“Are we making your fantasy come true?”
“It’s better than I thought.”
“You’re better than we thought.”
My world becomes a blur as he gives me two more orgasms before filling me with his seed.
I don’t understand how this can feel so right when the thought of sex with my boyfriend never seemed right. Do I need this type of behavior? Am I deviant? I’m hooking up with three men.
Self-doubt’s feeble attempt to take hold falls away as Winger cradles his arms around me while Tank unfastens the handcuffs and lowers my hands.
My arms almost feel as weird and stretched as my other parts. Purge takes my free hand and plants kisses around my wrist.
I turn my head and notice the red mark, no doubt from how limply I hung. I’ve never been so sated in my entire life.
Tank lifts me and I almost fall asleep against his chest despite only being there for a few paces. He walks me into Winger’s bathroom, a huge expansive black and white marble room.
Winger’s ahead of us and has turned on the tub. He’s testing the water while Tank steadies me on my feet. He and Purge strip my dress. How can I be so comfortable with all of them?
“Christ,” Purge says from in front of me. “Your tits are as perfect as the rest of you. I can’t believe we didn’t even get you undressed before doing that.”
I glance down, confirming that my bra is still on. “You were focused on what I wanted.”
A strange, irritated sound comes from behind me. Why didn’t Tank like that? His fingers are hot against my back as he unhooks my bra. Purge takes hold and slides it away from me, tossing it onto the counter.
Then he steps back and slowly rakes his eyes down my body, all the way to my toes, smiling when he gets there. Does he like my manicure? The bright red that perfectly matches my dress? I did that on purpose. It also happens to match the lingerie my boyfriend never got to see.
Purge lifts his gaze, stopping at the sight of Tank’s hands wrapping in front of me. One hand crossing my chest, cradling my breast and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tank drops his other hand to my sex, sliding back and forth, smearing the cum into me.
Purge lowers his gaze to watch.
“If you boys give me a bath, you’re going to wash this off.”
My back is pressed against Tank’s chest, and he leans his lips into my hair. “We’re going to put more in there, don’t worry.” Then he lowers his voice, “Besides, I already got you pregnant.”
Purge strokes his cock, which is decidedly thicker and longer than it was a second ago. He likes watching. I like him watching.
Is this another level of my deviant desires? Did something in the universe tell me I’d never be satisfied with my boyfriend? That’s why I held out?
It’s almost a shame that I’m giving John brain space while I’m here with these amazing men, but the contrast is how much more right this feels than anything I felt in the time with him.
I don’t want to fall prey to false beliefs. I asked for role-playing. I asked for chasing. They gave me what I wanted.
I protect myself by saying, “We only have four hours. If you’re going to clean me up and start over, we better get going.”
I step forward and dip my toe into the tub. Tapping into my bold streak, since these men seem to like a high confidence level, I drag my finger through the hot mess between my legs and tap it on Winger’s cheek as he reaches for my hand to help me step over the edge of the tub.
Immersing in the warm water, I say, “The temperature’s just perfect. Care to join me?”
Nine
Winger
Idon’tknowwhatto make of Sasha. I’ve never met a woman like her. Is it just the generation gap? I rake my hand through my hair when she settles into the tub. I used to date a lot and women weren’t so bold.
I’ve never felt a connection like this. There’s an underlying sense that our souls have already intertwined. And apparently, the magic includes my two best buds.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe there’s something in the thing between the four of us.