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He forced sincerity into his face and voice, avoiding looking at Phillip. “Just let me love you,Maggie, that is all I will ever ask of you.” The words were not a lie he’d have to take backlater, they simply omitted how he would love her. The look of utter relief on her face was his reward, or so he thought until she ran to the settee and threw her arms around him, the two of them falling in a tangle, Maggie on top kissing his neck.

“Oh Jonathan, thank you, darling.”She jumped up before he could get a grip on her and ran to Phillip, doing the same to him. “I swear you won’t regret it. I shall try so hard to make you both happy, you won’t miss it, I promise.” Jonathan’s eyes met Phillip’s over herhead, and the contact made things low in his body tighten.Oh no they wouldn’t miss it because they were going to have it.

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Chapter Nine

Thus began two weeks of heaven for Maggie. They’d worked out an arrangement that had the two men switching nights with Maggie. At first, Phillip had conceded her to Jonathan for several nights, claiming he’d had her to himself for months and Jonathan deserved to catch up. He did his best. Maggie was so worn out after three nights with Jonathan that she’d slept the entire fourth day. He was insatiable and his cock so big he brought her again and again until tears streamed from her eyes and screams tore from her throat.

Finally, on the fourth night Phillip claimed his marriage bed again. They’d just finished their port in the drawing room and Maggie had barely set her glass down when Phillip walked over and unceremoniously hauled her up from her chair.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Maggie,” he announced roughly, pulling her against him so she could feel his erection. He rubbed it against her stomach in a pantomime of the act.“Any objections?” He looked at her and then slowly turned to look at Jonathan who was grinning smugly. Jonathan shook his head. “No?

Good, because I’ve had to listen to you two fuck for three nights now, and I’m so hard I hurt. God, listening to your moans and screams, Maggie’s begging, my damn fist nearly grew onto mycock, it’s been holding it so much.”

Maggie gasped and felt her face flame. She was amazed she still had any modesty left, but there was that awful blush again. Phillip laughed when he saw her chagrin.

“Oh God, Mags , I love your blushes, darling, don’t ever stop.” He bent his head down and locked his lips on hers in a kiss meant to ravage. Maggie struggled for amoment, aware of Jonathan in the room, then she gave in to his heat. She felt herself melt against him, her arms go up around his neck,her fingers bury themselves in his beautiful hair. His tongue swept her protests aside, his teeth and lips nipping and sucking at her until she moaned. His hands moved down from her waist and grabbed her ass, pulling her up to her tiptoes so he could grind his glorious cock against her mound. He pulled away, gasping for air like a drowning man.

“Christyes, that feels so good. Quickly, Maggie, say good night to Jonathan. I’ve got to fuck you soon.”

He let go of her, steadying her with a hand on her elbow until she regained her composure.

She turned to Jonathan, her face burning again at the desire she saw in his eyes, desire that had arisen from his witnessing her and Phillip’s kiss. She tried not to look at his cock, knowing it would be full and hard. The thought brought another rush of liquid to her already damp pussy.“Good night, Jonathan,” she said quietly, almost whispering in her embarrassment. She turned to walk to the door with as much dignity as she could when Phillip’s hand on her arm stopped her.

“Not like that,” he told her roughly in the voice he used when he ordered her about in bed. She felt her heartbeat quicken, the pulse in her throat echoed by a throb down low and deep in her passage.“Say good night properly, wife.”

He turned her to face Jonathan, her back pressed againsthim, his cock nestled in the small of her back.

He held her by both shoulders. “Look at him. You’ve fucked him hard, sucked him, felt his mouth on your sweet pussy for the last three nights. Doesn’t he deserve more than a quiet good night?” His voice was low and seductive, his words increasing her ardor. In response her mind flashed images of her and
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Jonathan over the last few nights. She saw him again rise above her, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held himself up and watched her as he fucked her hard and deep, as if he would drive his cock through her. Sweat ran down his face, his hair was plastered to his cheeks. He had been magnificent. She closed her eyes and couldn’t suppress a whimper of sound at the tightening in her belly.

“Oh yes, I’ve heard that sound before, Maggie. It means you want. I will fuck you so well, my beauty, never fear. But first, give Jonathan his due.”

While she had been remembering, Jonathan had walked closer and now stood directly in front of them.

He took the last remaining step that brought him flush against her, and Maggie’s mind reeled. Phillip’s hard cock behind, Jonathan’s glorious cock in front, both hot and heavy pressed against her. She felt a rush of heat like a flash fire, a desire that made her gasp. She raised wide eyes to Jonathan.

“Good night, sweet Maggie,” he whispered against her lips just before he kissed her. Phillip still held her shoulders, but Jonathan’s arms came around her waist, and she felt them squeeze between her and Phillip. Phillip didn’t move. She realized that Phillip’s cock must be pressed against Jonathan’s arms, and her breathing caught at the quiver she felt in her sheath, as if it were trying to draw in something, hungry to be fed.

She moaned against Jonathan’s lips, and her own lips became demanding. Jonathan complied. His arms tightened, bringing the three of them closer together. Maggie, in the middle, felt as if she were melting in the heart of the fire. Jonathan’s mouth opened wide over hers and he sucked her tongue roughly into his mouth, thrusting his own into hers in the age-old rhythm of sex. Unconsciously Maggie’s hips moved, bumping cocks in front and behind, and she couldn’t control the wildness, felt herself becoming ferocious in her lust. She fought against Phillip’s hands and put her arms around Jonathan’s neck, burying her hands in his soft hair, clutching the back of his head tightly to keep his mouth locked on hers as she drank him down.

She came to her senses when Jonathan pulled his mouth roughly away, his breathing heavy on her cheek.

He eased his arms away, his hands coming to rest on her hips. He pulled back gently, breaking her hold on his head, until only his hips still kissed her, his erection a brand against her stomach. He rubbed almost unconsciously, and Maggie gasped, her head falling back on Phillip’s shoulder. Jonathan separated himself completely, his hands running down her arms to finally let go of her hands slowly, gently.

“Good night,” he whispered, his voice thick, and Maggie remembered that voice. The voice that had begged her to suck his cock, praised the tight heat of her ass, murmured love words as he licked and sucked her cream from swollen lips. She had to close her eyes to try to even out her breathing. Never before this moment had she realized how hard it would be to deny them.

“Now that was a proper good night,” Phillip softly said against her hair.

* * * * *

One week later, Jonathan had the nightmare. They’d been trading off, Phillip in Maggie’s bed one night, Jonathan the next. It was Phillip’s night. He and Maggie had spent two languorous hours fucking until they were sweaty and weak and had collapsed in exhaustion. Maggie was boneless and sated; she immediately fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

She wasn’t sure what woke her from her deep slumber, but her eyes suddenly flew wide and she saw Jonathan standing next to the bed. He was disheveled and wild-looking, almost like a feral animal, trapped and frightened. He was naked, and as he raised one hand to run it through his rumpled hair she
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saw it was trembling.

“Jonathan,” she whispered, frightened as only those awakened in the deep of night by fear or tragedy can be. She sat up and looked over at Phillip. He was turning toward her, mumbling, still half asleep.

“Maggie,” Jonathan began, and his voice trembled like his hand, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Instinctively Maggie reached for him, and he climbed on the bed in an awkward rush, pushing her down and falling on top of her, burying his face in her neck.

“I need you, help me, Maggie,” he whispered, his voice a mixture of fear and anger and desire.

Maggie threw her arms around him, everything in her screaming to protect him, to shield him. With one hand she grasped one of his shoulders and with the other clutched his head to her, his mouth hot and open on her neck. She turned her head to the side, offering him whatever he wanted. She tried to wrap her legs around him but the blankets were in her way.

“Yes, yes, darling, whatever you want, whatever you need,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing.

What had happened? Oh God, what was wrong?

Suddenly the blankets were pushed down and off Maggie’slegs, and she turned to see Phillip sitting up, pulling them off her. He was as rumpled as Jonathan, but his face showed concern and sympathy, not fear.

“Was it the dream, Jonathan?” Phillip asked him quietly, his hand running down Jonathan’s back soothingly. Jonathan whimpered in distress and Maggie pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist tightly, binding him to her warmth.

“What dream?” Maggie asked, stroking his hair gently. He only shook his head rapidly against her. “Tell me, Jonathan,” she urged him quietly.

He finally looked at her, and his face flashed from fear to desire. “No, no, Maggie. I want to forget it, forget here in your arms and deep inside you.” He raised himself up, resting on his hands so his torso was stretched above her, his arm muscles bulging and straining, forcing his hips into hers. This was one of his favorite fucking positions. He’d told Maggie he loved to watch her face as he fucked her, loved to watch her breasts move with each thrust,loved the lust in her eyes as she watched his body above her.Just seeing him in that position made Maggie hot and wet.

“Fuck me, Maggie. Fuck me and make me forget everything but you and how sweet and tight you are.”

Jonathan pulled back his hips and Maggie had to loosen her legs to give him room. Staring deeply into her eyes, he thrust into her, not too hard, but a steady, firm push into her not-quite-ready channel. She bit her lip as his cock burned a path until she felt his pubic hair rub on her own, until he gave a smaller, harder thrust to seat himself deeply. She continued to look at him as he closed his eyes and shuddered with pleasure. “Yes, yes, that’s what I need,” he murmured almost to himself. “This, this is all I need to know.”

He opened blazing eyes and Maggie felt her temperature rise in response to the heat of his gaze. She ran her hands up his arms lightly, reacquainting herself with his beautiful physique. She made her touch teasing, seductive, and Jonathan growled low in his throat. His eyes looked black in the dim light of the bedchamber, his pupils enlarged from desire or fear or a combination of both perhaps. Maggie fell into their depths, her hips pulsing in a rhythm learned through countless hours of fucking this man, these men.

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At the thought she froze momentarily, and then her head whipped to the side and she saw Phillip still sitting beside her, motionless, watching them with eyes gone almost as dark as Jonathan’s.

Maggie and Phillip stared at one another for a long minute while Jonathan panted above her, still buried full and hard. He didn’t move, none of them did, as if they were all waiting for something to happen.

Finally Phillip spoke.

“Do you want me to leave, Maggie?” As he asked the question, he very slowly lowered himself down on the bed, turned toward the lovers and rested his cheek in his hand. He gave Maggie a sad little lopsided grin. “I will if you ask, you know.”

Maggie tried to shut out everything but her own thoughts. Did she want him to leave? As she examined her feelings, she realized that she didn’t. The thought of Phillip watching her and Jonathan fuck didn’t bother her—on the contrary, it excited her. Was that reason enough to send him away? Was she making herself vulnerable to them, leading them to expect more down the road? And if so, was that necessarily bad? Some of the questions, she realized, could wait until a more appropriate time, when she didn’t have a hot, hard cock inside her, making her pussy jump and cramp with the need to fuck. But one needed to be answered now.

She looked away from Phillip and into Jonathan’s eyes, eyes full of passion but also vulnerability. As Phillip needed Jonathan, so Jonathan needed Phillip—especially tonight. Though he tried to deny its effects, the nightmare had shaken him badly.

“No, Phillip,” she whispered into those eyes, “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay.”

The brown bled from Jonathan’s eyes as his pupils grew larger, and his breathing hitched. Clearly the thought of Phillip watching them excited Jonathan as well. He shuddered again, and involuntarily his hips flexed roughly, driving him hard into her.

Maggie moaned,the sound one of pleasure mixed with pain, the way she liked it. Her neck and back arched, bowing her off the bed. Her stomach pressed into Jonathan’s and she could feel the slick coolness of perspiration. She maintained the arch, lengthening it like a cat stretching, rubbing against his sweat and his skin, and Jonathan laughed a purely masculine chuckle that spoke of sex and earthy delights in the night. Maggie felt the gooseflesh rise on her arms in response, a wicked grin breaking across her face.

Phillip spoke, and his voice caused Maggie’s inner muscles to tighten on Jonathan.Just his voice, here, right at this moment when she was enjoying Jonathan with such wanton abandon, reveling in his sex and his body. It added a new dimension to the fucking, when she’d thought she’d experienced every pleasure they could give her already. Oh she’d been wrong, wrong.

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