Chapter 9
Iam still reeling from the orgasm they had just given me as I step into our suite.
I loved feeling both of their hands inside me–it was absolutely exhilarating.
Teamwork was one thing Sam had no trouble with, having experimented with using toys in the past to heighten pleasure, but having another person–especially a man–was new territory for us both.
Planting myself in the center of the room.
I look between my husband and our equally handsome guest for the evening.
Sammie’s hands rub along the fabric of his pants nervously.
His chiseled face focused on me, the hard set of his jaw relaxing when our eyes connect.
Having a woman join us wasn’t as nerve racking because I didn’t have to guess if Samuel would be okay with certain things.
Nathan was bold and sure of what he wanted, and although Sammie said he didn’t fuck men, I saw the curiosity in his eyes.
To be honest I had always wondered if Sammie ever experimented with other men. Not that I thought he had, but it kind of turned me on. I wanted to see if Sammie was as committed to the idea of exploration as he wanted me to be.
I shimmy out of my dress in the center of the room, placing my naked body on display for their hungry gazes. Their growing appreciation of my body doesn’t go unnoticed beneath the material of their pants. They stand there almost unsure of which one of them is in charge. Little do they know–it’s me.
“Nathan, sweetie, did you bring condoms,” I ask.
“And lube,” he nods, digging in his pockets producing a tiny bottle of liquid and a small handful of condoms like a good boy.
“You just carry around lube and condoms,” Sam chuckles.
“I know what I want and like to be prepared for any and all opportunities,” Nate shrugs unapologetically.
“Set those on the nightstand,” I instruct.
Nathan eagerly struts close to the bed doing as he’s told.
“Both of you strip,” I tell them. Sam gives me a knowing smile as I make my way to the bed sitting at the edge. He always loves when I take charge.
Following instructions, they both waste no time discarding their clothes. I send Nathan to the chair across from the bed, having Sammie kneel in front of me.
I lean back, parting my thighs exposing my wet center. Sammie licks his lips ready for his meal. Nathan’s legs are spread, his length laid over his thigh, his hand squeezing the base of his dick.
“Sammie,” I beckon him closer, playing in my wetness, “show Nate how my pussy likes to be eaten.”
Without words, Sammie wraps me in a desperate kiss until I am breathless, then crawls down my body kissing a path down my naked torso teasingly before attaching his mouth to my honey pot.
His tongue lavishes my pussy with praise, lapping at my center like I was the only way to quench his thirst. His tongue swirls my clit then slides into my hole, fucking me so good I almost leap off the bed.
He slows, allowing my body to calm as I watch Nathan slowly jack his heavy member.
“Nate, sweetie, come fill my mouth,” my moan almost sounds like I’m begging. Sam continues to alternate his attention from my clit to my hole.
Nate’s stride is slow, confident but also cautious.
He seems to know this landscape is fresh and fragile–like a piece of blown glass pulled straight out of the fire.
The bed dips as he kneels next to me, his dick bobbing in my face.
I grasp it wasting no time slipping him in my mouth sucking with as much focus as I could, matching my pace to Sam’s.
I mimic his tongue movements with my own while he is slurping me up like an ice cold drink on a hot day, slipping a finger in my ass.
Nathan’s hand cups one of my breasts while Sam’s hand plays with the other.
My mouth works him as much as I can while Sam eats me ravenously until I couldn’t take anymore and release Nate.
All of the sensations have my body primed and ready but this isn’t how I want to come.
“Don’t be too greedy, baby, share with our guest,” I moan. “Nathan help Sam clean up my mess.”
Nathan smiles, stepping off the bed taking his place beside Sammie shoving his face between my legs, licking and sucking.
Both of their tongues stroke my clit in unison until they seem to tangle together, driving me to scream out, my toes curling.
I watch as they tongue kiss each other wrapping my clit up in their lip’s embrace.
It is the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever witnessed.
“Just like that,” I moan, feeling my pussy gush. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
My body spasms as my first orgasm takes hold of me.
My center pulsates from the stimulation taking my body to the brink.
My boys continue the kiss through my orgasm leaving me desperate for more.
They separate giving me a reprieve, their lust coated gazes focus on me, waiting for more directions.
Sammie looks shocked, worried almost. I reach for my husband, crashing my lips to his sucking and biting his lips then giving Nathan’s mouth similar attention.
“Come fuck my mouth, honey,” my eyes trained on Nathan as I speak to my husband.
Sammie stands showing us his stiff flesh, precum beading at his slit.
Nate licks his lips as if begging for a taste as he fists his shaft slowly.
Sammie’s jaw clenches as I collect his precum with my thumb, offering it to Nate who hungrily sucks the tip of my finger groaning at the taste before releasing it with a pop.
I turn back to my husband, taking him in completely while he lets me do all the work.
Moving my hands to his ass, I encourage him to punish my throat the way I love.
“Just like that, Evie girl,” Nathan encourages.
“Shit, you feel so good around my dick,” Sammie grunts. “You look so fucking pretty with your mouth wrapped around me.”
Sammie’s hips thrust, gliding his taught flesh over my tongue with measured precision, using my throat like his own personal toy as I look up at his pleasure-stricken features through my lashes.
Sammie’s voice was hoarse, sharing his groans of pleasure.
Nathan’s hands caress my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers while cooing praises in my ear.
My eyes water deepthroating Sam’s dick before he snatches it out of my mouth allowing me to take a full breath.
“Baby, you did so good,” Sammie praises his voice deep and husky as he grips himself, “now show our guest some attention.”
I smile–eager to please my husband–turning to give Nathan head.
His salty flesh makes my mouth water. I suck his tip, stroking his shaft, popping his member out of my mouth before my pussy can’t stand to be ignored anymore.
Sucking dick always made her more needy.
Sammie must know exactly what I need because he grips my chin, kissing me as he follows my body to the mattress tapping my clit with his tip before sliding deep inside me.
“Baby,” I gasp from how deep he is, his girth hitting every spot I have perfectly.
He fucks me feverously as my hands look for anything to grip on to as pleasure builds. I claw at Sammie’s shoulders and back while Nathan assumes the role of our cuck, kneeling beside us enjoying our show.
“I love to see you taking that dick,” Nathan compliments, speaking directly into my ear, “You look so good. I can’t wait to see the faces you’ll make when we’re both inside you, beautiful.”
My body heats with excitement thinking of them both inside me at once–so much so my orgasm takes me by surprise. Sammie rotates his hips at the perfect angle triggering another before pulling out. My body is vibrating and sensitive.
He flips me to my stomach, slapping my ass.
My breath hitches when I feel the fabric of a washrag against my asshole.
The suds gently purge any impurities from the puckered flesh before wiping them away with another warm rag.
Sam tosses the towels and then dives in mouth first, his tongue and fingers working against my asshole.
We hadn’t had anal sex in a while, but I knew how much Sam loved fucking my ass, especially for special occasions.
I’m glad I took the extra step of prepping for this exact scenario.
“Oh God,” I groan, watching Nathan smile, grabbing the small bottle of lube, opening it, drizzling it over my ass, helping Sam get me ready for him. Both men work as a team massaging the oil over my ass cheeks and down my slit until I am begging them for more.
When they had enough of teasing me, Sammie places his tip at my hole slowly invading my back passageway as Nathan holds my ass cheeks open.
Pain and pleasure mingle as his manhood presses forward splitting me open.
Sammie gives me a moment to adjust asNathan’s hand wanders my body, trying to distract me from the sting.
Sammie begins slowly pumping in and out of my ass, my body giving way to pleasure.
The rougher he gets the more my pussy clenches.
“Oh, baby you feel so good fucking my ass like that,” I say as Nathan stands beside us, donning a condom preparing for his invitation.
He stands back, watching Sammie fuck me as I writhe beneath him.
Sammie leans over me and grasps my thighs, flipping us.
My husband’s dick still embedded inside me as my front is exposed to Nathan.
Cool air assaults my nipples as Nathan takes his place between my thighs his wicked smile beams at me as he drops to his knees, licking and suckling my pussy as Sammie fucks my ass harder.
The two of them work in perfect tandem until my body pushes out my release all over Nathan’s face.
I am panting when he places himself at my entrance, his fingers stroking my clit while Sammie continues to fuck my ass deeper from his new position.
“May I?” he asks.
His manhood is fully erect and ready to be used. I look up at him using my hand to guide him inside of my needy slit. I am panting from how good it feels to have both of their thicknesses stretching me. Nate drips more lube onto our joined flesh, easing some of the sting.
“Your pussy is taking me so well,” Nathan praises fucking me slowly alternating strokes with Sammie.
“Fuck, I’m so full,” I whimper. The pressure in my core building again.
“You love getting fucked like this huh, baby,” Sam chuckles, pinching my nipples and sucking my neck.
“Shit, you know that’s my spot,” I tell Sammie.
“M-m- more,” I demand, “Harder.”
They oblige fucking me harder and faster, adorning me with praises and fucking me through another orgasm. Their mouths licking and sucking at every part of my body they could reach as my hips buck, trying my best to fuck them back while chasing one last release.
My vision blurs as pleasure washes over me. Sammie and Nate pull out completely, giving me a moment to catch my breath. The mirror at the side of the room lets me view myself clear as day. My cheeks are flushed, my curls are wild–hickeys scattered across my neck, chest, and nipples.
I turn, laying on my back watching Nate clean Sammie with a soapy washcloth.
Nate’s hands glide to Sammie’s balls, caressing them gently before continuing their journey underneath the sac of flesh and delving into his ass.
Sammie tenses before relaxing, giving way to the new sensation, a moan escaping his open lips.
Nate repeats the path with another rag clearing the suds, preparing him again for my mouth.
I climb down from the bed getting to my knees taking Sammie’s clean flesh into my hands tentatively stroking him, the washcloth long discarded as Nate’s finger dips between my husband’s back cheeks massaging his puckered hole.
“Do you want him to eat your ass, baby,” my question is rhetorical. Sam’s heavy-lidded gaze tells me he does. Keeping my eyes trained on Sammie’s face I speak to Nate, “Go ahead and have a taste.”
Nate wastes no time dropping to his knees, spreading Sam open and tonguing his hole like it’s his job to worship that ass.
Sammie’s guttural moans encourage Nathan to continue giving his attention to Sammie’s backside.
My mouth swallows up the hard dick in front of me, sucking him down.
Sammie is at our mercy as we devour him until he is convulsing, coating my throat with the evidence of his pleasure.
His release is so abundant that it escapes out the corners of my mouth, running down my chin falling onto my breasts–I swallow down as much of it as I can.
Nathan releases Sam, crawling to me hastily licking my husband’s cum from my body, tasting his way up to my mouth as we exchange Samuel’s essence with one another.
When Nathan’s gotten his fill, he pulls away smiling brightly.
“That was,” Nathan pauses, blowing out a breath, “thank you both for that.”
He leaves us alone, going into the bathroom to discard his semen filled condom before emerging once again in search of his clothes.
Sammie helps me stand, walking me to the shower, turning the chrome knobs and tests the water.
When the temperature meets his satisfaction, he helps me with my shower cap and steps inside the glass shower, lathering my body before himself and rinses us off with the handheld sprayer.
We exit the shower–Sammie drying me off and applying my tuberose and vanilla body butter– before wrapping me in one of the plush resort-provided robes. Performing the rest of our hygiene before rejoining our guest in the bedroom, finding Nathan changing the sheets.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him.
“I wanted to at least do this before I left,” he says, tucking the last corner of the sheet.
“You're leaving,” I say, shocked. “Why?”
“I don’t do repeat performances or sleepovers,” he smiles, running his appreciative gaze over us, “although you two make me want to break my rule.”
Nathan finishes placing the pillows and blanket on the bed and walks over to say his goodbyes, placing chaste kisses on both our lips before walking to the door, stopping for one last lingering look before leaving our room, shutting the door behind himself.
Sammie lifts me up and carries me to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he drops me in the middle of the king size mattress, tucks me in, and then shifts under the comforter to join me. We snuggle closer, cuddling one another, my head on Sammie’s chest.
This trip is surprising me. I never thought I would be on a freaky island living out my freakiest fantasies with my husband, but, I love how open he let himself be. I fall asleep with a smile on my face listening to the steady heartbeat of my love.