Espino, Stacey - Midlife Ménage [Ride 'em Hard 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

Wade knelt close to her head. “You’re absolutely right, baby girl. God gave me the patience to wait nearly two decades before you gave me the time of day.”

She mock scowled at him. “You were impossible and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” He stopped the rocking of the hammock, mesmerized by Wendy’s strength and beauty. She’d been quiet and reflective since the fire, but she had started showing signs of life recently. When she scoffed, a smile tilting her lips, he knew she’d be back to her old self soon. Time had the power to heal all wounds.

Jackson stood by her side, his legs blocking her from moving. “I missed your smile, Wendy. I know you have the right to pout as long as you want, but don’t forget about me, darlin’.”

“That’s why I told you not to mess with a younger man. They’re controlled by their cocks. I’m telling you, Jackson has been nagging me daily, wondering when you’ll be well enough for lovin’.”

“He’s just a young stud in need of release. It’s part of why I love him. Just like I love you for being able to keep control.”

Wade tilted her head to face him. “You said the ‘l’ word.” She never mentioned love. Wendy cared about them, worried about them, but never loved them. They declared their feelings frequently, but their words were never returned in full. He accepted that, but didn’t crave her full devotion any less.

* * * *

Had she really gone all this time without declaring her love for Wade and Jackson? Were words even necessary, were they enough to reflect the adoration she felt for each man? Love was just a word, but what she felt for them was way more. She owed her life to them. They’d given her the second chance she never expected to receive, protected her, coddled her, made her feel young and beautiful.

“Maybe I’m better at showing how I feel…” She tried to make her voice sound seductive, but it just came out as needy. Two weeks without sex was just as difficult for her as it was for the men, maybe more so. She had to look at both of them wandering around the house half naked, secretly watch Jackson jerking off at night when he thought she was sleeping, and practically feel the sexual tension spark and sizzle in the house during the evenings. It was time to connect again, on every level.

“That sounds good to me.” Jackson took the bait, his eyes already at half mast. Wendy loved having a young, muscled cowboy ready to fuck twenty-four-seven. She was in the prime of her sexual life and could match his libido most days. Wade was a tease, so controlled that he could hold off his own pleasure to torment her with a skilled finger, tongue, or cock.

“You know I’d never say no to you, darlin’.” She knew Wade was aching for her to verbally commit to him. They lived together, worked side by side, and devoted all their energy to their new ménage relationship. But Wade wanted what she hadn’t been able to give…until now. She was ready, had been ready for some time.

Jackson tugged off his shirt and then knelt down on the opposite side of the hammock. He parted her legs, his fingers grazing her sensitive inner thighs. She was only wearing a loose pair of short cotton shorts and a tank top. Even with the summer soon coming to a close, the heat during the day was scorching. Now that the sun was setting, a comfortable breeze blew across them, cooling off the land. Soon the long-awaited rain would quench the sun-baked earth. The symphony of insects droned from the fields around them, her personal lullaby, except now she wanted to do anything but sleep.

A crackle of thunder was punctuated with a streak of lightning across the darkened sky. The weather created a dreamy, paranormal atmosphere perfect for making love.

When Jackson’s fingertips slipped under the loose opening of her shorts, gently grazing her pussy lips, she whimpered. She was so ready to be fucked. For two weeks she held back, believing she should be mourning the loss of her home, not lusting over her cowboys like she had been.

“She’s wanting, Wade. Listen to her.”

Wade covered her earlobe with his thick, soft lips. He was merciless, knowing exactly what turned her on and drove her mad with desire. His hot breath in her ear combined with his skilled tongue and suckling were as erotic as sex. They worked together, touching, tasting, creating dual sensations so she couldn’t even pinpoint where the pleasure originated.

“She’s been depriving herself when there’s no need. Not when she has two cowboys at her beck and call.” Wade peppered her face with kisses, a loving shower of affection. It was time. No more living in the past. She’d said good-bye to her husband, and her home had burned to ash. Her children were grown, starting lives of their own. It was her time to shine, to live…to love.

“Tell me what you want, Wendy. Anything at all.” Jackson impaled her pussy with two fingers, making her gasp. She
had
gone too long without sex. “Want me to suck your pretty little cunt?”

She shook her head. Wendy felt like giving today. “I want your cock. I want to taste it.”

Jackson began unbuckling his belt before she finished speaking. She could see the hard outline of his cock straining behind the denim and it excited her. Wendy still couldn’t understand why a young buck like Jackson wanted to settle down with an older woman like her, but she’d take it. She’d also make sure he didn’t regret it.

“You’re not planning on biting me now are you?” He held out his erection, and she sat up in the wobbly hammock, eager to feel him between her tongue and palate. His cock was impressive, as was the rest of his fine body. She couldn’t look away, even felt her mouth salivate as she waited.

“I want to make you feel good. You’ve both been patient with me and should be rewarded.” She looked Jackson in the eyes, holding his stare. “You’ve been a very good boy.” A big, brawny boy with a thick cock. And all hers. She loved his naughty streak, the fire dancing in his eyes.

“Then I’ve been a very good boy, darlin’. Don’t torture me any longer.”

She kissed Wade, slipping her tongue into his mouth as he supported her in an upright position. As she turned to take Jackson’s cock, he first slipped off her shirt and unfastened her sports bra. She no longer cared if her men saw her naked. They’d built her up so high, and there was no denying their desire for her.

Wendy accepted Jackson’s cock when he fed it to her. He exhaled in a near growl when she sucked on the bulbous head, twirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. Wade’s arms snaked around her, fondling her breasts, teasing the bundles of nerves. His hot breath at the back of her neck was erotic as hell when she had another man’s cock in her mouth. The sharing, the respect, the love—it was beyond satisfying. She never wanted it to end, and it never would. She’d made up her mind, committed mind, body, and soul to her new life with Wade and Jackson. Wendy was a loyal woman, and now that she’d opened her heart, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for them…or to them.

“I need to fuck you, Wendy. Will you let me?” How could she say no to her rough-riding cowboy? She slipped away from his cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He lifted her around to face Wade and then straddled the hammock, bringing it into a narrow strip between his legs. She let her own legs dangle on either side of her. “Your shorts, baby.”

Wade lifted her legs up in the air and pulled off the material. When she came back down she let her legs settle over Wade’s thighs, his cock nudging her stomach. “I’ll sit out this time,” said Jackson. There was no resentment in his voice. He even leaned down to kiss her.

“Why?” she asked.

“He doesn’t want to hurt you, sweet thing. You’ve had a lot of firsts lately.”

“Don’t worry, I can wait.”

“But I need you, Jackson. I love feeling so full I could burst.”

His eyes took on a glint of something forbidden, a side to him rarely allowed out to play. He wouldn’t refuse her now.

Wade lifted her up under her arms, his biceps bulging as he supported her weight. “Go on…Sit on my cock.”

She impaled herself over his thick erection as he slowly lowered her back down. It stretched her, filled her with warmth. Wendy sighed contentedly. “That feels good. You’re both so big.” She wrapped her arms around Wade’s neck, and he eagerly crashed his mouth to hers, helping her rise and fall over his cock.

Today she’d come hard and fast. Already heat travelled up her legs from her toes, and he’d only been inside her for a couple minutes.

“If you’re gonna join, I wouldn’t wait,” said Wade. She knew he loved the extra snugness a second cock could add to his experience. Wendy couldn’t disagree. There were a multitude of erotic nerves in her ass she never knew existed. She loved when they’d caress her ass or finger her during sex, but being double-fucked took the prize.

Jackson used the lube they kept in the hayloft, the soft spurting sound making her pussy moisten. The barn was her favorite place to get kinky. The hammock jostled as he mounted her from behind. His weight settled in against her, skin to skin. This was what she needed, both halves to the whole. Their arms encircled her, touching, holding. Jackson’s rough stubble grazed her skin as he leaned his face on her shoulder to position his cock against her ass. The lube was cool against her puckered hole, but she knew his hard length would heat her up in a hurry.

She sank onto the second dick. So full. Her eyes lolled back in her head. This position was exhilarating, allowing the men full penetration. The open loft doors gave her a full view of the ranch. If one of Wade’s employees happened to walk by below, they’d get an explicit show. It excited her, made her clit pulse stronger.

They pounded into her, spurred by her enthusiasm. She felt like she was riding a stallion the way they all straddled the hammock, her legs hanging on either side. But instead of a horse and saddle, she had two cowboys with hard cocks to ride.

Wade groaned, nipping her jaw, pressing into her as if he couldn’t get close enough. Jackson reached around and tugged at her clit, which was exactly what she needed to take her over the edge. She cried out when her body claimed the men, milking their erections until they joined her in release.

They sagged against her when they were through, cutting off her air.

“You’re not little boys. Give me some space before you steal all my air.” She squirmed between all those slick, golden muscles, their semiflaccid cocks still embedded in her body. It was heaven, her own personal heaven on earth. All the lonely years, and backbreaking labor were not in vain. Everything brought her to this day, helped her appreciate all her blessings, so she couldn’t complain. Maybe prayers did come true, just not on the timeline she anticipated.

“We’ve already started your new orchard, but you best get your cute little ass out there to help us. No more moping around when there’s work to be done,” said Wade. He’d made her dreams come true. Rather than her life going downhill after forty-four, it had never been better, more vibrant. Wade had set aside acres for her to start her own apple orchard on his property, their property. At home she’d never felt settled, always running from ghosts and pushing away everything that made her a woman.

“Yes, sir,” she said, leaning her head back on Jackson's shoulder, craving a kiss. Wade shifted forward to kiss her cheek. The moment was quiet, perfect, making her heart swell with emotion. The breeze blowing across the prairies wafted into the loft, soothing her heated flesh. “Have I ever told you both that I love you?” She knew she hadn’t outright said the words, but they were always there waiting to be spoken.

Jackson whispered in her ear, “Those are beautiful words, darlin’.”

Wade interlocked his fingers with hers and gave a little squeeze.

Wendy took a cleansing breath, gathering what little strength she had left. It was time to start the newest chapter of her life. “Let’s go plant us some apple trees.”

THE END

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