“You first,” David gestures to me. “On all fours, please.”
Their red rug feels plush as I drop to my knees and take up position. I arch my back and shake my ass, admiring myself in the array of mirrors. I’ll enjoy this show as much as they will.
There are no words between the guys, only smiles as Barnaby gets into position behind me. I wonder which hole he’s going to go for. My ass is still burning nicely from David’s dick, but my wet pussy is desperate for another slam of thick cock. I don’t tell them that, because the call is all theirs, but it’s glorious when Barnaby slides the head of his dick up and down my slit, pushing just a touch. I’m so ready for the plunge that I moan.
Fuck, I love the feeling as his cock drives all the way in, and the mirrors are a treasure, allowing me to see the way he bites his lip and closes his eyes, savouring the pleasure as I clench.
“Forward now, Barney,” David says and taps him on the back.
I know this three-way position very well, but it’s rare I get a chance to observe it from so many angles.
“Fuck,” Barnaby says as David primes his ass with lube. He leans forward onto my back, his cock still buried to the balls in my cunt.
David’s shunt makes both of them curse, and within seconds I’m being pussy fucked by a guy who is being fucked in the ass. Hard. We’re a trio of thrusts, and moans, all of us working together in a fuck train as I bounce back against the pressure to make the most of every drive.
And then I watch in the mirrors, the view of the pure, unfiltered lust on their faces as they work their dick thrusting magic together. David’s cock spurs on Barnaby’s, and I’m the recipient of the force. Beautiful.
The view in the box of mirrors is hot as fuck, and I’m lost in the wonder, my moans mixing with theirs in harmony as the tension builds.
The slapping of flesh, and the scent of sex adds to the sensations, and I’m floating on air. Basking in the thrill.
I love being the girl at the front of the train, but with the weight and strength of the carriages behind me, the journey doesn’t last all that long.
The orgasms come from the rear of the train first. It’s David who loses himself through gritted teeth, pumping into Barnaby like a jackhammer as Barnaby slams the force into me. When his balls tighten and his thrusts get frantic, I tilt my ass higher, and I’m worked up enough that he reaches the tender spot in my slick fucking pussy.
Yes. That’s it. Oh my fucking God, that’s it!
I come as Barnaby does, so lost in the waves that I could easily close my eyes to savour the sensations. But I don’t. I keep my eyes open wide to take advantage of the mirrors. To survey the stunning scene of the two heaving guys behind me, and that’s even better. I’m a heaving mess myself when I come down from the crest, my breaths deep and fast as I smile at my clients’ reflection.
“You two were so fucking hot,” I say, looking from one to the other.
“Thanks,” Barnaby says, but his confidence seems to be waning now that his dick has blown twice. I almost feel the two of them retreating into the shell of normality, no longer fuelled to the heights by their raging lust.
I’d love another round, but it’s clear there’s no chance as the carriages pull out from behind with a sigh.
David is up on his feet first, and helps Barnaby up after him, planting a hot kiss on his lips before the pair of them raise me to my feet like I’m a holy angel.
I see David check the clock above their fireplace.
The clock is definitely ticking, and time is almost up. But I don’t want to leave yet. I’d love to spend a few more happybirthday minutes with these two lovely guys, so it’s a relief when David askscake?
“I’d love a piece,” I say. “Thank you. It looks absolutely delicious.”
We do another round ofhappy birthdayonce David has grabbed Barnaby a knife and three plates from the kitchen, but he swats our song aside with a laugh. We munch a piece of cake each with a big smile on our faces, all of us stark naked as we chomp on chocolate sponge.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” David says. “Thank you, Holly. You’ve made my husband’s birthday one he’ll never forget.”
“It was an absolute pleasure,” I say. “And by the way, the icing on this cake is to die for.”
David winks. “It’s Lindt truffle. Barney’s favourite. I had it specially made.”
“Thank you darling,” Barney says. “It’s gorgeous… almost as gorgeous as Holly.”
The smiles on both their faces are utterly adorable. I can’t resist taking things a little further, time up or not.
“Oops,” I say, dropping a bit of the chocolate icing on my tit. “I’m so clumsy.”
David laughs, so does Barney.
