Page 95 of Cowboy Daddies

Levi

I notice the moment she shifts. The moment her body goes from tense to relaxed. The moment she smiles and means it. Tripp is still spanking, and I’m adding the occasional swat here and there, just for fun. Her ass is so full and round and spankable, and I don’t get a gorgeous woman over my knee very often so I’m content to draw out the scene and enjoy the view. Both the one on the horizon and the one right in front of me.

But Marci is cooperating now, bucking and mewling over our laps, as she cries out all the words I’ve wanted to hear her say. And I don’t miss the glistening wetness between her legs. She’s wet. Ready. Needy. Wanting.

My cock is rock-hard, and Tripp is no saint. I’m sure he feels the same way. But I know the rule. No sex the night before a show. He’d usually have us home and in bed by nine. Frowning, I check my watch. It’s eight now.

There’s no way he’s sticking to his normal schedule at the rate we’re going and I wonder what his plan is. I’d be fully content to throw the plan to the wind, partying and making love all night long, then rallying the next morning, the way we used to when we were younger.

But I don’t know if Tripp will actually go for it. He’s so disciplined and superstitious, I don’t know if he can.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I look down and notice that the spanking has ended, that Tripp is pulling up Marci’s panties and jeans and gathering her on his lap. I lean my head against his shoulder and take her hand in mine, not wanting to be left out of the aftercare.

Marci’s eyes are shining with tears, but also with something else. Lust, I recognize. And determination. She straddles us, then captures Tripp’s mouth before he has a chance to think. I watch as he leans into the kiss, deepening it and wrapping his hands around her waist pulling her closer.

I wait for the surge of jealousy I usually get when he kisses a woman we’ve decided to share. It doesn’t come.

It doesn’t come. My heart swells, cementing my thought that this was the right choice. That she’s the one for us and we must have her, no matter what it takes.

The kiss finally breaks, leaving them both panting. Marci gives a soft gasp, her hand on her chest like she’s surprised that she was so bold. That she kissed Tripp. That he kissed her back.

She turns to me, and my heart stutters at the lust in her eyes. “Your turn,” she says softly a moment before her lips crash down on mine. She tastes sweet like strawberry ChapStick, and salty like tears. Her mouth opens, and my tongue pushes past her lips. My hand comes up to grasp the back of her neck, and hers finds my waist. The kiss turns into a full-on make-out session, with her hips gyrating, her pussy grinding across my cock, which feels like it’s about to bust out of my jeans. Holy fuck. I haven’t been this turned on by a woman since puberty.

Tripp clears his throat, and she pulls away guiltily.

I frown, hoping he isn’t about to bring the evening to a crashing halt.

“Maybe we should uh… go somewhere with a little more privacy. You said this was a make-out spot, so it’ll probably get busier soon.” Tripp points to the slowly setting sun.

Flushing at the thought of getting caught, I help pull Marci to her feet and stand also. I wipe my suddenly sweaty hands on my jeans and catch Tripp’s eye, hoping he’s as caught up in the moment as we are.

When he notices me watching him, he winks, and the corners of his mouth turn up in a half smile. A shiver runs down my spine and nervous excitement clenches my stomach. I’m excited to be with Marci, but I’m still always just as excited to be with my Daddy in front of her. I do have a tiny bit of an exhibition kink, provided I have control over who the audience is.

As if she can read my mind, Marci’s gaze darts between us. Bouncing on her toes anxiously, she asks, “So…uh… are you guys together like you like to share women or like together like you like to share women?”

She looks very interested in the answer and Tripp’s half smile turns into a full-on smirk. Instead of answering her, he turns to me, his voice suddenly deep and commanding. “C’mere, babyboy.”

My eyes big, and my heart racing, I walk to where he’s standing, and breathe in a deep happy sigh when his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. I look up at him and his lips crash town on mine, claiming me in a captivating kiss for the world to see. Well, for Marci to see, anyway. His hands that were gripping my waist drop lower until he’s palming my ass with both hands while he kisses me.

And somehow, my dick, which was hard already, gets even harder. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m dizzy, panting, and for a split second I forget that Marci exists.

Tripp turns me around, pulls my back to his chest, with his arms wrapped around my top half, then says to her “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes!” she squeaks.

“And is that going to be a problem for you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Her head wags back and forth so fast it looks like it’s gonna come dislocated and roll off her neck. Then just when I’m starting to worry, it stops, and her lips part as she looks at us intently. The tip of her tongue darts out between them, and I can tell she has another question.

“Yessss?” I drawl. “Was there something you needed to say, babygirl? Or ask?”

She opens her mouth, and this time I’m sure we’ll hear what’s going on in that sexy little brain of hers. But instead she clamps her lips tight and swallows hard.

I frown, and feel Tripp tense up behind me. Marci points down the dirt road we’d taken, and we turn to see several cars making their way to where we are, no doubt full of hormone-crazed teenagers. Not that we’d been acting any better.

“We should get going.” Tripp leans forward and reaches for Marci’s hand.

She lets him take it but hesitates just a little.