just strokes himself as he watches Oliver take me and have his way with my body—something that we all seem to be enjoying. But Logan isn’t a bystander for very long.
He soon approaches me from behind with his cock in his hand when he and Oliver nod at each other, communicating an unspoken language between the two of them.
Oliver slows his movements beneath me, allowing himself to be still inside of me. It’s only at this moment that I feel Logan spreading my cheeks apart, lining himself up with my ass.
My eyes grow wide in fear as I’ve never had anal sex.
I’ve read so many magazines where they’ve featured dozens of articles about how painful it is and ways to help ease the pain so that you and your partner can enjoy it, but right now I don’t have a way to prepare.