They gave her massages that turned her into a boneless creation of bliss, but even the inclusion of massaging her most intimate places didn’t appear to incite them. Jillian knew they were experiencing massive erections, but they kept them away from her. It didn’t make sense, and she hated it when she couldn’t figure out a problem. A tiny voice in her head suggested they were tired of her and didn’t know how to ask her to leave without hurting her feelings or creating an awkward situation at work next week. Jillian dismissed that thought. Sean wouldn’t spare her feelings. He’d just show her the door, regardless of how Peter felt about it. Or he would leave her with Peter.
She was tired of Scrabble and Checkers and wasn’t going to play one more round of poker, unless it was of the strip variety. Peter actually suggested Monopoly, and she pouted so effectively that he threw up his hands and stalked off to make a huge pitcher of sangria. The tasty wine beverage had cooled her temper, and she felt a twist of guilt that she had been unkind. If it weren’t for the fact that she was unbelievably horny, Jillian could marvel at how absolutely wonderful her guys were being. Maybe she craved rotten treatment. No, just dominant, kinky sex, at least until she had her fill.
On day four they ate lunch a bit early, and Jillian suspected it was because of her bitchiness, although she had tried to manage it better after pushing Peter. No matter, she was going to ask for what she wanted, seeing as the subtle approach wasn’t working. If they denied her, she would make them tell her what was happening, or she’d call a cab and go home in her tight, short, beautiful silk robe.
Sean stretched as he turned from stacking the dishwasher. Jillian was already curled up on the couch, not allowed to help clean up after an amazing salmon feast. She eyed his chest as the muscles flexed and slid under his skin. Peter was wiping down the counter, and his ass looked amazing from her perspective. Her nipples beaded, and moisture dampened her folds. She gathered her courage to put it out there as soon as they joined her in the living room. No more watching inane television, despite the domestic, warm feelings she got from their company.
“I think I’ll shave your pussy, babe,” Sean announced.
Jillian almost swallowed her tongue. “Excuse me?” she managed.
He pulled her up from the couch and hugged her to him, lowering his lips to her ear. “Shave. Your. Pussy.”
“That’s what I thought you said,” she stuttered. “I usually get waxed at the salon. I haven’t had a chance to go recently, what with work being so crazy the last few months and being here, all week.”
She was fuming inside. If Sean had been turned off by pubic hair, he could go fuck himself. How dare he make her feel unattractive!
Sean held her fast and stared into her eyes. “I don’t give a shit if you have hair from your ankles to your belly, Jillian. All of you appeals to me. I just want to shave your pussy, so I’m going to. Any questions? Or do you want me to convince you?”
Jillian shook her head and said nothing. Holy crap. Sean wouldn’t tolerate her being less than satisfied with herself.
Peter called from the bathroom, “Anytime! People to see, people to do!”
Oh Christ, it was the cheery Peter. That was when the dark side showed through. Her vagina clenched in anticipation, and Jillian meekly followed Sean down the hallway. Peter had a towel spread on the long counter in the guest bathroom, and the track lighting focused down on it. A can of shaving cream and a straight razor sat on the back of the toilet. Jillian faltered at the sight of the razor, but Sean pushed her ahead and into Peter’s arms.
“I shave with a straight razor, babe,” he drawled, “and I’ve never cut myself yet. All you have to do is stay still.”
Peter opened the tie to her robe and pulled it off her body. He lifted her to sit on the towel and angled the wing of the mirror so she could see her pussy folds. The hair was definitely fuller. Sean had better know what he was doing. Peter eased her back against his chest, standing at the end of the counter, and Sean pulled her thighs further apart, positioning her to his liking. He took the steaming washcloth Peter had set to soak in the sink and wrung most of the water out. He pressed it against her pussy, and Jillian jerked.
“If you don’t want to lose something important, babe, I’d suggest you concentrate on holding still,” Sean advised.
He pumped shaving cream into his hand and liberally applied it to her mound and outer lips. Then he took a shaving brush and spread the cream around, using slow, lascivious strokes. Jillian moaned and closed her eyes.
Peter pinched a nipple, and her eyes flew open. She caught his look in the mirror and understood he wanted her to watch, just as he was watching. Sean picked up the straight razor, and, with short, even strokes, removed all of her pubic hair. He spread and stretched her labia as he did so, and Jillian held herself rigid. The intimacy of the grooming and the fact that she could see everything made her hotter. When Sean moved to rinse the razor, Jillian bemoaned the loss of his digits. Peter gathered her up and stood her in the tub, legs apart, then grabbed the handheld showerhead.
“Gather your hair up and hold it on top of your head,” he ordered. “Don’t let it get wet.” There was no need to add an “or else.” Jillian knew that tone.
Peter turned on the showerhead and began to rinse her pussy off. The water ran cold at first, and she shrieked and tried to dance away, only to feel Sean smacking her ass to move her back to her former stance. The warming of the water coaxed her clit out, and Peter turned the setting to jet and chased her clit as her pelvis undulated to keep it out of the direct line of fire. Some of her hair fell to her shoulders, and Peter’s eyes darkened. Jillian tried to back up and met the flat of Sean’s hand again. She resigned herself to a consequence.
Peter turned her to face the wall and pushed the showerhead up against her pussy, alternating between her opening and her clit. Jillian spread her legs for more, and the jet of water assaulted her anus. The stimulation had her clenching and gyrating, and Sean began to smack her buttocks harder, the spanking way more intense because of her wet flesh. Peter unerringly forced the water up her vagina just as he pressed her clit with his other hand and Sean clapped her really hard right over her anus. Jillian climaxed and nearly fell headfirst in the tub before Sean grabbed her and hauled her out. She stood on the mat, head down and quivering. Intense.
She asked quietly, “What was that about?”
Peter lifted her head with a finger under her chin. “That was for teasing us these past three days and for not just asking for what you want. Part of this relationship is about you opening up and telling us, using your words, honey.”
Jillian heard the plural and the word “relationship.” Two men and her. In a relationship. Not just a week of hot, kinky sex. Well, a night, one really full day, and the water sports. But a relationship with them both? Probably not. Not PC and certainly not in accordance with her family values.
“I can’t say I want to hear the R-word, Peter,” she told him.
Sean snorted and walked out of the room.
Peter sighed. “Sean figured you wouldn’t, although I had hoped…C’mon. Sean will have our entertainment set up by now, and we should make some popcorn.”
Jillian reached for her robe, but Peter shook his head. Back to naked Jillian. Maybe that was good, although she knew Peter wasn’t happy with her and the fact that Sean had anticipated her denial might not prove to be pleasant. She let Peter lead her back to the kitchen, though, and helped him choose the microwave popcorn, opting for lots of butter and salt. Sean was fussing with the DVD player.
“What are we doing?” she ventured.
“Watching a movie,” Peter said shortly.
Jillian impulsively hugged him, snuggling into his hard chest. His big arms came around her automatically, and his head dropped to seat his chin on the crown of her head.
“Don’t be cross, Peter,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m scared shitless of getting hurt myself.”
Peter squeezed her.
“I know, honey, but I’ve waited a long time to get this close to you, and I guess I’ve been thinking ahead when you are just getting used to things. You can trust us, Jillian. Now and later.”
Sean interrupted them. “Come and watch the movie, Jillian. It might shed some light on the R-word.”
Jillian cuddled between the two men and watched for the opening credits to see if it was an action or comedy flick. Probably action, she decided. Cheesy music blared from the speakers, and then a bed came into view. A bed with a red satin sheet and her on it, naked and spread. Jillian lunged for the remote, but Sean held it out of reach and Peter wrapped her up in his arms.
“So that’s what you were doing in the den, you pervs,” she spat. “Editing and putting that filth to music. Did you put it on YouTube, too?”
Peter rocked her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “We would never do that to you, Jilly. We share, but only with one another. I had to jerk off twice when I viewed the DVD Sean burned from recording us, and probably Sean did, too.”
“Three times,” Sean growled, staring at her.
“Anyway, we’re going to show you how beautiful you are, how passionate, and how you complete us. You’ll watch with us, and if you close your eyes, we’ll arouse you but won’t let you come until you agree to watch it again. The pause button is a great invention. We can do this forever.”
Jillian huffed and gave them both her best death glare, then caved to the inevitable. If it became too much, humiliating or gross, she’d puke her nice salmon lunch up all over them both.
Sean pressed play, and against her will, Jillian watched in fascination as her special bits were clamped and the chain shimmered against her flesh. The graphic pussy shots she dreaded were muted somehow and actually quite beautiful. She could witness how aroused the men made her and could now see the details of what her men saw. Moreover, she could see how her sexuality affected them, something she wasn’t always able to do because they distracted her with sensation. Jillian marveled at how her skin pinked under the paddle, although she thought the butt plug wasn’t attractive, peeking out between her buttocks. The sight of Sean taking her ass and losing himself in her had her wishing for instant replay, and Jillian thought having her pussy spanked might rank quite high on her list of pleasures.
Jillian saw the deep feeling on Peter’s face on the screen that lust couldn’t mask, and Sean’s fleeting wistfulness when Peter touched her with love and she responded in kind. The crappy porn music track aside, any editing done had been to smooth out the rough edges and not allow her to be presented in a humiliating manner. They let her see them, for real, and she could only begin to appreciate the risk that Sean, in particular, took by doing so. Jillian’s eyes filled with tears, and they spilled soundlessly down her face, splashing on her breasts.
Sean pulled her away from Peter and into his arms, hushing her against his chest and pressing kisses on her hair. When she settled, he stood with her still clutched to his chest and made his way down the hall, Peter following and looking anxious. Sean laid her on the bed and shucked his clothes, then followed her down. Peter climbed up on her other side, already naked. They kissed, stroked, and caressed her, touching every inch they could reach, and Jillian went from tears to shudders of arousal. Neither man paid any particular attention to any specific body part, nor did they concentrate on her erogenous zones, but moisture built between her legs, and her nipples hardened into points. She heard the crinkle of foil, and then she was pulled to face Sean and his sheathed erection pushed against her opening, inching inexorably inside. He pushed in until she could feel his silky balls bump against her. Peter then began to lubricate her anus, first circling the rosebud with his fingertips then pushing one, then two inside, wiggling and scissoring the digits. Jillian relaxed and let him stretch her as Sean held still and breathed slowly against the top of her head, fitting her face into the hollow of his throat. Peter’s lubricated cock pushed past her muscle and fairly glided deep into her. The fullness of being stretched and filled by two big cocks stole Jilly’s breath and created flashes of red behind her eyelids.
“Okay, babe?” Sean asked.
“Do something,” she gasped. “Move or something. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Sean pulled back and then thrust forward. Peter retreated as he did so. They built the same rhythm, over and over, but with increasing intensity and force. Jillian grabbed onto Sean and keened into his shoulder as her world began to spin and splinter apart. Sean and Peter paused then surged to penetrate her deeply at the same time. She clenched so hard she could feel the shape and circumference of both cockheads even through Sean’s condom, separated as they were by such a thin membrane. The heat from Peter’s ejaculate followed by Sean’s roar of release, coupled with the intense fullness and stretching, pushed her up and up, flying apart as she went. Then she fell back down and slipped into the welcoming dark.
* * * *
Sean looked at Peter over their woman’s unconscious form, surreptitiously touching her throat for a pulse. Just in case. “Another first, Peter. We fucked a woman, our woman, into oblivion. God, she is so special. Do you think she knows what we want?”
Peter nodded back at Sean. “She knows. At least her heart does. Her brain is what we need to keep from being front and center. Our Jilly is smart, and she’s relied on her brain a long time and forgotten that it’s not the most important thing. We can’t let her think too much, but we are earning her trust. Oh, and Sean, she’s still breathing. I can feel it around my cock.”
Sean smiled. “We’ll let her sleep tonight, but tomorrow morning will start off with a bang. Or two.”
Peter pulled out of Jilly and went toward the bathroom. Sean smiled to himself. Peter was positively tottering. But then, he was pretty whipped himself. Peter came back with a warm cloth to cleanse Jilly, and Sean again smiled to himself when she didn’t stir. Sean disposed of the condom and thought hard.
“What?” asked Peter.
“What if we knock her up, Peter?” Sean suggested.
“Holy fuck, Sean. Don’t get ahead of ourselves here.”
“Just a thought,” Sean grumbled.
Peter flipped off the light and slid in beside Jilly, wrestling with Sean to hold a part of her close. Sean hauled a light cover over them all, and Peter dropped off, beginning to snore lightly. Sean lay awake for a while. Sean had it bad but needed to show it and tell Jilly, over and over. He was so bad with words in these situations, especially considering the fact that he was a lawyer! But she was still going to question how having two men in her life would work, so she had to be totally convinced that it would. If the relationship had its foundation in love, Jilly would be hard-pressed to refuse.
Chapter Ten
Jillian awoke to an insistent tongue on her naked pussy. She lay still for a few moments, just enjoying the sensation and trying to decide if it was Sean or Peter between her thighs. The tongue stabbed into her vagina clear up to her cervix, and Jillian smiled. Sean. She spread her legs wider to give him better access, amazed to find that she wasn’t restrained, so reached down to stroke his soft pate. He didn’t stop his attentions, and the familiar coil of desire built, her clit beginning to throb, her vagina clenching around his stabbing, swirling tongue. She came in a rush, and Sean sucked her clit into his mouth, pushing her higher and then over again. God, it was too much. She begged and pleaded with him to stop, yet held him to her. Finally, he withdrew his face and rose up to loom over her, his chin and cheeks wet with her. She couldn’t read his eyes, as dark and deep as they were, but the emotion scared her a little as he settled his lips over hers and pushed his cock up inside her at the same time, like her opening had a homing beacon in it. Sean tasted like her, mingled with his own hot taste, and she reveled in his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. This was what she craved, the closeness, the sense of being one. The other stuff, the kink, was amazing, and she wanted to try everything they could come
up with and maybe some things she might think of, but this felt so good, so right.
Sean rocked in and out, back and forth, and Jillian’s hips met his rhythm. She briefly wondered where Peter was and then concentrated on this time with Sean. This side of him, the slow, gentle, caring lover. No, that wasn’t right. Sean was always caring. No matter how demanding he was, he took care with her. This was making love, not fucking. It should have bothered her, especially because Peter wasn’t part of this, but it didn’t. Sean began to thrust more insistently, and Jillian angled her vagina and used her muscles to give him the best pleasure she knew how to provide. He came with a low, painful groan, and she clenched harder, holding him as close as she could.
* * * *
Sean didn’t dare let Jillian see his face. He actually had tears in his eyes. She hadn’t come. Sure, he’d made certain she got hers before he fucked her, but still, well, she just let him take his release and wrapped him up. Not fucking, no, this was different, and he knew she was feeling it, too. Before, he and Peter had given, although they took back, but Jillian seemed quite okay with just giving. He rolled off of her and pulled her on top of him, ceding his alpha position without a qualm. She held his face between her hands and pressed a kiss on his nose, then nipped it.
“Eeow!” he yelped. “What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to.” Jillian smiled as she slithered off and onto the floor. “Gotta pee.”
Sean lay there and listened to her slam the bathroom door. He was smiling so wide his cheeks actually hurt.
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