HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

THE THREE OF US 3

In response, his hands came up under my teddy to cradle my breasts. He loved to play with them during s*x. apparently, even if he was the one on the receiving end. He pinched the n*****s erect, then stripped off my teddy and tossed it aside.

"Gimme," he grunted, pulling me to him with his mouth open to take in as much as he could have my breast.

His tongue slid over my n****e. I lay above him, all too aware of my naked ass spread wide for Bryan to see. As Pete suckled my tit, Bryan ran a hand down the curve of my spine, then dipped curious fingers into my cunt to finger-f*ck me. They felt large and rough and unfamiliar inside me, and I rocked back on them, eager for more.

"Yes, yes!" I cried, taking him in.

Pete moved beneath me.

"Sit on my d**k," he said. "Let's make this a real three-way."

I obliged, pulling free from Bryan and scooting back until my wet p***y sat flat on Pete's pubic mound. Reaching behind me, I found Pete's hard c**k, but Bryan's hand was already there.

"Rise up on your knees," he told me. "I'll guide it in."

I did as instructed and felt those blunt fingers poke and prod until Pete's c****d head slid into place. It was like the final part of a well-oiled machine locking home. I sat down, taking all of him in, and his hands drifted from my breasts to my c******l area.

That left my breasts free and Bryan's hands idle. Reaching around me, he grabbed my t**s—a bit roughly, to be sure—but he was new to this, and I had to admit the added pressure really turned me on. He rubbed my boobs, pressing them against me, as he thrust into Pete's ass. His forward push sent Pete thrusting up into me, and we moved in a slow, circular motion toward the climax.

"Like this," I told Bryan, taking his hands in mine. I placed his fingertips on my n*****s and gasped at the sensation.

"Gently. Be gentle."

He pinched, poked, and rubbed, kneading my breasts and my teats as hard as teeth circle in his palms. I leaned back as I rocked into Pete and set my head on Bryan's strong shoulder.

Bryan held me close as he f****d my husband. Pete rubbed my c******l area with one hand, working me hard like I liked it, and strummed the other over my belly. I felt full and ravished by the man I loved while another toyed with my body, discovering the pleasures of "girl parts" for the first time.

We moved in a complex, sensuous rhythm, each getting what we wanted from the others as we climbed together in our search for release.

Later, the three of us snuggled together in bed, with Pete in the middle. He had one arm around Bryan's shoulders and the other around my back to hold me close. I knew he was worn out and sore; our coupling had seemed to last for hours, but only because we had to go slower than our normal, furious pace. Bryan's head was nestled under Pete's chin, his arm draped over Pete's chest, and his hand was cupping one of my breasts tenderly. I had a hand under the covers, alternately stroking Pete's c**k, then Bryan's, which rested on my husband's thigh.

All in all, I think it was a good night.

"I wish this could last forever," Bryan murmured. Pete laughed.

"It was only a one-shot deal. Thank you." He kissed the top of Bryan's head, then turned to me. I looked up at him and caught his kiss on my lips.

"And thank you, Babe. I hadn't remembered what I missed about being with a guy. It was a hundred times better with my wife on board." Pete said.

Nestling close to him, I gently grasped Bryan's c**k, which remained impressively large even in its flaccid state. Contemplating the possibilities, I pondered whether he could be enticed to explore the sensation of sliding that substantial girth into a more tender and moist receptacle, perhaps resembling someone like myself.

"You know," I ventured, "there was no rule that said we could only do it once." Pete frowned down at me.

"But you said..."

"I know what I said, but maybe I changed my mind." I gave Bryan a wink, then grinned up at my husband.

"I'm a woman, babe. I'm allowed to do that as often as I like. How long have we been married?" From the sudden look of fear on his face, I knew he couldn't do the math that quickly.

"Long enough to know you're always right," he hedged.

Beside him, Bryan whistled. "Smart man. Well, if your wife missed it this way. She can call me anytime. I won't complain."

As I held his c**k in my hand, I noticed it becoming erect, and I could sense the excitement in Pete's c**k as my arm brushed against it. The idea of engaging in intimate activities with both individuals once more filled me with eager anticipation, causing a rush of excitement throughout my body as I eagerly awaited the potential pleasures that awaited us in the near future.

For a moment, my brain seemed to be relieved and clear.

I observe Pete and Bryan interacting with me. I am consistently amazed by their gentle and pure nature. I vividly remember the first time Pete and I crossed paths, he would delicately cradle my face in his hands, treating it as fragile as a delicate flower, out of fear of causing any harm. Even during the initial stages of our relationship, where everything felt exhilarating and new, there were moments where it seemed as if he followed a predetermined script. However, this never bothered me. Pete possessed qualities of kindness, charm, and success, which made me fall head over heels for him almost instantly. I never once questioned his love for me, as was evident in his actions and words.

After a month had passed, Pete and I made the decision to spend our vacation on the mesmerizing Siargao Island, renowned as the surfing capital of the Philippines. However, just three days prior to our scheduled flight, I stumbled upon a secret that belonged to my mother.

I left work early so that I could talk to my mom personally.

I knew my mom was at home before 5:00 p.m. I usually get home before 9:00 p.m. since I married Pete. I stay with her twice a month, and sometimes the three of us eat our dinner at the nearest restaurant in town. I stayed with Pete at his house, and we got home on the weekend so that my mom wouldn't feel alone.

"Mom, are you here?" my loud voice went to her when I got in.