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  Still pumping him, I slid to my knees and slowly drew him into my mouth, loving those first salty drops on my tongue, rubbing the slickness over the head and still stroking his shaft. He writhed and thrust his hips at me, moaning my name, twining his hands in my hair as I trailed my tongue around and across the length of him. But I didn’t want to bring him off too fast. He was young and would likely recover quickly enough but Jason wanted to watch him fuck me and I wasn’t about to deny him that. I wasn’t going to deny myself that either. It had been far too long.

  Andrew’s cock twitched against my lips and I closed them around the crown, sliding him slowly into my wet, willing mouth by the barest fractions, feeling his hot flesh meet my hungry tongue. I opened my eyes and looked at my husband, now stroking himself in earnest as he watched me swallow Andrew’s cock, taking him deep into my mouth in long, slow movements. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure at the sight of it.

  And from above me Andrew groaned, “Oh, fuck… Oh, Sara… Oh God, that feels so fantastic!” His fingers massaged my scalp and neck as I savored him. “You’re so fucking good at this… So good…” He was all the way in my mouth, nudging at the back of my throat, my face nestled in the thicket of fragrant, dark curls covering his groin. I breathed him in as he started quivering and gripping my hair and uttering little curses under his breath with every thrust of his shaft, every change in suction.

  After a moment I stopped sucking and gently nuzzled his cock. He was panting and grinning down at me, his hands still wrapped in my hair, pressing me to him as if he was loath to let me go. I stood up and led him to the bed. While he had taken the lead at first, now I took him by the hand and laid him down. His eager eyes never left me, and when I climbed on top of him and rubbed my lips back and forth across his mouth he growled and rolled me under him. Oh, I was going to get it, the fucking I wanted, and I tensed for him to enter me, gripping his forearms and looking into his eyes.

  “My turn,” he said with a grin, that cockiness back again. And down he went, between my thighs in a flash. I didn’t protest. It had been far too long since I felt the delicious agony of a wet mouth bringing me satisfaction. And just as I had hoped, his cheeks were rough against my thighs, making my blood simmer with anticipation.

  At first he only blew on me. I shivered and felt my thighs twitching as he rasped his chin against me and directed his breath on my clit. I moaned and spread for him and he nuzzled next, my skin coming alive as he brushed his face up and down the insides of my legs. I couldn’t take the teasing, not after being so long unfulfilled, so I gripped his head, trying to push him face first into my wetness.

  He merely chuckled and sucked on the skin at the crease of my thigh, his mouth so close, so close, but not quite giving me what I needed. I writhed against him with ragged breath, so sensitive, and he pinned me to the bed so I wouldn’t accidentally kick him as he dipped his tongue into me.

  After so long without, the touch of his tongue was a jolt of electricity. I cried out and only half heard myself begging but he was as teasing in bed as he was out and merely slid one finger into me. It was a delicious taunt and I moaned as he worked it in and out of my cunt. I tried to clench tightly on his finger but he was grazing at sensitive spots inside me, my nerve endings going haywire, and I just let go and enjoyed the sensations, the sparks behind my eyelids as he toyed with me, one finger slipping in and out of my lubricious heat while his tongue lightly explored my folds.

  “She tastes incredible, doesn’t she?” I heard Jason ask from close by, his voice low and controlled. I opened my eyes and saw him standing behind Andrew, cock in his hand, looking at me in a way he had never looked at me before. It was raw and heated and predatory. All of him was stripped away, and realizing that—realizing that in that moment he wasn’t the father of my children or my husband or a respected member of the community, he was only a hard cock and a reptilian brain—resonated with me. And I could be the same—not a wife, not a project manager, just a hungry body on a bed. I could be just my need and my pleasure.

  And when Andrew murmured some incomprehensible response as he probed my lips with his talented tongue, teasing out my nectar, I didn’t struggle to understand him. I stopped worrying about everything but the waves of pleasure I was riding. I concentrated on the elusive friction of his finger inside me and the texture of his tongue and the way that every now and then he slid it into me like a thick little cock, fucking me with it.

  I gasped and thrashed and begged and Andrew gave me what I wanted, taking me deeper into my pleasure. I grabbed his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other, arching against his face, crying out as I was caught in the whirlpool of my orgasm, a pleasurable drowning in the sensations. I barely registered when he crouched over me, kissing me with his talented mouth, his whole face aromatic with my juices, but when he leaned over the side of the bed, searching in his wallet for a condom, I murmured, “Does this mean you’re going to fuck me now?”

  He chuckled and I heard the telltale tearing of the wrapper. “Yes, Sara,” he promised, pausing to suck a taut nipple back into his mouth and hum with pleasure, “I am most definitely going to fuck you now.”

  “Oh, let me,” I insisted. He pressed the half-opened condom into my hand and kneeled above me playfully, his hips thrust all the way out so his cock was leading. When I touched him he kissed me again.

  Oh, the kid was a great kisser. Jesus. I couldn’t help just drawing him in, feasting on that mouth, nipping him and challenging him as I pulled him back down on the bed and rolled on top of him. He sprawled in mock helplessness, arms flung out, a giant grin on his face, and watched happily as I wrapped his cock with the slippery skin, giving him a few firm strokes for good measure. I lowered myself down on him, inch after glorious inch of him sliding up into me, and quivered from the pleasure of being filled, stretched, completed as a female animal. Andrew gripped my hips and ground into me, and we were suspended like that for a moment, just our breath and the pounding in my own ears. I was shaking with need and bucking against him and then he was fucking me, stroking up into my heat, his eyes holding mine as he took me in front of my husband.

  Never had I felt anything like these sensations before.

  I was still sensitive from coming and he was eager to take me there again, whispering encouragement as he slipped his thumb between our bodies, pressing against my clit as I rode him. I could feel it building again, my thighs twitching and a tingle radiating from inside me as Andrew’s hips moved in rhythm to mine. And then Jason interrupted hoarsely, “Roll her over and fuck her from behind.” Andrew flipped me with ease and positioned himself behind me and I braced myself but he slid into me gently, too gently. I moaned and writhed against him, wiggling my ass and trying to take him farther inside, but he just stroked into me halfway, teasing again.

  “No… No… Andrew… Please…” I gasped. “Please don’t tease me.” His palm was flat on my back, just guiding me as he slipped in and out, in and out. I was so wet I could hear the little sucking noises as my cunt clutched at his shaft. In and out and in and out and he was barely fucking me, not nearly deep enough, I wanted him deeper and harder and I trembled and clutched franticly at the sheets.

  “Should I really give it to her?” Andrew asked, his ragged breath the only thing giving away his own desire to come. He was still giving me measured, short thrusts and I was still trying to get him deeper, thrusting back at him, spreading my legs wider.

  “I want to see you really pound her pussy,” Jason growled. “Fuck her hard.”

  I stopped thinking again. Andrew drove into me and I saw stars. I clutched around him and he hit every point inside me, no longer teasing those spots but battering against them. I whimpered and rolled my hips with his, taking every powerful thrust, my pleasure building and building and building as he bottomed out inside me again and again. And then I felt that delicious itch rising and I clawed at the bed, seeking purchase as he hammered me, and in seconds it crested in me. I cursed and scream
ed his name and was only vaguely aware of Jason holding my damp hair back from my face, cupping it with one hand as he gave himself a few final furious strokes. He groaned as he spurted his come on my upturned face and I heard Andrew choke, “Ohhhhh, fuck, that is hot—” I felt a couple of weaker thrusts before he was still, his cock twitching inside me.

  It was a silent moment in my head. I was vaguely aware of both men walking out of the room, of their low voices together in the hall. I rolled over onto my back, resting in the faint, lingering pulse of my orgasm, and saw Jason come back holding a damp washcloth. He looked happy and he kissed me so softly, so sweetly, that I felt a lump rise in my throat.

  “Was that good, baby?” he whispered. “You came so hard… You really needed it, didn’t you? God, you were incredible!”

  “Mmm…” I was still dazed and unable to truly wrap my mind around what had just happened. He wiped my face tenderly with the cool cloth, smoothed my hair back and kissed my forehead and my eyelids. I clutched his hand and just lay there, my bones jelly and my mind completely blank, sated and still.

  And then Andrew strolled back in, cold bottles of beer in his hand. “We’re not shutting this party down yet, are we?” he asked with a grin.

  “Hope not,” said Jason. They glanced at each other before fixing their eyes expectantly on me.

  It seemed I was in charge.

  “Let’s go for a swim,” I suggested. “I’m all sweaty, and that water looked so pretty.”

  * * * * *

  We frolicked in the surf for a while, bottles still in hand as we swigged our beer and dashed in and out of the refreshing spray. Jason pulled one of the chairs down to the water’s edge and watched Andrew and me chase each other into the waves, teasing and flirting like new lovers. I felt like a teenager again as he tackled me, laughing and shrieking, into the wet sand. As the water splashed over us I felt his cock thickening against me and was reminded again of just how much I desired him. I was overflowing with need, and not just for him. I wanted my husband too. Jason had said the beast had been awakened in him and I felt the same way. I felt raw and insatiable.

  “God, Sara, you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my life,” Andrew murmured, pulling me to him in the foam. His eyes were shining as he kissed me. “You’re so uninhibited.”

  “I bet you know lots of ‘amazing’ women,” I scoffed playfully, nipping his bottom lip and trying to wriggle out of his wet grasp. “Besides, of course you think I’m uninhibited, after what we just did, but I’m not always like this.”

  “I’d still find you hot if you weren’t,” he admitted as his hands slipped over my tits, tweaking my erect nipples. “But the fact that you’re like this tonight makes you so much fucking hotter in my book.” He kissed me again and pulled my hand to his stiff prick. I was aware of my husband watching us intently from his chair just a few feet away, certain that he saw the desire in my eyes as I stroked and kissed Andrew. “I want you again,” Andrew groaned as I worked him harder, making him gasp as I squeezed him almost roughly.

  I looked at Jason and saw him nod appraisingly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he tipped his beer back for another long swallow, his dark eyes watching us, predatory and eager.

  “Let’s rinse this sand off,” I murmured and we went to the outdoor shower where we spent much longer than was necessary rinsing sand out of every crevice. I reveled in the pleasure of skimming my hands over every inch of Andrew—his tightly muscled shoulders, his flat stomach, the curve of his ass. I hadn’t touched another man since college and though my husband was still in wonderful shape I enjoyed the novelty of discovering a new body, especially one as beautiful as Andrew’s. While Jason was solidly built, Andrew was lean. The texture of their skin and hair was so different and there were a million differences in their maleness and desirability. I indulged in Andrew’s body and he too took full advantage of the opportunity to fondle me everywhere, his busy fingers making me shiver and sigh with pleasure.

  Jason had followed silently, not wanting to miss out, and I was aware of him watching us. It was like a dream, surreal, that we would be doing this, and even more extraordinary that we would both be enjoying it as much as we were, even though it broke all the rules of marriage. But he was aroused, not jealous. He was engorged, pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock, and I wanted nothing more than to take him in my mouth but he tossed Andrew a towel and wrapped me in another one, drying me as one would a small child, carefully and thoroughly, pausing every now and then to kiss and claim another part of me before he turned me back over to Andrew.

  But I grabbed his wrist as he turned away. “Wait—” I looked from one to the other. “I…” It was impossible to say it. I was not that kind of woman. And yet tonight I was exactly that kind of woman. Tonight I was fulfilling their fantasies and I would fill my own too. “I want you both,” I blurted, my cheeks flushing with both boldness and anticipation. I stood in front of them—my swarthy, powerfully built husband and this sleek and gorgeous young stud, eager to please—and asked them to take me together.

  * * * * *

  Before I knew it I was bent over the arm of the couch, my thighs pressed together while my husband entered me from behind, loving my tight squeeze, as I sucked Andrew deep into my throat. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around that velvet head, tasting him and sucking him and savoring him. “Lick my balls,” Andrew whispered and I didn’t hesitate to oblige him, sliding my mouth down over his neatly trimmed sac and loving the faint taste of the sea and lingering whiffs of musk from our earlier coupling. He held his breath and twined his hands tightly in my hair as I probed my tongue below, pressing into that delicate spot on his perineum, sucking at it and making him gasp and curse under his breath. And then I drew him back in my mouth again, moving my head in motion with Jason’s thrusts, so that we were one animal, one frantic, fucking beast. Jason’s fingertips bit into my haunches and Andrew’s clutch tightened on my face as we moved together. And unbelievably I felt the fire reignite in me, my own conflagration of pleasure once again out of control.

  Andrew was close. He stuttered my name and gripped my head before finally groaning and cursing and spurting into my mouth. Behind me I heard Jason murmur, “Oh, that’s it, take his cum, good girl.” I sucked every last drop from Andrew until he was too sensitive to stand it anymore and pulled away, cupping himself and breathing shallowly but still watching intently. Behind me Jason picked up his pace, taking me with him as he plundered inside me, building me up and up until within a few short moments he warned me that he was going to come and I fought to surrender to my own orgasm. I wanted to come with my husband’s cock inside me.

  “Oh, Jason… Oh God… Oh, it feels so good when you fuck me so deep!” I cried, overwhelmed with ecstasy, my arms too weak to support myself anymore. I sank into the cushions as my climax washed over me and I heard him grunt, “Sara… Oh Jesus… I’m gonna—” and then he stiffened, his hot come filling me and trickling down my thighs as he stayed buried within me, his breath tickling my neck. A moment later he lowered himself onto me, covering my body with his, his face buried in my hair, his heart beating steadily against my back. Andrew left the room and we heard him go downstairs but we lay like that for a long time, not saying a word, just pressed together.

  After a few moments Jason got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned he gathered my clothes from the balcony and brought them back in, handing them to me with a kiss. We didn’t speak to each other as we both slowly pulled our clothes back on but we had familiarity between us again. The intimate energy was just as it had been years ago. Jason took my hand and we went downstairs to find our host.

  Ever the gentleman, Andrew offered us the guest bedroom so we could sleep over, but we politely refused in unison, making excuses about babysitters even though it was nearly 4 a.m. In perhaps the most surreal goodbye I could ever have imagined, Andrew and Jason shook hands and thanked each other, and Andrew kissed me on the cheek and told me how lucky he felt
to have met me and what a lucky man Jason was to have me for a wife. It was odd but we’d made these rules up as we went along. None of us knew what the exit etiquette for a threesome was, so we just went with what felt right. And I was grateful to Andrew for giving us what we needed and for his kindness throughout. As I squeezed him goodbye I thought of how gratifying it was to feel desired again—even for just one night—by someone other than my husband.

  Chapter Four

  Jason and I walked silently to our car together, mussed and exhausted. We got in and put our seat belts on and he sighed deeply, as if he had something to say, but instead he took my hand and kissed it as he pulled out onto the dark road. We were headed back home but about two miles down the road, without any indication that he was going to do it, Jason pulled off at one of the tiny beaches. It looked vaguely familiar to me and as he parked the car and invited me into the backseat with him, I realized it was a place we’d stopped a few times on our way up the coast. It wasn’t much of a beach, just a tiny strip of sand, but it was secluded by the dunes and the brush and had been a perfect place for us to stop and ravage one another and watch the sunrise in those earlier days.

  He put his strong arm around my shoulders and just held me, both of us enjoying the quiet and calm of being together like this again. And then he tipped my face to his and kissed me, and we had the most intimate moment of our entire marriage there in the backseat. It was an apology and a thank-you and a promise all at once, that kiss. I traced the curves of his face in wonderment, this man I had pledged my entire life to and had almost let go. He was as familiar to me again as he had ever been and I felt no shame or guilt when I thought about what the night had brought us. We had indulged a private fantasy together and I loved knowing that we had brought that to life as a unit, even though it had seemed for all the world the kind of thing that would have torn us apart.