She was shaking with thoughts of what was about to happen. She was going to watch as her husband took Peter. She was going to feel them all move together in a new and wonderful way as they unlocked Elliot’s desires one by one.
After so many years of him tending hers, she was thrilled to be a part of the same for him.
They entered the bedroom. The bed had been turned and remade and she laughed because it seemed like a lot of effort for the three of them to just make a mess of everything again.
A glorious, gorgeous mess.
Peter had no sooner closed the door behind himself than Elliot came to them. He cupped the back of Merritt’s neck, drawing her to him to kiss her, then switched to kissing Peter. She began to unbutton his shirt as they dove into each other, revealing inch by inch of Elliot’s glorious body.
Even after a decade, she was still moved by him. Still aroused when he tugged his shirt over his head and went right back to kissing Peter. She leaned forward, dragging her tongue along his chest, sucking one flat nipple hard enough that he gasped against Peter’s mouth.
He dug his fingers into her loosely bound hair and tilted her head up, crushing his mouth to hers, then turning her face so Peter could do the same. She raked her nails across Elliot’s chest lightly as Peter slid her between them and they both rocked into her, Peter from behind, Elliot against the front.
Their mouths moved over her, Peter’s against the side of her throat, Elliot’s against her lips. Hands slid against her body and she wasn’t even sure whose were whose after a few moments. It was intoxicating and she never wanted it to end.
But she managed to come up from the hum of her own pleasure and look at Elliot. She wanted so much to give pleasure to him. She wanted to give him everything he’d ever desired and suppressed. So she unfastened his fall front and slowly slid his trousers down his hips.
He stared down at her, groaning as she took him in hand and stroked. Peter reached around her, his fingers tangling with hers, and together they pulled at him, working him as his eyes fluttered shut and he pushed against their combined hands.
“You know,” she whispered, licking the column of his throat lightly. “The way you readied me for you in my arse was through the toys. Which are clean, and could be ready for you while you have Peter.”
Elliot’s eyes came open, wide and wild at the suggestion. He glanced at her, then Peter. “Yes,” he finally hissed out.
She smiled and moved to the table beside the bed. She withdrew the velvet bag with the toy and the bottle of oil he’d placed there for her pleasure. When she turned back she found that Peter had removed his shirt. She stared as Elliot rubbed his hands over the other man’s chest, as Peter continued to tug the marquess’s cock gently.
“Take them off,” Elliot grunted, and motioned to Peter’s trousers.
Peter gave a half-smile and did as he’d been told. Now both men were naked. She was the only one clothed. There was something wicked about that. Peter leaned back against the edge of the bed and Elliot drew in a deep breath before he bent over and lightly licked Peter’s cock.
As he did so, hesitant at first, but gaining more certainty as Peter dug his fingers into his hair and groaned, Merritt stepped up behind her husband. She stroked her hands over his backside, kneading the muscle there. He spread his legs a little wider, offering himself to her. When she began to spread the oil over his arse, he stopped sucking Peter and looked over his shoulder at her.
His pupils were huge with desire and he looked so wicked, so utterly beautiful that it took everything in her not to just wedge herself between them and demand that Elliot fuck her to oblivion.
Instead, she focused on slowly easing the plug into his body. He tensed a little as she did so, and she smiled. “Relax.”
He drew a breath and the toy moved, seated fully into him. His cock got even harder and he went back to licking Peter’s with even more abandon.
“Here,” Peter said, taking her hand and moving her between them. “Fuck your wife.”
Merritt shivered as Peter stepped away and Elliot caught her waist, lifting her on the bed, pushing her back. He shoved her skirts up and stroked her sex with the flat of his hand. He leaned in and spread her wider. His gaze held hers as he spit on her, making her even wetter as he massaged his fingers into her.
Then he drove forward and his cock slid home.
She lifted into him as he pumped slowly once, twice, three times, coating his cock with her excitement. He murmured her name, a desperate plea as Peter pressed a hand to Elliot’s chest and gently eased him away. She whimpered at the loss of him filling her, but the disappointment faded as Peter handed the discarded bottle of oil to Elliot and then turned back to her.
“So pretty,” he whispered. “You are so pretty spread out for me, Merry. Good enough to eat.”
She pressed a hand to the back of his head and pushed him toward her. “Then do it.”
He chuckled low and heated, and then he did just that, burying his face between her thighs and drawing his tongue across her entrance. He began to moan against her as he tongued her, pleasure from tasting her mixed with the pleasure as Elliot began to ready him.
She watched as her husband focused on that task with the same care he always focused on her. And there was the tiniest flare of jealousy mixed with the arousal at the realization that Elliot wanted Peter the same way he did her.
Elliot lifted his gaze and caught hers, holding there as he stepped back to let her watch as he stroked oil down the thick, hard length of his cock. He moved against Peter and positioned himself.
She shivered against Peter’s tongue as he began focus on her clitoris. And she shivered because of how Elliot closed his eyes in pure bliss as he began to enter Peter.
The three of them moaned in unison, their pleasure so tangled now that it was all part of the same origin. She rolled against Peter’s tongue, he pushed against Elliot’s cock, Elliot gripped Peter’s hips as he took until he was fully seated. She knew what he felt like inside and reveled in Peter’s soft sigh of pleasure that vibrated against her aching clitoris.
