50. Aubree
SIX MONTHS AFTER THE BABY IS BORN
FIFTY
“Bree!” Hayden shouts from downstairs. “You here?”
I glance at myself in the mirror one last time, then yell back, “In our room.”
A few seconds later, my husbands step through the door of our bedroom and then stop in their tracks as they take me in—dressed in a lacy red bra and panty set that shows more than it covers.
“Holy shit,” Brody says. “Where are the kids?”
“With Beatrice,” I say with a knowing smirk. With us having two eleven-year-olds and a six-month-old, our alone time is limited.
“Fuck yes,” Hayden says, stepping toward me.
“Nuh-uh.” I playfully waggle my finger back and forth. “I’m in the mood for a fantasy.”
Brody’s eyes light up, knowing exactly what that means. Ninety-nine percent of the time, our relationship revolves around the guys and me, but every once in a while, when I’m in the mood, the guys will act out one of my fantasies that involves the two of them.
“Strip,” I tell them both. Then in my way too tall heels, I saunter past them and make a show of climbing onto the bed, sticking my butt in the air as I slowly crawl to the center.
By the time I turn around and spread my legs, showing off my crotchless panties, they’re both naked. As I take a moment to enjoy the sight of my husbands’ fit bodies, Hayden asks, “What’s your fantasy?”
“It starts with Brody and you stroking each other…Getting one another hard.” The guys do as I say, and move closer, their hands reaching out and gripping the other’s shaft and pulling their cocks in a jerking motion, up and down.
While I watch them grow harder and harder, I reach down and pluck at my sensitive nipples, loving the way Brody’s movements are slow and gentle and Hayden’s are rougher.
“I want you to kiss,” I add, my voice raspy with desire.
Hayden’s hand comes up to palm the side of Brody’s face, and as they continue to stroke each other, their mouths connect in the most erotic way. From where I’m lying, I can see Hayden’s tongue enter Brody’s mouth. Brody moans, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.
I move back down the bed until my legs hang off the edge, and then I spread my legs.
“That’s enough,” I murmur, my fingers gliding across my wet slit. Watching them kiss and touch is such a turn-on. By the time they get anywhere near me, I’m already drenched.
The guys stop kissing and step apart, their hands still on each other’s cocks.
“What happens next?” Brody asks, his eyes trained on my center.
“You kneel between my legs and eat me,” I say to Brody. Then to Hayden, I add, “And while he eats me, you fuck his ass.”
Brody groans, then releases Hayden’s cock so he can drop to his knees in front of me. His hands palm the inside of my thighs, and he delves straight in, parting my lips and licking up my center. When he gets to my clit, he focuses his attention on it, massaging the most delicious circles over it.
As he licks and sucks me, my eyes go to Hayden, who’s dripped lube down Brody’s crack and is prepping him with his finger.
“Fuck.” Brody gasps.
“That feel good, baby?” I ask, reaching down and stroking the side of his face.
“So good,” he groans as Hayden enters him from behind. I can’t see him fucking him, but every time he thrusts forward, Brody sucks hard on my clit, taking me closer to the edge.
“Yes! Yes! ” I chant when he pushes a couple of fingers inside me and curls them in the perfect way that has me coming so hard, it feels as though I’m going to black out.
As soon as I come down from my high, I push his head back and slide down the end of the bed, so I can kiss Brody while Hayden continues to fuck him.
Reaching underneath, I find his hard cock and stroke it up and down, fucking him with my hand while he makes love to me with his mouth.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Hayden growls. At the same time, Brody’s cock swells, and spurts of cum fill my fist. Hayden pulls out and rips the condom off just in time for it to jet out all over Brody’s back.
“That was quite a fantasy,” Brody says after we’ve showered and are in bed with both of them lying on either side of me. Brody peppers kisses across my neck and shoulder, and Hayden is gently massaging circles along my outer thigh that’s hooked over his leg.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree. “But reality is better than the fantasy. Especially when my reality ends with me telling you guys a little secret.”
Both guys stop what they’re doing and look at me. “What secret?” Brody asks, his tone filled with hope.
“Check your nightstand drawer,” I tell him, trying to keep my excitement in check so I don’t ruin the surprise.
Brody rolls over and opens the drawer. He reaches in, and when he finds what he’s looking for, he jumps up, his gaze going straight to my belly. “Are you serious?” he says, his eyes filled with raw emotion.
“Yep,” I choke out. “I’m pregnant … again.”