I desperately tried to remain stoic, but as I looked across the room at my husband lounging in the chaise watching with such intense love, I couldn’t help but give him what we both wanted so badly. I lifted the veil that separated me and my lover, and I was suddenly bathing in ecstasy as he filled me so much more than completely that it shook my soul and took me more than a moment to accommodate all of him before I could breathe again. I was thankful to have the cool granite island top to support me as my legs rattled under me, and I strained on my tippy toes to relieve myself even if only slightly from the breadth of his manhood. My husband’s smile and the slight nod of his head, followed with a slow blink of his eyes, which is our silent signal for “I love you”, helped me to relax around my lover and slide back over him again and again, each time more excruciatingly pleasurable than the last.
I couldn’t help but to lubricate his penetrating mass as I felt my body betray my insecurities to save my soul. I was embarrassingly wet, and it felt like he punctured me like a can of motor oil that was then cascading around his cock, and down between my quivering thighs. My lover’s hands gathered my long hair to pull and arch in my back for a hungry kiss before releasing my hair and bringing his hands down around my hips for leverage as he pushed deeper than my deepest parts, continuously forcing my body to accommodate all of him while forgetting to breathe. His firm grip pulled me back after each push until his young muscular thighs lifted me off the ground completely, coaxing me to flatten my body out and curl my legs back like handlebars to keep from feeling like a dangling puppet. I tried to hold off my eminent climax to prolong my delicious penance, but when I peeked at my husband again, he gave a knowing nod, and I couldn’t help but breathe and then exhale more than just my breath. I came so hard that I felt like a balloon that flies around the room before you could tie the knot and landed depleted in my lover’s hands before he gathered me up in strong arms and carried me over to the chaise to lay me down next to my loving husband.
It is so surreal to see them both right next to each other because they are so similar. It is as if they were only separated by time and brought together for my pleasure when, in all actuality, they were. My less-than-occasional lover James, of whom I’m sure you’ve heard, is my husband’s younger brother by a couple of decades. We have trained him over the years, hoping that he might come over from the dark side, where he is king. James is as much the freak of nature that my husband was in his prime, but he chooses to use his gifts for selfish pursuits rather than altruistic ones; but thankfully, he does humor us, and more than just dabbles in love when he comes to us or back into town for his remedial lessons. When I say surreal, it is such an understatement, especially when I get the pleasure of looking down between my legs to see their sibling rivalry in real time as they fight over my cookie like it was the last one before deciding to share. It is nearly impossible to watch when my husband is eating me alone without succumbing, but doubly impossible not to watch as they both do. It is fantasy in motion as I watch their muscular frames move in between, over, and under my thighs while my freshly shaven legs slide smoothly over their broad shoulders and rippling muscles. They each take a side and spread me like a wishbone while their tongues take turns jousting with my clit in-between them. Their fingers stretch, spreading and probing all my hungry holes until once again I’m coming, and they fight over every last drop. My husband asserts his dominance for the Captains share as he pushes James away and orders him to go play, saying that it was his turn before pushing my legs open wide and yielding his beautiful cock.
James didn’t need to go far to play as he stood next to the chaise with his impressive cock bobbing like bait my face. I grabbed it and used it to pull myself up enough to watch my husband break into me before tasting myself all over James. Their thrusts inside of me were in succession of each other’s, leaving me no time to breathe or recover, both testing all my limits, but I wasn’t the only one. James was soon also losing his signature cool as his thrusts became more primal to the back of my throat and his moans more guttural as if he was succumbing to those same urges. I tasted the figurative blood, wrapped both of my hands around his obscene meat, and went in for the kill. His cries begged for mercy, but I couldn’t help myself, especially after tasting his pre-come, so I twisted, sucked and stroked until he gave momma errthang. He was then suddenly as cute as a cub as he jerked and jumped in my mouth before crumbling like a tower in a controlled demolition next to me, where we both watched the master show us how it is done.
Taking nothing from James because I had already taken all that he had, well, at least for another ten minutes anyway, he and I both relaxed and took proverbial notes from his big brother. My husband, although not as endowed as his little brother, leaves nothing on his plate as he fills me so completely or buries to the hilt if you will, while James always leaves a few more inches out in the cold. My husband fills me perfectly and when he pushes hard enough, he also smashes my clit between us, so that nobody is left out. Apparently, James was impressed as well, and he spread me so that we’d both have a better view. We all three watched in awe as my husband made the slightest change in his hip position so that each time he penetrated me he raked across my g-spot before slamming into me while still crushing my clit with each blow. The view was more than enough for me, but to see my orgasms building on his magic cock was about to bring the house down. He knows me so well, and when saw me trying to manage the big one from coming, he slammed me harder and impossibly faster forcing me to cum, and growling that he was about to as well. I was shocked that he didn’t want to toy with me like a cat does a mouse, but I was even more excited knowing he was too turned on to do so that I couldn’t help it when I came again so hard that I thought I might launch off him, but he held my body tight in its epileptic fit in his loving death grip until he too howled in the most beautiful display imaginable. Every muscle in his manly Wolverine frame rippled and flexed while every ropey vein bulged and pulsed with each burst of his climax, and his bedroom blues confessed the rest before he fell onto us, where I vibrated in their happy sounds as we all declared our love in winded breaths.
Thankfully, nobody was the wiser when I was woken from my impromptu nap by my vibrating phone with a text message from my loving husband, reminding me not to forget to pick up James from the airport. I wiped the drool from my lip, made these mental notes for another hopeful adventure later, and jumped in the shower to freshen up before I headed off to get James.
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