Halloween For Six

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

SILAS

“Your penis isn’t Pottery Barn!”

“ E ver use one of these on your junk?”

I wave a penis pump at Redix and Daniel.

“Don’t need it,” Redix answers, twisting his lips into a cocky grin.

“Looks like it sucks, mate.” Daniel flashes his million-dollar smile.

“Ain’t that the point?”

I admire the clear acrylic tube with its black tip and blue digital display.

Then, I admire Daniel.

As usual, he dressed up for our shopping excursion. His navy sweater is paper thin. It barely contains his muscles while his gray pants hug his infamous ass.

Yep, I’m admiring that, too.

Grabbing a different model off the glass shelf, Daniel warns me with a smirk, “If you pump your Big Ben even larger, it won’t chime inside anyone’s hole.”

“Well, yeehaw.” Redix elbows between us. “Sign my hole up to try.” He grabs another pump off the shelf, tapping my biceps with it. “Here. Use this one. It’s the biggest.”

I glance across the lavish, second-floor showroom of Delta’s.

“You want me to pump my pecker right here?”

Yeah, I’m used to this swanky adult store. And yeah, they had to close it for us to shop because Daniel and Redix are too famous.

“You’re welcome to use one of our private rooms,” the store manager, Vale, advises, dressed like Wednesday Addams while she leans in the doorway. “Or, if you don’t have any questions, I’ll excuse myself. The store is yours for the afternoon.”

“Thanks.” I nod my chin at her.

Vale’s been awesome every time we shop here. She’s the one who told Eily to start eating yams to increase her fertility and for us to switch to fertility-friendly lube. Hell, we’ll try anything to get pregnant, and Vale has a PhD in sexuality, so we appreciate her expertise.

So much so that Redix waves a penis pump at her like we’re in class. Like he’s eager to pass an erection exam.

“Do you sell lots of these?”

“Actually,” Vale answers him, “we do. Some men report longer-lasting erections, and research has proven they can help people with erectile dysfunction achieve satisfying benefits.”

“If something pumps my dick even bigger,” Redix praises the device in my hand, “it would be damn satisfying for us all.”

“Satisfying,” Daniel lowers his brows, “and sore. I wouldn’t be able to sit on my arse for days. ”

Coyly, Redix leans Daniel’s way, nipping his ear, teasing, “Oh, my mate, but how your Big Ben would thank me.”

They pause, their accents clashing while they grin, exchanging a heated stare before sharing a hungry kiss.

Dare I say they’re dying for each other because…

They are.

Redix and Daniel can’t afford to make our relationship public. They have to hide it on the set of their show or in public.

While we have our trusted friends who love us, others won’t. You know how it is.

People will judge. They’ll be cruel, and Daniel and Redix are too protective of our chosen family. They have kids and I want one, too. We have to watch out for each other.

Their lips part.

They grab a breath before Redix turns to me.

Yes. It’s my turn.

But a gruff voice interrupts us.

“Use the pump for about fifteen minutes with some lube.” Jace, the bodyguard for Delta’s, stands behind Vale. He looks like her shadow, dressed like Gomez Addams for Halloween next week. I turn to him while he shares, “I was curious and tried one. Damn thing did make my dick even thicker … and longer.”

Vale whips around. “Tried it with who ?” she asks.

“Noneya,” he answers her with a smirk. “But maybe you and our accountant should try pumping his number even bigger.”

She backhands his biceps. “Shut up.”

“Alright.” I’m inspired. I ain’t shy. “I’ll try it.”

“Aw shit, I gotta see this.” Redix steps back. Plopping down on an ivory velvet chair, he plucks his phone from the back pocket of his ripped jeans. “I’ll FaceTime the wives. ”

“Where are they, anyway?” Daniel asks.

“Getting their fannies fried.” When Daniel arches his dark brow quizzically, I explain, “Getting an ass facial. Like a laser treatment and lotion and shit.”

“Huh.” Redix wonders, “Should we be prepping our backyards, too?”

“Nah.” I wave my hand—the one with a penis pump in it. “We manscape and know how to prep. Besides, I got enough to worry about. I’m not sure what to do for the last night.”

“We, uh, have your selections so far, packaged and ready to send,” Vale tells me before glancing at Redix and Daniel nervously.

I told her I’m planning a surprise even my partners don’t know about.

“If you find anything else today,” she says, “I can discreetly send it to your island.”

Vale’s been full of ideas for our Halloween week. So, part of me feels like an asshole not inviting her, too.

But Stacey, who’s part of our network, is Vale’s boss and is already coming with her husbands. And this year, Vale’s twin sister, Blair, is coming with Beau Bronson and Colton Hawke.

So, yeah.

I’m proud of our world, but some polycules shouldn’t cross.

“You’ve made selections? ” Daniel asks. “Like what?”

“Please say costumes,” Redix drawls. “I wanna play Doctor Dean, giving dirty exams with latex gloves again.”

“Bollocks.” Daniel laughs. “We did that last year. No repeats.”

“Easy for you to say.” I scan the showroom for inspiration. “ Eily said the same thing, and lemme tell ya: I can be kinky, but it ain’t easy being original, too.”

“Then let us help you,” Daniel offers, his tone cheeky. “You know … when we put our three heads together … lots will come of it.”

I grin at his cocky joke.

At his intimate offer.

At how I can’t believe sometimes that Daniel is my partner, too.

Was I always attracted to his badass wife, Charlie?

Hells yeah.

Long before Daniel Pierce ever came around with his superhero body and British swagger, Charlie Ravenel was my first crush. Like a mega-crush. I was going to marry her, but she friend-zoned me.

Years later, I met Cade, then Redix.

Yep, that was fate.

Because sharing Cade and Redix’s love left me aching for my own, and that’s how my heart finally found Eily Dove. Again.

So, I had to make her Mrs. Van de May because I’m never letting Eily go.

Hell, I was willing to give up everyone and everything for her, but she wouldn’t let me.

Eily is a fearless firecracker of love. She’s hot, tiny but mighty, and all mine.

She’s the air I need to live.

But when I stop joking around? When I let myself get all sentimental?

Yeah, I love Redix and Cade, too. I love how Charlie and I finally crossed over from the friend zone into something more intimate—something way hotter. I love how Daniel and I have a strong bond, too .

The six of us will always be together.

Heck, they don’t know it yet, but I’m building homes for their families on Indigo Island. I dream about us and our kids growing old together.

But this week? I’m skeptical. I ask Daniel, “You sure you wanna help?”

Planning sex games ain’t Daniel’s thing. Playing them? Yeah. But he’s too busy being a Hollywood heavyweight to plan a damn thing.

“Bloody right, I do.” Daniel strides across the showroom toward the ivory-lacquered drawers full of high-end lingerie.

Told ya, we shop here all the time.

He slides open a bottom drawer, plucking out a package. “Let’s do a night wearing these.”

“Dude!” Redix roars. “You and your fishnet fetish.”

I approve of the men’s black fishnet shirt Daniel’s suggesting. But I taunt, “Only if you pierce your nipples like the model on the package, too.”

When Daniel smiles like that, panties and boxers combust.

He winks at me. “I’ll pierce my package for you, but only if you chaps join me.” He nods at Redix. “You already go mad when we tongue your nipples.”

“I can arrange it for you,” Vale says. We have professional piercers here.”

“You do?” Though, why should I be surprised? “Is that what’s on the third floor?” I ask, “In that room with a black door that’s always locked? A piercing room?”

I know my way around Delta’s.

Eily and I have enjoyed several demonstrations of their sex furniture in the parlor on the third floor. Our partners have, too .

You know—for educational purposes.

But no one, not even Stacey, the owner, mentions what’s behind that black door at the other end of the hall.

And like any horny mind with a heartbeat in an adult showroom, that secret door only makes me curious AF.

As a proud bi, poly man … that’s a lot.

I’m curious to know who is Eily’s secret villain.

The fucker followed me one night last Halloween, down the shadowed trail on my island, past the crumbling headstones by the edge of the inky water.

At least … I hope that eerie cold sliding up my spine was her villain.

The others freaked out about him last year, and I can’t tickle or seduce the truth out of Eily, but I know her. I know he’s connected to Delta’s somehow.

We don’t let just anyone onto our island, and we trust the people here.

Especially when Vale blushes, stammering to answer, “That’s … uh. That’s … uh … just a storage room and?—”

“Ahem.” Jace clears his guilty throat.

We’re all over six feet tall, but he’s a giant. And … he’s a huge, horrible liar.

It’s obvious.

That ain’t a storage room they’re hiding on the third floor.

“Secret rooms. Fishnets. Piercings.” Impatiently, Redix shifts on his chair. “Whatever. Quit stalling,” he tells me, “and test that pecker pump.”

Vale points. “There’s complimentary lube samples in the basket by the window. So, I’ll leave you gentlemen to explore.”

She turns, gently shoving Jace down the hallway. He glances back over his granite shoulder, wanting to watch, and I wouldn’t mind. I’m dedicated to my partners, but we agreed to be open this week.

But now, it’s just us calling our wives.

I unbutton my shorts, telling Redix, “Call them. Let’s see if they approve of my purchase.”

Yeah, it’s late October, and I’m wearing khaki shorts with a black linen shirt because this is also Charleston. The forecast looks perfect for today and next week, with mild days and brisk nights.

“Hey.” I hear Cade answer Redix’s video call. “Where are you guys?”

Redix turns his phone screen. It lands on me, standing beside Daniel with a wall of glass shelves brimming with sex toys behind us.

“Good!” My wife blurts, “You’re at Delta’s. Ask Vale if my glow-in-the-dark pumpkin butt plugs came in. They’ve been on back order.” Eily giggles. “Pun intended.”

“Baby girl,” I call for her, so Redix aims his screen at me.

My wife appears on it, her long brown hair sprouting from a cute ponytail at the top of her head.

Sipping a pumpkin latte because that’s her M.O. and ’tis the season, she nestles beside Charlie, sipping the same, I’m sure.

But Charlie’s long blonde hair always looks like she just got off a motorcycle. Like she’s a badass, reclining against Cade, whose brown bangs always cloak one of her violet eyes while the rest of Cade’s sexy hair is short.

The three cuddle together, wearing Halloween tanks covered in skulls and ghosts .

They remind me of those hot women I see on reruns of Charmed . But instead of being a cute trio on a witchy show, they’re sprawled across a park bench by the Charleston Harbor. Like they own this spooky town while they enjoy their girls’ day out.

I wave the device at Eily. “Should we do a trick night of penis pumps, pumpkins, and pussies?”

Cade starts laughing, but Charlie narrows her gaze. “Don’t even think about pumping your dicks before y’all fuck pumpkins and our pussies.”

Eily giggles. “Maybe that’s why they’re called jack-o-lanterns. You know? For jacking off.”

Redix turns the phone so it captures all three of us. “You know—pumpkin fucking is a thing.”

“Says the man with a food fetish.” Daniel teases Redix before schooling us, “But Jack-of-the-Lantern is an old British term for night watchmen carrying lanterns. Of course, you Yanks stole that term, too.”

“Besides,” Cade debates Redix, “pumpkin fucking is not a thing.”

“Candy Cade,” he drawls, “you need to stop watching Paw Patrol and get back to watching porn with me.”

“Not if they’re fucking innocent orange gourds.”

Redix smirks. “What do you think inspired your creamy pumpkin-spiced lattes?”

“Redix! Eww! That’s gross!”

But he makes Cade laugh. The sexy asshole always does.

They can banter all day, but my wife’s pixie face is worried.

“Silas,” Eily pleads, “what if you use that pump and break your dick again? Then, I’ll never get pregnant. Besides, you’re supposed to save your baby gravy for me, not blast it into a tube.”

“Baby girl, don’t worry.” My shorts fall to my ankles before I tug my gray boxer briefs down. I’m hanging, half-excited for this. “I can make people paste all day.”

Daniel tosses his cleft chin up. “Bloody hell, you two and your semen synonyms.”

Charlie matches her husband. She’s laughing, too, but I focus on my wife and surge even harder.

I love teasing Eily, pleasing her, and giving her all I have.

“Mrs. Van de May,” I coax, “imagine how much love I can pump inside you after I pump my pecker, too.”

Eily leaps up from Charlie’s embrace, pleading to me and all of Charleston’s Battery Park.

“But, Silas!” she exclaims. “Your penis isn’t Pottery Barn! If you break it, I already bought it, and I don’t want to return it! You don’t need to pump your penis even bigger! I love you just the way you are. And what if you hurt Mister Twirly?”

Redix smirks up at me. “Mister Twirly ?”

“Yeah.” I start stroking it. “That’s what I call my hose when he slings soap bubbles in the shower. But now, he’s too hard.”

“Oh my god!” Charlie’s howling. “Daniel calls his Mister Slappy. He jumps on the bed, popping his hips, making it slap his belly.”

Now Cade’s rolling, too. They’re falling over each other on a park bench.

“Redix slaps his from side to side,” Cade says, “calling his Daddy Ding Dong.”

Redix corrects her, “Not Daddy Ding Dong. He’s Daddy Dangle Dong because some days he dangles left, some days he hangs right.”

But I’m not dangling.

I’m exposed, erect, and loving this.

There’s something about the six of us, even when three are on a phone screen.

I feel free. Loved. And horny as hell.

I’ve missed us. We’re always so busy we rarely get moments like this.

I tug my hair out of its knot, letting it tumble free before unbuttoning my linen shirt. Letting it fall to the floor, I kick free of my shorts and boxers, relishing how Eily sighs, “Silas, that’s NOT fair. You know you’re caramel man candy, and we can’t resist a bite.”

Standing naked, I tempt, “Then let’s see how many pumps it takes to get to the center of my Tootsie Pop.”

“Thought it was licks ?” Redix mimics, licking his lips.

“That, too.”

I rip open a packet of lube with my teeth. Glossing it over my fat tip, I make our laughter fade away.

Daniel stands beside me, staring at my aroused cock. When he starts sucking my neck, his hand caressing my bare ass, moans crawl up my throat, making Redix rise from his chair.

As he approaches the glass shelves behind us, I turn, watching Redix prop his phone on a shelf so our wives can see us.

On cue, Daniel kneels before me, his back to the phone.

Then Redix joins him.

Though our wives can’t see the lustful smirks on their handsome faces, I can.

“Show me.” I fist my base, teasing my tip over their parting lips. “Show me how you get off looking at my cock. ”

They stare up at me, tugging their pants down along with their boxers, their erections springing free.

Our wives know what we’re doing.

We always take turns like this. We always share. We always love. We give everything to each other, men and women.

“You guys can play,” softly Eily commands from the phone, “but Silas, save it for me .”

I groan, fisting my rigid shaft.

It’s heaven and hell how Eily’s been making me wait. She figures out when she’s going to ovulate, then teases me days before, making the tension build. She seduces me, then won’t let me come.

So, when she finally frees me, it’s like she’s in heat, and I’m a rabid dog.

I’m on her for two days straight.

Every position. Every part of the house. Hell, even on my boat, the side of a road, or a Starbucks’ bathroom. Anyway I’ll take Eily, and she wants me. Nothing and no one is better than fucking my wife.

Mostly, it’s fun.

But lately, it’s frustrating. Not for me. For her. I want a family with Eily any way we can. But she wants me to get her pregnant, and I want to fulfill every dream she has.

That’s why this week will be good. It’ll be a break from the pressure she puts on herself. It’ll be fun.

And with everyone who’s coming? It’ll be damn hot, too.

“Let’s see how big your cock can get for us,” Redix teases, flicking his tongue over my tip, letting me watch him lazily stroke his curving length.

“Let me help,” Daniel offers, his voice gruff with desire .

I hand Daniel the pump. Then I sigh, watching him carefully wedge my hungry tip inside the tube.

While Daniel focuses on the erotic task, Redix reaches for Daniel’s exposed erection. It makes Daniel grunt at Redix’s expert tug while Daniel slowly eases the tube down my lubed shaft, securing it around my thick base.

I hold it there, creating a tight seal.

It’s a crazy sight. My hard dick fills a clear tube, and it turns us on.

“ Fuucckk ,” Daniel growls. “This is hot.”

“Click the button and pump my cock,” I agree, loving the sight of Daniel serving me.

Not one muscle on his perfect form, even under his sweater, isn’t bulging with power while his coal waves glisten, his famous tendril falling over his forehead. And his lips? They part, doing this to me, pressing the button on the pump over my firm cock.

“Uhh,” I grunt at the new sensation, at the pressure. “Oh fuck.”

It’s odd. It’s weird. But this is arousing, watching Redix and Daniel fixate on my swelling shaft.

“Don’t hurt him,” Eily gently chides from the phone, and I glance up at the screen and swell more.

She’s lying back in Charlie’s arms. It looks like Charlie’s lingering her fingertips over Eily’s erect nipple, thinly covered by her soft, ghostly tank top.

I’m a damn lucky man.

My wife doesn’t wear bras. Her small breasts drive me crazy with lust, and they arouse Charlie, too.

Her braless nipples are erect under her white tank because I can see how Cade is doing the same to Charlie. How Cade’s teasing Charlie’s nipple .

They’re aroused. Our wives are getting off in public to us, their husbands together, and that turns me on more.

“Baby girl,” I growl for my wife. “This pump feels good. You and us and this thing are fucking turning me on. I won’t be able to hold it.”

Suddenly, Daniel clicks the pump twice.

The rush of blood to my cock is so intense, making my thick shaft inflate even more. It’s filling, expanding my erection, my swollen tip almost reaching the end of the tube.

“Fuck,” I grunt.

“Damn,” Daniel mutters. “You can’t take much more. You already fill the tube.”

With one hand stroking Daniel’s bobbing cock, Redix reaches his other hand between my thighs, wedging his fingers behind my balls.

When Redix finds this spot on me, the one he discovered first, massaging my tender perineum, along with the intense pressure Daniel clicks over my cock, “Oh fuck, yes,” I growl even louder, glaring at my wife on the screen.

She’ll be ovulating soon, so I’ve been waiting for her, and she can see it. How I can’t hold back.

“Fuck, Eily,” I beg. “Please. I need to come. Just once with them, then I’ll save it all for you.”

“Let him,” Cade urges. “He looks like he’s in pain.”

“Fuck, I am.”

This sensation is too weird and new. I’m so used to my dick, how it’s big; I know. But this erection feels different. It’s a massive, bursting demand I can’t control.

“Okay,” Eily sighs, writhing on the bench as Charlie pinches her nipple, pebbling under Eily’s thin tank.

I’m gonna lose my fucking mind to the sight of Charlie getting my wife off while they get off watching me, too .

“Okay,” Eily says again. “Let them taste you, but look at me when you come.”

I nod, guiding Daniel’s hand with mine, gently tugging the pump off my shaft. Inch by inch, we free my swollen cock until I’m free, until it bobs full, almost dropping heavily in pain for release.

“Damn,” Redix licks his lips at it, “your cock is fucking huge.”

Lowering his mouth, he keeps massaging the sensitive spot by my tender ass while the tip of his warm tongue drags along the throbbing vein on the underside of my exposed dick.

It makes me shudder as Daniel leans forward.

He’s fisting Redix’s length. I can watch Daniel do it while his blue eyes taunt my hazel ones. Laving his warm tongue over my leaking tip, Daniel slurps my drops with relish.

“ Fuucckk .” I beg, “Suck me now. Fucking swallow me. Make me come.”

Usually, my control is epic. Usually, I focus on my partners, not me. Usually, I get off making others come, but I need this so badly now.

Maybe it’s the months we’ve been preparing for this week. Maybe it’s the taboo tricks and treats we’re planning. Maybe it’s the familiar bodies I crave and the new ones, too.

I know we’ll share the most debauched, devoted nights to fucking and more.

And maybe I can finally give Eily every dream she wants.

When Daniel, then Redix, then Daniel again, sink their hungry mouths, scruffy with whiskers, down my throbbing dick, my thighs tremor. I palm their skulls, fisting Redix’s long hair like mine and Daniel’s short, thick waves .

They suck me off.

They jerk each other off.

Redix teases near my ass while Daniel’s big hand chokes my aching base, and my breath thins, my gaze burning through the phone screen.

It’s like Eily’s standing right before me, and I know our beautiful women.

I know they’ll tease the line of public indecency on that park bench before they finger each other, sucking nipples and getting off in the back of Eily’s car.

I’ve watched them do it many times.

“Oh fuck, yes, baby girl.”

I’m about to come to the thought of it. Of our three sexy women. Of my two hard men. Of all the hot women and men joining us this week.

Eleven hard cocks and six glistening pussies.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming in your throat,” I warn. I celebrate.

Brutally, I yank Daniel’s hair, and he moans, loving it, gagging on as much of me as he can.

Then, Redix flicks his tongue over the exact spot on my shaft, over my thick vein, knowing that’s my trigger, and I explode. I grunt. Locked on Eily’s green eyes, I fill Daniel’s eager, moaning mouth, tremors quaking with sweet release down my body.

I’m still coming, spurting as Daniel pulls off. I shoot across his cheek while he shares my load with Redix’s waiting mouth. The lewd way he drizzles my cream over Redix’s waiting tongue makes Redix come in Daniel’s jerking fist.

But Daniel doesn’t come. He’s hard, and my mouth is watering to taste him, too.

I love him. I love Redix. I love us. There’s nothing I won’t do for them, and I want to please him, too. Daniel’s been so tense lately. And beyond our sex, he has my heart—they all do. I burn to make everything right for him, to take care of him, too.

I’m about to lower to my knees to do it, to tug Daniel to stand, but he wedges his swollen cock back under his black briefs.

“Let’s buy eleven pumps,” he jests, changing our vibe, “one for each man this week.”

“Dude,” Redix sighs, reaching for Daniel, kissing his neck, sharing the same urge I feel to take care of him. “It’s your turn.”

“No.” He cups Redix’s cheek. “I’m saving it for your jack-o-lanterns.”