James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (25 page)

Deacon soon picked her up and whispered, “Let me carry you for bit. Don’t want you to hurt yourself, or stumble.”

After a half a dozen steps that seemed to go up and down and up again, he put her back on her feet. “Can I look yet?” she asked.

“No,” they both said at the same time.

But Boyd put a gentle kiss on her lips. He also put his hands on her breasts through her party dress and kneaded them. “Are you upset that I didn’t go to your reunion?”

“No. Not at all. I understand.”

“Good.” He squeezed her nipples. With the blindfold in place, it seemed like her other senses, especially the tactile ones, were heightened. He lightly pinched her nipples again, and a streak of lust darted straight to her pussy. She’d danced with Deacon all night with the knowledge that once they got home, there would be a surprise had flavored the evening with the anticipation of what sexual delights they’d partake of once at home.

She had a sudden feeling that the surprise had to do with having sex with her while she was blindfolded. She already loved this surprise.

Boyd pressed his lips to her mouth again quickly. “You’re smiling. Have you figured out the surprise?”

“I think that the both of you are about to have wild, wicked sex with me while I’m blindfolded.”

“You are a very smart wife.”

“I feel like my senses are all heightened. You tweak my nipples and I feel a pulse of desire all the way in my pussy.”

“Good.”

“Where is Deacon?”

Suddenly his lips touched the back of her neck. She startled. “I’m right here, sugar.”

Boyd whispered, “I’m going to take your clothes off now. And I’ll be taking my time. So don’t try to hurry me.”

Jessica squirmed and panted with lust as they slowly took every scrap of her clothing with the exception of the blindfold. Each brush of their fingers or unexpected kiss of their lips as they disrobed her sent a thrill down her spine. Her pussy gushed in readiness for the sex while blindfolded she was about to have. She couldn’t wait. This was the sexiest thing they’d done so far.

She stood naked except for the blindfold for several minutes. She sensed them circling her. Every few seconds one of them would caress a part of her body. A hand to her belly. A stroke of fingers down her spine.

The anticipation of what they were about to do sent prickles all along her skin. Jessica sucked in a deep breath when one of them clamped his mouth around one nipple. She fell backward into someone else’s arms to keep her steady.

Boyd moaned at her breast so she knew it was him. He kissed a path from her breast to her throat and licked her there. He then kissed his way to her belly.

She waited patiently for him to bury his face in her pussy, but he didn’t. Instead he gripped her hips. He kissed her belly button. He rubbed his chin, rough with stubble, across her stomach, but did not put his mouth on her clit.

Jessica widened her stance. She pushed her hips forward, hoping to urge him to lick her clit. Her breath came in uneven gasps from all the delicious pleasure pouring through her body.

He stood and rubbed his stubble across each of her very pert nipples. The electric sensation drilled further anticipation through her limbs. It also brought on more gushing of her pussy.

“You are making me crazy,” she whispered.

Boyd laughed against her breastbone. “That’s the intent. I want you panting for sex.”

“I’m already panting.”

From behind her, Deacon pressed his fully naked body into hers. She groaned in delight. He felt so incredibly good. She wanted to rub against him. He kissed her shoulder and then made his way down her spine, dropping his lips to her back every inch. And then he went back up to her shoulder again.

The minute either of them touched her clit, she’d climax screaming.

Boyd leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to get undressed now. Deacon might play a little bit.”

Deacon brushed his hands from her shoulders to her belly in one stroke. She fairly trembled in anticipatory glee as his hands inched toward her pussy.

Before his fingers made it anywhere close to her clit, Boyd kissed her belly again. He lowered his mouth, and the sudden lick to her clit felt like she’d been burned. She squealed and wished he’d put his mouth on her.

Deacon pushed his fingers into her pussy. God help her, she rode them for a few strokes before he pulled them out again. He put the juice he’d gathered along her anal hole. Boyd took another surprise lick and her knees nearly folded.

He moved away from her, and she soon heard Deacon open a condom package. He came back quickly, and she suddenly felt cool lube in her derriere hole and his cock nudging its way into her ass.

She relaxed her body, bent over, and felt for Boyd’s shoulders to steady herself.

He helped place her hands on his shoulders, and steadied her as Deacon slowly thrust his cock all the way into her ass. In the darkness of the blindfold, and with only her remaining senses to guide her, Jessica she thought she might be able to come from the anal sex alone. Her arousal level was peaking.

All of a sudden, Boyd licked her clit again, and she squeaked in delight. Deacon started moving in and out of her ass with his cock penetrating and retreating. He moved slowly at first, then gained some speed.

In her sheltered world, Jessica reveled in the heightened sensations racing through her body. Boyd stopped licking her clit, and moved his body up hers. She straightened, and he pressed his body to hers. He soon angled his cock at the entrance to her pussy and thrust deeply. His unexpected growl with each thrust in and out of her pussy was the sexiest noise she’d ever heard.

Ten seconds later, Jessica was consumed by lust as the combined thrusting of her men brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure. She shouted something inarticulate as her pussy clamped down hard on Boyd’s cock.

The repeated clenching soon had both her men thrusting harder. Soon they each expressed their respective releases. Deacon was first with a low howl from behind. Seconds later a guttural noise of satisfaction from Boyd came from the direction of her front.

Life didn’t get any better than this.

Jessica suspected that if she dared remove the blindfold, she’d find herself standing directly in the center of the Stadium stage. And remarkably enough, today was the first time she wasn’t alarmed or self-conscious or frightfully paralyzed about it. She even allowed the scandalous possibility that someone might be watching her at this very minute.

A warm feeling of satisfaction raced through her system at the idea that she might just conquer this unreasonable fear after all. And thanks to her clever husbands for putting a blindfold on her to ease her worst fear, it might not take fifty years for her to face this particular demon.

Epilogue

Clay marched over to the Stadium building angry with himself that he’d left the papers for the cell tower application in his private box. They needed to be turned in tomorrow morning before noon or the construction of the tower in their northwest corner would be delayed.

Tired of cellular reception being so shitty on their land on any given day, Clay had contacted one of the local phone companies about having a cell tower put on the DRMC property. As it turned out the company already had a program set up for tower placement on private land. Clay was jubilant for the project to begin, but it wouldn’t happen without the damned paperwork that he’d forgotten.

He unlocked the door leading to his private box from the garage level. He then climbed the stairs to his box two at a time and opened the door.

The spill of lights from the window coming from the Stadium stage area startled him for a moment.
What the hell?
Did someone forget to turn the central stage lights off last time they were all here?

Without flipping the switch to turn his overhead lights on, Clay stepped over to the viewing window and looked down. He saw an elaborately decorated stage complete with three familiar people behind several curtains of wispy fabric. They were right in the middle of a beautiful sexual threesome. Jessica moved, suddenly arching her back against Deacon’s chest in obvious ecstasy. Clay’s mouth fell open.

It took his brain a beat or two to ponder why they were currently down there. Then it hit him.
Fuck
. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Deacon and Boyd had asked him last week not to come to the Stadium on a particular night this week. He obviously hadn’t planned on being here tonight. And he’d totally forgotten about their request.

Now that he’d seen them so rapturously engaged on the platform below, he couldn’t seem to control the urge to watch the three of them make love to each other just for a minute. His attention shifted to Jessica.

Clay knew that she had a horrid case of stage fright. Deacon and Boyd hadn’t mentioned this informational tidbit. Jessica had told him in passing during the long chat they’d shared when he helped her take down the idiot who was gunning for her concierge job at the hotel.

His chest suddenly tightened as he watched her being loved by her two men. Her hair so identical to his wife’s, Clay couldn’t stop watching. Just for another minute, and then he’d go.

Blindfolded, Jessica probably wasn’t even aware that she was on the Stadium stage. It was very smart of them to cover her eyes and seduce her. She couldn’t be afraid of the stage if she couldn’t see where she was.

Boyd and Deacon had made so many changes to the Stadium platform, Clay barely recognized it anyway. He also could hardly see through the decorations to watch her. But when he did catch a glimpse of her in various rapturous poses, she was exquisite. It was her luxurious mane of hair, Clay decided, that so mesmerized him and made him unable to turn away.

Jessica’s shiny, brunette hairstyle was so exactly like his wife Larissa’s hair that he didn’t even attempt to stop the twin streaks of water flowing over his lower eyelids. A wispy piece of fabric fell away on the stage right next to them, Suddenly, the trio were completely revealed during the final crescendo of their lovemaking.

Clay watched spellbound as Jessica, doubly penetrated, arched her back in release. Her hair spilled over one shoulder and fell across Deacon’s arm in silken wonder.

He could practically feel the strands of silken locks caressing his skin. “Larissa, my love. I’m so sorry,” he whispered with tormented sadness.

Memories suddenly assaulted him one after another. Larissa smiling. Arching her back against his chest. The spill of her smooth glossy dark hair against his shoulder as he made love to her. He closed his eyes and braced a hand on the glass, but the images still bombarded him. He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head to make them dissipate.

He didn’t know how long he stood there before he got himself back under control. His eyes opened again. Deacon, Boyd, and Jessica were still panting. They separated all of a sudden and fell onto a strategically placed bed in the fantasy sultan’s boudoir.

Clay wiped a hand slowly down his face. Perhaps he’d tormented himself long enough. Was it time to move forward? Uncertainty filled his mind. He slowly backed away from the window, and left his private box without picking up the papers.

THE END

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