Authors: Karen Mercury
Tags: #Romance
Nathan sucked on Julian’s jugular vein. “You’re completely my prisoner. Want me to prove it to you?”
“
Ah
!” Julian jumped at the last spank which resounded in the room with a sharp crack. He had no chance to respond, for Nathan yanked down his jeans and briefs in one ferocious motion. Before Julian even had a chance to waddle away or trip over his own pants, Nathan had withdrawn another item from the Kokopelli box—the lifelike silicone penis Xandra had toyed with in the blackmail video. As it turned out, she’d brought that from Charleston with her, too, and in a flash Nathan had the implement oiled up and wedged a couple inches up Julian’s sweet ass.
“See?” Nathan said triumphantly, noting that Julian’s erect dong only pulsated more urgently now. “You’re pinned here now. I’ve got you between my thighs like a fucking stallion, and I’m screwing you up the ass with this giant dildo.” He corkscrewed the rubbery penis even farther up Julian’s rectum, satisfied when Julian gyrated his hips with pleasure. “There’s not a thing you can do about it.”
Julian leaned on his palms on the sideboard, his thighs were spread, and Nathan now greased up his erection and fondled his balls. Yet Julian still found the nerve to protest, “You’ve got me pinned. Who’s to say I like it? I’d rather be fucking your wife’s juicy cunt than shooting into your greasy fist.”
Nathan couldn’t tolerate being taunted like this—not now, not after such a glorious endorphin rush of a jump. He released Julian’s cock and moved around his backside to shove the dildo even more firmly up against his prostate, jiggling it around where he knew it had the best effect. His greasy hand smacked the bare ass, the cracks sharper as he left raised marks on the creamy skin. His own cock bulged so insistently he was afraid he’d bust the buttons at his crotch. He was glad he had that dildo or he would’ve come a long time ago inside Julian’s hot ass.
“Oh yeah? I’ll tell you who can fuck my wife’s cunt.”
Smack
. “Not you, you whining, pathetic,
submissive
bottom.”
Smack
.
There was a sudden rush of icy air, and both men swiveled their heads toward the front door.
“Is that so?” Xandra looked fresh and saucy as ever with her fur-lined hood framing her glowing face. She had an impudent hand on her hip. “
You
tell everyone when they can fuck your wife? Shouldn’t your
wife
be the only one to have a say in that?”
“Xandra,” gasped Nathan. He was not ashamed that his wife was watching him slide a dildo up another man’s ass. Her gleaming eyes told him that was not the issue. He was just ashamed he’d been caught pretending he had a say over her body. “Did you take care of your sister’s problem?”
* * * *
Glad to be free of her sister’s harebrained problems, Xandra approached the cabin. She couldn’t wait for their new cabin—which she’d secretly been calling a “chalet” named the Bait and Switch to make it sound ritzy—to be built. But they’d have to wait till the final snowmelt to break ground, and the three of them had just been spending time designing it. Julian in particular had a very good aesthetic sensibility, although he hated it if they chalked it up to his sensitive Navajo heritage. He told them what he wanted was a “mountain Craftsman” style home, with a river rock fireplace, built-in bookshelves, and hand-painted kitchen tiles. The chalet would be situated within walking distance of the lodge, and far away enough where they could see some of the spires they enjoyed jumping from.
They had funded their new chalet with coin money. Nathan’s friend Adrian Kinsey had discerned that their coin was indeed the fabled sixth 1913 nickel that was said to exist. Because no one could trace it back to any owner—just anecdotal evidence that an early owner had a leather-bound case made for the five nickels with an extra slot for a sixth one—the coin was deemed Xandra’s because it had been found in her photograph. Javier “Slippery Fish” had nothing to say about it, having since been coincidentally arrested for a myriad of crimes unrelated to the coin, and he wouldn’t be seen for a long, long time.
Xandra deposited her backpack on the foyer floor and went toward her men, unzipping her parka and flinging it aside. “Shouldn’t your
wife
be the only one to have a say in that?” she accused her husband, who after all was fucking another man up the ass with
her
dildo.
It was not an unpleasant—or unexpected—sight. Julian was nearly completely nude, and his shiny cock stood out sharply at a right angle. Xandra knew Julian loved being used and abused by her brutish husband. Now that Nathan had regained his mojo and wasn’t afraid of hurting Julian or her, he was really testing his boundaries. She saw from Julian’s reddened ass that Nathan hadn’t lost any time in smacking the attractive bottom, and Nathan’s own packed crotch bulged obscenely.
Nathan’s brutal demeanor began to evaporate and shrivel once Xandra had bounded over, stripping off her sweater and the underlying spandex shirt. “Ah, of course you should be the only one allowed to dictate who gets to use your pussy,” he said, cowed.
She lectured him while stripping off her pants, shoes, socks. “And what’s this I see? You think you can just buttfuck Julian with
my
dildo? You know what I’m going to do?”
Nathan shook his head like a little boy.
Her sports bra was the last to go, and she stood before her raunchy husband in all her naked glory. “I’m going to take you at your word. Julian said he’d rather be fucking my juicy cunt.” She thrust her lower jaw out at Nathan, proud that she could finally play their games along with the best of them. She took a superior thrill in the way all the color drained from Nathan’s face—his hand holding the dildo even slid from Julian’s ass. “Well, then. I’m going to give Julian what he wants.”
She squeezed her naked body between the sideboard and Julian’s hot, greasy body. His oily cock was heavy and veined, the glans purplish in its urgency to spend. She captured the prick between her nude thighs and brushed her lips against Julian’s. “Hey, handsome,” she whispered.
“Is it all right?” he whispered back.
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” And Xandra lifted one foot to hitch it behind Julian’s knee, plunging his cock up her pussy.
He uttered one low moan, and she felt a shudder wrack his entire body.
She had presumed Julian meant her pregnancy status. Her period had stopped a couple of months ago, and everyone including Cass was surprised because Xandra had thought she was infertile. Long-time abuse by Javier had created scar tissue, a gynecologist had told her, making it well nigh to impossible for her to become pregnant. So she’d never used protection with her men. Once she confirmed she was indeed pregnant and no one could figure out which man was the father, they’d thrown all caution to the wind. It would be obvious enough when the boy was born, and after that, the men would take turns fathering and wearing condoms. Julian seemed more eager than Nathan to become a father, but Nathan was older. For now, it had to be left up to fate.
With one great swivel of his hips, Julian seated himself deep inside her. She was so limber she could practically wedge one ankle over his shoulder, allowing him complete access to her. “See?” she breathed, licking Julian’s lips. “Nathan doesn’t dictate the terms of my pussy.
I
do.”
When Julian pulled his cock out on a backswing with his beautiful hips, Xandra watched as Nathan spanked his ass again. She felt Julian’s cock twitch every time Nathan slapped him, and she knew by Julian’s shudders and gulps that being swatted made him even hornier.
“You might dictate the terms of your pussy,” Nathan seethed, certain and full of himself again, “but
I
dictate the terms of this sweet ass.”
Xandra clutched Julian’s shoulder and craned her neck to watch. There was nothing more erotic than watching her husband screw the game warden, especially if she was on the receiving end of Julian’s prick. “Do it,” she urged, her heart speeding up with anticipation. “Plow his sweet, delicious ass.”
If she hitched her chin around Julian’s shoulder she had a good view of the hulking, athletic commando as he penetrated their partner up the ass with his thick penis. Julian flung his head back, allowing it to loll against Nathan’s chest, and she could feel his heart pounding heavily, his prick twitching deep inside of her. Nathan’s nostrils flared as he shoved his cock up his partner’s ass. His lovely, powerful throat was exposed, and he’d even peeled off his shirt to display his hairy pectorals, the nipples stiff like bullets. He loved to rub his naked chest against Julian’s bare back as he fucked him, and now was no exception.
Every time Nathan swiveled his hips to penetrate Julian’s ass, Julian’s prick plunged deeper inside Xandra. It was as though they fucked in tandem, and she could feel Nathan holding back for fear of coming too swiftly. He leaned back on his heavily muscled thighs casually, as though taking the weight of another man were an everyday occurrence, the fingers of one hand even diddling Julian’s nipple. He plowed Julian slowly, languidly, closed eyelids fluttering, fucking him with an inner concentration.
A devilish wave overcame Xandra. She dipped her head to suckle at Julian’s other nipple, and the poor man cried out in true ecstasy now. “Fuck me, Julian,” she urged between sucks. “Fuck me deep and hard. I want to feel you splash my cervix with your explosion.”
Julian instantly did her bidding, swiveling his hips with determination now. He pistoned her so strongly he nearly bucked her off, and she had to lean back on the sideboard, her palms slapping against the wood. She could barely contain him, the ferocity with which he fucked her now, his pupils like pinpoints, pinning her down with his eyes.
As she had evilly planned, this drove Nathan over the edge. He leaned back even more athletically—she knew because he wanted to watch his cock disappear up Julian’s ass—and began to pump his friend in earnest.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked Julian as he furiously humped her. “I can tell by how you flood me with your seed that it makes you hot to be fucked by Nathan.”
“He’s the best fucker around,” Julian panted with a twinkle in his eye, and discharged inside of her.
His orgasm was so forceful he practically froze for a few moments, his head thrown back, holding his breath. It was fascinating to watch when one wasn’t in the throes of one’s own orgasm. Xandra knew the chain reaction that would ensue. The spasms that rolled through Julian would grip Nathan’s prick around about—
now
. There.
As Julian flooded her with his seed, Nathan was doing the same to Julian. Every inch of Xandra’s skin flushed red with heat and passion to watch the bliss on Nathan’s face as he came inside their partner. She saw wave after wave of orgasm displayed in his rapturous face, his hips twitching as he bounced Julian’s ass up and down on his cock.
Julian released his breath first, collapsing onto Xandra’s torso, panting heavily, almost hoarse. Nathan still pumped his jism into Julian, leaning back impressively like a shot putter, every muscle in his torso standing out in bas-relief. Xandra was fascinated, and didn’t mind if she insulted Julian by peeking around his shoulder.
“He’s pumping you full of his jizz,” she said lewdly.
“Good.” Julian breathed moisture against her shoulder. “So fucking good.”
When at last Nathan allowed himself to breathe, giving Julian his last few muscular thrusts before slipping out of him and staggering backward, Xandra knew it was time to detach. When she came out of the bathroom she grabbed her favorite pink silk robe from her closet and shrugged into it before returning to the living room. Her hand slid across the “on” switch for the gas heater on her way to the other sideboard where they kept booze.
She was so flushed with passionate heat she decided to go out onto the deck. Pregnancy hormones were probably also heating her up. From here she could see the lip, the rim of Prism Canyon where she had married Nathan Horowitz two months earlier, wearing a sheath-like wedding dress with a high lace collar. In the wedding photos, she practically blended in with her snowy surroundings, icing-topped cupcake spires in the background, four-tiered wedding cake in the foreground.
It had been Nathan’s idea to wed. At the ripe age of forty he suddenly seemed to think life was slipping past him—that he had to grab it by the horns and take charge. Xandra wasn’t feeling in any particular hurry, but once Nathan had popped the question she had been so emotional and sappy she had opted for a traditional wedding, with her father Dennis and all of her sisters flying out for the week. In fact, between her, Doug Ostrovsky, and the late Wanda Burns, relatives she’d never remotely heard of came out of the woodwork.
Xandra had been a bit worried what citizens around the Triple Play and Bird in Hand would think when she moved permanently into the cabin with not only her new husband but their close friend, Sergeant Julian Longtree. Of course Julian was still gone quite a bit of the time, out in the field arresting poachers, meth heads, and pigeon-kickers. But it was obvious to anyone within a hundred mile radius what their relationship was.
The sliding glass door closed behind Nathan. He had just donned some light nylon jogging pants, nothing else. After a decade in the blistering equatorial heat, he seemed to thrive in the brisk Utah winter. “I don’t want you jumping anymore, not until after the baby,” he commanded. “
Well
after the baby.”