Simon moaned as Robert pushed another finger inside him.

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?” Robert asked, his voice rough and low in Simon’s ear. He had his arm around Simon’s chest, holding him tightly against him. Christy lay between his spread legs, his cock in her hungry mouth, sucking and licking him, keeping him on the edge as Robert prepared him to be taken just the way Simon had taught him to prepare Christy.

“Not since Africa,” Simon said breathlessly.

Robert stopped. He rested his forehead on Simon’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Should I go on?”

“This is nothing like that,” Simon said. “You are nothing like that.”

“Simon,” Christy said. She kissed his inner thigh. “Darling, I’m sorry. I would take that away from you, if I could.” She rubbed his hips soothingly.

“You are,” he said simply. “Take me. Fuck me. I want this, please,” he begged.

Christy took him in her hot, wet mouth again, and he moaned.

Robert covered his mouth with his hand. “Shhh,” he whispered. “You’ll have the innkeeper at the door.”

Robert’s hand over his mouth, the clandestine nature of their encounter, as well as this being the first time Robert would fuck him, the first Robert would ever fuck a man, made the whole experience that much more erotic for Simon. He bit down on Robert’s palm and fucked into Christy’s mouth, and they both gave low, quiet moans. Simon loved that, loved being able to please them both at the same time. He couldn’t wait to fuck Christy while Robert fucked him.

As if they’d read his mind, Christy slid her mouth off his cock and Robert pulled his fingers out. Christy continued to lick the length of his erection and Robert fondled his stones. “Now?” Robert asked, kissing his nape.

“God, yes,” Simon said desperately.

“Good, because I can’t last long,” Robert said. “I hope someday to fuck you both without feeling like an overeager schoolboy.”

Simon laughed ruefully. “I’m afraid I’m guilty of that, as well. I’m ready to come just thinking about fucking into Christy’s sweet cunt with your cock in my arse.”

“Oh my God,” Christy said. “Do it. Stop talking and do it.” She slid up the bed and rearranged herself, legs spread wide so Simon was between them. He ran his finger down her slit and was delighted with how wet she was. He licked it clean, humming in satisfaction.

“Fuck me,” Christy demanded.

He didn’t wait for another invitation. When he entered her silky passage, he had to bite his lip to keep from coming immediately. Christy turned his face and kissed him roughly, biting his lip for him, and he thrust hard into her.

“Yes,” Robert whispered. “Fuck her like that. Hard. She likes it hard.”

Simon tore his mouth from Christy’s. “Someday I will fuck her just for your pleasure and you can watch us all you like. But tonight I want to be fucked. So put your cock in me, now.”

“I am married to two very demanding people,” Robert complained.

“What did you say?” Simon asked, shocked.

“Consider this a wedding vow of sorts,” Robert said. At that moment he pushed in between Simon’s legs, and his cock found Simon’s entrance. “Ask to be fucked, and I will fuck you.”

He pressed against Simon’s hole with his finger, and as soon as Simon opened for him, he replaced it with his cock and slid in. The head clearing the entrance made a satisfying sound as it slid home, and Simon gasped at the pleasure of it.

“More,” he demanded when Robert stayed still for too long.

“It feels too good,” Robert said, his voice tight. “I can’t believe I’m fucking you. I’m fucking a man.”

“Not yet. Give me your cock, damn it.”

Robert shoved the rest in in one hard push, and Simon relished the sting of it. He reached back and grabbed Robert’s thigh, and they stayed like that for a minute as they all adjusted.

Christy finally brushed her hand lightly over Simon’s hair, getting his attention. He looked at her, and then she grabbed a handful of it in her fist and pulled him down for a kiss. Then she moved her hips.

“Fuck me,” she said against his lips.

Robert was the one to obey the command. He pulled back and then pushed in, a gentle movement that brought all of Simon’s senses to life and rocked his cock into Christy. Christy hummed in his mouth. Robert pulled out again, and this time his thrust was harder. Simon groaned at the same time Christy moaned, the sounds mingling in their kiss.

Robert took Simon’s hip in his hand and held on for the next thrust. He began a steady rhythm that had Simon’s head spinning. He devoured Christy’s mouth in their kiss, a way to avoid making too much noise.

He wanted to shout and moan and cry out at the sheer pleasure of fucking and being fucked with Christy and Robert. How long had he wanted this? Fought this? Had he known even last year that eventually this would happen? Maybe. All he knew was that no cunt and no cock had ever felt as fine as these to him, and he would never want any others.

Christy came. She dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out in his mouth, a high, keening cry that he caught and swallowed even as he ground into her, intensifying her orgasm. Her sweet cunt clenched him so tightly, and all he could do was rock inside her.

At the same time she was coming all over his cock, Robert gave him no quarter. He continued to thrust into him, slamming home now, riding him hard, breathing heavy above him, owning him, pushing him, fucking him so well, so right.

“Yes, yes,” Simon said just below his breath after he broke off the kiss with Christy. “Fuck me.” His voice was high and tight. He was going to come. “Fuck me like that.” His hips raised of their own accord, pushing back, fighting for more cock, harder, and Robert gave it to him. “Robert, yes.”

When he began to come, he pushed back into Christy, wanting to come inside her, needing to. “Christy,” he said.

She shook in his arms, and then he felt her coming again, fucking his pulsing cock, and he trembled at the storm that gripped him. He started to collapse, but Robert yanked up his hips.

“Now I’ll fill you,” Robert said gruffly. He held both of Simon’s hips and fucked him harder for another minute, and Simon loved it. Loved being used like that by Robert. He fucked him back, giving it all to him, and when Robert came he sat back on his haunches and pulled Simon with him, holding him with a hand on his chest, his cock pulsing in Simon’s passage, filling him, spilling out of him, owning him.

“I love you,” Robert said when it was over, when they were panting and sweaty and stuck together like that. And he kissed Simon between the shoulder blades. “Say it.”

“I love you, too,” Simon said. And he meant it. “Christy, come here.”

She came to them, kneeling in front of him, her hands on his shoulders, looking happier than he’d ever seen her. “I love you, too, silly,” she said before he could say anything.

“I know.” And he did.