Authors: Jessa Hawke
When I first awake it takes me a moment to realise where I am, but when I see Nyle, peaceful and relaxed with his face next to mine, all the memories from the night before come flooding back. It really happened and it wasn't a dream, I had been sexually satisfied by two handsome dudes, and I’m the happiest woman in the world.
I feel a hand on my ass cheek and look over my shoulder to see Luke, with a huge grin on his face.
“Morning baby,” he says. “You recovered from last night’s adventures yet?”
“Hmm, what a night, Luke. Thank you, thank you so very much,” I turn over and hug him, “this is just what we needed, to spice up our relationship.”
I can feel his erection pressing against my leg as we hold each other, and I can’t help myself but to let my hand wander down, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing hard. It’s so stiff and unbending, like a rod of iron. I patter my fingertips along its length, until I reach the smooth mushroom head, it’s already leaking a little pre-cum and I rub my fingertips in it, smearing it over the tip.
“Hello big boy,” I whisper in his ear. “What’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?”
“Looking for a nasty girl like you to fuck,’ he says, laughing, before forcing me over onto my back as he quickly climbs on top of me and slipping between my legs. His erection presses against my mons, which is already moist from our fondling.
I quickly look over to my side at Nyle, and see his eyes still closed, his breathing rhythmic, I can’t believe he’s still asleep, but I’m a little relieved. As much as I loved last night, I’m not sure I can handle them both this morning.
Though, my arousal levels are increasing rapidly, I never was one for early morning sex, but with last night’s session is still firmly in my mind. I’m about to be fucked, while another man is fast asleep at my side, this gives me a wonderful thrill. A thrill that increases tenfold as Luke slowly slips his stiff cock into my wet and welcoming pussy, until he is fully embedded deep inside of me. His cock seems so much thicker than usual, and it stretches me to my limit. He’s fully inside of me now, the end of his cock pressing against that wonderful spot deep that always drives me crazy with pleasure, and I grind my hips up and down, greedily pressing against it. He stays like that, his thick cock buried inside of me, as we both take a moment to luxuriate in the pleasure that our coupling gives us. I look up at him and see his face has a blissful and satisfied smile, and it makes me feel really good, knowing I’m giving him so much pleasure. A pleasure that I share, being filled to my limit and pressed beneath this hunky and muscular man.
Luke starts to slowly pull out, almost all the way, and I squeeze the muscles inside of me, gripping his erection. I quiver inside in anticipation, as he leaves just the tip inside, and then rams hard and fast into me. Once again, I’m pinned down by his beautiful cock. He continues like this, slowly withdrawing, before hammering back into me. I stretch my legs as wide as I can, to accommodate him. I’m enjoying myself so much that I completely forgot that we had someone else in bed with us. My eyes had been clamped shut whilst I enjoyed my boyfriends fucking, but a sudden movement on the bed brings Nyle back to my attention. I open my eyes to see him kneeling, just behind Luke, his face is strained and lustful and from the way he’s moving his body, it’s clear that he’s penetrating Luke’s ass. These things are still coming as a shock to me, seeing these two guys, one I’ve known for years, having sex with each other. But, what does it matter, it makes Luke happy? It doesn’t bother me at all, in fact, it just bumps up my arousal levels to a new height, as I think of Luke fucking me, and Nyle fucking him.
It’s a little difficult at first, but we soon all manage to get into a mutual rhythm with each other. As Nyle pushes inside of Luke, this causes him to press deep and hard into me, making me feel like he’s splitting me in two. It hurts, but I love it, the pain only increases the pleasure that my body is feeling, elevating my levels of lust and passion. I’m finding out so much about myself that I never knew, pain is something that never interested me before, but in my lust filled state, it is a huge turn on.
If anyone walks into the room now, they would witness quite a debauched scene, me pressed underneath two men, as we all fuck together in our strange coupling. Yet, this will save my relationship with Luke, so how can that ever be considered a bad thing.
Already my orgasm is building up inside of me and I’m almost at the point of no return, Luke’s cock is driving me wild as I buck up and down, like a wild animal and my wet pussy slips easily up and down his length. I shout and scream obscenities, like a woman possessed and not caring if the guests in other rooms can hear me, I just needed my release. Luke and Nyle are also grunting out noises of lust, and it seems obvious that they are close too. There’s a sudden swelling in my pussy as Luke shoots his seed into me and pushes me over the edge as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure floods through my body. I convulse and writhe beneath him. I can hear Nyle cry out in his own passion as he cums deep into Luke’s ass. The violence of his thrusting into Luke, presses my Luke deeper inside of me, and I’m pinned down by both men, as their orgasms explodes through their bodies.
We all three lie like that, me pinned between them both, breathing heavily against Luke’s chest, crushed by their weight, but too exhausted to move. Eventually, they both climb off me and lay either side, each one draping their arms over my body as I lie there, feeling satisfied and content, safe in the arms of my two lovers.
We lie there like that for a while, no one feeling the need to talk. The last twelve hours have been pretty intense for all of us, and now we’re happy to just relax in each others company.
Nyle broke the silence, sitting up suddenly and declaring that he’s hungry.
“Anyone for breakfast?” he asks, while picking up the phone and dialing room service.
I went about my working week with a smile on my face, feeling much happier with life. It’s not that we’ve started having sex every night, no, we’ve been together too long for that. Luke has just shown me that he loves me deeply, by sharing his personal self with me. Showing me that our time together, isn’t over. He’s just made our relationship stronger and I feel so much more happier and satisfied now.
Luke and I play like a normal couple throughout the week. We go to work and we act respectable, paying our bills just like any other couple in the whole of America. Then at the weekend it all changes, with our little tryst that includes our handsome next door neighbor. Luke has thought up some imaginative scenarios for our get together, and rarely is one weekend like another.
This weekend is a little different though as we’re having a small party, with many of the guests being Luke’s friends. I’m having a great time, although I’m not sure what the occasion is, but Luke seems really happy tonight. I try to press him on it, but he just smiles at me, telling me to, “wait and see.” I watch him as he mingles amongst his friends, many of whom have brought their own girlfriends along. Maybe their relationships are like mine and Luke’s, but I daren’t ask them outright. I can’t help but look at some of the men with lustful thoughts in my head.
There are a few of my old friends here too. Though not many, as I’ve lost contact with most of them, but I still have a few that I see occasionally, and they had been invited to Luke’s little gathering. I’m chatting with one of them, laughing and having a real good time, when the music suddenly stops dead. It’s one of those moments whereby, if you’re speaking loudly, then everyone in the room would be able to hear what you’re saying. Thankfully, it wasn’t me.
It’s Luke’s voice I hear over everyone else’s, as he’s tapping the side of his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. It works, as we all look in his direction, I wonder what he’s up to?
“I want to thank all my good friends for coming tonight, this very special night, and I want to thank my girlfriend, Helena, for putting up with me all these years.” He motions for me to come over to him and gives me a big hug. “Helena, my beautiful and loving girlfriend, the time has come when I have to get down on my bended knees and ask you, please be my wife and marry me?”
My hands go to my mouth in shock. This is so unexpected, we had never discussed marriage in all the years together. I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks, messing up my make-up again. At least they’re tears of joy, and not sadness.
“Well?” Luke asks me, “Do you have an answer?”
“Oh, yes I do, Luke,” I say, swinging my body close to his and putting my arms around his neck again. “I would love to be your wife. Yes, yes, yes, I will marry you, my wonderful, wonderful man.”
The whole room erupts in applause as Luke bends his head and kisses me lovingly.
THE END
L
Lady of Scandal
Chapter 1
Bridget sat in peace and quiet in one of the drawing rooms, sewing at her tapestry, one of many. She constantly started new projects, but they quickly became boring. Life had become tediously mundane since her marriage to Mathias. She respected Mathias, he was a wonderful man, but their age difference meant that their interests were incompatible. It was obvious that he had married only because he wanted an heir, but in the three years of being together she had not conceived a child yet.
With a big sigh, she put down her sewing needle and sat back in the chair, to rest her back. Sitting up straight could be such a pain sometimes. Closing her eyes, she wished they could go abroad, or even just visit someone, anything that would get her out of this large, empty house. Of course, the house was beautiful, but all those large portraits of Mathias’s descendants, looming down at her every time she climbed the stairway, could be quite disturbing.
She had wanted to get involved in the running of the land, go out and meet the tenants, but Mathias would not hear of it. He said it was simply not acceptable for a respectable woman to be seen doing such tasks, speaking to men, especially from that social class, without a chaperone it was unheard of. Bridget had believed that getting to know all the tenants was a good idea, but there was nothing modern in her husband’s thinking. Mathias was such a stickler for traditions, and set in his ways. She knew this when she married him, after a brief courtship, but pressure from her mother, who worried she would end up a spinster, had left her feeling she had little choice. Mathias was a good catch there was no denying that, he was rich, very rich in fact, and would provide her with a very comfortable life. Though it was not comfort she required, but excitement and passion.
So many times she had turned down proposals of marriage, one even to a man of the cloth. Foolishly she believed that she would marry for love, not for wealth or to increase her social status. She dreamed it would be a young handsome officer, dashing and romantic but it was not to be. When the local Lord Hexley had asked for her hand in marriage, she felt she had no choice. It was an honor for her family.
Not all of Mathias’s relatives were content with her, but that had never bothered Bridget, let them gossip, they would soon get used to her presence and accept her, eventually. At least marrying an older man meant there were no parents to contend with, just two sisters, one of whom she adored, the other she hated. Mathias was the oldest of them, the youngest was the sister she got along with very well, but the older one was also so set in her ways that she could not ever imagine them liking each other. Unfortunately, Olivia, the friendly one, lived in Bath, many miles away from Derby, whereas Gertrude lived close by on a neighboring estate.
Bridget rose from her chair and pulled the cord to ring the bell and summon the butler, she wanted to order her refreshment for luncheon, though she would be eating alone. She would sit out in the sun, in the beautiful garden. Mathias should be home for dinner, he had gone to visit his sister and Bridget had made excuses of a headache. All the more reason to sit out in the sun. Mason, the butler, arrived and she explained that the maid should serve her luncheon on the patio. He bowed and left. Though the house was full of servants, she still felt alone. Servants were not for socializing with, or having fun, the only person she could rely on for fun was Olivia Fitzwilliam, Mathias’s youngest sister, but it would be weeks before she saw her again.
Her luncheon, although pleasant, was lonely and boring, as it was every day in this huge house. As she ate, she watched Malcolm Scott, the gardener, trimming the hedges with his clippers. The clickety-clack of the metal blades was almost hypnotic and soothed her thoughts.
Mathias would be home for dinner, so Bridget dressed in a more appropriate dinner dress, her husband believed it important to keep up the traditions and dress properly, even if it was just for the benefit of the servants. However, she hated the restrictiveness of formal wear, especially the suffocating boned corset, which Bridget felt was far too restrictive and wore it as little as possible. Most of the time she wore a simple column dress for comfort, because most of the time her husband was not around.
From her drawing room, she heard her husband arrive, it would be ages before his valet had him undressed and ready again for dinner, she may as well go and play some music on the piano. That would help to relax Mathias; he loved to hear her play.
The grand piano was placed in the large reception hallway, as that provided the best acoustics. She would see him come down the large winding staircase, when he was ready. If there was one thing she loved about this house, it was the piano, a beautiful instrument made in Italy and she loved to play it. She sat at the piano and opened the sheet music to a piece she knew her husband enjoyed, and started to play.
He appeared, looking very smart in his dinner jacket. For all he was twenty years her senior, he was still quite a handsome man and impeccably dressed. Charlotte, one of her sisters, was married to a boat builder, and he always smelled of wood shavings. Thankfully, her husband did not smell of cows. He was a tall man, regal looking with a large nose, wide mouth and a shock of silver hair on his head. She stood up to greet him, smiling.
“Darling, I would have been happy to wait until you finished, I like that tune,” he said, holding out his elbow for her to hook into.
“That’s why I played it, Mathias, dear, so you would get a move on, I’m famished.”
Bridget positively refused to sit at the other end of the long, dark table. She had asked the servants to always set her place next to her husband. It had taken him some time to adjust, but he soon saw the sense in it. He was not altogether unapproachable, he simply had too many traditions in his head. She hoped to break them one by one.