Authors: Renee Field
Tasha fought not to blush more. “Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I’m game.”
“You sure about this, Tasha?”
Taking a sip of wine, Tasha flashed a smile at him. “What,
you’re now saying you don’t want me?”
Sawyer took the drink from her hand and leaned close enough
to kiss her. Instead he looked her squarely in the eyes and said, “I’ve had the
biggest hard-on for you for years and the thought of finally touching you, of
finally fucking you…it’s such a turn-on, I could come in my pants like a teen.”
No one had spoken to her like that in years and she immediately
became wet with desire. She licked her lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
She nodded. When his lips grazed hers it felt different from
what she was used to but wonderful at the same time. Sawyer kissed like a man
wanting to get to know a woman. He didn’t rush but he did demand. He’d obviously
shaved this morning and the light scent of his aftershave, which held a hint of
the wild smoky woods, seeped into her already-heightened senses.
She opened her lips more and when his tongue slid inside she
was dizzy with want. His hands had automatically captured her head. She heard
her husband walk into the room and when Sawyer finally broke the kiss he hauled
her onto his lap. The feel of his bulging erection through his jeans excited
her.
“This time when I kiss you I want you to keep your eyes open
and look at your husband.”
Holy shit. His words were so erotic she felt tingles of
desire skid everywhere. He repositioned her on his lap so she’d have a perfect
view of Mack watching her get kissed senseless by him and the heated look
coming from her husband had the domino effect Sawyer had intended. Two guys
wanting her made her feel sexy as hell and powerful. Letting her hands fly
across Sawyer’s bare back, she ensured Mack had a damn good view of how low her
hands could go.
Mack moved closer and Tasha noticed her breathing pick up
even more. Without speaking he unhooked her swimming bra and Sawyer moved
enough for him to remove it from her body. Instead of feeling cold, heat poured
into her. Mack bent and nuzzled the back of her neck while Sawyer pulled his
attention from her lips to capture her breasts.
“These are fucking beautiful,” said Sawyer.
“They are, aren’t they?” answered Mack, his voice a low
rumble as he kissed her sensitive earlobe.
“You’re so wet, Tasha. You like this?”
She nodded.
“Answer me.”
She gulped as passion flared low and warm all over her. Seeing
this side of her husband excited the hell out of her. “Yes, I like it.”
“Ah, darlin’, like it or love it?” asked Sawyer, who had
lifted his head for a moment from her nipple to look her in the eyes and watch
her expression.
“Love it,” she whispered, leaning back more to let Mack add
another finger to her core.
“I knew you would.” His smug answer made her smile more.
They were pleasing her but they were being playful about it.
“I think you should taste her for yourself,” said Mack, who
proceeded to remove his fingers and from the licking sounds coming from behind
her she knew Mack tasted her juices.
“Stand up, honey, and strip,” ordered Mack.
Sawyer helped her get to her feet. With all the passion
running amok through her system her legs were a little unsteady. She giggled
when she almost tumbled but Mack’s strong hands kept her steady.
“Take them off,” he repeated.
Tasha hooked her thumbs on the inside of her swimming bottom
and slowly pulled it down. She was pleased she’d shaved yesterday and this
morning because the sight of her bare pussy had her husband growling.
“Holy fuck that’s beautiful,” said Mack, who placed his hand
possessively over her bare mound the minute she’d slipped off her panties.
Sawyer rubbed his hand over the bulging erection clearly
outlined in his jeans.
“I’m so hard,” he said.
“That makes two of us.”
“Doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked and you guys aren’t.”
Tasha was pleased her voice didn’t waver.
“Well what do you think, Mack? Is that pretty little wife of
yours ready for the both of us?”
Her husband laughed. “Oh yeah. She’s ready.”
That was all that needed to be said. Mack kept his hand firmly
over her mound as if he wasn’t ready to share all of her with Sawyer but Tasha
didn’t mind. She leaned back and felt the heat from his naked chest. He still
wore his jeans but Sawyer had stood up, demanding her attention.
She licked her lips in sweet anticipation.
Damn, he really
shouldn’t grin. I’m likely to come if he does it again.
He unbuttoned his
jeans and then stepped out of them. Black, tight briefs did nothing to hide his
raging erection. He grinned more, quickly discarded them and then took his cock
in his hand as if he was mighty proud of that member, which he should be. Tasha
grinned. His cock was thick and long. She couldn’t wait to wrap her own hand
around him. His balls hung heavy and low below and she anticipated licking
them.
“Not yet, darlin’. I get to taste you first. Right, Mack?”
“Oh yeah,” said Mack, who then moved his hand off her pussy.
She heard him unzip his jeans and then felt the full impact of her sexy husband
as he molded his form to her backside. His thick leg hair brushing her
sensitive calves was totally erotic. His thick, hard erection pressed tightly
against her. Sawyer forced her legs apart and she was glad she had Mack’s
support at her back because the minute Sawyer’s tongue licked her cunt her legs
wobbled.
“Don’t forget our rule,” said Mack as his hands played with
her already sensitive nipples.
The rule? She tried to recall that, but thinking proved
impossible. Sawyer sucked on her wet pussy and Mack teased her nipples to hard
points while his hard-on rubbed up against her ass and backside. All of the
sensations were overloading her. Plus it was broad daylight and even though
their living room overlooked the forest, the element of public display added an
extra edge to it. Sawyer groaned and dipped a finger into her slickened pussy.
“Oh my god, you taste divine!” said Sawyer.
She looked down and shouldn’t have. His blue eyes were full
of desire plus the sight of his twitching cock almost undid her. He grinned and
then molded his face to her pussy again. What he had been doing before with
slow licks and sucking had been wonderful but now Sawyer tongue-fucked her
pussy like a man out to make her scream in ecstasy.
“Open your legs more and bend over a bit,” said her husband.
She complied and let Mack position her hands on Sawyer’s
shoulders. She used one hand to play with his hair, loving the silkiness. Mack
kept his hair military cut so the contrast on her fingers was electrifying. The
two men certainly knew what they were doing. In this position Mack’s cock made
the perfect fit to rim her cheeks while Sawyer’s mouth and fingers played with
her pussy as if there were no tomorrow. She sensed the orgasm building deep
within her and when her husband tweaked her right nipple while Sawyer sucked
hard on her clit she flew over the edge. She clutched Sawyer’s shoulders as
waves of climax washed over her. The entire time Mack didn’t let up on tweaking
her nipple. Pain and pleasure merged and she groaned loudly.
Sawyer finally withdrew his mouth and fingers from her
dripping wet pussy. He moved up her body like a man well pleased. That was certainly
how she felt. The orgasm that had racked her body left her more than satisfied
and slightly weak.
“Beautiful. Thank you,” said Sawyer.
She let his lips claim hers, tasting her own salty essence,
which made her hot all over again.
“Yeah, that was beautiful but, honey, I didn’t tell you that
you could come.”
Mack’s deep, low voice caused her to shiver. “You disobeyed
my orders. It’s time for your punishment.”
Mack’s cock pulsed. He was so hard he wondered for a second
if he should give in and come so they could get on to round two of their fun.
He’d mastered control of his body long ago and wasn’t about to not play his
part. And play like this didn’t come along every day. Watching Sawyer fuck his
wife with his mouth had been a major turn-on. And now, knowing he’d get to
smack her sweet ass for disobeying him had his cock leaking pre-cum.
Jesus, get a grip.
He led her to their bedroom. Sawyer was right behind them.
One look at Sawyer and he knew they were in a similar predicament—both hard and
ready to explode.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
She did, but instead of giving him her ass, she lay on her
back. That wouldn’t do. “Get on your knees.”
“Ah, we haven’t talked about protection,” said Tasha,
raising herself up to her elbows.
“I’ve got you covered,” said Sawyer, producing a box of
condoms he’d obviously brought upstairs with him. “I know Mack’s been fixed but
I’ll use a condom.”
“Damn straight you will,” answered Mack. “Now, honey, get on
those knees.”
She gave him a long, questioning look.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
She licked her lips and gave them both a thorough look. “No
way.”
She did as instructed but he wanted more. “Lift that ass up
more, honey.”
She turned her head and he thoroughly enjoyed her flushed
face.
“Oh, darlin’, I’m totally in love with this look,” said
Sawyer, who flashed Mack a smile.
Mack knew that smile. It was Sawyer’s “let the games begin”
grin he’d known for years.
Without giving her time to wonder, Mack slapped his wife’s
ass hard. She yelped.
“One.”
He repeated his actions twice more and each time he followed
a slap with a long lazy stroke of her wet pussy. The fact his wife’s cunt got
wetter told him she liked his actions even though she thought she shouldn’t.
“How many more?” asked his wife.
He loved how breathless she sounded. “Two,” he replied,
plunging a finger deep into her cunt. He withdrew and slapped her ass twice
more in quick succession and then rubbed it. Her bright pink bottom was sexy as
hell. He leaned over her. “Now you will remember. You come when I let you.”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I come when you let me,” she said through pants.
“That’s good. Sawyer, come over here. I’m going to watch my
wife blow you.”
“Now that sounds like a good plan,” said Sawyer.
“On your knees, honey, and suck him good. I’m going to watch.
But when you’re done I’m fucking you hard, you naughty little thing.”
She did as instructed with a wide smile on her face. Sawyer
brought his cock to her lips and the sight of his wife’s mouth kissing his
buddy’s dick, electrified him. Then she leaned in more and totally engulfed his
cock. Sawyer groaned.
The sucking sound his wife’s pretty little mouth made as she
drew Sawyer’s shaft deep almost made him come. He slid a hand lower to tweak
her nipple. She kept her focus on Sawyer and Mack watched his buddy thrust his
pelvis up as Tasha pulled Sawyer’s cock deep inside with those sexy, kissable
lips of hers.
A few minutes later Sawyer groaned and gripped Tasha’s head.
“Ah man, I’m going to come.” Sawyer removed his shaft from Tasha’s firm grasp
and fisted his cock in his hands and came with a groan. His cum leaked all over
his chest.
Tasha handed him a tissue and kissed him while he cleaned
up. The two kissed long and hard. Mack used that time to get his emotions under
control. He moved up behind her, took his cock in his hand and bent her slightly.
Then he drove his shaft deep inside his wife’s cunt. She mewled in delight and
angled more so he could go deeper.
“While I fuck you, you get to kiss him.”
She heard him and he thrust deep. Mack trusted Sawyer’s
hands would keep Tasha upright so he used that to pound deep and fast inside
his wife. Within seconds he sensed her pussy muscles clamp around his shaft.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched Sawyer move a hand lower to play with
his wife’s swollen clit. They were still kissing long and hard but Tasha panted
more.
“Can I come?”
“Oh yeah, hon, I think you deserve it.”
Mack picked up his rhythm and pounded into her. Tasha
clutched at Sawyer’s head as they kissed but Mack knew Sawyer’s fingers were
giving his wife’s clit a good play. Within seconds Tasha crested. Her orgasm
gripped his cock and he quickly followed suit.
Sawyer picked up Tasha to tuck her into the bed. She was
putty in his hands.
“I had no idea this would be so much fun,” she said as he
got into bed behind her while Mack washed up in the bathroom.
Mack returned with a cloth, and with a little coaxing urged
his wife to lower the duvet and spread her legs. The intimate details of sex,
like the before with the rustling of clothing as they were slowly removed, to
this, when partners needed to clean up, were the aspects he enjoyed the most.
“May I?” asked Sawyer, welcoming the cloth from Mack’s
hands.
Mack scooted to the other side of his wife and kissed her.
Sawyer used that distraction to spread her knees a little more. She was still
spent from the two orgasms and her muscles were nice and relaxed. Sawyer slid
the lukewarm cloth over her pink and still-swollen pussy. He didn’t apply too
much pressure and his gentleness got him rewarded when she moaned.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, taking his turn in the
washroom for a quick cleanup. He crawled back into bed but not before stealing
Tasha’s lips for a long kiss. Mack played with his wife’s nipples and goose
bumps formed on her skin from the cool air. She hadn’t tucked herself back
under the covers and he wondered if Mack had ordered her to stay put.
“Why don’t we let her rest and rustle up some supper. I’ve
got a mighty appetite after that break.”
“I’m okay. I can fix us something.”
Sawyer leveraged himself over her so he could feel the crush
of her large breasts push into his chest. “You, darlin’, get to rest. Us men
are cooking tonight. And trust me, you’re going to need all the rest you can
get. That was round one and there’s lots of hours left in the day.”
“Sweet Jesus, this might just kill me,” said Tasha with a
giggle.
“Hon, rest. I’ve got lots more in store for your wild
weekend. Don’t forget that was the first bottle from that spice rack. Sawyer
gets to pick the next bottle.”
Sawyer thought it cute when Tasha blushed. After all they’d
done she was still new to the sport of ménage play and he liked it that way.
Mack tucked his wife under the duvet and before Sawyer’s
cock sprang to action again he urged him out of the room. They didn’t speak as
they made their way to the living room to quickly put on their pants.
Then they got to work cooking steaks on the barbeque. Tasha
had already made a garden salad and Sawyer found the wine Mack wanted to open.
They set the table and a few minutes later Tasha walked downstairs. This time
she wasn’t wearing her sexy red bikini but a long, sheer black teddy.
“I think, Mack, your wife is trying to kill me.”
Tasha giggled and then twirled around. Mack and he groaned
when they got a good look at her G-string through the sheer material. Her
bottom, still splotchy from her spanking, made him hard. Recalling how high in
the air her ass had been made his cock swell more with need.
“I say forget the supper and let’s go straight for the
dessert.”
“And what would that be?” asked Tasha as she gave him a
long, lazy look that had his balls tightening.
“Keep it up, Tasha, and I’ll sit you on this table, spread
your legs and eat that pussy of yours until you scream for me to let you come.
And if I know Mack, he’s going to deny you for a good long while. Am I right,
Mack?”
Mack moved forward and cupped his wife’s breasts in both
hands. “Oh, honey, you are
sooo
damn naughty. Don’t tempt me.”
“Me, tempt you? Never,” she said, playfully scooting around
his side to take a chair. She sipped her wine like a lady but Sawyer knew
underneath lived a sexy wild woman in heat.
Tasha felt well-loved and sexy as hell. They’d each taken
turns feeding her and she loved it. Between being plied with food, Sawyer had
moved his chair closer so his fingers could play with her body and he certainly
wasn’t shy. At the moment his fingers were sliding through her drenched pussy
causing her to squirm on her chair.
“You having fun over there with my wife?” asked Mack, with a
knowing look that had Tasha playfully batting her eyes at him.
“Oh he’s been playing me all night,” said Tasha.
“Oh baby, I’m so ready,” said Mack, moving out of his chair.
Like a gentleman he eased her out of her chair to the living room, but not
before pushing her hand against his rock-hard erection. Even through his jeans
she felt his shaft buck from her touch.
“Are you as hard, Sawyer?” asked Tasha, loving playing the
tease.
“Harder,” answered Sawyer as he rubbed his own erection.
“So what should we do?” asked Mack, and the merriment in his
eyes made her heart seem light. While this weekend was supposed to be all about
her wants and desires, her husband needed this too. Getting to play out your
fantasizes in a safe environment, when the needs of all of them were being
considered, made Mack the fun guy to be around. Lately she hadn’t seen this
side of him. Between work and the demands of the children he’d become a bit of
a bear. Now though her bear planned to frolic.
“Sawyer, it’s your turn to pick a bottle from the spice
rack,” said Mack.
Tasha wet her lips and watched Sawyer pick up a vial. He
took out the small note and grinned before reading it out loud.
“To test how much your lover knows you—one of you must be blindfolded,”
read Sawyer, quickly adding, “That would be you, Tasha.”
Blindfolded?
She gulped. Trusting the men explicitly
was one thing but having her sight taken from her when she longed to take her
fill of the men, another. But this was part of the game.
Mack ran upstairs and returned within seconds with one of
his black ties. “We’ll use this.”
“Shouldn’t we do this upstairs?” asked Tasha, taking a sip
of wine for courage.
Sawyer didn’t speak as he took the tie from Mack and moved
toward her. She sat in her favorite wingback chair. He tilted up her head and
proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. “We’re going to do this right here. I want
you to spread your legs over the sides of this chair and make yourself come for
us. But first we’re going to play with you and you have to guess whose hands
are on you.”
Sweet Jesus.
Tasha squirmed with unbridled desire.
What he asked was a fantasy she’d had for years. She’d be in control but
knowing two men were watching her play with herself was so provocative she
almost jumped off the chair.
“I love the idea of watching you come, hon,” said Mack. “I
wonder if you’ll be able to tell whose hands are touching you.”
“Want to make a bet?” asked Sawyer.
Mack looked at Sawyer. “I’m pretty confident my wife will know
my fingers.”
“Then be the man and name your price.”
“Hot damn, you’re on. Money or something else?”
“I’m going for the something else,” said Sawyer, rubbing his
cock.
“Name your something else,” said Mack.
“You sure about that?” asked Sawyer, which made Mack pause.
Mack nodded. Sawyer grinned. Then he turned and took a sip
of his wine and looked at her. He moved closer and undid the first tie on her
nightie.
“If I win I get to fuck your pretty little wife on my own.”
“Fuck,” said Mack.
Sawyer turned toward his friend. “You normally state the rules
upfront and you didn’t this time but if it makes you uncomfortable…”
“No, I’m in and you’re right. Normally, Tasha, we list all
the rules. Sawyer pulled the ace card. If he wins are you okay with him taking
you on your own?”
Win? Tasha didn’t think she could lose with this bet. “I’m
game.”
“And I’m trusting you to win,” said Mack. That edge to his
voice turned her on.
She nodded. Using the necktie as a blindfold, Sawyer expertly
covered her eyes. Her senses immediately jumped to life. Sawyer stepped back
and she had to rely on her hearing to sense movement. Someone grabbed her hands
and hauled her up out of the chair. The hands seemed to be Mack’s but she
wasn’t sure. Standing upright with her eyes covered was disorienting. Someone’s
lips brushed hers and she leaned forward only to give a yelp when someone’s
mouth latched onto her right nipple. The sheer fabric did nothing to stop her
ache as she felt the wetness of a mouth suck on her breast. Using her hands,
she attempted to bring her breasts up but someone’s hand locked hers in place.
“No touching us. We sample you.” That commanding voice
belonged to her husband.
“We’re both going to take turns touching you and when we’re
done tell us who was the first and the second. But we’re not kissing your
lips—that would be a dead giveaway. We’re going to wait a few minutes and then
begin the game.”