“They put me between them. Adrian fed his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself on him.”
I’m shaking now, and I can’t tell if it’s from the retelling or from Robert’s fingers working slow circles on my clit. “They found arhythm. When Tony pushed in, Adrian pulled back. I couldn’t move or speak, couldn’t do anything except take what they gave me.”
“Jesus Christ.” Robert’s hand is trembling against me.
“I kept thinking about you.” The confession surprises me, but it’s true. “While I had two cocks inside me at once, I kept thinking about what you’d think if you were watching from the corner. Would you like to see that? Your wife gagging on one cock while the other one pounds into her from behind?”
He makes that sound again—the primal one—then withdraws his fingers and lifts me off the couch. I barely have time to register the movement before he’s dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my thighs.
“Robert, what—“
His mouth is on me. His tongue pushes inside me, and I cry out as he tastes what two other men left behind. He groans against my pussy, the vibration making my knees buckle.
“You taste like you’ve been used.” The words are muffled against my flesh.
“I was.” I grip his shoulders for balance.
Robert sucks my clit, and my legs nearly give out.
“Tell me about the chair.” His mouth is still against me, the words vibrating through my core.
“They moved me onto Adrian’s lap. Facing away from him, my back against his chest. I sank down onto his cock and—god, the angle.” I grip his hair as his tongue circles my clit. “He’s so thick, Robert. He filled me while I sucked on Tony again. Adrian’s hands were on my hips controlling my rhythm. His thumbs dug into the bruises he’d already made.”
I can still feel the ache — faint fingerprint-shaped shadows on my hip bones that will bloom purple by morning.
Robert groans against my pussy. His hands grip my thighs hard enough to leave marks of his own.
I’m panting now, both from the memory and from Robert’s tongue. “I was so close I could taste it. My whole body seized up and I begged with Tony’s cock in my mouth, and Adrian heard me, and he—“
“What did he do?”
“He pulled his fingers away. And I screamed.”
Robert makes a sound against my flesh that I feel in my bones.
“What are you?” Robert asks, his voice absolutely destroying me.
“I’m a slut.” The word doesn’t shake. “I fucked two other men, and I loved every second.”
He pulls me down to the floor. His sweatpants disappear. He positions himself between my thighs, and when his cock nudges my entrance, I nearly sob with relief.
“And then?”
“And then they finally let me come.”
I close my eyes. Even the memory of it — that orgasm crashing through me after the denials — makes my pussy throb.
Robert slams into me.
“FUCK!” My back arches off the floor.
“This pussy.” He pulls almost all the way out and drives back in. “They fucked this pussy. Both of them.”
“Yes.”
“And they both came inside you.”
“Yes!”
