Tia

Salinger doesn’t hold back. He takes me hard, those brown eyes boring into me as his cock fills me so full I feel like I’m going to burst with the pleasure of it.

He’s not as tall as some of the other men, or as brawny, but his muscles are defined, and his thighs strong enough to lift me. He picks me up and I laugh with excitement, with pleasure rippling through me. He holds me against the wall, taking me there as he grips my ass and thrusts inside of me.

The first time I come, I bite his shoulder hard, tasting blood but he just chuckles, as my body goes limp around him. But he’s not done with me. He tosses me on the chaise and flips me over, smacking my ass, and demanding, “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

I do what he says, and when he buries himself inside me from that angle, I cry out with the fullness of him.

“My God, Tia,” he says, pulling out, then thrusting back in. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

My clit starts throbbing again and I need friction.

As if reading my mind, he pulls out and I’m flipped onto my back so quickly that I let out a small shriek and my breasts bounce before his face is buried in my swollen pussy. His tongue licks up my seam, before finding my clit and giving it a hard suck. My body explodes with the sensation, his tongue so hard and demanding. Relentless in getting me off.

“Sal,” I whimper, my body humming with a kind of pleasure I’ve never known before, my fingers running through his thick hair as his mouth grinds against my opening.

“I’ve been dreaming for months about what you would taste like.” His tongue sweeps inside of me. “So much better than I imagined.”

My eyes close and my back arches as Sal nuzzles deeper against me. My thighs clench as another orgasm rolls over me, sending shockwaves through my body.

“Oh God, Sal,” I whimper, as he circles my clit gently, teasing me with his mouth. He is so good at pleasing me, I don’t want it to stop. There is more inside of me needing to be released and I grab ahold of his hand, pressing it to my slickness.

He spreads my pussy lips open, his eyes hot with lust, and excitement snakes through my belly. I pant in exhilaration, not knowing exactly what he plans but seeing a thirst in his eyes that needs to be quenched.

He presses a finger inside me, then two, expertly moving in and out, and I realize this is no tease, he knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel myself grow wet, so, so wet, he kneels before me, watching as he adds a third finger to my pussy and I clench my jaw as he opens me up.

My fingers grab hold of the velvet chaise, but there isn’t enough fabric to grasp, so instead, I reach for his thick cock, knowing that is something I can wrap my hands around.

He grunts and I know he likes it when I run my hand up and down his soft yet, hard shaft. His tip releases a droplet of creamy white come and my thumb rolls over it, loving the visual of him getting so ready for me, the same way I am ready for him, all over again.

He begins to grind his hand deeper inside of me and suddenly I know this sensation is different than any I have had before.

“God, you’re coming so fucking hard,” he tells me, eyes hazy with pleasure. “You’re gushing, Tia.”

My eyes widen, my nipples peaked and my pussy hot and his. He knows it, he lowers his mouth back to my opening and licks me as he fingers me roughly. He can’t get enough of me, and it makes me moan loudly. His hand is moving so fast over my clit which is swollen beyond belief, my knees dropped down as I give him access to every inch of me.

I’m coming hard, and I scream his name, desperate and greedy for more. For everything.

“Fuck me, Sal,” I moan, my voice not even my own, but he grins at me, loving this so damn much. But my body loves it more.

“Oh my, oh my, oh God!” My cheeks redden as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.

“God, woman. I fucking won the wife lottery,” he tells me, his smile wide before his mouth crushes against mine, the taste of me on his lips, forcing a wave of desire to roll up inside me all over again.

It’s like I can’t get enough, and his tongue rolls against mine, I want to fuck him all night, forever. Salinger’s body was made for this, and I don’t understand how we waited so damn long, but that doesn’t matter now. He loves me, and I love him and when we come together, it is something more than sex - it’s divine.

I fall back on the chaise, my breathing ragged, my heart still pounding in my chest. Salinger pulls me close to him, my legs wrapped around his waist as I sit in his lap. His cock is hard under me and I already am dreaming of pressing him deep inside me again.

He reaches for my hands and twines his fingers with mine.

“God, I love you, Tia,” he says.

I place a hand on his chest. “I love you too.”

And I do.

But more than that, I trust him. With my life, with my secrets, with everything.

The curtain pulls apart, and I catch my breath, momentarily scared of someone seeing us here.

But then I see who it is and my heart flutters seeing the handsome face of my husband.

“Shit,” Huxley curses, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I thought someone was here who shouldn’t be. No one knew you’d come in.”

“I thought you were at home playing video games?” Sal asks, wrapping his arms around my naked body.

“I was about two hours ago.”

My eyes widen, and it seems like no time has passed at all since Sal and I began to make love.

“I got a call for a delivery, so I came into town for that. Thought I’d check out the bar before going home. Then there was a scream from this room that made everyone in the place sit up and listen.

“Oh God,” I groan. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why?” Huxley asks, with a sly smile. “I love the idea of you back here, getting off so damn hard.”

“Sal was certainly worth the wait,” I say, biting my bottom lip.

“Well, it’s about fucking time,” Huxley says, causing Salinger to groan. I’m too exhausted to move or to cover myself, but when I turn my head, Huxley stands at the end of the chaise, and he chuckles when he stares down at us. “I wondered where the two of you ran off to so quickly.”

Salinger kisses my forehead. “We came here for a little privacy.”

“I can see that.” His grin is full of mischief and heat, and his gaze rakes across my body.

The chemistry between Huxley and me has always been strong, and in this room, with the smell of sex around us, my body instantly responds to the promise in his eyes.

“But if you’re finished with our wife, then--”

“Who said I was finished with her?” Salinger turns to his old friend, dark blond hair falling across his forehead and he gives me one of his dimpled grins.

My heart flutters. God, I love that smile.

“Are you ready to share me?” I ask, running my fingers across his abs.

There’s a slight hesitation before he cups my chin and nods.

I slip out of Salinger’s arms and find my feet, though my thighs are a bit shaky after all that sex. Still, my body is open right now in a way it’s never been before. And while I’ve been with Emerson and Huxley and Fallon and Em at the same time, this is different than either of those times because Salinger and Huxley are both very experienced lovers, and in their brothel there is an air that anything could happen. Anything goes.

“God you’re beautiful,” Huxley says, his hand resting on my breasts. Then he lowers his head, and pulls one into his mouth, sucking it like it’s his. It is. Being a newlywed is so full of firsts and giving my body over to my husbands is one of the greatest joys of my life.

When Hux licks my nipple, tasting me like I am an exotic fruit, my spent pussy is awakened all over again. I push down his trousers, wanting to feel his cock in my hand, and as I do, I look over at Sal who is enjoying this as much as I’d hoped.

He gets off the chaise and kneels on the thick carpet behind me. His lips plant kisses on my ass, his arms wrap around my belly. “God, your ass is so fucking hot,” he tells me.

I smile, Huxley’s eyes on my own.

“It’s true,” Hux says. “Your body is so tight and hot. It’s a fucking dream, you know that, don’t you? Your breasts are perfect. I want to come all over them,” he tells me, twirling my nipple under his thumb.

A moan escapes me at the image of being coated in his release.

“What are we waiting for?” I ask his pants on the floor, his hard cock in my hand. The idea of being covered in my husband’s seed makes me feel beautiful and desired and I can’t help but smile in excitement.

We move to the floor, where Salinger already is and Hux strips to nothing. I rest my head on a pillow, and Huxley straddles me. His thick cock rests between my breasts as he massages them together. I lick my lips, then twirl my tongue around his knob.

Salinger kneels beside me and I run my hand up and down him, using the come from my still wet pussy to make his shaft slippery and easier to handle. He loves it when I roll my fingers over his tight balls, his veiny cock growing as I begin to suck Huxley off.

The moment feels forbidden and erotic in a way that makes me move my hand faster, my mouth harder. I want them both to come and I want it to happen at the same time.

“Tia,” Hux groans, rocking against my breasts, fondling them as I lift my head higher, so I can take him deeper.

He loves it and I know he is close. I pull him from my mouth, and Salinger’s cock moves close enough for me to taste him too. My lips wrap around his shaft and I deep throat him as best as I can, but his length is so impressive that there is no way I can take all of him.

“I’m gonna come, Tia,” he groans, and I pull his cock from my mouth, as he begins to spill himself on my breasts, the same time as Huxley. Ribbons of come coat me the way I fantasized about, and I love looking up into their eyes as they get off.

“You’re heaven, baby,” Hux groans, as he finishes, but I’m not finished with either of them.

I sit up and pull Salinger to the floor. I need to ride him, knowing his cock buried inside me this way is going to make magic. I lower myself against his still hard shaft and pull Huxley toward me. I take Hux in my mouth as I take Sal in my pussy, rocking my hips as his cock hits me in the perfect place. I already feel my release slipping down my thighs as his cock presses against my pleasure zones in such a way that my body reacts immediately.

Huxley’s cock tastes so good, and I love the way it grows in my mouth as I suck him. All of us are uninhibited, and after Sal comes deep inside me, I swallow Huxley’s creamy come, letting it slide down my throat, then needing him in my pussy too.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but it’s not enough, and my men are limitless in their pursuits to please me.

We roll around on the floor, on my knees, on my back. My ass cheeks are spread apart as my husband fills me there too, my body alert to a thousand sensations at once. My backside is filled by Salinger, as I sink down on Huxley. Two cocks are inside of me at once and I scream - not like I did earlier - this time it is even more raw and ragged, whole and broken all at once.

“Oh please, never stop,” I beg them as my body opens to accept them even more, inch by perfect inch.

“Never,” Sal says, his mouth on the base of my neck as his cock is buried deeper in my ass. “You’re my wife. My one true love. And I will never stop loving you.”

Huxley smiles at me, his cock so deep inside my pussy I can hardly see straight. “And I will never stop fucking you.”

I cry through tears of ecstasy as I come, again and again, our bodies in a rhythm of our own making, our skin slick with sex, sweat, love, lust, and dirty desires and freshly fulfilled fantasies.

I fall asleep in the arms of my lovers, knowing coming here to Alaska was a gamble, but the love we share is a guarantee.