Epilogue – Travis
“Fuck,” A voice echoed through the bedroom door as I silently walked down the hallway. “You’re a bitch when you want to be.”
Eli.
Sounding, very un-Eli like.
“You love it, and you know it.” Frankie’s smart tone snapped back as I silently pushed the door to our bedroom open, revealing what was happening inside.
And holy fucking damn.
“Shut up, and fuck me.” He groaned, throwing his head back as Frankie slammed into him harder for good measure.
He was hanging from a sex swing in the middle of our bedroom, something I hadn’t seen before, or hung. I was a little more upset that they put holes in my cedar plank ceiling than I was about the fact that they were using fun new sex toys behind my back while I was supposed to be at work.
Eli moaned, pulling my attention away from the hardware in the ceiling as I leaned against the doorframe to watch them fuck.
Or really, to watch Frankie fuck him.
Something I’d been begging to do to him for years.
Okay, fine, I was most upset about that part.
He laid back on the black swing, naked, legs spread and supported in stirrups as his shoulders hovered in a hammock, swinging on and off our wife’s brand-new strap-on she bought last week.
A toy we were going to break in together at some point but hadn’t even opened yet.
And Frankie? Fuck.
She wore black leather lingerie that I was pretty sure was crotchless, like it had been plucked straight out of my dirtiest fantasy.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” He groaned, fisting his cock and stroking it as she fucked him.
“You’re supposed to be getting punished.” She slapped his hand away, gripping his hips and slamming into him harder. “Not enjoying it.”
He grinned, face flushed as he gripped the handle above his head, bracing for her savage thrusts as his hard cock bobbed against his abs. “Then you’re doing it wrong, because I am most definitely enjoying this.”
“Bastard.” She hissed and then pulled out, standing a foot away as he sputtered in shock.
“Evil.” He grunted, lifting himself up in the swing to glare at her. “Diabolically evil.”
“What the fuck are you two doing?” I asked loudly from the doorway, making them both jump, and I wish I had been thinking to snap their picture. Mouths agape, eyes wide, and both of them looking guilty as fuck.
“Shit,” Eli groaned, fighting with the straps as he tried to get his feet free. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Like I’m being left out of something I’ve wanted for years?” I crossed the room, glaring at both of them, before looking up at the ugly-ass eyebolt hanging from the ceiling. “Did you even check to make sure that was in a ceiling joist?”
Frankie grinned, “To be honest, no.”
“You said it was secure!” Eli yelled, swinging harder trying to get out of the swing, but I grabbed his foot, tipping it up and planting his ass back into the swing as I glared at him.
“Explain yourselves.”
He huffed, but crossed his arms across his chest like he wasn’t spread eagle, with his lubed-up asshole on display as I glanced down at the strap she was using on him with interest.
Damn, it was almost as big as me.
“You ruined it now,” he said with a pout. “So, it doesn’t matter.”
“I ruined it?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him dominantly as I turned him, so I stood between his spread legs and leaned over him, wrapping my hand around his throat. “Come again?”
Frankie snorted, tipping her head back as she fell into giggles, earning a scathing glare from me before she started taking off her strap.
“He was trying to surprise you for our anniversary.” She droned on, unimpressed. “I told him whiskey was probably safer, but he insisted on giving you his ass.” She shrugged. “I’m innocent in all of this.”
“Bullshit.” I snapped and pulled her over, so she was pinned between him and me, folded over his chest as I spanked her ass. She moaned and arched into it as Eli shifted to hold her to his chest with a weary look at me over her shoulder.
“Are you mad?” He asked. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“You let her take your ass virginity with a toy instead of letting me have it?” I cocked my head to the side, spanking her again, drawing another moan from her lips as I slid my hand down between her cheeks to prove myself right that her outfit was crotchless and pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy. “And you got off on it.” I barked.
She giggled, spreading her legs as best she could, always willing to take it rough when I was worked up. “To be fair, I was punishing him because I found him in here, playing with my new toy without permission, trying to prep himself for your big cock.”
My dick hardened in my jeans as I got to the bottom of it all. “How very Domme of you.” I pinched her clit, and she shrieked, trying to crawl up Eli’s body to get away from it. “But not your job. That was my prize. And you took it.”
She panted, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to punish me for it?”
My wife.
The minx.
Always ready to play with us as if we were her two personal toys.
Because we were.
“Fuck yes, I am.” I said, picking her up by her waist until she straddled Eli’s waist in the swing, his still-hard cock pinned between them. “And you’re not going to like it.”
I stepped back from them, and stripped out of my work clothes, stroking my hard cock as I walked back over to them.
“Are you sure about that?” Eli asked, adjusting her so she was sitting back, hovering over the ground between his thighs, just how I wanted her. “Because I think we’re both about to like this.”
I lined up and sank into our wife’s wet pussy without another word, making her hiss and dig her nails into our husband’s chest as she took it.
“Yep,” she moaned, “I like that a lot.”
Fisting a hand in her long dark hair, I pulled her up, so she was sitting up and then I reached around her body and pulled her lingerie to the side, revealing both of her massive tits to our guy, who was always down to play with his favorite toys. “Who bought the swing?”
“Me.” Frankie panted. “It was my gift to you both for our anniversary. I hung it up this morning before I ran to the store to get some steaks for dinner. I was going to fill you both with delicious dinner and then bring you in here and let you do dirty, depraved things to me.”
“Interesting.” I glanced up at the ugly hook in my ceiling and slammed into her again, making them both moan with pleasure. I held her still as Eli leaned forward and started playing with her tits, while I fucked her pussy until she was moaning, and begging to come.
She knew better than to do it without permission on a fuck like this.
She knew I’d demand her submission before I gave it to her.
Which was why I didn’t give it to her.
Instead, I picked up the toy she had laid on the bench at the end of the bed, and chuckled when I saw what was on it.
A condom.
She glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned. “It was supposed to make his ass burn with the tingling shit,” She shrugged, “but the bastard liked it.”
“Hmm.” I said, pulling the condom off and taking the dildo out of the harness before pouring lube over the head.
Frankie’s eyes squinted as she watched me prep it, and almost as if she knew what was coming, she started to scurry off Eli’s lap.
But he was two steps ahead of her and held her tight around the waist as I lined it up with her ass, pushing her toy in. “Fucking hell, Trav.” She hissed, but leaned back on it, taking it in one slow, steady thrust.
My wife thrived with a toy in her ass, and we all knew it.
She moaned, pushing on and off it, fucking herself with it as I held it firmly before I let go of it and pushed her up Eli’s chest. Sputtering, she looked back at me. “What the fuck?”
“You stole my prize.” I shrugged, stroking my cock, still wet with her arousal, as I grabbed the bottle of lube again and poured it over it. “So now you get to sit there, stuffed, but unfulfilled.”
“Dick.” She hissed, but her eyes were alight with fire, from what I was about to do.
Our husband was a little more reserved. “Trav, wait.”
“No.” I walked back to where he sat, so on display and at my mercy, and pushed my cock against his asshole.
Something I had wanted for years. Something he held off on, out of fear of my size, but he was always eager to fuck my ass though.
Which I wasn’t complaining about, there was nothing better than taking it from him while I gave it to Frankie at the same time.
“Jesus, I’m not prepped to take you there yet.” He groaned, tensing. “I haven’t taken anything that big yet.”
“Which is a shame. Something I would be willing to help you with if you had just come to me with it.” I pushed, breaching that tight ring of muscles at the entrance, cursing at how tight he was. “But now you’re going to take me, ready or not, because you hid it from me.”
“I was trying to surprise you.” He hissed, holding onto the swing, gripping it tight in his fists. “Because you’re the absolute worst to buy a present for.”
“He’s got you there, big guy.” Frankie smirked. “You’re impossible to buy for.”
“Am not.” I groaned, notching my hands around his hips where his legs met his sides and bracing him as I pushed in and pulled out, taking him slowly but keeping the motion continuous. If I kept moving, the burn wouldn’t come as forcefully. I knew that. “This.” I moaned, “This is what I wanted.”
“Fuck,” He dropped his head back and widened his legs, pushing onto me as best as he could in the swing, as I went deeper. “Jesus, that cock is so thick.”
“You can do it.” Frankie murmured, laying kisses all over his chest and neck, tempting him and distracting him like a good little wife. She was perfect for us. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Reaching behind her, she grazed my chest with her fingertips, grounding me, “How does he feel, Saw?”
“So tight,” I licked my lips, pushing all the way into him, and his cock jumped between them. “So hot.”