HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

THE THREE OF US 2

I kneaded his balls in one hand as I worked his shaft with my cheeks, mouth, and tongue. Gently, I nibbled along his length, just enough to distract him, and it worked. His free hand grasped the dresser as his knees weakened. I suckled him, easing my way back to the head of his c*ck, and when it slipped free from my mouth, I spit and pre-c*m dribbled from the glans.

I feel the heat still arising on me. The moaning of these two men makes it worthy.

I glanced over at Bryan, whose boxers short were unsnapped now, the bulbous tip of his d*ck, a dark, purplish color protruding from his fist.

With a nod, I indicated that he should join us. He stood and stepped out of the boxers, then went up behind my husband Pete.

Pete stiffened slightly when Bryan's hands found his shoulders, but relaxed when Bryan began massaging them, trailing little kisses all across the nape of Pete's neck.

I took Pete's d**k into my mouth again, but this time I could smell Bryan's scent mingling with my husband's, and the blend was an erotic cocktail I wanted to get drunk on as soon as possible.

In the mirror above the dresser, I saw Bryan press his body against Pete's, his hard c**k sliding easily along the crevice in Pete's ass. The long-lost sensation must have been maddening; suddenly Pete went from getting there to springing. I could feel the difference in my mouth-the thick d**k was fully erect now and hard as steel.

I rose. I kissed my way up Pete's stomach to his chest. I bit his n*****s playfully, first one, then the other, then licked his throat before I covered his lips with mine.

"You like it?" I murmured to him.

Bryan's breath was hot and heavy, just inches from my face. Caught between us, Pete sighed with contentment. His arms came up around my waist, holding me close.

"I love you," he murmured back.

I slipped from his embrace and took his hand, leading him to the bed. Bryan eased Pete down, his legs hanging over the edge. Tucking his hands beneath Pete's knees, Bryan raised them up and stood between them, angled for position. His erection pointed at my husband's ass like an arrow at a target, homing in in the center of Pete's being. Pete was kneading his c**k; his eyes were hooded as they flickered between Bryan and me and back again.

Bryan asked me, "You do have condoms and lube, right?"

"Are you kidding? I'm prepared." I opened the drawer on our nightstand. Inside were a brand-new box of condoms and a half-used bottle of KY Jelly that I used on Pete sometimes. He might not have been with a guy in a long while, but he liked a dildo up the ass every now and then, and I was only too happy to oblige.

I pulled out a condom and the lube and turned to find Bryan had moved closer to Pete, his c**k now rubbing over Pete's, their balls bumping each other. Bryan's light hair mingled with Pete's dark curls, and I felt a surge of electricity light up my cunt.

This was better than any of the gay porn I had ever found online!

My husband's hands had encircled Bryan's d**k as well as his own, and the saliva coating them both was mine. I squirted a healthy dollop of lube into my palm and jumped into the fray. Standing off to the side, I slathered both their c***s with my hands. First, I worked Bryan's, getting it good and wet, then I concentrated on Pete's, lubing it up. I'd been faithful to Pete since we started dating, so Bryan's d**k felt new and exciting to me-his balls a territory to explore, his c**k-head begging to be tasted. But this was Pete's trio, not mine, so I circled my hands around both their erections and squeezed.

Bryan thrust into my fists, rubbing between my palms and Pete's d**k. Pete gasped and sat up on his elbows for better leverage as he thrust up off the mattress.

"Damn, you're big," he said as Bryan's erection rubbed along his.

"I'm bottoming here, right? Because I want that fucker in my ass like now."

"As you wish," Bryan said with a grin.

I unwrapped the condom and eased it onto his fat d**k, then added more lube along his length. I worked it in, kneading him harder, and he f****d into my palm, one hand on my shoulder for support.

"Yeah, that's good," he moaned, thrusting into my fingers.

"Yoowz, you know how to handle a man."

"I should," I joked.

"I've been doing it for... how long now, honey?"

"She's damn good," Pete said.

"But don't get him off, Sheila. This is all for me, remember?"

"How could I forget?" I guided Bryan's c**k down below Pete's balls. My lubed finger found his anus, which I teased, prodded, and stretched a bit before I held it open for Bryan.

I felt the head of Bryan's c**k slide between my thumb and forefinger. On the bed, Pete arched his back and gasped, his hands fisting in the bedsheets.

"Yes, yes, yes," he cried as Bryan eased inside him.

Bryan moved forward, pushing his d**k fully into my husband's ass. I stepped back, out of the way, my whole body on fire as I watched them move slowly to get in sync.

My hand drifted to the crotch of my pants and pressed against my c******l area through the fabric. Lust shot through me, and I began rubbing myself, matching their rhythm. Pete's moans were orgasmic, and the way Bryan grunted with each thrust turned me on.

My husband's c**k stood up ramrod straight from his groin; Bryan wrapped a hand around it and tugged, while his other hand steadied himself beneath Pete's hips.

I stepped out of my pants and eased a finger between my legs. My c******l area sizzled as my fingertip brushed against it, and then I plunged into my own tight wetness. With one knee on the bed, my fingers pushed into my pussycat, and I rubbed one of my breasts with my free hand, stiffening the n****e.

Excitement coursed through me as I watched my husband get f****d by his best friend, but I wasn't content just to watch. I wanted to be part of the action scene, like the artist did, for a film.

My fingers were wet with my own juices when I pulled them free and climbed on top of Pete's chest. Straddling him, I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Ready?" I murmured.