Chapter 28 #2
It’s wonderful, as well, to see their relationship blossom—how casually Khesan will sling his arm over Shathar’s shoulder, how they cuddle up together on the couch, how they take turns sitting in the front seat. Once he has his residency, Khesan pledges to learn to drive so it’s not always on me.
But when he says it aloud, all of us fall silent. Only one of them will achieve that at the end of this. Only one of them will learn to drive.
Each of us tries to banish this eventuality from our thoughts in our own way.
I treasure every single day we have together, living as much as I can in the moment.
Khesan takes every opportunity to show me how he cares about me, with his big mouth and his loving body.
Shathar shows his love with service, cooking for us, learning how to do our laundry, cleaning up the dead flowers out front and preparing the soil for a future he may not see.
One weekend, after we’ve fit many plugs into myself and Khesan, Shathar finally proposes it. I’m glad he did, because I was an inch away from suggesting it myself.
“Khesan,” he begins, clearing his throat. “How would you feel about… taking my cock?”
My other husband lifts his head, fans spreading wide. “Taking you in my ass?”
I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from giggling. They’re both so upfront.
Shathar nods. “If you’re interested.”
In response, Khesan sits up tall in his chair and furiously nods his head. “Yes. I would like this very much.”
Who needs a vibrator when you have a ridged dick available to you?
I’m jumping up and down with excitement as we retire to my bedroom. Maybe I’ll even upgrade to a bigger bed. I’ve heard they make them.
This time, Shathar holds Khesan’s tail out of the way over his hip as he positions himself behind him. He asks if I’ll help, so I bring out the lube and coat Shathar in it, making sure to stroke him plenty. Then I coat Khesan’s hole, too, and push my fingers inside him to spread it around.
“Are you ready?” Shathar asks, notching the very tip of his cock inside Khesan.
“Yes!”
I love how eager Khesan is for this new experience.
Rapt, I watch as Shathar gently works himself in until Khesan reaches his limit. Then he pauses, letting our husband adjust to him, before proceeding deeper. I drop to the bed and reach under Khesan’s hips to wrap my hand around his cock.
He lurches forward. “Vakha,” he mutters, and pre-cum is dripping from him. “Fiona, that is marvelous.”
Khesan is moaning, his shoulders curling, his whole body tightening as Shathar and I tease him together.
“Are you ready?” asks Shathar. “You are about to take all of me, Khesan.”
Khesan’s body is already taut as a string as he says, “More, please. I want all of you.”
Damn, they’re hot.
In one go, Shathar pushes the rest of the way in, and Khesan cries out. His eyes go huge and his cock spasms, now copiously leaking.
“That feels incredible,” he whispers, gazing at me with wonder in his eyes.
Shathar chuckles as he pulls out, then dives in a second time, fully sheathing himself.
Khesan’s arms wobble under him, and it isn’t long before Shathar is moving faster and Khesan is mumbling incoherently.
I squeeze his cock as he gets fucked, and soon his arms give out so only his ass sticks up in the air.
When he comes, it’s like a rocket. He spurts into the bed and all over my hand once, and then again, and Shathar roars as he gives it to Khesan even faster. Then he, too, goes over the edge, and his fans flare as he orgasms.
I grin at both of them when they fall down to the bed. Khesan pulls me and Shathar into his arms at the same time, and his voice is shivering with emotion as he says, “I love you. I love you both so, so much.”
We technically had plans this weekend. And we do manage to spend one afternoon at the arcade with our friends for happy hour, where we drink and eat and play Foosball together.
Shathar and Khesan are fascinated with the arcade games, getting into a rather heated competition over motorcycle racing.
Both of them are so abysmal at it, veering off to the side of the road and crashing into things, that I’m second-guessing the driver’s license proposal.
By the end of the night, we each have a roll of tickets. All together we can afford a tiny stuffed animal on a keychain, which Khesan gleefully claims to hold his house key. It’s bright pink, just like the collar he sometimes wears in bed.
Then we’re on our way home, the three of us, ready for the next step. Ready for whatever our love brings us.
Tonight, I have a plan.
“Khesan,” I say on our drive home, glancing at him in the rearview. “What would you think of… being inside me while Shathar is inside of you?”
There’s no response for a moment, but when I peer at him again, his eyes are glassy.
“I would like nothing else,” he says hoarsely. “To have both my mates at the same time?”
Shathar smirks like it’s the very answer he expected.
After dinner, when we’ve all stripped down, we debate the right position.
There are a few ways I can imagine doing it, so first, I lie back on the bed right on the edge and spread my legs for Khesan.
He takes the invitation, smearing his cock all over me before sliding in, and his eyes roll back in his head.
“It is always such a joy to be inside you.” Then he leans down to kiss me.
While he’s bent over, Shathar takes up position behind him, and squirts lube onto his hand. He lifts Khesan’s tail and Khesan comes to a halt, fully buried in me. Though I can’t see what’s going on, I feel it when Khesan’s cock spasms inside me, and Shathar pants behind him.
“You are so tight, Khesan,” he growls, and then his hips move, pushing Khesan deeper inside me. Both of us moan at the same time.
Shathar is the one who sets the pace. Every time he pulls back, so does Khesan; and every time he slams in again, Khesan cries out and pushes his cock into me. It is, most certainly, the sexiest thing that’s ever occurred in my life, and I couldn’t be happier to be here, doing it with them.