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Good. Because she wanted nothing more. She stared at him, never breaking her gaze as she danced her fingers over her nipples.

Suddenly, Jason tipped her forward and she landed on Christopher's chest, pushing them both into the mattress. He chuckled and hooked his hands beneath her arms, sliding downward towards her hands. Grasping her wrists, he pulled her arms wide until she was trapped and couldn't push upward from her position. Every hard ridge of his youthful body pressed into her.

"Bondage,” he murmured into her hair, his fingers tightening slightly on her wrists. “At our mercy."

A tremor went through her.

"You like that, don't you?” he asked.

Did she? Her cream was about to escape her panties and trickle down her legs. She nodded, pressing her burning face in his neck.

"Dana, look at me."

Slowly, she lifted her head and gazed into his dark eyes.

"I want to see every reaction. I want to see your pleasure."

Jason splayed his hand on her back. The pressure urged her sex against Christopher's pelvis. She imagined riding the obviously large cock hidden inside his pants, the wanton images pushing her arousal to new heights. She'd never felt like this!

"Relax,” Jason said as he smoothed his hands along her legs. He toyed with the top of her stocking. “I like these. Hot. You know what will be hotter?"

"No,” she choked as his fingers hooked in her panties, dragging them down.

Christopher stared directly at her. Was it possible to fuck someone with a gaze...? Because he was doing it. He nipped her bottom lip never breaking the eye contact. She trembled, trying not to look away.

"When they're coated with your release ... and ours,” Christopher rasped. An involuntary whimper escaped her and he captured it with his lips, hungrily taking her mouth and feasting as if he'd never tasted a woman before.

"Spread your legs farther apart,” Jason gently ordered, his voice distant as Christopher ravaged her mouth and sent her senses spinning. She automatically complied, gasping when Christopher slipped his knees beneath her legs and pushed them apart, spreading her wide.

This was bondage as she'd never imagined. Restrained and spread wide not by ropes or steel, but by flesh.

Held wide, she couldn't flinch away when Jason licked the inside of her thigh, starting at the silk and working his way to her pussy. Parting her with his thumbs, he slashed his tongue along her folds. A near orgasm tumbled over her as she cried out, her hips jerking beneath the pleasure.

"Yes, luv,” Christopher whispered. “Give over to him. Let him taste your sweet cream. I love the sounds you make as you cry more. The way you tremble in our arms. We want everything you have."

What the hell had happened here? The boy toys she'd fantasised about were now here in the flesh and giving her orders. She hadn't considered this scenario. In her thoughts, she'd always been the one in charge even though in reality, that was the last thing she'd wanted.

Jason's wide shoulders brushed her upper thighs. “So wet,” he murmured as he dragged his thumbs along her dewy folds. “And hot.” He pushed two fingers into her sheath, stretching the tight muscles. It had been so long. Even before she and her husband had parted, it had been months since they'd slept together.

"Baby, I can't wait to feel you squeeze my cock and milk every bit of my cum from me."

Her eyes went wide and Christopher chuckled, the movement of his chest causing his shirt to chafe her nipples. “Didn't your ex talk dirty?"

"I don't think he knew how,” she managed, though right now she couldn't remember his name. She barely remembered hers. Jason's fingers pushed in and out of her. Her back arched as she reached for more pleasure. He pressed his mouth to her, drawing her clit between his lips, and she couldn't contain her shriek. Release pulsed over her and shot dagger-like pleasure through her limbs.

Relentlessly, he continued to fuck her with his fingers while he lapped her escaping fluid. “Mmm, so good,” he said.

Pulling his fingers from her, he reached up until they touched her lips. She froze. She'd never...

But this was all new. Tentatively, she parted her lips and sucked her juices from his fingers, surprised by the tangy, not unpleasant taste. Her tongue darted along his knuckles, cleaning every bit away and caressing the flesh as if it was his cock. He groaned when she flicked his fingertips. He jerked away his hand. “You'll make me lose it."

"My turn,” Christopher said before she could respond with a cheeky comment. She thought he'd tumble her onto the mattress and dive between her legs, instead, his hand knotted in her hair and he dragged her down for another kiss, sweeping his tongue inside to gather the taste of her cream.

Then he did tumble her over beneath him. Her arms went around his shoulders and she realised he'd released her. Pressing her heels onto the edge of the mattress, she moved towards the middle of the bed. Christopher followed. His hands were everywhere.

To her surprise, she felt Jason's hands too as he unbuttoned Christopher's pants and pulled down the zipper. She pulled her mouth away from Christopher as his pants were tugged down.

"You two are...”
Gay? They couldn't be.

"Not bloody likely,” Jason muttered.

"No, not exactly,” Christopher panted, using the break to yank off his shirt.

"Then how exactly?"

He stroked his fingers down her cheek. He continued to her shoulder and then to her breasts. His thumbs stroked over the taut peaks, sending shards of delight through her. She pressed upward into his touch, wanting more. Her breath caught as he pinched one tip.

"Luv, neither us is into men. My hands were busy, and Jason is impatient. He wants me to get on with it, so he can ... get on with it."

He knelt between her knees, his impressive erection rising from a thatch of wiry, dark blond curls, his jeans bunched around his knees.

Jesus, he was hot.

Her lips twitched and she tried for the disapproving school marm look she gave them when they were horsing around at work. “I'm not fucking you with your pants shoved to your knees like a teenager sneaking his first sex."

"No?"

Okay. Maybe she would. She lifted her knees and braced her feet apart to welcome him inside. It smacked of illicit sex, quick and hot ... not that she really wanted it quick.

Christopher grinned that wicked smiled that always made her crazy with need. “I think you'd like it."

She thought he was probably right. Her garters and stockings, his worn jeans and muscles, reminded her of the old fantasy of the socialite and the handyman. She had a few things she'd like him to fix and she knew just where he could put his tool. She reached for Christopher, even more turned on than she'd been before.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard."

"I want you to wear these,” Jason said and she suddenly realised he'd disappeared and returned. Now, he sauntered from the bathroom, her shoes dangling from his fingers. “I want to fuck you in your ‘fuck-me’ shoes."

She bit her lip, lifting a foot up beside Christopher's side. He grasped her ankle, holding it up. Jason slowly slipped on the first heel, stroking his fingers up her calf. He gently placed her foot back on the bed. They repeated the process with the other foot.

Amazement duelled with her arousal. No one had ever treated her with such care. And she'd certainly never thought anyone would be turned on by her footwear. She pressed her heels into the blankets feeling sexy and naughty and well ... wanted. In marriage she'd felt like a commodity, like electricity or running water. Christopher and Jason made her feel like a rare delicacy.

Looking into Christopher's eyes, she lifted her hips and traced her pussy with her fingers. “I want you here. Please...” she whispered.

He leaned forward, the tip of his cock parting her folds. “Oh balls,” he swore.

"What?"

"Condom ... Luv, you have me so worked up, I almost forgot. I never forget."

She smiled smugly as he pulled a square of plastic from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. So she'd made him forget? A worthy, if dangerous, goal to repeat.

Reaching between them, he parted her. He surged forward. She cried out in unison with him as he seated himself to the hilt, filling her with one forceful stroke. Even as her body adjusted to his wide cock, she loved the feel of every inch. Filling her. Stretching her. Claiming her.

He began a driving rhythm, pushing deeply with each thrust. Beside her, Jason shoved down his pants and climbed onto the bed. She drew him closer with an arm around his waist. The head of his cock bobbed before her face and she took him between her lips. Her tongue swirled along the underside, pressing the ridge there as she worked up and down the shaft with the same momentum as Christopher's shoved in and out of her pussy.

"Blood hell, Chris. I can feel you pounding her,” Jason gasped.

And if feels so good
, she thought, never slowing. Her awareness split as she met Christopher's thrusts, yet paid equal attention to Jason. His hands buried in her hair, pulling slightly as she moved. And she loved it. She wanted more and more of their possession. More and more of their youthful abandon.

She moaned around the cock in her mouth as the one below stroked across her sensitised tissues. Tension balled in her womb, small tendrils reaching for release. The strands continually tried to break free and explode through her body only to be reined in at her edge. Her orgasm trembled there. Almost ... almost...

Her lips clamped around Jason as he fucked her mouth, the head of his cock sliding along the roof of her mouth on one push and pressing against her tongue on another.

"Oh baby. Oh my God...” he cried as she increased her suction, lightly scraping him with her teeth then soothing the hard length with flicks from her tongue. He stiffened as he shoved deep, one last time. Cum sprayed down her throat and she swallowed convulsively, struggling to swallow his salty tribute.

She licked her lips and smiled as he pulled free. Breathing heavily, he lay down beside her and kissed her. His hand pressed over her belly and she almost screamed as the sensation of Christopher's pummelling intensified. Her breaths gasped from her as Jason abandoned her mouth and moved to her ear.

"Do you know how hot you are? Letting both of us fuck you? I can feel your belly quivering beneath my hand. You're about to lose it, aren't you?"

She whimpered, his words focusing her being on her pussy and Christopher's cock.

"It's coming isn't it?” Jason continued. “You're going to squeeze him until he can barely move. Those tight little muscles I felt are going to suck him dry."

She panted, her hand unconsciously going to her breast, squeezing the mount, and sliding up to pinch her nipple.

Jason nipped her earlobe. “I can't wait to be inside you, too. I'll fuck you until you writhe for release but I won't stop ... not until you're screaming out your second ... or third orgasm. Then I'll fuck your ass, but I won't wear a condom. I'm gonna fill you with my cum."

She screeched, his words shoving her over the edge as she lurched upward onto Christopher's cock, her pussy slamming into his groin. A wildfire of sensation raced through her as her whole body convulsed in rapid-fire explosions.

"Yes, you like that. Squeeze him. End him. So I can have my turn."

Her head shook from side to side as Christopher continued to piston in and out of her fisting cunt. She couldn't take more. How could Jason talk about more? A second orgasm followed on the heels of the first. Her body gushed around him, soaking his pelvis and her thighs.

"Oh yeah, luv,” he groaned. “Feels so good.” His fingers tightened on her hips. He kept going.

"Baby, he's almost there,” Jason rasped. “His teeth are gritted. The tendons in his neck are tight. Look at the muscles in his arms."

She could barely see for the sexual haze over her. When she looked up, Christopher's dark eyes stared down at her, his chest heaving. Captured in his gaze, another release took her. Her fingers fisted in the pillows as she cried out. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.

He groaned, deep from his chest, and slammed forward one last time. Drained he fell to the side. Jason immediately took his place.

"No,” Dana gasped, her head rocking on the pillows. She couldn't take more.

"Yes,” Jason hissed his wide cock sliding into her still convulsing passage. New pleasure shot through her as he slowly eased in and out of her.

"Yes...” she sighed. Her body calmed slightly.

"Baby, you feel so good.” He turned so she was over him. She gasped as he slid deeper. He grasped her ass urging her to move. Cautiously, she moved feeling exposed in this position. There was no hiding anything that bounced or jiggled or sagged. She was distantly aware of Christopher moving from the bed.

"Harder,” Jason muttered. “God you're beautiful. Ride my cock. Fuck me.” She did, but he met her stroke for stroke, surging his hips upward and grasping her hips to pull her down on him. Her thighs burned, the sensation travelling up in to her ass then her pussy, heating her and driving her wild.

The bed depressed behind her and she felt Christopher against her back. His hands worked over her body, caressing her, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples. One hand drifted down to rub her clit. She cried out wildly and reached her arms behind her to hug his body close. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of Christopher's pubic and thigh hair abrading her ass as she bounced up and down Jason's cock, ever mindful not to get too wild or she'd stab her thigh with the heels she still wore. Reaching down, she pulled them off, flinging them aside, then embraced Christopher again.

She felt his hand working between them, stroking the crack of her ass and slowly working between the globes. She stiffened as his fingertip circled her anus.

"Relax, luv. I won't hurt you,” he said. He kissed her shoulder. He tossed a small packet on the bed beside them about the same time she realised his fingertip was slippery and he was working it past her ring of untried muscles. She went rigid and his teeth sank into her shoulder. She jerked at the pain, even as she was aroused by his primal move.