“You sure?” Jake asked her and she knew how hard it was for him not to demand she do just that, to give her the space to make her own decision.
“I’m sure. I want to be sure it’s gone, otherwise I’ll worry about it returning.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Dan said.
“I’ll ring the specialist,” Jake said and left to do just that.
Dan turned her to face him. “You’re not just doing it for us, are you?”
She shook her head. “No. No, I’m not. This is what I want.”
Jake returned. “He can fit you in on Thursday.”
Mari took a deep breath as both men held her tight.
“Thursday it is,” she said after a long moment. “Now, where were we?”
Reaching down, she grabbed a cock in each hand, pumping firmly. Both men groaned.
Mari grinned wickedly as Jake dropped back to his former position between his legs, soon though; she was too busy panting to smile as Jake drove her higher and higher, not letting up until she was screaming her pleasure aloud.
Then Jake was inside her, pumping deep as Dan knelt beside her head. Mari took his shaft into his mouth, sucking heavily. Jake moved faster and faster, bucking his hips wildly as she sucked Dan hard.
Jake came first, his low bellow filling the room. Dan quickly followed and she swallowed him down, licking him clean. The three of them fell back together, exhausted and well loved.
Chapter Three
Jake looked over at his wife as she rested listlessly against the door of his SUV. She looked tired, pale and he would bet she wasn’t feeling well. It had been a month since they’d tracked her down. The mastectomy had gone well, but then she’d developed an infection which had slowed down her recovery.
He pulled into a park and went around to help Mari down.
“You feeling okay, Mari?” he asked quietly as they walked into the apartment.
“Hmm? Oh, yes, I’m fine.”
“I don’t need to remind you about lying to me, do I?” he asked sternly. She sent him a wary look.
“I’m just tired. And my throat, ahh, has a tickle in it. Nothing, really.”
“Bed now.” He pointed toward the bedroom. But instead of jumping immediately to follow his orders, the way she had been since she’d run, she stomped her foot and pouted.
“No. This is why I didn’t tell you. I’m sick of lying around in bed. I won’t go.”
He didn’t even think, just grabbed her arm and raised his leg so his foot rested on the sofa. Swiftly, he pulled her over his raised leg so her bottom was easily accessible.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Jake, no! I don’t want a spanking,” she sobbed.
Suddenly Jake realized what he was doing. He flipped her back.
“God, Mari, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He was ashamed. He’d said he wouldn’t spank her until she was well. Gathering her into his arms he sat on the sofa with her on his lap. He ran his hands over her body, reassuring himself that he hadn’t harmed her. How could he have been so stupid?
Mari cupped her cheeks in her hands. “I’m not made of glass, Jake. You’ve spanked me plenty of times and much harder than that.”
“When you didn’t have cancer.”
She sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I was being a brat. I deserved it. You were only trying to take care of me.”