Seth tapped her clit, gently but exquisitely pulling her attention back. “Me,” he said. “Look at me.”
She did but could barely focus. With Jake’s finger sliding in and out of her butt, she struggled to absorb the new sensations, to separate his actions from Seth’s. But that was impossible as her whole body pulsed, one delicious sensation flowing into another.
Jake set up an unhurried, easy rhythm. A nice rhythm. She rested her head on Seth’s shoulder and let the last of her resistance ebb away.
“Feel good?” Seth asked.
“Good,” she sighed.
The tightness in her butt returned when Jake eased another finger inside. This time, although stretched, she didn’t fight it, and the pleasure quickly outweighed the discomfort.
But when Jake next withdrew, and she realized he was putting on a condom, her panic rushed back. Though Seth kissed her, the distraction didn’t work this time. She was already full with Seth. How could they expect her to take Jake too?
Seth rolled his hips, sending his cock deep into her pussy and a shockwave of delicious sensation through her body. At the same time, he expertly worked her clit with his thumb. “Easy, baby. Jake knows what he’s doing. Let him take care of you.”
Jake’s hands separated her butt cheeks. And then she felt his cock where his fingers had just been, and it was too big, would be too painful—
Fighting her instincts, Kayla forced herself to keep still as he pushed past her tight ring. She felt a brief burning…and then nothing but pleasure.
If the idea of having a man inside her ass shocked her, the reality was sublime. She let out a little whimper, and Jake groaned.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “I can’t describe how good this feels.”
He withdrew, then surged in again a little deeper, and she gave a startled cry. Nothing in her experience with men had prepared her for the sheer sensuality of what they were doing to her. Between the two men she felt trapped, full to bursting. With their flesh. With emotion. With unspeakable joy and exhilaration.
Jake leaned over her, bracing himself with one hand on the bed, holding her hip with the other. The change of angle drove him still deeper, and she welcomed every glorious inch. Even so, she was sweating by the time his satisfied groan told her he was as deep as he could go.
Seth kissed her, his tongue parrying with hers. Jake bit down on the back of her neck, and she angled her head, eager for his kisses too.
He nipped at her ear and just kept thrusting into her, riding her harder and faster than she had expected, his momentum forcing her onto Seth’s cock, pushing him, in turn, deeper and deeper. Between them, the men found a steady rhythm—one in, one out, the beat driving her crazy with pleasure.
Kayla had no chance to filter the sensations, to separate one cock from the other. Her nipples rasped Seth’s chest. Her clit rode his pubic bone while Jake rammed her ass. In truth, she hadn’t expected this wildness, this rough handling from him. But it was awesome.
“Tell me you love this,” he growled.
She couldn’t talk even if she wanted to. She had neither breath nor the words. She kept her eyes closed, kept her focus inside, savoring every wondrous moment.
“Tell me!” Jake dragged all the way out, and she felt bereft as her tight passage closed.
“I love it,” she whispered. “Please. Put it back…”
Jake laughed and pushed straight in. She would have cried out, but instead her voice splintered into a soft, blissful moan.
Seth continued to thrust into her with short, hard strokes that hammered her clit till she thought she might die with pleasure.
And then she crested, a wave of pure sensation and light. Her vision may have blurred. She may even have blacked out momentarily. Dimly, she heard Jake call her name, heard Seth roar, and then she fell off the edge of the world, tossed in a maelstrom, her body sparking and fizzing in an explosion of delight.
Her climax peaked a few seconds ahead of either man, which meant she could fully experience each of their orgasms—Seth straining upward, Jake pressing down, both men yelling their triumph, two cocks separated only by a thin barrier of skin, both shooting wildly into her.
Afterward Kayla lay in a boneless heap, unable to move, barely able to breathe. Jake slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom before returning with a warm cloth, which he used to gently wash her.
He climbed into the bed and snuggled against her. “There are a few more things we can try, just in case you still have any concerns we might be gay.”
Seth on one side, Jake on the other. Had anything ever felt so right? “You’re not gay,” she mumbled sleepily. “Trust me. I would know.”
“You would?”
“Mmmm. My husband is gay.”
Oh crap
. Had she really said that aloud? Opening her eyes, she saw both men staring at her with identical, shocked expressions. “Ex-husband,” she said quickly. “I should have said ex-husband. Marc and I are divorced.”
“Glad to hear it,” said Seth, breathing out. “I mean, not glad you’re divorced but… Well, you know what I mean.”
“You married a gay man?” Jake said. “Isn’t that unusual?”
“Obviously I didn’t know when I married him. Unfortunately, neither did he.” One day she might be able to say that and not sound bitter. Apparently not today.
“Bummer,” said Seth softly.
“Yeah, bummer,” echoed Jake.
Kayla knew they would have more questions. Everyone always had questions when they learned the truth about her divorce. But she didn’t want to talk about Marc.
“Can I ask you both something?” she said, keen to change the subject. “I know why you let on to my friends you were gay, but why do your students think it? I overheard one of the girls say it, and no one contradicted her.”
“Ask him.” Seth pulled her into his arms with a happy sigh. “Sadly, you are about to discover that our friend here has an ego almost as big as my cock. He thinks every woman in the world is after him and he needs a cover story to stop them fighting over that skinny body of his.”
“You can joke,” grumbled Jake. “But you have no idea what it’s like to be a single, straight man on campus. Women were all over me like legs on an octopus. I had a full-time job fighting them off.” Seth snorted derisively and Kayla smiled, but Jake continued. “Luckily my move to New York coincided with a lengthy visit from Seth. He, for reasons best known to himself, took to drinking in the local gay bar while I was at work.”
She twisted to look at Seth, who merely shrugged. “The beer is cheap.”
“And he also started working out at a gym that had a reputation as a gay pickup joint.”
Seth shrugged again, unconcerned. “It was close to home.”
“A couple of my students saw him there. Well, you’ve seen his body…”
“I am buff.” Seth smiled modestly.
“And they knew we lived together…”
Kayla wasn’t buying that. “Don’t tell me they assumed you were gay because Seth stays fit and you shared an apartment. That’s ridiculous.”
“It would be ridiculous,” Seth agreed. “If that was what had happened. Tell her the rest, Jake.”
“They didn’t
assume
anything,” Jake admitted, looking pleased. “They came right out and asked me, and I was quick to see the potential. I might have told a few white lies, but now my life is just so easy. Women take a look at my big, tough boyfriend and slink off defeated before the battle has even begun.”
Kayla thought of the lengths Marc had gone to to hide his sexuality from her, from his family, and even from himself. She shook her head in sleepy amusement. “And it really doesn’t bother you, what people think?”
Jake cuddled closer. “Other people? No. Only you. I care very much what you think.”
“What about you?” She nudged Seth. “Don’t you care?”
“Why would I?” he said comfortably. “What people think about me is none of my business.”
Two men utterly secure in their sexuality. She wondered if they had any idea how big a turn-on she found that. “What about friends?” she pressed. “Surely there must have been questions.”
Up until that moment Kayla had been basking in the attention of two pairs of softly stroking hands, of gentle, sleepy kisses. She had almost dozed off. If either man had replied, their answer might not even have registered before she sank into sleep. But the lack of response did register. She opened her eyes in time to intercept a look between them.
“Guys?” she said.
“I don’t suppose many of our old college friends would be entirely shocked to hear the rumors about us,” Jake admitted.
“What do you mean?” Fully awake now, she tried to ignore the sudden tension knotting her belly. Their sheepishness didn’t reassure her.
“Remember, Seth and I have known each other for years.” Jake seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “We were roommates in college. It may be hard for you to believe, but we weren’t always the excellent specimens you see before you today. Back then, well, we were scrawny and kind of geeky.”
She did find that hard to believe. Naked and glistening with sweat, they were as near perfect examples of manhood as she had ever seen. She said nothing, waiting, though her tension continued to rise.
“I was studying computer science,” Seth told her. “Geekiness personified.”
“And when I arrived to start college in London, I hadn’t even started shaving yet,” Jake said.
Seth picked up the story. “We were young, away from home for the first time, surrounded by girls, and neither of us were getting any action. We jerked off a lot.”
“A lot,” Jake said.
Despite her tension, her mouth went dry at the image. “Together?” she blurted, then covered her mouth with her hand. Of course not together.
Another shared look passed between them. “Not at first,” said Jake.
Her shock must have shown because he hurried on. “You have to understand, we really did jerk off a lot. And we were in a very small apartment. We walked in on each other a couple of times.”
“Quite often,” Seth confirmed.
“In the end it just wasn’t worth hiding what we were doing,” Jake finished.
“You could have closed the door,” Kayla said testily.
Seth’s gaze slid away. “Yeah…well.”
Her imagination took her to a tiny student flat, watching these two busily work their cocks in separate rooms. Excitement fired inside her even as her heart sank further with every incriminating word they uttered. “So…?”
“So after a few beers, we started wanking together. A few more beers and we moved to wanking each other,” said Seth.
“It was no big deal,” Jake assured her. “Especially as we still weren’t getting anywhere with the girls.”
No big deal?
Closing her eyes now, she could see the pair of them, in front of the TV, jerking each other off. Unbelievably, despite their recent activities, she felt arousal stir inside her.
Jeans undone and hands inside? Or were they naked? Just hands? Or did they kiss too?
She swallowed. “And from that it progressed to…?
“A dick up the bum?” Seth grinned, flashing his perfect teeth. “Yes, but only after he’d bought me a few drinks. We weren’t tarts.”
Kayla was shocked to the core. Not just by the images playing in her head or by the simmering heat inside her, but by the casual way he relayed this information.
“So you are gay?” she said.
They exchanged horrified looks.
“What? No!” said Seth.
“Absolutely not!” said Jake.
They’d just admitted to mutual masturbation and anal intercourse. Kayla scrambled off the bed, not caring who she kicked in the process.
Both men sat. “If we could get a date with a woman, we did,” Seth told her. “We were simply each other’s fallback. One step up from our own right hand.” He sounded as if he genuinely believed what he was saying.
Kayla jabbed her arms into the sleeves of her robe, tying it tightly in a double knot. “Right. Because that’s what guys do?”
“Well, obviously not everyone,” said Jake.
“You two, though. Yet you’re still trying to tell me you’re not gay? Or bi?”
“We’re not. If I could suck my own dick, I wouldn’t have needed him.”
“I’d have watched, though.” Seth grinned.
“And I’d have let you.” Jake grinned back.
They thought this was funny? After what she’d told them about Marc? Her stomach knotted as tightly as her robe, and she choked her next words out past her anger. “What you’re describing is a gay relationship.”
Their grins faded. “No. No way,” said Jake, swinging his legs off the bed.
“No,” said Seth. “We don’t fancy men. Or at least I don’t.” He looked askance at Jake.
“Me neither.” Jake sounded appalled at the idea.
“You just fancy each other?”
Jake shrugged. “I can see how you might be confused. But we only did it when we didn’t have a woman in our lives.”
She
was confused? She walked to the bed and snatched up the tube of lubricant, which she held aloft. The lubricant they so handily carried around with them. “When did you do it last?” she demanded.
Was that a burn of embarrassment on Seth’s cheeks? “Do what?” he mumbled.
“Fuck,” she said, hurling the lube at him. “It’s a simple question. Tell me when you two last fucked.”
Seth caught the tube with snake-strike reflexes. But he didn’t meet her eye, and Jake too looked flushed.
“In the car, on the way here,” Jake admitted. “We didn’t fuck, but he gave me a blowjob.”
That image took her breath away. Fierce arousal warred with her anger, but luckily the anger won out. She forced herself to block the image of Seth’s head in Jake’s lap, of Jake twining his fingers in Seth’s hair, thrusting into his mouth…
How dare they? How dare they have the audacity to stop for a quickie on the way to tell me they aren’t gay?
“We were reliving last night while we drove here,” Jake said. “Talking about you made us horny.”
And they think that makes it all right?
“Kayla, don’t look at us like that,” pleaded Seth. “We didn’t know about your husband. We wouldn’t have told you about us if we’d known it would upset you.”
No, they’d have kept quiet. Like Marc had kept quiet. And then one day they’d have turned away from her, just like him.