“If we do this,” Simon said, rolling his bottle of beer hand to hand, “it fucks things up between us and Landon. Forever.”
“I know,” Milo said. He sighed. “Dude’s my best friend. It sucks.””Was,” Jaxton said. He idly grabbed a fistful of Ms. Brook’s hair and drove her down harder on his cock, making her gag. She stared up at him, fire and fury in her eyes, but he ignored her. “But do we really care? Landon got himself some pussy on the reg and checked out.”
“Aw, come on, man, we still bullshit on Facebook,” Milo said.
“You two live close to each other,” Simon said. “When’s the last time he wanted to hang out? Do anything?”
Milo considered that, and shook his head. “You’re right. I know. I just… ugh, we’re talking about sleeping with his mom.”
Jaxton finally relented on Ms. Brook and she came up off him, gasping, “You asshole.”
“Don’t backtalk me, slut,” Jaxton said. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his dick. Her eyes still held his as she dropped low on his cock again, bobbing even harder. She liked to be treated roughly. Her thighs were already wet, and getting wetter.
Simon stood up and unzipped his shorts. “Of course we’re talking about fucking Mrs. Candless. You’re going to tell me she’s really not number one in your dream journal, Nancy?”
Milo blushed at that. “I mean, yeah, of course. She’s the hottest woman ever.”
Ms. Brook came up off Jaxton again. “I’m right here, you know.”
Simon’s shorts and skivvies dropped to the ground and he stepped over to Ms. Brook. None of the three guys were shy about being naked around each other. Over the years, they’d developed a code — if someone was getting fucked, they all got fucked. Landon wasn’t part of that. He was a friend, but he was too nice a guy for this aspect of their friendship. He didn’t like to use women. They did.
Ms. Brook yelped when Simon’s hand rose up and came down in a hard crack across her ass. “Slut, we are talking. You exist to serve our dicks right now. Shut the hell up and suck Jaxton off while I fuck your tight ass.”
Milo leaned forward and grabbed the lube off the table. His underhanded toss went high, but Simon jumped up with all the ease of a former baseball player and snagged it out of the air. When he looked back down at Ms. Brook, she was sucking and slurping on Jaxton’s tip again, her ass higher in the air.
“I don’t know,” Milo sighed. “I guess. Just promise me one thing. The three of us, we’re doing this shit for life.”
“Isn’t a pussy out there that’s worth breaking up the band,” Jaxton said. “You know mine are always yours.”
“Same,” Simon said, slathering up two fingers and unceremoniously driving down to the second joints in Ms. Brook’s well-used ass. Since they turned eighteen, the three of them had fucked it so often he wasn’t sure she even needed the lube, but better to be safe than sorry.
“So we’re going to do this?” Jaxton grunted. He was starting to flex his cock harder and harder into Ms. Brook’s mouth. She worked him like a pro, her blonde hair falling across his hips as she alternated between staring adoringly at his cock and up at him.
“Fuck it,” Milo said. “Yeah, if we can, we do it. Sorry, Landon.”
Simon snorted. “Let’s not pretend you’re really heartbroken about this. Everything goes well, it’s going to be Mrs. Candless’s ass we’re fucking soon.” He pulled his fingers out of Ms. Brook’s ass and leaned down, positioning his cock between her cheeks. “How about you, cheerleading slut? Want to join in on a little hot MILF action?”
“Mmmf!” Ms. Brook moaned. Her moan turned into a sharp yelp when Simon sheathed himself inches deep in her ass, but she responded almost immediately, rocking back to get more of him inside her.
Milo stood up and shucked off his own shorts. He didn’t join them, but stroked his cock languidly. She’d want a dick in her pussy as soon as his two friends came in her, and he loved nothing so much as seeing her big tits bounce up and down in his face as she rode him.
“We don’t just bum rush her,” he said. “We need to take this slow. I think we go over there one by one and report back to the other guys what we do. Or don’t.”
“I like that idea,” Jaxton said. He leaned over and gripped another fistful of Ms. Brook’s hair. “And if one of us calls you to show up with us, you’ll go, won’t you, slut?”
“Esh!” she moaned again. They’d known since the first few times they fucked her she was bisexual. Once she brought over two of her eighteen-year-old cheerleaders, telling them to expect a treat for the hard work they’d put in that year. Jaxton, Simon, Landon, and Milo had fucked the trio of women into countless orgasms, and midway through, when they demanded it, the two cheerleaders licked their coach’s pussy and asshole to one of Ms. Brook’s most intense orgasms ever. She’d been a bubbling pile of goo after that, and Milo and Landon fucked both cheerleaders one last time, the two girls locked in a sixty-nine. They’d never had a lesbian experience before that day, and now they lived together.
For a while, talk died down as Jaxton fucked Ms. Brook’s face and Simon speared her ass. Her moans and Jaxton’s grunts were the only sounds they made. Milo leaned back and closed his eyes, stroking his cock to the thought of Mrs. Candless getting fucked this way. Then he thought of something, and one of his eyes popped open.
“Jim.”
“What about him?” Simon grunted. He had a grip on Ms. Brook’s waist now, and was fucking her hard.
“Do we know if he has a gun or anything?”
“Uy ike…” Ms. Brook said around Jaxton’s cock. She popped off him, and he glared down at her. Before he could speak, she said, “A guy like him, it doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t. If this asshole’s leaving his wife this unhappy, he’s a pussy. And pussies never go for a gun.”
The three guys looked at each other and Jaxton grinned. He reached down to pet her head. “Ms. Brook, you are one cock-hungry whore, but goddamn, I like you.”
“Thanks?” she said, before he gripped the back of her head and plunged her mouth back down on his cock.
* * *
Emilia rode her husband hard, her chest dragging along his with every bounce on his dick. His hands rested on her sides as he grunted and strained to meet her every thrust, sweat rolling down his forehead. Just a week ago, she would have loved to see the effort, the desire on his face, but now the visage of him grunting underneath her did nothing for Emilia.
She knew what she wanted. And it wasn’t Jim.
“Fuck me from behind,” she gasped.
“Fu-?” he asked, startled enough to quit pumping. She was rarely vulgar in bed, usually only letting slip a swear when she was right on the edge of coming.
“Do it, Jim!” she snapped.
Emilia hurtled off him and spun around on her hands and knees. She waited for her husband to reposition himself. He wasn’t fat or particularly fit, but somewhere square in the middle, leaning towards softness but not quite there yet. The night shifts had really thrown off his workouts, unlike Emilia, who’d been running, doing yoga, and keeping her ass trim and tight at the gym every other day. He lined himself up, and she wished he’d hurry it up already.
“Fuck me, goddamn it!” she panted over her shoulder.
A flash of hurt in his eyes, and then he sank inside her. His audible sigh of pleasure sent a thrill of pleasure through her, and when he started to build up to her frenetic earlier pace, the machinery inside Emilia really whirred to life. She dropped her head low and squeezed her eyes shut, imagining it was Milo doing this to her, Jaxton, Simon. Jim was not an ass man or she’d have begged him to slip his thumb into her bud, making her feel double penetrated. Would the boys have done that? Would they have even hesitated? She didn’t know. God, two of them fucking her at once?
Or… how about all three?
The slowly building pressure jumped to boiling, and her body rocked from head to toe as Emilia fought to crest, right there, right there. She almost moaned their names, almost fucked things up beyond repair, but instead, she thought of Simon’s knowing grin as he fed her his cock, as Jaxton fucked her pussy and Milo hilted his cock in her ass.
Never had her orgasm hit her so hard. She pulsed with it, her pussy clenching at her husband in fits, trying to keep him deep, trying to hold onto this sensation as long as possible. Her arms shook too hard to hold herself upright, and she collapsed into the mattress, twisting her head and moaning. Her juices gushed over her husband’s prick, dripping down her thighs and onto the bedding. He wasn’t all that far behind her, a minute, maybe two, and then he was driving deep, coming, coming, coming. The warmth of him deep inside her nearly set Emilia off again, and had Jim played with her clit, she probably would have. But instead, he pulled out and dropped to the side, gasping for air.
“Jesus, baby, what got into you?” he asked.
She turned so they were facing the same direction, and rested by his side, one leg thrown over his. “I don’t know. Just needed to feel needed, I guess.”
He stroked her cheek, his chest rising and falling from the exertion of what they’d just done. She barely felt out of breath. If that had turned into a three-hour marathon, Emilia would have been fucking exhilarated. “That’s dumb. I need you every day.”
“Yeah, but when was the last time we were really passionate with each other?”
Jim frowned. “I thought our sex life was pretty good. We certainly do it often enough.”
“Often enough for who, Jim? You?” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m being catty. But I need you to… I don’t know, make me feel special.”
“So now I’m not making you feel special?” he asked, and pushed himself upright. “Jesus, Em, when did all this come up?”
“Just forget about it.”
“No. You started this. What am I not doing to make you feel special? I’m working goddamn crazy hours. For us and for Landon. How is that not special?”
“You know what I mean,” Emilia said, sitting upright and propping the pillow up behind her so she could sit against the headboard. “You haven’t made me feel wanted in a long time. Years, maybe.”
“So… harder sex, huh?” he said, turning so his legs dangled off the bed. He checked the time on his phone and stood. “I’m going to shower up and go in early.”
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