I jumped up. “Give it a day or two. Wait until things cool down.”
“Whatever you want, babe, I shall give it to you...” he thrust his crotch out, “...in abundance.”
I scowled at him, Tom grinning in response. I hoped that wasn’t the reason why he wanted to take me to Kawau Island: for sex. But his dad would be there, so it should be fine.
“Okay,” I said. “If my parents let me go, it’s a deal.”
He grinned wider. “You won’t regret it.”
10
PRESENT
I didn’t know if I wanted to have a threesome. I may have had sex countless times with Tom, but right now I felt like a virgin, who wanted to cling onto her innocence with both hands and scream at the men to go away.
Tom sat on the bed along with Eric, both of them looking up at me expectantly, one appearing slightly worried: Tom, the other with a half-smile: Eric.
Tom held out a hand for me to take, and I did, treating it like a lifeline, an anchor to pull me out of drowning under all my scared emotions. He tugged me on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him for dear life, the security that I felt in his embrace more than needed.
A hand much smoother than Tom’s touched my back. I knew it was Eric’s as his fingers ran down my spine, sending chills racing back up it. My brain began battling with my body, fear against arousal, the latter pushing me to not complain. Eric continued running his fingers over my back, lighting me up even more.
His hand lowered to my arse, creeping under my dress. He ran a finger between my cheeks while Tom rubbed his crotch against my front as he continued to kiss me. Eric delved lower, pushing a finger inside of my pussy, making me inhale sharply into Tom’s kiss. Even though it wasn’t a cock, the penetration was shocking. I shoved Tom onto his back so I could escape it, sliding Eric’s finger out of me. Wanting to only concentrate on my husband, I reached down and unzipped his pants. I moved down him and pulled out his cock, latching onto it with my mouth, desperate for something to distract me from Eric.
The sound of a zipper caught my attention. I glanced to my right. Eric was pulling out his hard cock, his eyes asking me to suck it.
“Not without a condom,” I blurted out, my nerves again taking centre stage. A second later, I wished I hadn’t spoken as Eric pushed up and went over to the condom stash.
Fuck! I’d basically told him I’d give him a blowjob.
He removed a condom and returned. I refocused on Tom’s cock, trying not to watch Eric rolling on the rubber. Then I felt his hand on my back again. I glanced at him. He was looking at me with expectation. I continued to suck Tom, but kept my eyes on Eric as he shifted over and lay down next to Tom. He took a hold of his cock, holding it up for me as though it was something I should worship and not fear.
Feeling like I was in too deep, I removed my mouth from Tom’s cock and lowered it over Eric’s. All worry flew out of my head as the condom hit my taste buds, my mind now caught up with another problem. I silently cursed myself, because it had spermicide on it, the taste acrid. But I couldn’t stop, especially since I’d already offered to suck Eric’s cock, and there was no way I was going to do it without a rubber. All the diseases I could possibly get ran through my mind, especially after seeing him with those two women earlier.
He groaned as I sucked up and down his hard shaft, his pleasure not mine. My taste buds screamed at me to stop, but I continued, my mouth working on automatic. After about a minute, I finally pulled away from him, unable to handle the taste anymore. I moved my mouth back over Tom’s cock and sucked on it greedily, relieved to be tasting his silky, smooth skin rather than the spermicide from Eric’s condom.
Tom started undoing his shirt, then slipped it off, his lovely stomach coming into view. He pushed at his pants, indicating he wanted to take them off. I let go of his cock and pulled them down his muscular legs, removing them along with his underwear, my man now fully naked.
Movement caught my eye, drawing my attention to Eric, who was shirtless and soon to be pantless too. He kicked off his pants, his body making my pussy clench, both of the men having divine, yet different physiques. I pushed to my feet and slipped off my dress, then undid my bra, my heart pounding harder than the techno music. I dropped the bra to the side, now just as naked as the men.
I moved back between Tom’s legs and start sucking him again, Tom moaning in response. I focused on my husband’s face, his expression so damn hot. He had his eyes closed and those gorgeous lips of his parted, only concentrating on what he was receiving, rather than who else was in the room.
Eric shifted behind me. I breathed in sharply as his hand went between my legs. He began rubbing my clit, then he pushed a finger inside of me, a second one joining it a moment later. My pussy responded eagerly, getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.
I breathed out as he removed his fingers, both in relief and disappointment, the man creating conflicting emotions within me. I returned to sucking on Tom’s cock fervently, then stilled as Eric leaned over me. He plastered his front against my back, his body setting me alight. Warm air brushed my ear, his smooth voice following a second later. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, the word fuck sounding sexy as hell with his British accent.
I removed my mouth from Tom’s cock and turned my head to Eric, answering with a “Yes,” the word barely audible. He smiled, telling me he’d heard. The next second I felt his cock prod at my entrance, instantly sending my mouth back over Tom’s cock, using it as a distraction from what Eric was doing. Then it all went out the window as Eric pushed inside of me, making me stiffen, the shock freezing me in place. Eric placed his hands on my hips and started moving in and out of me, making me yell out at the pleasure, my body made to be taken from behind. Tom opened his eyes and looked up at me as I continued to make loud noises.
“Is she alright?” Eric asked, causing my face to heat.
“Yeah, she’s enjoying it.” Tom ran a hand down my cheek, capturing my full attention. “I love you,” he mouthed, a small crease between his eyes appearing, the concern there only for me.
“I love you too,” I mouthed back, making the crease disappear.
Eric continued to fuck me from behind, his moans and grunts now filling the room. Still stunned over what was happening, I bent my head to take Tom’s cock back inside my mouth. As I sucked on it, my mind became a blur, washing away all thought, my body solely running on a sexual high. The sound of bodies slapping filled my ears while the taste of cock filled my mouth, and a hard, pounding shaft fucked my pussy, as though I was Eric’s own personal fuck-toy, made for his pleasure. Eric reached around and started playing with my clit, winding me up even more, the pressure becoming so intense that I wanted to explode right then and there, but fear held me back, tethering me so I couldn’t find release.
Eric stopped playing with my clit and picked up his movements, his cock pushing inside of me harder, making my pussy clench around it. Tom started thrusting his cock up, hitting the back of my throat, his actions telling me he was close to coming, surprising me, since he’d already orgasmed twice tonight.
“I’m going to come,” he said, confirming my thoughts.
I removed his cock from my mouth and started jerking him off. Tom writhed on the bed in response, the sight intoxicating. Eric pulled out of me as Tom came over himself, his sperm drawing a line across his chest and abs. He let out a shuddering breath, then went still, his eyes half-closing.
A towel was thrust in front of me. I took it off Eric with a “Thanks” and wiped up Tom’s stomach and chest. Tom took the towel off me and pushed to his feet.
“Can I take you from the front?” Eric asked.
I glanced at Tom to see if it was alright. He nodded and sat down on the chair behind us, basically telling me he would accept whatever I wanted. His words ran through my mind: ‘This is for you even more so than me.’
I looked back at Eric and said, “Yes,” getting rewarded with a lovely smile, almost as though I’d
given him something he’d always wanted. I lay back on the bed as he moved forward, positioning himself between my legs. He grabbed them and pulled me closer, placing his cock at my entrance. Then with a half-cast look, he pushed inside of me, making me gasp, the frontal penetration overwhelming.
As his cock thrust in and out of my pussy, I stared up at his face, stunned that I was allowing this to happen. I’d only been with Tom, I’d ONLY been with Tom... which made what was happening even more surreal. The uncomfortable feeling of cheating returned. But I wasn’t cheating, Tom had given me permission. He was only a few feet away, waiting for us to finish, watching another man take his wife. That last thought made my stomach flutter, my fear returning tenfold.
Eric stilled in me and lifted one of my feet to his face, rubbing it against his cheek. I continued to stare, dumbstruck by what he was doing. Feet were dirty, and, oh, God, the man was now sucking on my big toe, sending me into a WTF zone. I didn’t know what to think, whether it was sexy or just plain weird, but DAMN, he looked so good doing it, the man certainly an eyeful.
He let go of my toe and lowered his head to flick my nipple with his tongue. He resumed fucking me, but with long, slow strokes, drawing my pleasure out, although my nerves weren’t allowing me to fully appreciate it. Regardless of whether he was turning me on, my body and mind were still battling each other, constantly sending mixed messages.
Eric moved his mouth to my lips and gave me a soft kiss, then pulled back and started penetrating me faster, his beautiful body firing mine up. He smiled down at me, looking so good, his black hair with the grey flecks now messy. It made him appear younger and even sexier, but my mind was only half on him. I glanced over at Tom, who was staring at the floor, making my heart sink. Was it upsetting him or maybe he just didn’t want to watch? Although I wasn’t typically jealous, I didn’t think I could watch him fuck someone else either.
Eric leaned down and kissed me again, thankfully distracting me from Tom. He pulled his cock out almost to the tip, then slammed it back inside of my body. He continued doing that, each time a little faster and harder until he was ploughing into me, his eyes blazing, his breath coming out in pants, his muscles tensing. A few seconds later, he went still. He closed his eyes, arching his lovely neck back as his cock pulsated inside of me, the groan rumbling in his throat pure sex.
Once he was finished, he pulled out. I hadn’t come, both fear and guilt holding me back. He pushed up and removed his condom, putting it into the rubbish basket.
Tom got off the chair and came over to me. His expression was blank while his eyes were conflicted, making me worry that he was upset. But instead of acting on it, he handed me a towel and picked up my clothes. I wrapped the towel around myself and followed Eric out of the room. Tom’s bare feet padded behind us as we headed for the shower.
Eric entered the bathroom. Tom grabbed my arm before I could follow him in and pushed me up against the wall, his eyes worried. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t like the taste in my mouth.” I stuck my tongue out, the spermicide still lingering.
He frowned. “What taste?”
“The spermicide on Eric’s condom, it’s making me feel a bit sick.”
“I’ll get you something with milk in it after we leave.” He ran a hand up and down my arm. “But, are you alright with what happened?”
“I don’t know; it was strange. What about you? Are you alright?”
“Just as long as you’re fine.”
I nodded, although it was a lie, because I was far from fine. Deep down I was starting to regret the threesome. Despite Tom’s supportive words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d done something wrong. Although there was no way to change what had happened, I just wished I knew how to handle the overwhelming emotions that came with it.
Tom rested his forehead against mine. “I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too.”
He pulled back and kissed my forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “This is just for you and me, not him.”
I nodded, his words comforting me.
The door opened next to us. Eric appeared, showered and clothed in record time. He smiled at us. “I better get back to my friend.”
We nodded at him, then entered the bathroom. I jumped into the shower first, using the water to fill my mouth, wanting to get the awful taste of the spermicide out. I wished I had thought of it before I’d offered to suck Eric’s cock, but I guessed logical thought hadn’t played a part in the threesome.
I finished and got out, drying myself while Tom showered. I pulled on my dress as he turned off the water. Once he was dressed, we went back to the bar.
Eric pushed off his barstool along with his lady friend. He held out a card. “We should get together for coffee sometime,” he said, his British accent giving the impression it would be closer to a formal tea, although his eyes hinted at something entirely different.
I took the card without glancing at it. Tom moved behind me with our belongings, which he’d collected from the bartender.
“Thank you,” Eric said, moving his gaze from Tom to me.
“Thank you too,” I replied.
He nodded at me then turned to his friend, directing her through the front door. Tom and I followed in silence. Once we were all outside, Eric glanced back, saying: “Good night.”
Both Tom and I replied, then headed for the gates, which were now open. We walked down the dark street, the inner city buildings all blurring into one.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Still got a stomach ache from that condom.”
“We’ll get something from Skycity, maybe a hot chocolate.”
I nodded. We remained in silence for the rest of the walk to the casino. As we entered the back of the tower, Tom grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. “I love you so much,” he said.
“I love you too,” I replied, feeling guilty again, because there was definitely hurt in his eyes.
His gaze dropped to my hand, which was still holding Eric’s card. He took it off me and threw it into the rubbish bin next to us, muttering, “He doesn’t want coffee, he wants sex.”
I remained silent, knowing it was probably true.
“And I want you all to myself,” Tom added.
I kissed him, agreeing with that.
Tom pulled away from the kiss, his eyes looking so vulnerable. “No matter what happens, I will only love you.”
“I’ll only love you too,” I said, both wishing and not wishing I’d slept with Eric. The man was going to be hard to forget. I just needed to shake the feeling of doing something wrong out of my head.
Tom kissed me on my nose, then placed an arm around my waist, steering me to the elevator.
My mind went back to Eric, the surreal feeling returning. I’d just slept with another man and I was never going to see him again.
11
We slept in until nine the following morning. After getting up, we had a nice breakfast at a small cafe, chatting about everything and anything other than the night before. As we drove to my parents’ place to get the kids, Tom finally broke the silence on what had gone down the night before.
“You should take the morning-after pill,” he said, turning onto the motorway.
“Why? You’ve had a vasectomy.”
“Not because of me, because of Eric.”
“He was wearing a condom.”
“There could’ve been a hole in it.”
Although Tom was being paranoid, I relented, knowing that he needed it for his own peace of mind. We stopped at a pharmacy. I told the chemist I forgot to use protection, which I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t want to say that I’d slept with another man, or more precisely, had a threesome. I still couldn’t believe what I’d done. I was conservative beyond belief, someone who ran from things like this. I was the good girl of the family, the one who never did anything wrong—until now.
During the rest of the car ride to my parents’, musi
c filled the awkward space between us. Tom pulled into the driveway, parking behind my mother’s silver Holden. I got out and headed for the front door with him. I unlocked it with my key, calling out a “Hello.”
We walked up the staircase as my mother emerged from the passageway that led onto the bedrooms, looking upset.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nicky.” She breathed out and shook her head. “I tried to help her get a job this morning, but she absolutely refused to get out of the car. She just wouldn’t listen.”
I cringed, wishing my mother hadn’t said that in front of Tom. He was getting more and more upset with Nicky’s refusal to apply for jobs, our girl closeting herself off from the world too much.
“Where is she?” I asked my mother.
“In her room on that damn computer. You should take it off her, it’s not healthy.”
I nodded automatically, although it didn’t mean I was going to enforce what my mother wanted. I headed for the room that Nicky usually stayed in, knowing it would be worse if I took the computer away from her. She would scream and yell, saying I was stealing it and that it was hers. Also, she would say that I didn’t have a right to touch it, since I had bought it for her birthday. But I thought she’d needed it for school, plus she was fifteen and loved going on certain sites, chatting with her friends from our time in Singapore.
I entered the second to last bedroom, finding Nicky on the computer. “It’s time to go home,” I said.
She looked up with a smile, making me smile back, the knowledge that she was happy to see me allowing me to relax a little. She closed her laptop and slid it into the black computer bag, then got up, her smile dropping as my mother appeared in the doorway. She lowered her gaze, giving me the impression she knew she’d done something wrong. Without a word, she walked past me and my mother, heading down the passage, saying, “Hi, Dad,” to Tom before descending the staircase.
“Why is she doing this?” my mother asked.
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