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It’s not that we don’t still get to have a lot of sex back home, but now we have three kids under five. Austin is still a terrible sleeper and likes to crawl into our bed at all hours of the night.
The days of being able to have filthy sex until the wee hours of the morning are long gone. It’s a good thing Hunter is part owner of a sex club we can escape to when needed. But still…that requires a babysitter and a shower. Two things that don’t come as easily as they used to.
So it’s really no surprise that my husbands are practically dragging me into the hotel room, tearing off my clothes before the door has even shut. We are a mess of hands and mouths, grabbing and kissing each other in a horny frenzy.
My arms are wrapped around Hunter’s neck, kissing his mouth with Drake behind me. He’s unzipping my dress with one hand while the other fiercely rubs Hunter’s hardening cock over his pants.
Any hope of decorum or patience is gone.
Once my dress is down, pooled at my feet, I step out of it and quickly tear off Hunter’s shirt. We are still awkwardly moving toward the bed as a group, my fingers fumbling for the button on Hunter’s pants while Drake unhooks my bra and slides down my panties.
As soon as I get my hand around Hunter’s stiff length, he moans into my mouth, and I stroke him with a firm grip. Suddenly, Drake drops to his knees and steals Hunter’s cock from my hand, wrapping his lips around it instead.
This makes Hunter groan even louder. Drake’s mouth works him over, bobbing his head while he squeezes his hands around Hunter’s thick thighs.
“Fuck.” Hunter growls, burying his fingers in Drake’s hair. “Both of you. Bed. Now.”
His command is raspy and desperate as he pulls Drake’s mouth off his cock and pushes him roughly toward the bed. He shoves Drake down first, and we both work to tear his pants down at the same time. As Hunter strips Drake’s pants from his feet, I peel down his boxer briefs and run my tongue along the length of his cock.
“Mmm…” He hums with a smile as he stares down at me. “That’s my girl,” he says sweetly.
Smiling up at him, I do it again.
Once Hunter has completely removed Drake’s pants, he climbs onto the bed and takes Drake’s cock from me, licking his way up the way I just did. But when he reaches the head, he parts his lips and engulfs Drake down to the base.
“Fuuuuuuck.” Drake groans as his spine arches, and he nearly levitates off the bed.
Hunter moves his mouth up and down on Drake’s shaft a couple more times before I steal it back. I kiss my way up the length and take him into my mouth the same way, making him cry out obscenities again.
“Oh, fuck, Iz. Don’t stop. Do that again, baby. Suck my cock.”
He’s a mumbling mess of words and sounds as Hunter and I take turns licking our way up and down his hard cock. When Drake can’t seem to take anymore, he lets out a roar as he sits up and grabs me by the hips. In one quick motion, he throws me on his lap so I’m straddling his waist. Then he reaches down to hold his rigid length and guides it toward my wet core, pressing my body downward until I’m impaled on him.
I let out a cry of pleasure as he bottoms out inside me. Hunter swallows my cries with a burning kiss. Our mouths are fused as I bounce on Drake’s lap. Hunter wraps his fingers around my throat, holding me gently as I move. Then his fingers cascade slowly down my body, first squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple before sliding even farther until he’s running firm circles around my clit.
“Fuck, come here,” Drake says with a rasp as he reaches for Hunter’s leg, tugging him closer. Then he wraps a hand around Hunter’s length and pulls him to his mouth. The angle is awkward, and our movements are all frantic and hurried as we rush together toward our own climaxes.
I replace Hunter’s fingers with my own, rubbing my clit as I grind on Drake’s length, watching as he swallows down my husband’s cock.
We are a mess—a dirty, sexy mess.
“Fuck, I want to come down your throat,” Hunter grits as he fucks Drake’s mouth.
My bounces pick up speed until I feel Drake’s grip on my leg tighten. I know the exact moment when he comes inside me, followed closely by Hunter spilling into Drake’s open mouth. The sight sends me into my own orgasm, and I let out a cry as my legs tremble around Drake’s hips.
The three of us are left panting as we all collapse together. I’m draped over Drake’s chest as he brushes back my hair and kisses my head.
“Rest up. We have dinner reservations at seven.”
I lift my head and smile down at him. “Are you going to tell us what you’re up to this weekend?”
“I’m not up to anything,” he replies with a mischievous smile. “I just planned a perfect three days in Sin City with my two favorite people. Is that a problem?”
My eyes narrow as I stare at him. Then, I share a look with Hunter, who mirrors my expression.
He drops his head to the mattress with a laugh. “Oh, he’s definitely up to something.”
Rule #2: Keep your poker face on.
