A Few Good Fantasies (11 page)

Did the man read minds, too? No. He was probably just used to comforting nervous housewives.

Marc rose to his knees. One finger slid over her clit, offering her both relief and agitation. God, she wanted to come.

“Hold on to your ankles,” said Marc, pushing her legs up further.

She wrapped her hands around her ankles and offered him even greater access to her cunt.

As his finger slowly stroked her clitoris, he inserted two fingers inside her, and curled them up.

She sucked in deep breaths. The feeling was …
intense. She couldn’t even think of a word to describe how it felt for fingers to touch such a sensitive area.

“Relax,” he said again. “This is for your pleasure. Enjoy it.”

Carrie made a conscious effort to loosen up, though her grip on her ankles remained firm.

When he’d filled her up to his wrist, stretching her vaginal walls, he curled his fingers into fist.

Carrie moaned. His fingers felt so strange—and yet so good. Then … oh then … his fingertips rhythmically stroked on the underside of her entrance, tapping against her g-spot.

The fondling of her clit and the manipulation of her pussy’s most erotic spot tossed her into blinding pleasure.

The intensity of the orgasm tore a scream from her throat.

She was awash in the light and heat of absolute bliss. As the last waves of her orgasm rippled through her, Marc removed his hand and sat back.

“God.” Carrie sucked in a steadying breath. “That was … unbelievable.”

“Thank you. But there’s more in store for you, sweet Carrie. It’s time for your husband to come in. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” said Carrie. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for two men, but she was damned sure gonna give it a try.

Chapter Four

When Greg entered the room, Marc pulled Carrie onto his lap and held her by the waist.

She felt instantly guilty—as if she were an adulterer about to be caught by her husband.

“Take a deep breath,” he murmured.

She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out.

As Greg got undressed, his gaze carefully blank, Marc cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. She sat across his thighs, his hard cock nestled against her crotch. He twitched it against her pussy, causing trembles of need. Oh, God.

Greg stood on the side of the bed, looking at them.

“Join us, Greg,” said Marc. “Let’s make love to your wife.”

Carrie felt the blood rush out of face. Greg looked as though he regretted this whole fantasy idea. She wanted to smooth away the furrows in his brow, talk to him until the pain left his eyes.

His cock was soft, but she hoped that wouldn’t be the case for long. Marc leaned forward, cupped her neck, and brought his lips to her ear.

“He loves you so much.” The tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “What do you want to do?”

She wanted to show Greg how much she loved him. How much she needed him.

He climbed on the bed, casting an unsure look at Marc. “What do we do?”

Carrie crawled off Marc and into Greg’s arms. “I want you,” she whispered. She cupped his face, stared into his amber eyes. “Thank you. But if you don’t want to go through with it—”

“I want to,” he reassured her. He seemed to relax a little. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

C
ARRIE CARESSED THE hard cocks and tense balls of the two men on either side of her. Marc and Greg pleasured her breasts, their hot mouths and slick tongues tormenting her nipples.

Once again, the heat of desire engulfed her. Greg tugged her nipple between his teeth and she gasped at the sharp pleasure.

“Greg. Marc.”

They lifted their heads and looked at her, both of their gazes dark with need. Her pulse jumped, and she licked her lips. They were both so damned gorgeous.

Greg’s hand coasted across her stomach, leaving streaks of tickly heat in his path.

“Remember what we did in the hotel room, Greg? With my breasts?”

“Hell, yes.”

Her grin was wicked. “Let’s do it again.” She looked at Marc and fluttered her eyelashes outrageously. “My pussy will need attention.”

Marc scooted between her legs, and waited to see what Greg would do. Her husband found the lubricant and squirted some between her breasts.

Carrie squeezed her breasts together. Greg straddled her, leaning forward to hold onto the bed’s headboard, and pushed his hard cock between her soft mounds of flesh. She loved it when Greg played with her breasts and nipples. It was as if an electric wire connected her nipples to her pussy. 

Carrie pinched her nipples, gasping at the erotic zaps, and watched her husband’s cock fuck her breasts.

He pumped faster, his grunts and groans increasing with his pace. He really was a breast man.

Marc suckled her clit.

Carrie pushed her breasts closer to tighten the gap, and twisted her nipples faster and harder. Marc worked her clit hard, licking and sucking. Pleasure rose quickly, almost too quickly, and burst.

Her pussy throbbed with exquisite release.

“Carrie!” Greg’s hot seed spurted onto her neck, his cock trembling between her sweat-slickened breasts.

She released her breasts and leaned forward to lick Greg’s cock. He shifted positions so she could take more of his shaft into her mouth. She licked off his musky essence.

“Hmm,” said Carrie. “What’s next?"

Marc grinned. “We’re going to make your fantasy come true.”

GREG KISSED HER, a slow meeting of the lips that made Carrie’s heart pound. She sighed into his mouth, suckling his bottom lip, tracing the upper one before spearing the seam. He tasted like peppermint Tic Tacs. He groaned and she swallowed the sound, angling her head to taste more of him. His tongue danced with hers.

As Greg released her mouth and kissed her jaw, Marc’s hand coasted down her back. Desire speared her. Oh, God. Two men making love to her. She could barely wrap her brain around it.

“Lay down between us,” said Marc.

Carrie lay on her back. Marc was on her left and Greg was on her right. Marc seemed content to watch her and Greg. Her husband had apparently gotten over his doubts. Or maybe the idea of another man sharing their bed, sharing her, turned him on, too.

His mouth traveled along her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. His tongue traced one areola then he tasted her nipple. He licked and laved. She pressed his head against her chest and moaned.

Marc leaned down and kissed her. Carrie felt a jolt of electricity. 

Greg’s groan shuddered across her flesh as his lips clamped the nipple and suckled it into a taunt, aching peak. His other hand cupped her left breast, kneading it, two fingers pinching its hardening point.

Marc’s kiss deepened. Carrie didn’t know what to do with herself. Her body hummed in anticipation.

“I want your cocks in my mouth,” she said. “Please!”

Both men rolled onto their backsides. She scooted between them and looked at the male buffet before her. Greg’s eyes were glazed, his body trembling, and his cock hardening. Marc’s cock was still hard from their previous play. She grasped both shafts in her hands and stroked.

The men moaned in unison.  

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Greg’s cock. She sucked him into her mouth, tickling the sensitive underside of his ridge.

After teasing him to full hardness, she bent and received Marc’s large, thick cock into her mouth. He tasted different from Greg, more musky, but just as good. She took him to the base of his impressive cock, relaxing her throat to take him all.

She suckled the tip, dipping into the tiny hole and was rewarded by a taste of pre-cum. Quivering with lust, she released Marc and returned to Greg.

She slid her tongue down his shaft, peppering it with tiny kisses and quick licks. She cupped his balls, playing with them before lowering her mouth to each one, suckling and laving.

Then she returned to Marc’s cock. She sucked it into her mouth, slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken it all again.

“Carrie,” Marc said in a breathless voice, “that feels so good.”

Desire pounded through her. She could barely catch her breath as she released Marc and took Greg’s cock into her mouth again, all the way to the base. Her tongue ravaged the hard length, licking, stroking. She took all of him as she went down again and again.

God, she was turned on. Her pussy was wet and tight with need.

“Honey,” warned Greg. “That feels too good.”

Carrie rose to her knees and looked at the men. Her heart pounded unevenly. God, she couldn’t believe she was going to experience her fantasy.

Chapter Five

M
ARC PATTED THE space between him and Greg. “It’s your turn, Carrie.”

Would Greg enjoy this? Would it change their relationship for the better … or the worse? He nodded as if to reassure her that yes, he would share her—all the way—with Marc. Lust rippled through her.
Two men … oh yum!             

Carrie laid between the two men, trembling in fearful anticipation. Would this experience truly be what she wanted?

Marc and Ben stretched out on either side of her.

Marc leaned forward and cupped her breast, suckling the soft peak. Then Greg cupped her other breast, kneading it gently. Then his mouth encircled her nipple.

Heat flooded her as Marc and Greg played with her breasts, their hands drifting down her rib cage, over her hip, down the inside of her thigh, then up again.

She squirmed and moaned, loving the feel of their lips, their hands and soon … their cocks.

Carrie’s eyes drifted closed and she just enjoyed all the sensations. Two hands were good, but day-amn, four were better. A finger diddled her clit, then parted the folds of her pussy and dipped inside.

“Oh, God. Oh, yes!”

Both men pressed against her and she felt the thick lengths of their penises press into her thighs.

Now, two fingers teased her pussy as both lovers suckled her nipples. The embers of her lust burst into ravaging flames that burned through her, heating to combustible levels.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Both of you.”

“Have you ever had anal sex, Carrie?” asked Marc.

“No,” she admitted. “But I want you both inside me.” She quivered at the very idea of two lovers penetrating her. What would it be like for real?

“We need to get you ready,” said Marc. “I want you to get on top of Greg and lift your beautiful ass up for me.”

She did as he directed. Her nipples scraped her husband’s chest as her rear end hovered in the air, waiting for Marc’s preparation.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him leave the bed and open the nightstand drawer. He put on a condom, tossing the foil packet back into the drawer. Then he removed a huge tube of lube.

She looked at Greg. Fear and excitement wound through her as she leaned down and kissed him. His tongue played with hers and she let herself return to the game, to the fantasy. 

The plastic tip of lubricant was inserted into her anus. She tensed as she felt the cold gel fill her. The reality of her sexual adventure walloped her. Was she really going to allow Marc to fuck her anally while Greg fucked her pussy?

She looked at Marc over her shoulder. “I’m not sure I can do this.”

“Yes, you can.” He tossed the tube onto the night stand. He smiled and then he stuck his finger into her ass! She yelped.

Marc chuckled. “This is for you, Carrie. All for you.”

Greg was ready for her, his hard cock pressed against her stomach. His eyes were glazed with passion. The whole experience had turned him on, not off, as she had feared.

As Marc stretched her anal opening, Greg rolled her nipples between his fingers. Pleasure sparked through her.

“Take his cock,” ordered Marc.

She lowered her pussy onto Greg’s cock and used her inner muscles to stroke him.

He groaned. 

Greg held onto her hips and executed smooth, long strokes while Marc played with her ass. She gave herself over to the sensations.

Then she felt Marc fit the head of his cock against her ass. She sucked in a breath, her gaze flying to Greg’s. He was in full-blown lust. He kept fucking her and every time he bumped her clit, she felt her bliss peak higher and higher.

Marc leaned forward, working his big cock into her ass.

“It burns,” said Carrie.

“Push back as I push in.”

Greg stopped moving, and Carrie wiggled her ass back as much as she could. Marc slowly seated himself in her canal. Her ass tissues quivered and burned. The pressure was intense. Two cocks filled her and she wouldn’t be surprised if the men couldn’t feel each other’s members rubbing together.

She sucked in a few deep breaths. Her body trembled. Sensations rioted through her. God. Oh, God.