“Jon,” I gasped. My lover stood at the other end of the porch, watching me with the Vigilante. I’d stopped moving, but the Vigilante still sucked and fingered me. He still sent me hurdling toward the edge without abandon as he strummed my clit like a guitar. I knew I should sit up, to get him to stop, but I didn’t. I watched Jon—friend and lover—as he gazed down at me, his gold skin aglow in the full moonlight.

I couldn’t help it—even as I watched Jon, the pressure continued to build through me, and my wet hot pussy throbbed and pulsed against the Vigilante’s working fingers. “Mmm.” I couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure on my lips. He continued to press and suck and lick. I ached with need. I watched Jon and suddenly, I wanted him too. I wanted him—that man of mine—like I’d never wanted anything before.

The look on Jon’s face was as intense as ever, but there was no anger. There was no reading any emotion—same as always.

“Jon,” I gasped again. He wore dark slacks and a flannel shirt with the first three buttons undone, showing the lightest dusting of fine black hair. The muscles of his firm biceps pressed against his shirt. He didn’t wear his hat, and on his feet were his dark boots. His holster carried his pistol and looped onto his belt were my hand cuffs. Just seeing him made me want him. Watching him while another man was touching me, fingering me, sucking me—I needed him.

My back arched against the wood as the Vigilante again bit lightly against my clit and thrust his fingers hard into me. I pushed against him craving more. “Please,” I whispered. “I need...”

“What do you need?” The Vigilante interrupted.

I heard Jon’s boots walk closer. “Yes. Little-Wolf, why don’t you tell us what you need?” For the first time, Jon’s voice held a hint of mischief.

My slit tightened, as the pressure built again. My nipples stood erect and chills broke across my body as every nerve ending stood on end, ready for more. What did I need?

“I need...you. Both of you.”  I couldn’t believe I said the words even as they left my mouth. What did I expect? For Jon—my serious lover—to come and fuck me with another man?

The Vigilante grinned. “If that is what you need then that is what we will give you.”

I looked to my lover standing on the porch, my face full of question. What would Jon say? What would he do? Would he think I was ridiculous? Would he think me a slut?  I remembered he’d once been married. Once been a father. Surely his wife—the mother of his child—would never have asked to be fucked by two men at once.

I didn’t have to wonder long. Jon crossed the porch and unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it to the ground. “As this man says. If that is what you need, Little Wolf, then that is what you shall have.”

The Vigilante paused, and raised to his knees. I continued to lay sprawled open and bare and ready. My pussy ached with need, tender and pink.

“Roll onto your stomach,” Jon commanded. Usually when we fucked, it was me who took control. I set the pace and made the rules. Sometimes Jon teased, and threatened to go slow if I whined or didn’t beg—but usually it was all about me. For Jon to sound so forceful, I obeyed (gladly) without hesitation. I rolled to my stomach. My hipbones dug into the wood and the porch was cold against my chest. I pressed my cheek against the wood, wondering with a shiver of readiness, what would happen next. My pussy was wet, and the tongue and fingers had been good—great—I was ready for more. I wondered which one would fuck me. Or if they’d take turns. Would Jon really be okay with another man inside of me? Cumming in me?

My mind raced with the thought.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Jon instructed again. My cheek pressed against the floor as I obeyed.  I heard the sound of my handcuffs unhook from his belt, and a second later, they bound my wrists. They were too tight and cold but it only added to my excitement. I was never out of control—not once. I was the Sheriff. The first woman Sheriff in a town that resented me for it, but I kept total control, because control was my responsibility. I hadn’t realized that it was taking a toll on me until I was able to let go of the control and give in, and live for the feeling.

I heard Jon’s zipper, then he slid his hands under my arms (my hands and arms still bound behind my back) and hoisted me up. I was eye level with his long, hard cock. The end was wet, evidence of his excitement and readiness. “I hope you are hungry, Little Wolf,” he said, and before I could tell him I wanted it, he thrust his cock in my mouth. Jon pushed his dick against the back of my throat. It was salty and perfect. I ran my tongue around the crease of his cock’s head, as I was held up completely by his strength. Jon began to move me back and force, as he fucked my face. I relished the loss of control, as his huge dick moved in and out in and out. My slit grew wetter and hotter.

Two hands grabbed my ass cheeks hard, and kneaded and rubbed. A second later, with a solid push, the Vigilante entered me. I wanted to cry out, but Jon thrusted into my throat, silencing me. Both men fucked me, hard and fast. My pert tits bounced with each thrust as the men somehow moved in rhythm. The pressure built with my lusty excitement, until I felt I would burst. They moved, in and out. My wet pussy covered the Vigilante, and my mouth covered Jon.

I moaned and my eyes rolled back as my body jerked involuntarily, my pussy tightened around the Vigilante’s dick as an explosion of ecstasy erupted from deep in my core. My lips tightened around his dick, clenching. I cried out in ecstasy.  Still he fucked me.

A moment later Jon shuttered, and I swallowed the salty taste of him. The Vigilante thrust in me so hard my face pushed into Jon’s stomach and with that final movement, he finished.