Sharing Adam (6 page)

“She’s all yours,” Elliot insisted. His words tickled as they traversed her stomach. He was looking Adam right in the eyes. “Think you can satisfy my wife?”

“I’ll give it my best try.”

As if by unanimous agreement, they knelt up on either side of her hips. Hands clasped around one another’s cocks, they kissed deep and long before Elliot rolled away and fished about in pockets. He came back and rolled a sheath over his lover’s cock, taking care to pinch the air out of the tip.

It seemed almost surreal as Adam stretched out his body and covered her. His hips stacked neatly over hers. She didn’t feel the press of his cock at first, only the gentle caress of his lips finding hers. Adam wasn’t aggressive with her like he’d been with Elliot. His lips brushed hers gently until she relaxed into the mattress and sobbed for more. Then his tongue explored the seam of her mouth, so that finally when their tongues danced she was breathless and desperate. Only then did she feel his cock nuzzling her thigh. He seemed in no hurry, content to ratchet up the tension while he got to know her a little first. His hands swept her form, taking in her nipples and the underside of her breasts, followed by the plane of her stomach and the flare of her hips.

He didn’t guide himself into place. He folded her hand around his shaft and had her lead him there. “Sure about this?” Adam looked down into her eyes as he spoke. He had such beautiful eyes, crystal blue and full of promise and warmth. His lips curved up at the corners into a smile as the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. “You could change your mind. I’m sure Elliot’s ready to oblige just as much as I am.”

Her husband lay beside them on the bed, completely naked and at ease, stroking his own cock. If she’d been in any doubt over how comfortable he was with this, then seeing him like that would have dispelled it.

Adam’s husky voice rumbled in his chest before bringing delight to her ears. “What do you think, Becca? Shall I slide inside and fill you up? Do you want my cock in you? Shall we fuck until we make each other scream?”

“Yes,” she hissed into his mouth. “Yes, let’s do it.”

He slid up, immediately, so that the tip of his cock nudged up against her clit, prompting sparklers to light. He kept on pressing there a moment, and then he pulled back and angled himself. Then pushed right in. “There now.” He held still just for a second while her muscles rippled around him. He went deep. He felt good and hard inside her. Perfect. And, yes, with a little motion and the rise and angling of her hips, doubly perfect. “Harder?” he asked, puffing a breath of air across her heated face.

“Yeah.”

“Like this?” He folded her legs up around his hips and lifted her into his lap. She was astride him then, riding him like she’d ridden Elliot the night before, and kissing him like he might vanish at any moment. She realised as Adam filled her up just how comfortable and predictable sex with Elliot had become. They’d fallen into routines, they knew what worked, had sunk into patterns so that she knew the roll of his hips a certain way was a definite prelude to something else. None of that existed with Adam. It was all new. All magic.

Elliot, perhaps feeling left out, climbed up behind her. He straddled Adam’s legs too and cuddled against her back in order to rain kisses upon her shoulders. His hands caressed her breasts, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples, so that she shook from the pleasure of it. He was fully erect from masturbating his cock, which drubbed her arse, leaving sticky dots. Slowly, his attention began to focus more and more on her rear. He rubbed his cock against it in a delicious tease, and his fingers tickled her back entrance. Gradually, he began dipping one finger in and out.

“Want to try it?” Elliot withdrew his finger and angled his cock down so that it slipped into the channel between her cheeks and rubbed up against her anus.

God, she did, but that was crazy, right?

“I thought we agreed Adam was in the middle.”

“Nah, we agreed to share. Adam doesn’t like being fucked in the arse. He only likes giving, not receiving. Ain’t that right?”

Adam blew out a steamy breath. “If it turns your lady on, I might submit to it. Not now, though, not while I’m enjoying her sweet pussy. Fuck, you’re so warm.” He let out a mighty groan, then clamped his hand upon her bottom. He pulled her cheeks slightly apart so that Elliot’s access was eased. “What do you think, sweetheart?” he asked. “Is this something you’re up for, something you’ll try? Shall I tell you what it’s like? It’s fierce hot inside a woman’s arse, hotter even than her cunt and so tight it’s like she’s squeezing you and it’s a fight just to get in to the hilt, but it’s so good once you do. And then if there’s a guy in her pussy, like I am now, then it’s even tighter and hotter still, and you can feel the other guy’s cock sliding right next to you, like you’re hardly separated at all. Elliot’s cock will be right alongside mine. I’ll know his every stroke. I’ll feel him come as if it were my peak.”

She was so caught up in his words, she barely realised that she hadn’t given them an answer.

“Say yes, Becca,” Elliot begged her from behind.

“Yes. Go slowly.” It wasn’t the first time she’d taken her lover in the arse. Sometimes Elliot liked to mix things up that way. She liked how rude it felt.

Elliot joined them up slowly, inch by steady inch, until she could feel the two men side by side inside her, one in her cunt and one in her arse, separated only by a thin wall of muscle. Hell, it didn’t feel like they were separated at all. She cried into Adam’s mouth as they found a steady rhythm together, and then screamed into his shoulder as the motions became more intense.

Nothing else had ever prepared her for this. It was divine and overwhelming, the pleasure both intensely focused on her sex and yet at the same time so diffused she felt its zing even in the air that caressed her skin.

“Feels good,” Adam sighed.

“Yeah,” Elliot agreed. They were all running a little hot, skin slicked with sweat and lube.

The tingle built up in her cunt, spread out and then retracted, only to repeat. Each time her sobs became a little louder, and their motions a little more frenzied. They fought to stay in time as the momentum built, pushing each of them closer and closer.

“Fuck, Becca, you’re just perfect.” Elliot bit and sucked her neck.

“Fucking amazing,” Adam agreed as her climax hit her hard.

Too good. Too crazily fantastic. She wanted to squash them both together and hold on to this ride forever. Her body took over, moving, reacting of its own accord, while she rode out the intense pulse.

Her climax caused both men to buck. They both came hard inside her, crying in delight.

In the afterglow she cuddled up against Elliot, but kept a hand fast upon Adam’s chest. “Is this your past?” she asked them. “Did you do this before?” They’d all fit together so well, it seemed to suggest prior experience.

Adam replied. He rolled on to his back and wiped a hand over his sweat-coated brow. “There was a woman. She brought us together, I guess.”

“She was two-timing us both,” Elliot piped up. Becca rolled over in his arms so that she could look at him. Elliot didn’t normally give up details like this. “She convinced us both to hang out together with her one night.”

“Why did you even agree to that?”

Elliot gave a shrug. “It was some bullshit bravado thing. The best fuck got to keep her, or some shit like that.”

“What it was,” Adam elaborated, “was a cheap excuse to get us both into bed.”

“Except we realised there was more chemistry between us than with her. So we hooked up to fuck now and again.” Her husband smiled as he made the admission, like it was a glorious joke that only he and Adam really appreciated. “I broke it off once I knew that we were getting serious.” Elliot stroked the curve of her cheek. “Needless to say, Adam here didn’t take it so well. That’s why he was trying to get frisky with me last night.”

“Yeah, well being dumped is never nice.”

“Course, if I’d known you’d be interested in him…” He let the notion hang, thought unfinished.

“Are you two planning on meeting up again? Are you coming home with us?” Becca asked. How exactly were they going to go about sharing Adam? They’d launched into this; she wasn’t backing out now.

The two men sat up as if a big decision simply couldn’t be made lying down.

“Haven’t you thought that far?”

Elliot shook his head, while Adam raked his teeth over his lower lip.

“Everybody we know will freak if they find out,” Elliot remarked. “I don’t mind that, but what about you, Bec?”

“Adam?” she asked. The neighbours could freak all they liked and get over it. How they arranged their sex life was nobody else’s goddamned business. Besides, it wasn’t as if they had to advertise it. It might even be fun keeping it secret.

The warmth of having a mysterious new lover already warmed her belly. Why shouldn’t it put a smile on her lips too while she listened to the speculative twitter? They could suspect, but only she, Elliot and Adam would know for sure what was going on.

Becca looped her arms around the two men’s waists and tugged them back down beside her. Her heart was thumping with joy and her head was full of ideas. She kissed Elliot then turned to Adam, “So, how would you like to come for a sleepover tonight? We can eat, play games and you can fuck my husband again while I watch.”

“Well…” Adam drew her tight against his naked form. “When you put it like that, how can I possibly refuse?”

Epilogue

Six months later…

Seeing them together never failed to turn her on.

Becca paused outside the bedroom door, a grin stretching her face in anticipation of what she’d find. How would her boys be arranged today? Clothed? Naked? Kissing? Sucking? As long as they weren’t asleep, she didn’t mind, although, even then, she loved looking at them all curled up together and so relaxed. Even Adam’s sharp edges softened while he dreamed.

However, the rhythmic flapping noises coming from inside the room said they were definitely hard at play. Fucking, judging by the pace of those beats. Instant arousal swept through Becca’s body, filling her cheeks with heat and leaving her pussy wet with desire. She flattened her hand over her pounding heart. By now, the chances were that they knew she was here. She hadn’t been especially quiet in her approach. Then again, they were distracted. They might not notice her entrance, given how into each other they obviously were.

Becca nudged open the door with her foot. She waited several heartbeats before peeking around the door frame that lay diagonal to the bed. The light within the room was muted by the rattan blinds over the windows, but not enough to steal the colour from the nude flesh of her husband’s butt. Elliot lay bent over the footboard, still just about in his work clothes. His jacket lay on the floor, obviously cast aside in a hurry, while his trousers still hugged his ankles. His shirt was bunched halfway up his back, where Adam held it.

Adam had stripped entirely naked. He stood behind Elliot with his legs planted wide apart, his beautiful white buttocks clenching tight with each thrust he made into Elliot’s arse. As tempting as she found it to remark, ‘You’ve started the party without me’. Becca held her tongue. Time changed some things, but not everything. There was something deeply visceral about watching them fuck, the mix of aggression and sensitivity, perhaps. Whatever it was, it never failed to put her senses on red alert, or make her insides buzz. Sometimes she thought she liked to watch them together even more than being sandwiched between them, especially when they didn’t know she was there. Their passion always seemed more raw on those occasions. Like now, they’d have remarked on her presence if they’d realised she was here. Instead, they carried on fucking like they were in a public place and expecting to be caught.

Adam’s long, thick cock penetrated the pink bud of Elliot’s arse in smooth, insistent strokes. Actions that made her husband groan and arch his back in a desperate plea for more. Perspiration peppered his shoulder blades while his muscles soaked up the strain of Adam’s pace.

Elliot’s cock hung heavy before him, twitching towards Adam’s hand with almost every stroke. Adam was teasing. He could so easily have shifted his grip to encompass Elliot’s erection instead of his shirt. Instead, he was merely twitching the edge of the cloth across Elliot’s plum-hued glans.

“You just can’t get enough of this, can you? You should get her a strap-on so Becca can do you during the week.”

Her mouth hung open at the suggestion of pleasing Elliot in such a way. He did really enjoy anal play, and, well, it would open up a whole host of other three-way permutations they could try, too.

“I wouldn’t have to give it to you so hard then whenever I turn up. Every weekend, you’ve just got to get it out of your system before we can all relax and cosy up, don’t you?” Adam continued. Finally, he conceded in giving Elliot the extra stimulation he obviously craved, and wrapped his palm around Elliot’s nodding shaft.

Suddenly it was her husband driving the pace. “You’ve got it all wrong, man. This isn’t just about you and me. It’s about pleasing my wife. This is just taking the edge off so we can both satisfy her.”

Becca’s smile stretched wide at his words. Elliot knew exactly how much she loved seeing him being fucked. They re-imagined it together during the week when Adam couldn’t be with them.

“Oh, yeah,” Adam remarked. “Wouldn’t want you going off at half-cock when we’re all linked up.”

Becca crept up behind them. She rested her palm against Adam’s taut flanks, felt the raw power there just before he froze. “Don’t you need this too, Adam? I often wonder what it would take to make you lose your cool.”

“Sweetheart, it’ll never happen.” He began to thrust again, slower now, presumably so as to not dislodge her hand from his arse.

“Truly? You believe that? What about if I do this?” She picked the bottle of lube up off the bed and dribbled some between his cheeks, then circled her index finger around his tightly puckered anal whorl.