She held onto the bed as a lifeline and watched these two men as they took turns licking her, bringing her ever closer to a climax she craved as desperately as an addict needed her next fix. She felt addicted right now. Needy for these sensations, for this tormenting pleasure that went on and on, this naughty, wicked scene they’d laid out for her. She felt like a queen being serviced by her men, and she loved it, reveled in it, didn’t want it to ever end.

  But the tightening grew, her slick, hot core melting under their tongues. She bucked against their faces as the vortex began to spin wildly out of control, whimpering out loud, no longer caring that she demanded in a loud voice what they could give her. Their faces were wet, covered with her juice, and it turned her on even more to know that it was her cream on their faces. Part of her wanted to drop to the floor to lick her own pussy juice off their lips. She felt wild and completely out of control.

  Mike twisted two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting hard. She nearly wept with joy at the sensation, and nearly cried with frustration when he removed them.

  “Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” he said, then moved his fingers behind her, parting the cheeks of her ass, moistening her anus with her own cream. Seth sucked her clit and slid his fingers inside her pussy, replacing that feeling of loss with his thick fingers as he fucked her pussy while Mike teased her anus with his fingers.

  Oh! These sensations were new and wholly incredible. “What are you doing?” she whispered to Mike.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass with my finger,” he said, keeping his eyes focused on hers as he spread her buttocks with one hand and slid his finger past the tight barrier of her ass. Seth pumped her pussy with his fingers, lapping at her clit with easy and wickedly delightful strokes of his tongue. She cried out at the pleasure of having Mike’s finger invade her ass.

  This was her dream, her fantasy, this wild invasion of both her holes by these two men. “Yes, fuck me there, Mike,” she urged, her anus gripping his finger as he slid it all the way in. She looked down at Seth, watched as his tongue circled around her clit, as he sucked it between his lips, saw how wet his hand was from her cream pouring over it.

  “I want to come,” she cried, thrusting her hips against the fingers inside her, feeling the tightening coils of need about to burst. Seth teased her with his tongue now, his movements so rapid she exploded against his mouth and screamed, digging her nails into the wood post. Her pussy and ass contracted around their fingers, liquid pouring down her legs, the complete bliss of a climax so powerful she fell back on the bed, trembling.

  She lay there for the longest time, past the point of caring when they both removed their fingers and momentarily left the room. Tiny orgasmic aftershocks continued long after the rush of that initial orgasm, and she smiled.

  “Wow,” she whispered to no one in particular.

  “I’ll say.”

  She peeked her eyes open to see Seth standing over her, grinning. She wanted to give him back what he’d given her. Him and Mike both. God, that had to have been the most wonderful orgasm of her life. When Mike moved in beside him, she looked at both of them and knew what the term raging hard-ons meant. They were both painfully erect.

  That scene had been totally focused on her pleasure and hers alone, something she’d never experienced before.

  Not with Chad, anyway. That there were men who would put their own release aside in order to give her pleasure astounded her.

  Abby had an awful lot to learn about sex.

  And she was a very eager student.

  eight

  Abby looked like a goddess, sprawled out on the bed, her body flushed with the aftereffects of her orgasm, her legs splayed open. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, and she looked completely contented. Seth smiled down at her, wanting to kiss her and hold her in his arms, cherish her forever.

  But those were emotions he wasn’t ready to deal with.

  As Mike reminded him, tonight was for fucking and nothing else.

  And frankly, that was all he was willing to commit to. Anything more, and he’d be setting himself up for disaster again.

  She certainly looked fuckable as hell, her pussy lips plump and wet and begging for a dick. His balls were so tight and drawn they were throbbing. He wanted to bury himself inside her tight little pussy and bang away until he yelled long and loud and shot a ton of come inside her.

  And he knew exactly where Mike wanted to be.

  “On your belly, Abby,” Mike said.

  She arched a brow, a satisfied smile on her face. “Aye, aye, Captain.” Mike tossed several pillows in the center of the bed and moved Abby belly-down over them. He started to climb up, but Seth put his hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Hang on a second. I want to fuck her this way first.”

  Mike shrugged. “Fine. She can suck me. I’ve been dying to have those hot little lips of hers around my dick.”

  The thought of watching Abby suck Mike was more arousing than Seth wanted to admit. But hell, he loved watching porn, and the blow jobs always got him off. Mike’s cock was huge, and he’d always enjoyed watching women suck him. Seeing Abby do it while Seth fucked her would only heighten the experience.

  He arranged himself between Abby’s legs, taking a moment to admire the view of Abby’s backside. Spread open like this, her asshole was in perfect view, her pussy lips dark pink and glistening with her come. Mike slid onto the bed at Abby’s head, spreading his legs and positioning his cock right at her mouth.

  “Suck me, Abby,” Mike commanded.

  Seth placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy while she took Mike’s cock head between her lips and drew it in. He shuddered, remembering what it felt like to have her hot mouth surrounding his dick. He slowly inched his way into her pussy, closing his eyes and groaning as the liquid heat of her cunt surrounded him.

  “You’re so tight, Abby. Gripping, squeezing me, pulling me in.” He inched back and pushed forward, giving it to her gently while he watched her lips slowly descend over Mike’s cock, saw the way her little pink tongue darted out of her mouth to lick along the side of his shaft.

  He didn’t know which was better, fucking her or having her suck him. One thing was certain; Abby really enjoyed sex. And there was nothing better than a woman who openly enjoyed fucking.

  Once again, Abby was sandwiched and savoring two cocks. Mike’s shaft slid between her lips, the texture and taste of him so much different than Seth’s. She couldn’t take as much of him inside her mouth as she could Seth, and Seth certainly didn’t have a small cock. But Mike’s was monstrously large, and she could barely fit half of it in her mouth. He was so careful with her, though, barely pumping against her lips so he wouldn’t drive it too deep against the soft tissues at the back of her throat.

  She studied Mike’s heavy-lidded gaze as she sucked him, the way he tilted his head to the side and focused on her mouth, almost as if he were detached from the emotion of the experience. So completely different from Seth, who had seemed deeply connected, his every expression mirroring his pleasure. Seth had made contact with her eyes. Mike was watching her mouth.

  Though she hated comparing the two men, she couldn’t help but note the differences in their reactions to what she did to them.

  Mike cupped her chin. “Abby, you ever been fucked in the ass?”

  She paused while he withdrew his cock. “No.”

  He directed his gaze toward Seth. “Slip underneath her. I want her ass.”

  She shuddered at the dark promise in his voice. Seth withdrew and pulled her upright, jerking the pillows to the floor. He moved around her and slid underneath on his back, pulling Abby astride him.

  “Ride my cock,” Seth said, grasping her hips. “Fuck it.”

  The urgency in the room picked up, a thick wall of tense excitement that surrounded Abby. She shuddered and raised up, sliding down over Seth’s shaft, her clit rubbing every glorious inch as he entered her. She braced her hands on either side of his shoulders and lifted, then fell, controlling the movements. Seth skimmed her breasts, grazing her nipples with his thumbs. The sensation shot straight to her clit, tight, spiraling sensations like a vortex of electrical pulses.

  Behind her, Mike moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. “Lean forward on Seth, baby.”

  She did, and Mike kissed his way down her back, following her spine and lingering when he reached the spot where her back became her buttocks.

  “You smell so good, Abby,” he said. “Everywhere.”

  In this position, she heard Mike, felt what he was doing, but she could only see Seth, who tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her forward for a kiss. While he did, Mike spread apart her buttocks and continued to kiss his way down her body. She gasped when she felt the warm wetness of his tongue invading her anus,

  Oh, God! What was he doing to her? The sensitivity there rocketed her into a wild moan against Seth’s lips.

  Breaking the kiss with Seth, her eyes widened, but Seth pulled her back again, devouring her mouth as Mike did wicked things to her asshole with his tongue.

  Oh, God, it felt so good. Every naughty fantasy she’d ever had came to life under Mike’s penetrating tongue. She even wondered if Seth felt Mike’s tongue on his balls and his cock while Mike was licking her down there. Oh how naughty. The thought made her pussy clench against Seth’s cock, and he groaned, sucking on her tongue and thrusting his shaft deeper into her cunt.

  She could come so easily from these dual sensations, her clit dragging against Seth’s pelvis with every movement. But she held back, wanting the culmination of her dark fantasies to come true. When Mike moved behind her and she felt something cool and wet coating her anus, she panted against Seth’s mouth, waiting for the invasion.

  “Relax, Abby,” Mike said behind her. “I’ll go slow.”

  She couldn’t relax. She was excited, aroused, on the verge of orgasm and desperate to be filled with two dicks at once. She’d masturbated to this fantasy countless times, loved the idea of being double-fucked. And now it was about to become a reality.

  Mike pressed his thick cock head against her anus, pushing past the tight muscles there. It burned, but she expected it to, and she pushed out, letting him slide easily past the barrier. Seth held her, caressed her hair, stopped his own movements as she adjusted to Mike’s cock inside her. She waited while her body accommodated Mike’s length, savoring each pulsing sensation. Mike slid every inch slowly inside her, vibrations pounding throughout her body. Her pussy gripped Seth’s cock harder as Mike pushed her vaginal walls deeper around Seth. Her clit banged Seth’s skin every time Mike withdrew a bit. And her ass was filled with glorious inches of Mike’s cock.

  This was really happening. She was really being double-fucked. God, she wished she had this on video so she could masturbate to it over and over again. It was so much better than doing it herself with dildos. Real cocks, warm, pulsing flesh, separated by only a thin barrier as they moved within her. They could almost be fucking against each other.

  And that was a wild thought. She’d never even realized a male-to-male thing could turn her on so much, and yet she knew that even now, their balls were probably touching each other.

  Did they realize it? Did it excite them? Oh, she hoped in some way that it did, because it excited her. The forbidden always charged her fantasies. Only tonight was her reality.

  “Can you two feel each other?” she asked, needing to know.

  “Yeah,” Seth said, his eyes dark with passion. He lifted up, thrusting deep, and her pussy gripped him in a tight vise that made him hiss.

  “Does that turn you on, Abby?” Mike asked. “The thought that we can feel each other’s dicks moving inside you?”

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation, bucking back against his cock. He responded by fucking her ass harder.

  And then she was flying over the edge and couldn’t hold it back.

  “Oh, I’m coming!” She didn’t know what to do to stop it, but the feeling of being filled, of knowing they were all but fucking each other, was a fantasy that sent her reeling. Her clit exploded, and she screamed, tightening around them as she writhed and clenched and fucked back against them. They both moved then, furiously pumping against her, one in, one back, their rhythm taking her from orgasm to peak again, her own moisture keeping her right with them as she continued with one aftershock after another.

  It was like falling into a black hole of sensation, and she couldn’t speak, just fucked them both like a wild woman, scratching at Seth’s chest. Mike leaned over her, burying his cock deep in her ass, biting the nape of her neck and growling as he pistoned his cock with hard, punishing thrusts.

  She didn’t care. She wanted the pain, wanted to come again. When she did, her scream was even louder. She reared back this time, pushing off Seth’s chest to reach back for Mike, turning her head to the side to devour his lips with her own. She must have bitten him, because she tasted blood. He growled and laughed, the sound dark and demonic. He grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, and then shuddered against her, cursing as he came.

  Beneath her, Seth gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed her down on his cock. She tore her mouth from Mike’s and stared down at him, at his face so lost in pleasure it nearly hurt to watch him as he came, bucking wildly against her, thrusting his hips up and thrashing underneath her.

  Panting, she could barely move. She was covered in sweat, knew she looked a wreck, and had never felt so womanly, so wild, or so satiated in her entire life. Exhaustion took hold, and she hung there limply while Mike withdrew and pulled her off Seth. They took her into the shower and cleaned her up, dried her off, and tucked her into bed, but she was only vaguely aware of any of it, just grateful for the blissful darkness as the light was turned off.

  A warm body nestled in on either side of her, and she smiled as she drifted off to sleep, thinking a girl could get used to this.

  nine

  Abby woke to sunlight streaming into the room and shining on her face. And warmth.

  And a very large, very empty bed.

  A bed that wasn’t hers. She shot straight up, momentarily disoriented. Then it all came rushing back to her, and she pushed her hair off her face.

  Oh yeah. This was Mike’s bed. Where she’d had really wild sex last night. With two amazing men.

  She’d done it. She’d freed herself from the last vestiges of being Chad’s boring, dutiful, stupid ex-wife. For the first time she felt like an independent, sexual woman. All in all, she felt pretty damn worldly now.

  With a satisfied half grin, she lifted her arms over her head, stretched and yawned, then slipped off the edge and padded down the hall in search of her sex buddies.

  Nobody in the kitchen, but she spotted a pot of coffee that got her eyes popping open in a hurry. And an empty cup. She poured a cup and went to the back door, where she saw Seth swimming laps in the pool.

  Naked, of course. She leaned against the door and sipped her coffee, content to watch Seth’s powerful body slice through the water. The morning sun reflected off the surface of the pool, casting his body in a golden glow. His taut buttocks appeared, then disappeared as he rolled from side to side. She sighed with utter contentment at the vision he presented.

  She really liked this whole naked thing. Especially when two gorgeous men paraded unclothed around her.

  When he reached the far edge, he dove down and disappeared. Abby waited. And waited some more. Concerned, she stepped through the open door and walked outside to the edge of the pool, peering down into the clear water.

  Okay, he’d been under a really long time.

  Seth bobbed up just as she was about to set down her cup and dive in after him, his head appearing right at her feet.

  “Mornin’, beautiful.”

  Relief flooded her. “I thought you had drowned.”

  He grinned. “I’m touched by your concern.” He lifted his arms out of the water and placed them on the edge of the pool. “Were you watching me?”

  “Yes. From the doorway.”

  “I was on the swim team in college. Don’t worry, I can go down for a long time.”

  Go down. The words heated her core in ways that had nothing to do with swimming. She would have thought after last night’s events the furthest thing from her mind would be sex. She was sore in places that hadn’t been used in . . . well, ever. But it was a well-satisfied soreness.

  “Come in here with me.”

  A morning swim did sound heavenly. “Okay.”

  She set her cup on a nearby table and dove in the deep end. The water was cool and refreshing, clearing away the last of the cobwebs from her mind. Seth met her in the middle of the pool, and they surfaced together.

  She pushed her hair back, blinking the water out of her eyes. “Where’s Mike?”

  “He went to the hospital to check on the dog he operated on yesterday. He’ll be back in a bit.” Seth wrapped his arms around Abby’s waist, drawing her against him. “But for now, we’re alone.”

  In the water she was buoyant, so it was easy to wrap her legs around Seth’s waist. Her pussy made immediate contact with one very hard dick. She grinned and twined her arms around his neck. “Yes, as a matter of fact, we are. What are you going to do about that?”

  His eyes went dark, and his normally carefree and easy grin died, replaced by a look so intense it sent thick heat pooling between her legs. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Right here.” He walked across the pool until her back hit the edge. His cock was inside her before she could take a breath.

  The feel of his naked cock inside her was so wildly erotic she let out a strangled cry and surged upward. His eyes widened and then he grinned as she came apart around him, her orgasm hitting them both by surprise.