The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (13 page)

Gabe
and I had often talked about children in our future and I hoped it would happen
for us. I knew he’d make a wonderful father. He was kind and patient yet firm
and strong. In quiet moments, I thought about him taking a daughter pony riding
or setting up a tent in the woods with a son. Images of his big arms cradling
our tiny child could make me quite wistful.

They were
only dreams, melancholy thoughts, but even so, they were most definitely there.

The
traffic lights ahead changed and Gabe pulled off. He’d been quiet on the way to
Hardon Manor. We’d spoken lots all week about Brent’s proposition for us to
return the following weekend.

To
start with I wondered if the seduction—that’s what we’d come to refer to
it as—would be better on neutral territory. But as Gabe pointed out, it
seemed silly to pay for an expensive hotel where we couldn’t be guaranteed
absolute privacy. Brent had a beautiful big country house at our disposal and
no matter what else happened we wouldn’t be disturbed.

I’d
agreed with the plan then spent the week flitting from thoughts of Gabe and
Brent fucking in the kitchen over the island, in the pool, on the patio, in the
guest room we’d stayed in and even half way up the grand, sweeping staircase.

I could
still hardly believe we were doing this.

But we
were.

“Here
we are,” Gabe said, turning into the driveway.

I
stared at the imposing house as we approached.

Gabe
eventually drew to a stop, yanked on the handbrake and turned to me. “Are you
sure about this?” he asked.

“Blimey,
we’ve been over this a million times. Yes. I’m sure.” I smiled, leaned forward
and brushed my lips over his. “Heck, I can’t wait to get started.”

He
grinned and I knew he felt the same way.

“Do you
think…?” I said.

“It
will happen straight away,” he finished for me.

I
nodded.

“I
don’t know.” He pulled the keys from the ignition. “I’m not even sure if I’m
supposed to instigate it or if he will.”

“I
suppose we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yes,
and you will—”

“I
will
say if I can’t handle it,” I said. “We’re going round in circles now. I’ve told
you, I can’t wait to see you get your cute arse fucked by Brent. See you bent
over for him, watch your face as he slides deep and then makes you come.”

A rise
of color flooded Gabe’s cheeks. “Fuck, you’ll make me hard right now saying
stuff like that.”

“Maybe
that’s my plan,” I said laughing.

“Witch.”
He grinned then opened his car door.

As I
climbed out, Brent came down the steep steps. “Hi, how was the journey?”

“Not
nearly as busy today, no regatta traffic,” Gabe said.

“Makes
a difference,” Brent said.

He
walked up to me and kissed my cheek. “Hayley,” he said. “How are you?”

“I’m
good, you?”

“Very
good.” He smiled, turned to Gabe and grabbed one of the two bags he was
holding. “Come in. I’ve made Pimms again.”

“That
sounds perfect,” I said, licking my dry lips. I was ready for a drink, and one
with a smattering of alcohol was just what my eager nerves needed.

I
followed Brent up the steps. He wore cream slacks that hugged his ass and a red
polo top that stretched over his shoulders. It looked like he’d had his hair
cut too. I wondered if his trip to the barber had been in anticipation of this
weekend’s big event—if he’d wanted to look nice for Gabe?

He
didn’t need to try hard. He was a seriously handsome man with enough
testosterone to counter the posh with the could-be-rough-if-he-wanted-to look.
It worked for me, and it clearly worked for Gabe.

Once in
the kitchen, Brent poured three tall glasses of Pimms then gestured to the
French doors flung open to the sunlit patio. “Shall we?”

“Yes,”
I said, wandering outside. It felt as though I’d been here only five minutes
ago yet so much had happened since I’d last been at Hardon Manor.

We sat
at the table, Brent and Gabe next to each other, me on the end. Brent had put a
parasol up and it meant we were in a large circle of welcome shade.

“So,”
Brent said, setting down his already half-drunk Pimms. “How are you both
feeling?”

“Fine,”
Gabe said.

“Okay,”
I added.

He
laughed. “Come on, guys, I need a bit more than that. We all know why you’re
here. What we’re going to do. How are you feeling about that? Excited,
regretful, turned on?”

“Definitely
not regretful,” Gabe said. He turned to me. “Hayley?”

“Out of
those three options, excited,” I said. I set my attention on Brent. “I’m
excited about seeing you make my husband come.”

Brent
pressed his lips together and nodded. He held my gaze steady for a few seconds then
turned to Gabe.

I
wondered what the hell was going through his mind. Was he planning how he was
going to make Gabe come? Was he thinking about Gabe’s body? Gabe’s ass hugging
his cock?

“Since
you said you wanted me there,” I went on. My voice was a little hoarse so I
took a drink and lubricated my throat. “I’ve realized what a good idea it is.
How much I want to watch.”

“It’s
the safest option,” Brent said, returning his attention to me. “And do you know
what?” He leaned forward and folded his arms on the table, a smile tugging at
his lips.

“What?”
I asked, stabbing the fruit in my drink with the straw.

“It
turns me on to think of you watching us, Hayley.”

Beneath
the table I crossed my legs, squeezed my thighs together and enjoyed the spark
of arousal it gave me. Brent was looking forward to me watching? That added a
new, unexpected dimension to the scenario.

“That
can only be a good thing,” I said, “I don’t want to hinder your performance.”

“Performance?”
Brent laughed. “That word doesn’t add pressure, does it?”

“There’s
no pressure,” Gabe said, leaning over and putting his hand on Brent’s arm.
“Whatever happens happens.”

The
smile left Brent’s face and he turned his arm and gripped Gabe’s hand. “Yes,
and I don’t know about you, but I’ll be damned if I’m waiting until night time
for this.”

Gabe
swallowed. “What are you suggesting?”

Brent
tipped his wrist and glanced at his watch. “I say we finish this drink, have
ten minutes to freshen up then get this show on the road.”

I stood
in the guest bedroom alone. All was quiet, though the sound of the shower was
faint through the wall. Gabe had closed the door and I’d respected his privacy
to prepare for Brent.

I
stared at the four-poster bed. Elegant and indulgent, it dominated the room.
Beside it were two dark wooden bedside lockers. On the right one I’d set lube,
condoms and a bottle of Evian.

Deciding
to half draw the curtains, I went to the first window and tugged. The light turned
subdued, became more seductive, and I figured that would be a better ambience
for a first time. Plus, the window was open slightly and a small breeze
billowed them gently inward, shifting the shadows.

At the
second window, I stared out at the pool and remembered the fun we’d had last
weekend. Splashing around and making up rules for a silly ball game. I recalled
how it had felt to be pressed up against Brent’s chest when the glass had
broken. How he’d told me he didn’t want me to get hurt.

It
seemed he felt like that about not just my feet but my emotions too.

With
the room now shadowed, I picked up my brush from the dressing table and ran it
through my hair.

The shower
switched off.

I
needed to decide where I was going to watch Gabe and Brent. Would I be on the
bed with them? No, that was too close. The dressing table stool, perhaps? No,
that was too far away and not very comfortable.

A
bottle-green, high-backed chair sat in the corner beside one of the bedside
tables. I walked over to it then gripped the arms. It was heavy and the feet
dragged on the carpet, but I soon had it angled toward the bed.

I sat
down. I was about six feet from where I presumed the action would take place. It
was also darker sitting here because of a huge wardrobe on the other side of
the chair. It was a perfect viewing point for a voyeur like me.

The
bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn
jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head.
He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most
expensive cologne.

“How
are you doing?” I asked, standing.

Damn,
he looked so absolutely fuckable.

He
walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”

“Yes.” My
stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a
rollercoaster. But I was okay.

“No
matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul
mate. Nothing can change that.”

“I
know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it.
Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”

“I
doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a
little.”

I ran
my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral
muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”

He
glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”

There
was a knock at the door.

We both
looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.

The
door opened and Brent walked in.

He wore
tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.

He shut
the door up and stood still, staring at us.

Gabe
dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.

“It’s
dark in here,” Brent said.

“Too
dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”

“No,
it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I
can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and
gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I
see.”

“Yes.”
I nodded.

He
stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I
hope you enjoy the show.”

I swallowed.
“I’m sure I will.”

He
released me and turned to Gabe.

I
admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently
beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat,
harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of
which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the
anticipation of fucking Gabe.

“You
smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s
shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”

Gabe
tensed. “Thank you.”

“Relax,”
Brent said. “You want this.”

“I do,”
Gabe said, “I want
you
.”

Brent
smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.

I stood
and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large
jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths
showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.

Gabe
moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands
on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit
awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.

Brent
pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me.
“Come here, Hayley.”

I did
as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing
them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.

“Kiss
him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”

That
was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.

Brent
kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his
tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.

When I
broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us
both.

“You
two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel
honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”

“We
feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his
fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.

Brent
smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d
done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.

I felt
Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched
sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.

“I
didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to
Gabe’s waistband.

“I’m
commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.

Brent
waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes,
really.”

“Let’s
have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with
Gabe’s groin.

He
undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers
worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of
concentration.

Gabe
was utterly still at my side.

Brent
released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s
knees.

Gabe’s
cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted
jauntily toward Brent’s face.

“Commando
works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared
at Gabe’s erection.

“I
need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To
lose these.”

Brent
smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock.
“Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”

I liked
Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection
between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.

Brent
slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers
through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.

Again
Gabe tensed. He swayed too.

“You
have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”

“Okay…”
Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”

Brent
smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and
took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his
right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.

“Ah,
fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his
balance.

I
snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against
me as I supported him.

“That’s…oh,
God, your mouth on me…Brent.”

Gabe
didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of
Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.

Brent
slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed
Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.

Gabe
reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he
gasped.

Brent
kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to
the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils
flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.

Gabe
panted and stared downward.

I held
him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening
the gusset of my knickers.

“Ahh,
yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.

Brent’s
face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and
his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles
were paling.

I knew
he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.

He
began to withdraw.

Gabe’s
cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.

Gabe
dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.

Brent
took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to
the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into
the slit.

Gabe
moaned and flexed his hips.

“Ready
for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.

“Yes,”
Gabe said. “Absolutely.”

Again,
Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.

Gabe
gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.

My
hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of
his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the
other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t
my role here.

Brent
was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body
rocking backward and forward.

Gabe was
breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over
his muscles.

“Stop,”
Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”

Brent
let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”

“Not…like
this…I want…I need…”

“Ah,
okay.” Brent wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “I get you. Though I
could happily suck you till you came. Perhaps another time.”

“Yes,”
Gabe said breathlessly. “Another time.”

Brent
stood. He slipped his arms around Gabe and his warm skin smoothed over mine.

I
stepped back and allowed Brent to take over where I’d been supporting Gabe.

Brent
leaned into Gabe and kissed him again. He ran his hands down Gabe’s back and
onto his buttocks. He squeezed and explored, running his fingers into Gabe’s
cleft and gathering as much of the flesh as he could in his palms and dragging Gabe
close, so their groins met and pushed together.

“Damn,
you feel good,” Gabe said, pausing in their enthusiastic kissing. He glanced
down at where their chests had connected, wrapped his arms around Brent’s
shoulders and hugged him. “And you taste…”

“I
taste of your dick,” Brent said, grinning.

“Yeah,
I suppose…” Gabe kissed Brent and parted his legs, as though inviting Brent to
explore lower.

“Time
to take this onto the next level,” Brent said, urging Gabe to follow him. “Come
here and get comfortable with me.”

Brent
backed onto the bed, tugging Gabe’s hand until they were both kneeling in the
center.

My legs
were weak from the show. They’d got into each other so quickly and Gabe was so
hard, so damn turned on. I loved how Brent had taken the lead, was being the
experienced, confident one.

I sat,
knees apart and not very elegantly. My pussy was throbbing with arousal. Blood
had rushed to my labia and clit, making it pout against my gusset. I felt swollen
and wet. I thought about masturbating but decided not to—for now.