One Night Three Hearts (4 page)

She wanted Matt to stop teasing her with the tip of his thick cock and just fill her inside. Her thighs were damp and he must know she was opened to him; she couldn't understand why he deliberately paused.

Please Matt. I dreamed of this for years.

Her breathing almost stopped as he finally guided himself into her dripping hole. She couldn't prevent herself from tightening around him when he pushed down on her hips. Every inch of him resonated within her as he pulled her to his chest. With each excruciatingly prolonged plunge with his hips into her, she heard herself in a voice she didn’t recognize as her own repeatedly say, “Yes!”

A pang of guilt nagged at her for a split second. Where is my husband? Was this okay?

The thought vanished from Rose's mind as quickly as it arrived, and something primal took over. Rose wanted to get on her knees so she could bounce on his cock at a faster pace, but Matt's tight embrace denied her any movement.

Her ribcage and Matt's smooth, defined chest mashed up against the weight of Rose’s voluminous breasts. Normal breathing became foreign to her as she found herself struggling against his embrace.

Matt released one arm from her back and cupped her chin in his hand to pull her face closer to his while his throbbing cock stayed motionless in her.

"Rose. Listen to me very carefully." Matt highlighted his instructions with grunts as if he was in pain while his thumb dug into her jaw. "Listen. You need to stay like this. Jason is going to fuck your ass. It is going to hurt for a little while, but then it will feel amazing. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head slightly against Matt’s grasp.

"Do you get it? I'm going to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours while Jason slides his cock into your asshole," Matt said in a slightly softer tone, but still breathing hard. He relaxed his grip on her face."Don't be scared. Both of us will be in you at the same time. It will feel so good. Just be patient. We'll go slow." He gave her a quick kiss on her chapped lips as if that would reassure her.

"Jason," he said loudly over her shoulder. "Use the condom on the dresser. It will help with clean up later if she gets messy."

"Yeah, I gotta grease up good too," Jason replied from across the room. Rose heard him rustling around with something. “She is so fucking tight there. It is going to be incredible."

I cannot believe they are talking about me as if I can't hear them.

She tightened and then loosened her pelvic muscles around Matt's cock in a silent quasi-rebellion.

"For fuck's sake, hurry up! I am going to explode in her soon without you!" Matt's impatience made her smile weakly. The hand on her chin suddenly removed itself and maneuvered its way down to her swollen clit. The fingers on her clit pinched and stroked once again, and she trembled as she heard Jason walking towards her.

The saliva from Jason's antics earlier made her gown stick to her backside, and Jason pushed it away so it hung to the side of her waist. Rose reflexively tensed all her lower muscles, and she heard Matt groan again.

"Relax, babe," Jason said. "Don't push." His hands were on her ass again, spreading her cheeks apart. She felt a finger wipe a liquid substance on the rim of her anus, and then the finger inserted about an inch inside her. She sucked in her breath. The invasive object wiggled a bit, then retracted completely. She exhaled, as Matt kept massaging her still moist pussy as he inched his cock up into her a bit more.

Her relief was premature. The single finger returned, and a second one joined it. Two fingers fought each other for the privilege of being the dominant one inside her anal canal, forcing her anus to widen. A knuckle rubbed up against the thin outer skin. The pain caused Rose to let out a yelp.

“It hurts!” she cried softly.

They ignored her.

The two fingers moved in and out of her. The shock and excruciating pain of the insistent fingers magnified in intensity as a third one joined the first pair. Something resembling opened scissors was in her anal cavity and spread it open from the inside, and then slowly creeped out.
 

"So fucking tight," Jason muttered again. One hand left her cheek, and she felt what she thought was the tip of Jason's cock butt up against the opening. The pressure of the probing intensified, and she felt something inside her burning and slightly tearing.

"Are you in yet?" Matt asked.

"Almost. Just the tip in her now," Jason replied. "You should feel it in a minute. Man, this is so fucking hot. I have to go slower; my dick feels like it is on fire because I'm trying not to hurt her."

A hand was on her chin again, forcing her head up. She had to lean on her knees in order to support her weight or go off balance, although the hands clutching her hips steadied her somewhat. The burning feeling intensified as Jason's cock fought its way into her ass a few more inches. The pain caused her to yell something that sounded like an elongated cross between an "oh," and an "ow!" Matt's rock hard penis started to move out of her box as Jason gained another inch. Rose bit back a scream as she twisted her wrists inside her binds, and held on to whatever the upholstered thing was behind Matt's head. Jason's fingertips dug into her hips.

"I can't…" Rose whispered in between panting breaths as she felt a hot tear escape her left eye and slide down her face. The pain originating from her anal cavity increased again. The seam on her gown that was supposed to be under her breasts rode up and started rubbing her sore nipples.

"Reach around and play with her; I have to hold her up. Whoever is watching will see her face," Matt ordered Jason. The fingers disappeared from her painfully sensitive nub, then they grabbed her hanging left breast to crush it against her ribcage.

"Fuck it. I'm in," Jason said. He pushed the small of her back down, and her upper body collapsed on top of Matt's chest. "She isn't making this easy for me. Just slide her, and I'll pump her slow whenever I can. It is so good."

His balls slapped against the bottom of her crack. “So tight. Rose, I love you," he groaned as he slowly pulled back.

The muscles in her ass relaxed as Jason’s cock retracted. The release felt beautiful, she let out a long moan, and buried her face into Matt's shoulder. She inhaled his cologne and tentatively kissed the skin in front of her mouth.

"You like that baby? I told you it would feel good," Matt said. “Keep going. This feels sick."

Jason apparently agreed, because his cock crept back up into her. She wasn't as tight around him anymore; the lubricant helped tremendously. The pain itself was actually pleasurable to her, and this revelation surprised her enough to utter a small gasp. The two cocks slowly going in and out of her using opposite directions caused a gratifying friction against the muscle walls that separated the two channels. One slid in and out of her pussy with relative ease due to the slickness she provided it, while the one in her ass labored through the slacking resistance.

The hips beneath Rose moved upwards in a calculated rocking motion that once again put her mind at conflict determining which end she enjoyed more. Her moans turned from ones of pain into ones of delight. Her eyes closed beneath the blindfold, and she started to see the familiar color bursts in her brain that meant she once again started climbing those steps leading to orgasm.

The reality of what they were doing to her crept into Rose's mind; she thought herself a whore for wanting to keep going. An element of shame crept into her thoughts, and she banished it as quickly as it arrived. She needed to let go. Hearing Jason's moans combined with deliberate, slower tempo thrusts reassured her. The fingers were playing with her deep inner folds again, and her hips didn’t know which direction to go. The multiple points stimulated at the same time sent exquisite shocks throughout her body, and competed for her mental attention.

"I have to… she is creaming around me…" Jason moaned. Someone grabbed her hair and her head involuntarily jerked upwards. The pelvic motions beneath her halted; Matt emitted some sort of aural release, and his hot seed went everywhere inside her. Jason came at her harder; his grip on one of her hips dug in even more. A low guttural moan came from behind as several hard, fast jerks loosened her anus. Her mind exploded and shocks tore through her body. The screams coming from her mouth were indiscernible from ones of pleasure or pain. Everything blurred; Jason's loud grunts remained constant.

And then it stopped with a final plunge. His clutching on her hips finally slacked, and his spent cock finally withdrew from her ass. They retreated from the orifices they previously occupied. Everything was wet with sweat, spunk, or saliva.

Jason pulled her by her hair -- but more gently this time -- to a sitting position on top of Matt. His arms encircled her still heaving breasts and sweet kisses of relief dotted her neck and face.

Hands on her stomach and wet thighs; possibly Matt's. She didn't know. She didn't care. Another set of kisses on her lips from a different mouth confirmed a new and odd sense of completeness filled her heart.

They washed her like a baby afterwards. They removed her beautiful gown and water dripped on her from at least two directions. They refused to unbind her or take the blindfold off, and it felt stuck to her face. Pulsing water shot at all her slightly sore holes; she guessed the shower had multiple handheld shower heads. One with a heavy pressure kept aim at her clit, while another one pressed up against her aching asshole, and Rose felt consumed with water.

I’m getting rinsed out.

Someone soaped her up with something that smelled like coconut oil. Multiple hands rubbed her all over. The touches were gentle, and occasionally someone whispered "good girl" or "love you" in an ear. The subtle differences of the whispers made it hard to tell which one belonged to her husband. A new sense of submissive obedience kept her from saying anything. Rough textured towels dried her, with extra care spent on her long hair that insisted on sticking to her shoulders and back. Her senses came under a completely different kind of assault this time; it was more like a reward for a job well done.

Almost like a standing ovation, she thought as she remembered the window and the lights.

Nudged forward out of the shower, she felt the cool tile beneath her feet and then the tight pile of the carpeting, one of them led her to lay on something soft. She surmised there were some high thread count sheets on the bed given the hotel's reputation for opulence.

My husband and the best man from our wedding just fucked me in both ends, then bathed me like I was their pet afterwards, and I think about the thread count of the sheets. What the hell is wrong with me?

As the reality of what transpired earlier set in, the confused jumble of conflicting feelings and anticipation of what would happen next fought a strange fight for attention in Rose’s mind. Her head sunk into a pillow and then someone arranged her bound hands above her head. Rose felt Matt's stubble tickle her face again as he kissed her deeply while she heard the sound of the shower turn on.

Her hefty breasts settled to their respective off-centers without the loose restraint of the gown to provide them any support. Rose noticed a tinge of self-consciousness bubble up, and she wistfully longed for the days when they were a bit more perkier for him.

The kisses weren't urgent this time; his tongue lazily explored her mouth with a slight nibble on her lower lip interspersed like delicate pauses. His thumb brushed back pieces of her damp hair stubbornly clinging to her cheek.

"Matt," she whispered. "Can you please take off the blindfold? I want to see you." Of all the questions and things she wanted to say, that managed to pop out?

"Hmm, I don't know if Jason would appreciate that," he said in a low voice. "His whole plan was to deprive you of senses all night."

So this was Jason’s fantasy? I don’t know exactly how to process that.

"Please? I think I proved my worth in that department,” she asked in what she hoped was playful; too many insecurities from the humiliating experience earlier made her doubt anything she might say.

He pulled the damp blindfold from her eyes up to her forehead, and Rose's sight adjusted to the darkened room as her gaze fell on Matt’s almost black eyes intensely studying her. A sense of relief calmed her as his familiar features confirmed it was really Matt next to her. It was Matt who did those things to her in partnership with her husband, and positioned himself next to her on the bed, naked except for a towel loose around his hips. His hairless chest accentuated his muscle structure in stark contrast to Jason’s stocky features.

After taking in the confirmation, she realized one of them must have turned off the main room light, as it definitely wasn't as bright as when they purposefully blinded her to the surroundings. Her eyes spied the luxurious upholstered contemporary chaise lounge against the room’s large floor to ceiling window, and her panties in a small pile not too far away from it. She found it odd that someone placed a dining chair from the suite’s living area close to the foot of the oversized king bed.

“That still technically counts as 'on' but we'll see what Jason says when he is done with his shower," he said with a coy smile. His propped up his head on his right hand; the bulging upper arm muscles revealed he probably still regularly visited the gym. He traced the shape of her lips with his left hand’s ring finger, and she tentatively touched it with her tongue to feel the precise edge of his fingernail.

Take me again before Jason comes back.

"You look so different with a goatee,” Rose said as her mind flooded with old memories and fantasies. She realized the mental image she used all these years froze Matt in time, and did not match reality at all. What she saw before her now was more aged and mature, and infinitely more attractive in comparison; the youthful softness replaced with chiseled cheekbones and a strand or two of gray in his hair.
 

"Yeah well, it wasn't intentional,” he said. “That was only me procrastinating this morning in the shaving department. Do you like it?”