Chapter 10 Nathan
Nathan
I’ve missed the sound of Danielle screaming in pleasure.
We’d had to keep it quieter since the kids came along and I hadn’t realized how much I crave and need to hear my wife vocalizing her ecstasy.
The sound she’s making as she shatters, her pussy clenched around Crew’s cock, has me fighting the urge to come myself.
But I clench my teeth and fight through the urge, pinching her nipple even tighter.
I’m wound up, feeling emotional. Contrite for being so fucking late to the cabin. Possessive of my wife, my family. Grateful as fuck that this woman has so much love she can share it all equally with the three of us guys.
All she asks for in return is our love and multiple orgasms.
Easiest thing I’ve ever done is to give her both.
“That’s it,” I tell Danielle. “Milk Crew’s cock, Wife.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Fuck, she’s clamping down on me,” Crew says, gritting his teeth as he slows his strokes down.
Danielle’s shuddering a little now, coming down off of her orgasm and I slip my finger into her mouth to tease her and draw it out. Part of me wants to shove my cock into her mouth and see her eyes widen when I come down her throat because I’m on edge from the road trip.
But I need her pussy. I have to drive myself deep inside her.
Crew has pulled back, easing out of her.
“Worth the wait,” he says with a satisfied sigh.
No one is trying to make me feel guilty. Hell, they’re all letting me off the hook easy, especially Crew.
But I do feel guilty and it’s going to take me a few days to sort this out in my head. I’ve spent the last few years since I met Danielle becoming a better man, and it’s an evolution I want to continue. For my family.
Right now, though, I need to push all of those complicated emotions aside and focus on right here, right now.
And what my wife needs is for me to be fully engaged with her. Making her happy.
I lift her chin up and meet her gaze. “Go change,” I tell her. “Put on what you picked out for me.”
“I thought you lost your lingerie privileges for this trip,” Crew says with a grin, climbing down off of the bed and grabbing his towel off of the floor.
But Danielle knows I’m asking for absolution.
I don’t deserve it. I know that. But I’m asking for it.
She gives it to me.
Turning and sitting down on the mattress, she lifts her tight little ass and peels down her thong, wiping her inner thighs with the barely-there fabric.
Then she offers it to Crew with a pretty smile. “Would you like these?”
“Absolutely. I always love a trophy.” He takes them and briefly lifts them to his nose before setting them on the dresser.
“Let me help you take that shirt off for Nathan,” Michael says. He grips the hemline of the tee while Danielle obediently raises her arms.
Her breasts bounce a little when the shirt gets caught up in her hair.
I loved Danielle’s body before but I love it even more now.
It’s given us two beautiful children and her stomach is a little softer, her breasts a little fuller.
It’s the most beautiful thing on the fucking planet to see the woman you love become a mother and while she’s never in any way expressed insecurity over the changes to her body, it’s my personal mission to make her feel sexy and gorgeous every day.
So when she walks across the bedroom naked I watch every step she takes, raking my eyes down the length of her body and back again.
“Fucking perfect,” I tell her, my throat tight. “You are so incredibly gorgeous naked and ready to please your men.”
She pauses at the luggage rack with her bag on it and turns to me. Her eyes are sparkling with mischief. “Oh, so you don’t want me to put on that little black number? Just stay naked?”
“Oh, you’re going to do both. Put on the black lingerie for the thirty seconds that it takes for me to lose control and rip it off of you.”
Michael chuckles. “That sounds about right.”
“Close your eyes, Nate,” Crew says. “Michael and I will help Dani get dressed.”
“What? No.” I give him a stern look. “Forget it. If anyone helps her put on my lingerie, it will be me.”
“You don’t want to spoil the surprise,” Danielle says, lifting sheer black fabric on the tip of her index finger. “Think of this as your punishment.”
Damn it. “Fine,” I growl.
I force myself to close my eyes. I even put my hand over them when I start to hear fabric rustling and Dani’s soft moans.
I can envision in my head what’s happening.
She has Crew lifting a foot up while Michael slides on a thong, his fingers teasing over her clit as he does.
Crew is probably kissing her inner thigh.
Then they’ll both cup and massage her breasts, pinching and sucking her nipples as they put the bra on her…
Fuck. I grip my cock and pump it hard, needing release, needing my wife now.
It sounds like Danielle is whimpering now.
“That’s it,” I snap. “Enough.”
I open my eyes and am treated to the most incredible sight.
Danielle is wearing a black strappy bra thing that doesn’t cover her breasts at all. It just wraps around them, lifting them up so that her nipples are on full display. The scrap of see through fabric covering her pussy just draws my eye there.
Michael is on one side of her, kissing her neck and fingering her under that tiny scrap of nothing that is her panties.
Crew is on her other side, their tongues entwined, his thumb rolling over a taut nipple.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, her chest rising up and down rapidly.
She’s rocking onto Michael’s finger.
“Now that is quite a view,” I say, both turned on and amused.
Danielle breaks off her kiss with Crew and smirks at me. “Why, thank you.”
Our girl has gotten sassier over the years. She’s enjoying this little tease.
“Got her all ready for you,” Michael tells me.
“I appreciate it.” I hold my hand out, my voice softening more than I intend. “Come here, Danielle.”
Her cheeks pinken even more as she steps forward and takes my hand.
I love that I can still make our dirty girl blush over something so simple.
Kissing her, I close my eyes and savor the taste of her lips.
She sighs, leaning into me.
One little sweep of my tongue over her bottom lip and she opens for me.
I’ll never cease to be amazed at how open she is to all of us, all the time.
For a few moments, I allow the tenderness to sweep over me, to absorb her love.
Then I break off the kiss, step away and point to the bed. “Feet on the floor, wide apart. Hands on the bed.”
Danielle shivers and her nipples tighten ever further. She nods, flicking her tongue over her bottom lip. “Yes, Husband.”
I wait until she’s in position, her tight ass rising up in greeting for me, her tempting little pussy so close, so open for me.
The need to bury myself to the hilt is high, but the need to draw it out for her is higher.
“Michael, do you want Danielle to suck your cock?” I ask.
He’s already moving onto the bed as he responds. “Oh, trust me, I would fucking love that.”
“You heard him, Danielle. Open up that pretty little mouth and take your man.”
Crew is watching us with hooded eyes. He’s stroking himself, his dick growing hard again.
Michael runs his thumb over Danielle’s mouth, then the tip of his rock solid cock. Her tongue flicks over his head.
Moving behind her, I run a finger between her ass cheeks, just a light brush. A little tease of a touch.
Then I smack the curve of her ass.
She jumps a little. I know she wasn’t expecting that.
I also know she loves it.
She glances back at me, pouting prettily. “What was that for?”
“For wearing my outfit for Michael. Late or not, you should have saved it for me.”
“You should have been on time,” she bites back.
I spank her again. “You’re right. I should have been on time. You’re still going to get punished.”
It’s what she wants. I know it. And I want to give it to her.
She inhales sharply and nods. She even lifts her ass in a subtle invitation.
“I want you to choke on Michael’s cock while I spank you.” My own cock is throbbing. My whole body is tense, my mouth hot with desire. I want to pound her little pussy into oblivion.
Instead, I land my palm on her perfect ass over and over with firm but not painful smacks as Michael pumps his dick in and out of her greedy little mouth.
“That’s it,” Crew says. “Take all that cock, baby. Make Michael come.” Crew has moved in beside her and is idly playing with her nipples.
“Please,” Danielle begs. “Nathan.”
She’s come before just from being spanked. She’s come just from sucking one of us off. She’s come after long teasing torturous sessions where we just play with her nipples and massage her and stroke along her thighs. Then one flick of the tongue and she breaks.
“Our dirty little girl, so desperate,” I tell her. “Not until Michael comes, baby. You’re getting spanked until your husband comes.”
She doesn’t respond. She lifts one hand and grips the base of Michael’s shaft as he thrusts in and out of her mouth.
That’s all it takes for him to explode into her, his groans filling the room.
I ease my palm down over her pinkened ass and swallow hard as I wait for him to finish.
The second he eases out of her I can’t wait any longer.
I’m flipping Danielle onto her back as she’s still wiping cum off of her lip and rubbing it across her nipple.
That almost undoes me.
I rip the thong off of her, actually breaking the strap at the seam.
Then I’m inside her, sawing my cock in her wet heat. “God, this perfect little cunt,” I breathe. “I missed it so much.”
She arches her knees up to give me better access.
Crew turns her head and it’s his turn to slide his cock between her lips.
I’m drowning in her cunt but even as she squirms and gasps in delight, I know what she wants.
“You want Crew in your ass, don’t you?” I ask her.
She nods eagerly as she pulls off of Crew with a pop. “Yes. Please. Nathan, please. Let Crew fuck my ass.”
With a quick roll, I have us both on our sides, me still fucking her. “Lift your leg onto mine.”
She knows the routine but I still get off on talking her through it.
I grip her ass and pull one of her cheeks up to open her for Crew. He’s already there, swirling his finger around her tight hole.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Yes.” She’s going wild with anticipation, trying to thrust onto me at the same time as she’s trying to encourage Crew inside her.
I brush her hair back off of her cheek. “Settle down. Crew and I have got this.”
Her breathing is frantic, her chest heaving up and down, her nipples scraping against my chest. But she nods and goes still.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her, still stroking her hair. “Such a good little slut following orders.”
Crew catches my eye over her shoulder and I nod. He pushes inside her ass and Dani stiffens, a gasp of guttural pleasure flying off of her lips.
“Oh, oh, yes. This is perfect.” She lifts her hand over my back, and I know what she’s doing. She’s lacing fingers with Michael. She wants that connection with the three of us, always.
Crew and I work together establishing a rhythm as we fuck her in tandem.
Danielle gasps and cries out her pleasure, her voice growing louder and louder. She’s shaking and shuddering as she screams, “More! More! Harder!”
Neither of us are going to argue with that. We both pick up the pace and drive deeper simultaneously, pounding her so hard she’s bouncing on the mattress.
I’m balls deep in her when she explodes, sobbing her way through an orgasm, a chant of “Yes, yes, yes,” falling off of her lips.
I love these moments when she completely loses herself in being fucked by her husbands. When the only thing that matters is the four of us in this room.
I can never get enough of pleasuring Danielle.
When she finally stops shuddering, I come hard, gripping her hip tightly, all my pent up frustration and fear and anger at myself releasing deep inside her cunt.
Crew pulls out and shoots cum onto her lower back, swearing as he does.
Then we all collapse onto the mattress.
I slide a finger down her cheek and murmur, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She smiles at me and tickles her fingers down my arm.
I give one last shudder.
Then I pass out, completely spent.