Chapter 8 #3
“Six years ago.” His face lights up as he smiles. “He proposed next to the Chesterfield on the night we moved in.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“I’m sure you know how beautiful you are,” Barnaby continues, “but I’ll reinforce the obvious. You’re a beautiful woman. David couldn’t have picked better, Lucy or not.”
“Thank you. I’m pretty sure he picked me because of Lucy, though.”
He sits beside me and runs a hand up my thigh.
“I found some pictures in an old box of moving stuff when we first got a place together. A couple of framed ones of me and Lucy. I told him how crazy I was about her. Past tense.”
“I love how he sought out the doppelganger of someone you had such a mega connection with. That’s security, right there.”
“I know. It goes both ways. We have it lucky, both of us.” He pauses. “Which is why I don’t want to get the party started without him. There is no party for me without David.”
The adoration in his eyes makes me smile.
He laughs and gestures to the doorway.
“He thinks we’ll be at it like rabbits in here. Me reliving my filthy fun times with Lucy. But no. I want to share every second of it with him.”
“That’s beautiful.”
He nods. “Yep. I’m a lucky sod. So, best get the bugger in here since the clock is ticking. HEY, DAVID, GET IN HERE WITH THE CHAMPERS, WILL YOU?”
David appears in the doorway, champagne and glasses in hand. He looks over at the pair of us sitting together on the bed, and raises his eyebrows.
“Talk about taking it slow.”
Barnaby grins at him. “We’re not taking it anywhere without you, Mr Harrison. Crack open the fizz and let’s get going.”
David opens the champagne, popping the cork into the air before he pours us all a glass.
“To the birthday boy,” he toasts and I join him in a cheer.
When the two of them lock eyes, and share a look of utter adoration, I get a lurch in my stomach. Not of champagne, or nerves, or needing a good fucking. This one is different. It’s deep.
It’s looking at two men in love with each other, and being a part of that love along with them. Sharing in times that really mean something, with such respect and no insecurity. Nothing but trust and need.
Heath.
Heath and Josh.
No!
I can’t go there. Not here and not now. Not as Holly.
I banish the thought with all my might as I down the glass of fizz David presents me with. This is all about him and Barnaby.
“Delicious,” I say with a smack of my lips, and then I hand the empty glass back over and get into a decent playtime position in the middle of the bed.
I remember David’s proposal, how he said they’d want to be voyeurs, and from the way they are transfixed by me as they sip at their own drinks, it seems that now would be a great time for a viewing.
“Come take a look as you sip your birthday champers,” I giggle, and they position themselves at the bottom of the bed. A great spot for the show.
I hitch my legs up as they watch me, spreading myself to show them my tight lacy panties, and play with my tits for them. Tugging at my nipples.
“I’m so horny right now,” I tell them.
I reach down and rip the crotch of my fishnets, and Barnaby gulps while David smiles. I squirm on the bed, raising myself on an elbow to slide my hand down between my legs. My panties are easy to tug to the side, and it feels real fucking good to tease my clit as they watch me.
I take it slow. I keep it real. The way I build myself up is full on authentic as I stroke my clit and ease my slit open. I curl my fingers inside when my pussy is desperate, and I’m lost to everything but the sensation as I do a double play. Clit and G-spot at the same time.
“You might need a towel…” I say. “I can get quite messy.”
“No towel,” Barnaby says. “Soak the bed right through for all I care.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The pressure inside builds, and I’m moaning and straining, fingers at full action both inside and out when I reach my peak and come for them. My tits bounce at the orgasm, and I curse obscenities, panting like a bitch in heat in the aftermath.
My head is spinning, and my pussy is pulsing. It’s the perfect time for birthday boy to get on the bed and climb into position on top of me.
He rubs the head of his cock against my slit.
“Too soon?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“No. Nice and deep, please. Give me everything you’ve got.”
My throbbing cunt squelches when he plunges deep. That makes him grin, and the guy is possessed as he thrusts his hips, and looks me right in the eyes as he fucks me.
Lucy.
He’s looking at Lucy.
“Your pussy is amazing,” he says. “I’d forgotten how good a hot, wet cunt feels.”
“Glad I’m here to remind you.”
David stays silent as his husband fucks me. He sips his champagne with a smile as Barnaby slurps at my bobbing tits and sucks at my nipples, and I do my best to give the birthday present the very highest value.
I whimper and whisper filthy nothings to Barnaby about how good he feels. How nice his dick feels as it thrusts inside me. How he’s a wizard at driving my tits crazy.
During the fuck fest, we get Barnaby out of his clothes. His shirt gets unbuttoned and his smeared white trousers get wriggled out of, and my panties and fishnets get pulled off and free, until we’re flesh to flesh. Fuck, I love the way the slap of skin to skin sounds. It’s divine.
I’m urging Barnaby on for more, more, more when David starts undressing himself. His cock is at full mast, straining as he works it in his hand. Watching his partner getting so horny must be driving him wild.
“Time to share,” he finally says, and joins us on the bed.
Barnaby is still thrusting into my cunt as he grins.
“I love sharing,” he says. “How are we going to split it?”
“You keep Holly’s slick, wet pussy, and I’ll take her asshole, how about that? You know I’m crazy over ass.”
Barnaby laughs.
“Sure do.”
I let the guys guide me into their preferred position, straddling Barnaby and lowering myself to spear my pussy on his raging dick. I know what’s coming next. I love taking two guys at once, and lean forward so I’m chest to chest with the lovely birthday boy.
David graces me with a decent slathering of lube from a bottle in the bedside drawer. His fingers feel fantastic as they spread my ass cheeks and slather me in preparation.
“Don’t hold back,” I say, and give him a cheeky, brown holed wink to urge him on.
“Don’t you need warming up with some finger play?” David asks, but I shake my head, shooting him a glance over my shoulder.
Not only am I craving the double stretch, but I can feel Barnaby’s balls tensing up as I ride him. Time is running out for round one.
“No. I’m too desperate,” I tell David. “Please, just fucking fuck me.”
“If you insist,” David says, and holy shit, how he ploughs me.
His thick dick is clearly used to ass, and he knows the angle to drive in hard. He takes hold of my hips and aims deep, two sets of balls bashing together as the couple share me.
I’m their Lucy doll, speared and shared as two cocks stretch me open. My ass burns, and my pussy squelches, my body at the beautiful mercy of two guys having their fun.
I’m having a damned good time, too.
It’s been a long time since I’ve… I’ve…
Taken two like this.
I push those thoughts aside again, and focus on the sensations rising inside me. My ass accepts the strain of David, and my pussy builds with another round of tension, and all three of us are cursing and groaning when the pounding peak hits us all.
It’s Barnaby that comes first, grunting underneath me, and it’s the speeding up of David’s dick that sets me off next. I’m a sweaty mess as I come, held tight between two guys, and David is practically savage as he pumps his load into my ass.
I relax in the heady bliss in the aftermath. I’ve been double pumped, and double filled. Two loads of cum from two gorgeous guys who gave me a decent pounding to get them there.
None of us move as we catch our breath. I’m warm and comfortable between two heaving bodies, drifting happily in the floating joy of post orgasm hedonism when David leans over my shoulder to kiss his husband.
It’s beautiful to see up close.
It’s beautiful to see full stop.
Their tongues entwine, full of love, and it’s one moment I won’t be sharing. Not this time. This kiss is all about them.
When David lifts his body enough to set me free, I slip to the side, and watch as the two lovers embrace each other, making out like they’re in full on honeymoon mode on the bed.
Their limbs are tangled, and their love is palpable, both of them consumed with each other as I take on the voyeur position.
It’s a nice place to be.
I’m transfixed. Soaked into the world of guy on guy heat, while my heart pounds. I miss this.
No. NO. I won’t let myself sink into the memories…
When David and Barnaby suck each other’s dicks, it’s hot as fuck. Two wet mouths cleaning my taste from each other. Hell, Barnaby takes David’s dirty cock and slurps on it like it’s a lollipop, straight from my ass without a care.
Their mouths know how to work each other. I’m still watching with glee as they build up for another round of fucking, getting tingles inside at the thought of what’s to come next. Literally.
I’m rubbing my pulsing, used pussy when their attention zones back on me. I give them a cheeky smile as they catch me enjoying their playtime.
“Like I said,” I giggle, “I never pretend.”
“No surprise you have so many five star reviews on your Agency profile,” David says. “I’ll be adding another one myself. You’re everything they promised.”
I tip my head to the side.
“Bit early to be saying that, isn’t it?”
“Not in the slightest. Even if your performance was piss poor from here on in, you’d still have earnt top marks. That was exquisite.”
“You had a major part to play in that,” I say. “You two were top acts, too. And as for watching you with each other…”