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“Honey…I promised your mom not to talk about it.”
“You what?”
“You’re not so eloquent today, baby girl.”
Now he even talks like her! “Dad, why aren’t you fighting this? Why aren’t you fighting for Mom? Don’t you love her at all?”
“Love her? Of course I love her. Isn’t this proof?”
“Proof of what? She wants an escort!”
“We both do.”
Oh. My. God. And. Baby. Jesus. In. A. Cradle.
I hang up, unable to continue with this conversation. Both? BOTH?
My parents with escorts. If that isn’t a disturbing image.
Oh God, my parents’ marriage is doomed. What will I tell my brother tomorrow? That I gave Mom ideas by dating two guys and ruined it all?
***
It’s Saturday evening. Darkness has fallen outside our windows. The table is set, the food warming in the oven, the wine chilling in the fridge.
The party is almost about to start and Joel’s cock is buried deep inside me, while Jet is pushing into me from behind.
The combination is driving me slowly insane. My breath catches on a gasp as Jet slides home, his thick cock filling my ass, and Joel lets out a curse. I bet he feels Jet’s dick against his, and my clenching pussy around his cock.
“Move, Jet,” Joel mutters, dragging me down for a sloppy kiss. “Fuck, I’m so damn close.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jet mutters in his turn, and slides back an inch only to thrust again, making me moan at the sparkles of pleasure shooting through my belly, turning into a hot ball of need.
My hips rock in response, and Joel’s hard cock swells more inside me, filling me up until I think I might burst.
“God.” His head falls back against the pillows, his body arching off the mattress. “Do that again.”
Not sure whether he’s talking to me or Jet—probably to both—and Jet grunts as he starts fucking my ass in earnest, his hands tight on my waist. I lean on my hands, propped on Joel’s chest, and his pecs flex as he grabs my hips, controlling my frantic movements, lifting me and slamming me back down on his hard-on.
I love this feeling more than words can say—this feeling of being filled by both my boys, my Candy Boys, of being needed by both. I never last long in this position, with both their cocks filling me, relentlessly fucking me until I have no option but to come.
Joel looks up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Do it,” he whispers. “Come on our dicks.”
“Candy.” Jet groans, and his cock jerks inside me. “Come with us. Now.”
Joel’s strong thighs tense underneath me, lifting me up, his cock pushing deeper into me until we both cry out. I’m gasping, breathless, as the pleasure hits, so deep inside me it’s tearing me apart, like hot, sharp glitter exploding in my core, and then Joel’s cum floods me, and Jet’s cock jerks, and… oh my God.
We rock together, shaking and moaning, skin gliding against sweaty skin, hot flesh against hot flesh, chasing after the last shivers of pleasure.
And then we roll on the bed together, intertw
ined, settling into each other, legs tangled up, arms around each other, my curves fitting into the hard planes of their bodies as they hold me on either side.
On every side.
And the realization sets in that rings and weddings and all that don’t matter at all. The way they hold me, the way they cling to me and breathe my name is the only promise I need for the future.
***
