Lincoln presses close to us, grabbing my chin and turning me to face him. He traps my mouth with a kiss and lowers his hand to the apex of my thighs.
“You better not be wet,” he grumbles through our kisses. As if they read each other’s minds, Jefferson is inching my skirt up.
“Why not?” I play innocent. When I first hooked up with them, I was, and while I still look the part, there’s no question that I’m far from it.
“You better not be hiring those young boys to come around so you can fantasize about them.”
“You think I have time for that?”
“Tell the truth.” Jefferson nuzzles his lips on my ear.
“How can I be anything but drenched when the two of you are sporting erections and have me pinned against the wall?”
Lincoln tucks his fingers inside my panties and my insides knot in anticipation. I’m left wanting though when he pulls his hand away.
Drawing it up between us, he says to Jefferson, “You see that?”
“Looks wet to me, bro.” Jefferson grabs his brother’s hand and pulls it under his nose. “Yeah, she’s definitely been thinking about fucking.”
The two of them shake their heads, adopting a playfulness that tells me this is going to end very well. Lincoln unfastens his belt and I expect him to drop his pants, but he grips my wrists and wraps them with the leather.
I feel a little guilty that I’m not watching our kids’ first swim lesson, but I’m not about to break this up. He threads the belt tightly, turns me to face the wall, and lifts my hands, securing them on one of our coat hooks.
“You disobeyed us, Angel.”
“You’re not the boss of me.” I can’t say it without a chuckle. I peek under my arm. The two of them are stripping down. I may have thought we’d tried every position imaginable, but this is a new one, and the orgasm tightening inside of me is already considering it a winner.
Jefferson strips my panties then gathers my skirt around my waist.
“I may not be your boss anymore, but if you’re busy ogling younger guys, you won’t be getting this cock.” His shaft is so hard when he slaps it against my butt cheek, I question whether it was really him.
“Good thing your twin can take your place.” I angle myself toward his brother.
“Fuck.” Jefferson mutters. “Sorry dude, you dug that hole for yourself.”
He slides his tip inside of me. His insanely rigid heat tells me we’ve struck on yet a new way to keep our relationship fun. A little bit of jealousy seems to go a long way.
By the time he’s stroked me into a frenzy, Lincoln’s begging for a turn and fills me with his equally hard and hot shaft. I’m surrounded with and filled by love as they swap back and forth, giving me orgasm after orgasm until they finally can’t take it any longer and fill me with plenty of seed to make a third baby.
If we’re lucky, our neighborhood will have one more kid in nine months.
And they lived happily ever after!