Page 21 of The Shared Game

“You want both of us now? Christ, you are insatiable!” Kevin grunted, fucking me harder as if to make a point.

“I told you I was. I don’t lie about such important things.”

Wanking Aaron while Kevin fucked me, I felt sexier than ever. Two men, two hot men, were horny for me in a way my ex-husband never was. It wasn’t just the sexiest experience of my life; it was validation.

Aaron reached down, stroking and worshiping my body. He felt my breasts and marveled at them like they were precious, like they were the most beautiful things he’d ever touched or seen.

Pure pleasure blossomed out from where Kevin continued fucking me, joining the tendrils of bliss crackling from my skin where Aaron was touching me. It blended in a heady rush that had me toppling toward the release I craved, the release I’d needed for so long.

I howled my peak, feeling Aaron swelling and hardening in my fist. Would he be ready for more soon? The prospect alone was enough to have me thrashing, convulsing, and twitching with a power I couldn’t hope to, or want to, control.

Kevin tipped over his edge just as I did, his noises rising with my own, his thrusts more determined. I felt his girth expanding wildly inside me, and knew that he was coming with me.

I let go of Aaron to pull Kevin closer, to pull him deeper, tighter, harder, until we’d both ridden out our spirals of bliss. Aaron had grown in my grasp, his arousal no doubt fueled by ours.

I rode that high all the way to the top and beyond, finally coming down when Kevin’s hips stopped their relentless piston motion.

Slipping out of me and taking a step back, he looked down with a smile at a job well done, at how hard I’d climaxed. Then he saw my smile, and knew that I was far from done.

“You still want more?” He sounded crestfallen, but he smiled and shook his head at his defeat.

“I told you one man wasn’t enough for me….” I turned my gaze to Aaron. He was hard as a rock again and looked more than eager to take Kevin’s place.

Eleven - Aaron

The evening had descended into the kind of debauchery I’d only ever read about. I’d sucked my first cock. Kevin had taken my ‘anal cherry’ and made me come so hard it made me emotional, and now this.

It was a lot to process at once, but I’d promised myself to stay out of my head and in the moment, and that was exactly what I was doing. And, in this moment, a beautiful woman wanted me to fuck her—an insatiable woman.

“What do you say? Want to see if you can satisfy me?” Paisley was smiling up at me.

Her fingers had already found their way back between her swollen lips, pulling at them to either get her ready for me, drag out what Kevin had done to her, or a potential mixture of the two.

“I’m willing to give it a try.” My answer was much less confident than Kevin would have probably liked, but I had to be honest; it looked like Paisley wanted to devour me in the best possible way.

“Good.” She rose like Venus from the water, looking sexier than ever and so effortlessly comfortable in her thigh-high socks and nothing else that I was harder than I thought possible after such a short refractory period.

She kissed me, her breasts pressing into me with an urgency and desire all of their own. Her soft body molded to mine perfectly; we fit perfectly in a way I couldn’t explain—all three of us.

Kevin watched as we kissed, subtly handing me a condom to ready me to rise to the challenge of satisfying Paisley completely where he had failed.

“Bend me over the table. I want you to fuck me like Kevin fucked you.” Paisley’s filthy words were little more than a hiss. As if they weren’t enough, she let her hand slip between us, giving me another firm squeeze as if to claim me as her property.

Something came over me in that moment. Like my ‘caveman brain’ switching on, I grabbed her shoulders and flipped her before pushing her to bend over the table where I’d finally explored my bisexuality only moments earlier.

“Oh! This. This, I like.” She giggled, playfully wiggling her ass high in the air to entice me further.

“You sure you’re ready for him? He’s bigger than me.” Kevin chuckled without a hint of jealousy.

“More than ready. Fuck my brains out, Aaron!” She half-yelled, half-giggled as she continued wiggling her hips, making that perfectly curvy ass of hers jiggle hypnotically.

I slipped on a condom and took my place behind her. She leaned forward, reaching behind to grab her thighs to spread herself even wider. It was such a confident gesture, executed with such inhibition that my caveman brain stayed firmly in charge, keeping me from hesitating or thinking about my options for even a second.

I slammed into her, not stopping until our bodies were fused and I was buried up to the hilt in her. The force of my thrust shunted the table a little, forcing a grunt of delight to escape her and a smattering of applause from Kevin.

“That’s it, fuck her hard!” He encouraged. Whether he simply wanted me to put on a good show or finish the job he started, I couldn’t tell. But I was going to fuck her as hard and fast for as long as I possibly could.

After such a long dry spell, she felt heavenly. Her warmth wrapped around me, invitingly. I wanted to savor every moment of our joining, and yet, I also wanted—no, needed to fuck her so hard I wouldn’t be able to last long.