Finally, they broke apart and sat panting on the bed. Lindsey was burning up with lust and hunger, and she wanted to drag Brent to the dressing room and have her wicked way with him. Unfortunately, her legs felt like Jell-O and her arms too weak to even reach for her blouse, which was just beside her. Some men were blatantly ogling her, and she reveled in their admiring gazes. In the end, Brent picked it up and buttoned it up for her in a hasty manner with trembling fingers that hindered more than helped.
Over Brent’s head, she noticed Cherry coming toward her with an expression of barely suppressed glee on her face. She went down on her haunches before them. “You’re dynamite together, all three of you. Which is why I took the initiative and called Toni, and she asked me to discuss with you this great idea that popped into my head—a threesome segment. How about it, guys?” She alternated her gaze among them expectantly, hopefully.
Lindsey’s heart leaped. Their threesome wasn’t even established yet and to actually make love the first time on tape…
When they remained silent, Cherry took on a pleading expression. “I know it’s rather sudden springing this on you, but please, Lindsey, guys, I’m asking you to consider, on Toni’s behalf. It would add a definite oomph to our film. You don’t need to do much, just demo, maybe, two positions. Just two.” Cherry seemed to sense that her audience was wavering, because she continued desperately, “I’ll even let you decide which positions you want and you won’t need to have real sex in front of the camera, just pretend…”
“We, uh, we need to discuss this.” Even as she said the words, Lindsey knew she would agree to do it but she needed to check with Brent and Rory. “Can you give us ten minutes?”
Cherry’s face cleared. “Thanks, hon. I’ll be right over there with the technicians.”
As soon as Cherry scampered away, Lindsey looked at her husband. “Brent?”
“Do you want to do this, Linds?” he asked in a quiet voice.
She breathed in deeply, hoping to cool down the fires that were still flaming in her. Two sex scenes with both Brent and Rory would only intensify the flame and loyalty demanded she help her friend. “It would help Toni so much, Brent, but I know this is a corporate decision, so I’ll abide by the majority vote.”
Brent faced the bed. “Rory? We won’t go ahead with it if you don’t want to, if you prefer our first time as a threesome in a more private setting and at a later time.”
Rory had recovered from his own devastating reaction to their intimacy and was back to his normal self, looking back at them with a thoughtful frown. “I don’t mind, not if we can help Lindsey’s friend make a killing on the film. Seriously, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do porn.”
“It’s not porn,” Lindsey corrected with a mock frown. “It’s an educational video.”
“Nudity. Sex.” Rory waggled his eyebrows. “Porn.”
Brent laughed and shushed them both. “We can argue the semantics later. Linds, you want to do the honors or shall I?”
Lindsey stood up and caught Cherry’s eye. The moment she nodded, relief and a happy expression crossed Cherry’s face as she came toward them. “Thank you, thank you.” She clutched Lindsey’s hands in a tight grip. “You don’t know how much this means to Toni and me.” She clucked her tongue. “I have a twenty-five percent share in this company, so you could say I have a personal stake. Anyway, we can talk more another time but now, you all need to get ready for the shoot. You can take off all your clothes, save your underwear—and that means, no bra, Lindsey—in the dressing room—”
“What?!”
Chapter Three
Lindsey didn’t know how she would be able to stand being naked—or almost naked—with her men without really jumping them.
Cherry grinned. “I did promise your pussy and their cocks won’t be available for public viewing, didn’t I? So I’m keeping my promise. Five minutes, dearie, and we’ll begin the shoot.”
“But I thought…I thought we’re doing this with our clothes on.” Stupid, that was what she was. Rory had it spot on when he mentioned nudity.
“Are you kidding? Guys love to see nubile, female flesh and women swoon to see hard, muscular chests.” Cherry paused, then turned sober and said, “Seriously, the near-nudity is meant to enhance the sexual atmosphere and to put the viewers in the mood. But if you have objections,” an expression of uncertainty crossed her face, “I suppose we don’t have to do it—”
Now was the time to remember the many times Toni rescued her ass in high school when she went to school without doing her homework. Or the time Toni saved her life when she almost walked in front of a speeding car. It was Toni’s sharp eyes and speedy reflexes that enabled her to pull Lindsey back to the safety of the curb a mere split second before she would’ve been mown down.
Yeah, it was good to remember that particular incident. In comparison, getting naked in front of millions of viewers was no big deal, especially when her private parts were going to be covered.
“All right.” She committed herself before she could change her mind. “I’ll go change.” She squeezed Brent’s shoulder and left the room.
Her fingers shook as she stripped off her clothes. Her panties were soaking wet but there was nothing she could do to help that. Unless she took them off as well. But having them on—even wet—was better than nothing. She folded her clothes properly and placed them beside her purse. Cherry had assured her that her things would be safe in the room. Finally, she put on the pink terrycloth bathrobe and took a very deep breath before heading out the door.
Back in the studio, she found everything ready and they were all waiting for her.
Her gaze zoomed in to Brent and Rory, who were standing beside the bed with Cherry and they were—oh my God!
Nearly stark naked.
She’d seen Brent naked a lot of times but his hot bod could still make her heart speed up. Ah God, she was so in lust and in love with this man and five years of marriage had only made their lovemaking sweeter and wilder. As evidenced by the threesome she was now in.
She sucked in a deep breath as her gaze flitted to Rory. He was naked too, except for the white briefs that clung to his hips and outlined his cock in loving detail. Her mouth went dry and she forced herself to tear her gaze away from the enticing picture. Not that it helped any, because she was then treated to a beautiful masculine physique, with muscles in all the right places and no ounce of fat anywhere. He was bronze all over. She stared at his broad chest, wondering if the dark blond hair covering it was soft and springy like the hair on top of his head. Her gaze was then helplessly caught by his and the kindness in them—so at odds with the sexual tension that had gripped her—threw her for a loop.
She arrived beside them to hear Cherry say, “You have a good idea there.” Turning to Lindsey, she continued, “Girl, frankly, I’m envious. Where did you find such a treasure?” At her confused look, she explained, “Your husband’s a very thoughtful man.” Then, she winked. “You’ll see.” Turning back to Brent and Rory, Cherry said, “As soon as you’re ready, just slide into the first position and we’ll take it from there.”
Lindsey stared after her. “What’s that all about?”
“I asked her to give us some time for foreplay—to relax,” Brent answered smoothly and Rory tugged at her bathrobe and teased, “I think this needs to come off. It’s not fair that Brent and I are almost naked while you’re still wrapped up to your neck.”
Okay, this is it. She pulled on the sash at her waist, which unraveled and caused the bathrobe to gape wide open. Her hands reached up to slide the robe off her shoulders.
She stared into Rory’s eyes and wondered how the kindness in them could morph instantly into blazing lust. His mouth came down hard on hers and her senses were immediately engaged with the eroticism of his kiss. He kissed her like a starved man, drinking in her essence as though he hadn’t been near a woman in years. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and stroked her tongue with urgency before suc
king it into his mouth. Lust and need collided with a big bang inside her and she responded to his kiss with fervent enthusiasm.
Brent’s biting kisses at her nape enhanced the rising desire swelling in her and his skillful hands caressed her breasts, bringing her nipples to hard, aching points.
She wasn’t aware they’d been moving until she felt the edge of the soft mattress at the back of her knees. She toppled backward onto the bed and Rory maneuvered them until they were lying in the center. He grazed her ear with his mouth, murmuring, “You’re so sexy, Linds. Sexy and beautiful…every part of you. I love your big boobs. I want to fuck them with my cock. Damn… You’re making me so hard…”
And Brent was lying beside her, engaging her mouth in a rough kiss that involved their lips and tongues. The passion that had always flamed bright between them flared to life as his tongue sucked hers. Heat pooled low in her pussy as their tongues mated. He’d always been able to make her melt with just a touch or even a look from those smoldering gray eyes.
She forgot that she was there to demonstrate lovemaking positions. She forgot Cherry’s presence, she forgot there were men other than Brent and Rory in the room, men who were responsible for the lights and the camera, men who had ogled her body. All she saw and heard were Brent and Rory, who caressed her and talked to her like longtime lovers.
Rory worshipped her breasts and she arched shamelessly into his mouth as she gasped his name, which Brent swallowed into his mouth. God, she was soaking, so wet that his cock could slide so easily into her. Rory insinuated himself between her legs and she sobbed as she felt his hard cock resting against the junction of her thighs. She was drowning in sensations, in his heat, in his scent.
His large hands cupped her buttocks and tilted her up, then he rubbed his hard cock directly over her pussy. He felt huge and hard and good. Extremely good rubbing her cunt. One deliberate thrust, then two, then three… He felt so right pressed up against her that way, so stiff and hard that he nudged her clit, yet she yearned for more. More than ever, she wanted that big cock thrusting into her, ramming inside her and fucking her senseless.
Brent moved down to her breasts and scraped his teeth over her nipple, the way he knew she liked it. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure zooming through her body, sending her deeper into the sensual haze.
Yet, she was filled with a strong desire to see her lovers, to know how they looked in the throes of passion. Brent she knew—engraved indelibly in her mind—but Rory… She forced herself to open her eyes. He was straining against her and his eyes were scrunched tight with effort. His neck bulged from the tight control he was exerting over his body and sweat shone on his face and over his broad shoulders. He uttered a soft curse, then he shook uncontrollably and pushed his hips deep into her, his firm cock pressing solidly against her aching pussy. Then, he slumped down beside her, on the side of the bed that was empty.
It took her befuddled mind a few seconds to understand what had happened.
Rory had an orgasm!
Before she could say or do anything, he was rolling onto his back and standing. Brent hauled her up against him and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, enabling her pussy to cup his rock-hard erection. He staggered backward until his back hit the wall. Dimly, she remembered she’d heard Cherry yelling something but she’d been so surprised and engrossed about Rory’s release—while she was still enmeshed in this sexual morass of unfulfilled sensations that seemed to have no end—that she hadn’t really heard it. Rory came up behind her and pressed his wet cock into the crack of her butt. Over her panties. God, she wished she were naked right now. He was still semi-hard and she was smoldering, ablaze with two cocks pressed intimately against her.
“Ready?” Brent rasped through gritted teeth, because she had started moving, rubbing her pussy up and down over his cock.
Her breath hitched as Rory’s hands came up to cover her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded with expert skill but he avoided her nipples, which begged for his attention. The desire and tension which had been riding her flared up a notch. Her breath turned ragged. He sure got magic hands. She wrapped her hands around Brent’s neck as the two men surged into her on both sides. She opened her legs wide so that her pussy lips were pushed apart and, save for her wet panties, it was as though she was cupping Brent’s cock between them. And then, she couldn’t think anymore as the men dry-humped her, over and over until she was so primed and hurting and about ready to explode.
She sobbed with need. She wanted to tear off their briefs and her panties and sheathe them both in her wetness. She wanted to ride them, their cocks rubbing inside her, massaging her pussy until they all shattered in ecstasy.
*
“Seriously, that was torture.” Rory’s capable hands rested on the steering wheel.
As Lindsey stared at them, she couldn’t help but shiver at the thought that soon those hands would be caressing her, stroking her, maybe even plunging into her cunt.
“You and me both.” She managed a shaky laugh. She couldn’t believe she was finally going to get into Rory’s pants. The scenery flashed her by but she didn’t see a thing. She was all too aware of Rory, of his blatant masculinity and innate sensuality but it was an excitement tempered with the knowledge that there would be a culmination to the sexual tension that hovered between them.
They had just left Toni’s studio, after profuse thanks from Cherry, and were going to book a room at a hotel for some serious monkey business. Finally, Rory had caved in, as aroused by their hours of foreplay as she and Brent were.
“Count me in,” Brent chimed in from the backseat. “This is the first time my bright idea backfired on me.”
“I mentioned a reward tonight, remember?” She turned and her mouth was captured by Brent. He held her head steady with a hand cupped at the back of her head while they indulged in a hot, lengthy kiss. She stroked Rory’s chest to include him in the kiss. It thrilled her that she could touch him anytime she wanted.
“Does telling you that I couldn’t stop jerking off the past few nights also garner me a reward?” Rory joked.
Brent broke the kiss to say, “The fact that you were jerking off is reward enough.”
Rory released a bark of laughter, his eyes concentrating on the road.
“I had an epiphany awhile ago,” Lindsey confessed. She hadn’t intended to say anything, but the atmosphere seemed right for it, and the words just popped out.
“What do you mean?” Brent asked.
Strangely, she now found herself reluctant to speak. Up until then, she hadn’t thought through to what Brent or Rory would say about her revelation. “Um…you won’t think me a pervert, would you?”
“If you don’t tell us, we certainly won’t,” Rory said drily.
Lindsey gave a good thwack on his arm.
“He’s kidding,” Brent chided his best friend. “Linds, I know you well enough and believe me when I say that we’re still discovering our boundaries where sex is concerned. I won’t judge, and Rory definitely has no right to—seeing that he’s light-years behind us in terms of sex—so just spit it out.”
“Yeah, sorry Linds,” Rory said, contrite. “I was just joking.”
She decided to trust her men—they were hers, weren’t they? At least for tonight. They’d been through so many things together over the years, and with Rory now on board their sexual lives, maybe he needed to know about this, too. “Oookay. You know, earlier, when I was prancing about the studio wearing practically nothing? I was aroused when those camera men, lights men, etc look at my body and watch us have sex.” She paused. “I…I think I must be an exhibitionist.”
For about three seconds, no one spoke. Then Brent said, “That’s…interesting. Do you…want me to call a few more buddies and ask them to be our audience?”
Lindsey listened for a thread of anger beneath his words and breathed a sigh of relief when all she heard was a thoughtful consideration and a willingness to accede to her unspoken request. Sh
e was the one who was bewildered. “How could you not be angry, Brent? At having more men ogle your wife’s naked body? At having a wife who wants men to ogle her naked body?” Remembering those moments when she felt that he was acting in a peculiar manner, her heart twisted in agony at an unbidden thought: Could it be because he was starting to fall out of love with her?
Brent’s gray eyes softened with tenderness, and he brushed a hand down her cheek. “Because I know you love me. Just as I love you. Remember that.”
Heart swelling with emotion, Lindsey captured her husband’s hand and placed a reverent kiss in the center of his palm.
Brent cupped her jaw and smiled. “So should I call—”
“I have an idea,” Rory broke in. “I know this awesome club where people who are so inclined can watch a live sex show—”
“I don’t want to watch—” Lindsey started to say.
“Let me finish, o impatient one,” Rory teased. “As I was saying, we can do the performing. Brent doesn’t have to call his friends—not sure if he has any he could call anyway—and the best thing is that the audience will be strangers. What do you say?”
Brent hit Rory’s arm with a light jab. “Who says I don’t have friends?” he growled.
“Close enough to pitch your unusual request?” Rory pointed out.
Brent grumbled but acquiesced.
Lindsey could see Rory’s point. Her husband was an outgoing person and had a lot of friends, but in the end, Rory was the only one he could consider for the threesome. That said a lot about the two men’s friendship.
“Linds?” Rory prompted. “What do you think? Should we go to the club instead?”
Lindsey found herself with a dilemma. On the one hand, she wanted to explore her exhibitionist side, but on the other, there was Rory to consider. This night was their first threesome together, and it was already going to be fraught with awkwardness. Plus, she owed it to Rory—and to Brent and herself—that their first time be private. Perhaps when they were more comfortable with each other, they could…
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