by Lily Harlem
He jerked it, masturbating wildly.
I did the same, rubbing and fretting my clit through my knickers. Pressure was building. I was so turned on. It wouldn’t take much to tip me into an orgasm.
“You okay?” Brent gasped. “Gabe?”
“Yeah…” Gabe said, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Yeah, I can handle it.”
“You want it all. All I got?”
“Yes, damn it.”
“Okay.”
Brent wrinkled his nose, his eyes narrowed then he drew his hips back so his cock was almost out.
“Brent…” Gabe said. “No…I…ah…”
Brent blasted in again. There was nothing gentle about it this time. It was hard and fast, driven by need and passion.
“Oh, God, that’s it…” Gabe cried. “Just there…fuck, give me more. That hit the spot.”
“You’re going to get it,” Brent said, withdrawing then forging in again. “Right where you need it.”
He set up a frantic pace. The bed creaked and shifted; the curtains at the posts shivered and shook.
Both men heaved and pushed, pressed onto each other and pulled away. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh competed with the pulse in my ears. The grunts and groans they were producing fueled my need to come.
I found the first step to my orgasm and flicked my clit harder.
Gabe was wanking furiously as Brent fucked him with fast, swooping moves of his hips.
My orgasm was there. So was Gabe’s.
A shot of cum left his cock.
“I’m coming,” he shouted. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Yes, come, fuck, I’ve…got…to…” Brent gasped. He tipped his head back and groaned.
It was a deep, primal sound that tipped my climax over the edge.
Small tremors ravished my pussy as my internal muscles spasmed. It was a short, sharp orgasm that raided my lungs of breath. I kept on staring at the two men throughout, watching as more cum released from Gabe, flooding his hand and splattering onto the bed.
My climax crested and instantly faded. I pushed my sundress to my knees and pressed my legs together, trapping the pulsing sensations.
“Jesus, that’s so fucking intense,” Brent said, releasing Gabe’s waist and sliding his hands up his back. He curled them over Gabe’s shoulders and jammed him even harder onto his cock.
“Oh, God, yeah, fucking hell…” Gabe groaned, finally releasing his cock and slumping onto the bed.
Brent followed him down and lay over him, his dick still buried deep.
Both were breathless and their skin sleek with sweat.
Brent’s weight on me would have been suffocating but it didn’t seem to bother Gabe and he reached for Brent’s hand and squeezed it tight.
“Was that what you wanted?” Brent asked, placing a kiss over Gabe’s ear.
“Yes. Yes, everything and more.”
Chapter Thirteen
Eventually Brent withdrew from Gabe’s ass.
Gabe stayed on his belly in a post-coital slumber and as Brent disposed of the condom in the bathroom, I slipped onto the bed next to him.
“Hey,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“Hales,” he said sleepily.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Yes, hot.”
“Well you’re naked and the window is open.”
“I know. Still hot.” He gave a lazy smile and opened his eyes.
I heard water running in the bathroom.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“Couldn’t you tell?” His eyes sparkled. “It was fucking awesome. How did it look?”
“Pretty damn sexy from where I was sitting.”
Gabe smiled and shut his eyes again.
The water turned off and Brent came back into the room. He reached for his boxers and put them on. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said, looking down at us.
“No,” I said quietly. “Please, stay with us.”
His eyebrows raised a little. “Really?”
“Yes, don’t fuck and run.”
“I’ve haven’t got the energy for running anywhere after that.” He smiled and climbed onto the bed on the other side of Gabe.
I was glad he’d stayed. It would have been strange for him to just go. He was part of this. The reason why my husband looked like the cat who’d got the cream.
He ran his hand down Gabe’s warm back and slid his fingers into the crack of his ass. “You sore, Gabe?”
“No,” Gabe murmured. “It just feels like something inside me, that’s needed attention and stimulation, has finally had what it craves.” He sighed. “I feel utterly satisfied and it’s all because of you two.”
I stroked his hair. “Rest, Gabe. You look exhausted.”
“I am but happy with it.”
I put my head on the pillow next to him. Brent rested too and before long the sound of Gabe’s steady breathing told me he was asleep.
My body melted into the mattress and I let the emotional rollercoaster we’d been on turn into fatigue.
The act had been done with great success. The fantasy fulfilled, for all of us.
* * * *
When I woke I was between both men.
Brent had his face close to mine. I could feel his rhythmic breathing, and his chest was rising and falling, just brushing my arm.
Reaching behind myself, I slid my hand over Gabe’s belly then lower. He had his boxers on so I guessed he’d been up to use the bathroom then fallen back asleep.
“Gabe,” I whispered.
“Mmm…”
“Are you asleep?”
“No, just dozing.”
“I’m thirsty.”
“Me too. Shall we go get a drink?”
“What about Brent?”
“Is he asleep?” Gabe raised his head and looked over me.
“Yes, out for the count,” I whispered.
“Let’s leave him to rest,” Gabe said. “Get up gently.”
Gabe moved to the edge of the bed then held out his hand to assist me up.
I carefully eased away from Brent and stood.
He hadn’t stirred and appeared to be in a deep sleep.
Without speaking, Gabe and I slipped from the bedroom and headed down the stairs. Once in the kitchen, I saw that it was six o’clock. We must have all snoozed together for a few hours. It had been the perfect end to the seduction.
Gabe filled two tumblers with water. He grabbed his shades from the counter then we went outside. The sun was bright and warm and in the distance a boat meandered along the river.
“Let’s sit by the pool,” I said, pointing to a row of four sun loungers. They were made of dark wood and topped with thick cream cushions.
Gabe dropped his shades over his eyes and led the way.
The absolute silence of the garden was such a treat. Living where we did there was rarely a moment without noise of some description. Here, in the grounds of Hardon Manor, it was so hot that it seemed even the birds couldn’t be bothered to sing. The trees were motionless, not a rustle from their leaves, and the river was too far away for any voices to carry.
“This is so tranquil,” I said.
“Yes, we’re very lucky. People pay good money to come to places like this and escape the rat race for the weekend.” He brushed a leaf from one of the cushions. “Here, you have this one.”
“Thanks.” I sat, kicked off my sandals and swung my legs up. I was facing the pool and behind that the house. If memory served me right the window on the corner was our room. The curtains were still half drawn.
Gabe sat on the edge of the lounger next to mine, leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He wore only boxers but it didn’t exactly matter here.
A slow smile spread on his face.
“What?” I asked, squinting at him.
“Tell me,” he said, “what it was like for you.”
“What do you mean?”
He huffed. “Don’t play coy, you know
exactly what I mean.”
I took a long drink of water then set my glass on the floor. “Oh, you mean what it was like to see you getting fucked senseless by a man?”
“Well, I don’t know about senseless—”
“You seemed pretty lost in the moment.”
His smile dropped. “Is that a problem for you?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Of course not. There would have been something wrong if you hadn’t been lost in the moment.”
“It was intense,” he said, “different from making love to you. It was raw, harder, like I was with…”
“What? Like you were with what?”
“An equal, I guess. Not that we’re not equal, I just I feel that I can’t let go with you. I’m bigger, stronger, I’d be afraid of hurting you physically.”
“Gabe, sometimes we fuck and it’s slow and sweet, other times we go for it against the wall or on the floor, you’ve never hurt me.”
“That’s because I make sure I don’t.”
“Okay. Well, I appreciate that.” I paused. “But you were the bottom there. It was Brent who was in control.”
“I know.” He shrugged. “Maybe it doesn’t make sense then. But that was how I felt.”
We were quiet for a moment and memories of them fucking slid through my mind.
“It was seriously erotic to see him penetrate you,” I said.
Gabe looked me in the eye. “You saw everything?”
“Yes, everything.”
He swallowed and nodded.
“And when his cock went to full depth, damn, Gabe, your face, the way your body took him.” I hesitated.
“Go on, Hayley, how did that make you feel?”
“So turned on. I…I masturbated watching you. That’s how turned on I was.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Damn, I wish I’d had the sanity of mind to watch. I love seeing you touch yourself.”
“It wasn’t much, just through my knickers, you know.”
He licked his lips and lifted the base of my sundress, exposed my knickers and slid his fingers up my thigh. “And did you come?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“A big, satisfying orgasm or just a squeak.”
“Enough.”
“That means it was a little one.” He rubbed his fingers over the gusset of my knickers, dipping into the line between my labia. “And I think you deserve more.”
“I’m not going to argue with that,” I said, tensing my stomach.
He slipped to his knees and removed his shades, rested them on his lounger.
“Take these off,” he said, fiddling with the waistband of my knickers.
“What? Here?”
“Yes, here, it’s our own private paradise.” He pulled harder and I lifted my hips so he could remove my underwear completely.
Once my knickers were off my feet, he tossed them aside and climbed onto the lounger.
I spread my thighs, allowing him to snuggle between them.
“I may be some time,” he said, reaching for the hem of my sundress. “It seems my wife is in need of some serious satisfying.”
“Gabe,” I giggled.
“Lie back and think of England,” he said, pulling my dress over his head and burying himself. He ran his hands up my legs, knees to inner thighs.
I rested my hands on the cotton now covering his head and twitched my hips to meet him. “Mmm…” I moaned as he stroked his tongue over my outer folds. “Give me more.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he slipped one finger into my pussy and stroked over my sensitive inner walls.
I rested my head back and stared at the sky.
The sensation of his tongue on my clitoris was blissful. He was just caressing it, lovingly fondling and setting me up for more.
Two planes had crossed, creating a great white kiss-shape in the sky, slicing through the dense blue. I wondered about the people on the planes, thought how lucky I was to be on the ground being worshipped by the most wonderful man I’d ever met.
“Oh, Gabe, yes, like that,” I said on a sigh.
He added another finger to my pussy and the filling sensation instantly upped the need in me.
I tensed my abdomen, let one foot fall to the floor and arched my spine.
He increased the pressure on my clit, using the flat of his tongue to roll and flick it just the way he knew I liked.
“Ah, yeah,” I said, closing my eyes to the blinding light. I was greeted with red hot streaks behind my eyelids. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
His breaths were hot on my clit and inner thighs. I could hear him breathing and feel the waft of my sundress as his arm moved, working his fingers in and out of my pussy. Fucking me with them, catching my G-spot just right.
“Jesus,” I moaned, “don’t stop.”
Damn, we were so decadent, so hedonistic, doing this outside, in the open air. All week we were respected and upstanding yet get to the weekend and it seemed anything went.
That thought tipped me over the edge. The scandal if we were seen by our clients, our firms.
I clutched my breath deep in my lungs, thrust my pelvis at Gabe’s face and let my orgasm steal my senses.
The explosion Gabe created in me was intense and spread to all of my limbs and buzzed around my head. I clenched around his penetrating fingers and gasped out my breath, opened my eyes and stared straight ahead, toward the house.
At the window of our guest room stood a barely dressed figure—Brent. He was staring down at us. Watching us.
I kept my gaze locked on him as my climax pumped through my veins. There was little else I could do, but as it happened, him staring just seemed to prolong the delicious moment of ecstasy and my pussy clenched all the tighter; the release of pleasure held an extra dose of satisfaction.
“Ah, yeah…” I cried. “Please, Gabe, that’s it.” I pushed at his head as the stimulation on my exposed, aroused clit become too much. I tore my gaze from Brent.
Gabe lifted the dress from his head. He looked up at me; his face was flushed and his lips and chin wet.
“Was that a decent one?” he asked.
“Hell yeah,” I panted. “Come here and kiss me.”
He crawled up me and claimed my mouth, feeding me my own flavor.
I locked my arms around his neck and held him close. He was all I needed. Gabe was my everything.
So why did I feel worried about Brent now? Like we’d left him out somehow on his weekend with Gabe?
* * * *
Eventually, Gabe and I wandered back into the house. The sun had gone behind a string of fat-bellied gray clouds and the air had changed, become heavier. I’d guess a storm was brewing in the distance.
I hadn’t told Gabe I’d seen Brent watching us. I didn’t know why, I usually told him everything. Perhaps I wanted that moment between Brent and me? Maybe I wondered if Brent would tell Gabe that he’d seen us? I wasn’t really sure why I’d kept it a secret.
It could be because I wanted to work through why seeing him had heightened my arousal at the pinnacle of my orgasm.
Did I fancy Brent too?
I linked my hand with Gabe’s as we walked up the steps. In the distance, a rumble of thunder rolled toward us.
“Storm’s coming,” Gabe said.
“Yes, it will do the gardens good, though. It hasn’t rained for weeks.”
“Yes. Are you hungry?” Gabe asked.
“I am now. I wonder what we’re doing for dinner.” As I’d spoken a wonderful creamy aroma laced with tarragon flitted toward me from the open kitchen door.
“Mmm, I suppose Brent is cooking for us again,” Gabe said.
We wandered in, me a step behind Gabe.
“Hi,” Brent said, wiping his hands on a tea towel. He was dressed again and looking his usual immaculate self. “I guessed everyone would be starving. It’s been a…busy afternoon.”
“That’s exactly what we just said.” Gabe grinned and walked up to Gabe. He hesitated, briefly,
then wiped at a smear of white—cream, I reckoned—from Brent’s right cheek.
“What’s that?” Brent asked, smiling at Gabe.
“Dunno, something you’re cooking with.” Gabe popped his finger in his mouth and sucked the cream off.
It was such an intimate gesture that it stopped me in my tracks. They’d fucked, sure, but that had changed how they were together. Like the tension had dissipated, the need had been sated and the mystery had been solved.
That was something I hadn’t been expecting.
“Hayley,” Brent said, turning to me. “Have fun by the pool?” He raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Yes, lots thank you.” I gave him a cheeky smile.
There was no hostility there. He’d watched. I knew he had. But hey, I’d seen him in action. Damn fine action too.
“Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t like you to feel left out of the fun.”
“Oh, she’s not left out, don’t worry about that,” Gabe said, hugging me. “I see to her every need, in every department, don’t I, baby?”
“You certainly do,” I said, still looking at Brent.
He was studying me closely. I had no idea what he was thinking. Did he want to satisfy some of my needs? Had he wanted to be Gabe—beneath my dress, supping on my pussy?
No. That wasn’t the case. He wanted my husband, not me.
“Wine?” Brent asked suddenly and shaking his head, as though removing thoughts. “Sorry, I meant to get it out ready for you.” He moved to the fridge and withdrew a bottle of chardonnay. “This should be okay, it’s an award-winning year.”
“I’m sure it will be lovely,” I said. “Would you like me to do anything?”
“Just sit there and look pretty,” he said winking.
I laughed and took a seat at the island. It was the same remark he’d made before when I’d tried to help.
We dined on salmon in a white wine and tarragon sauce on a bed of wild rice and supped chilled chardonnay.
“That was lovely,” I said when I’d finished.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Brent said, turning on a light; the darkening sky had filled the room with shadows.
“Where did you learn to prepare such fabulous meals?” I asked.
“My mother, she was an amazing cook and very happy to share what she knew.”