The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (15 page)

“Yes.
Are you hungry?” Gabe asked.

“I am
now. I wonder what we’re doing for dinner.” As I’d spoken a wonderful creamy
aroma laced with tarragon flitted toward me from the open kitchen door.

“Mmm, I
suppose Brent is cooking for us again,” Gabe said.

We
wandered in, me a step behind Gabe.

“Hi,”
Brent said, wiping his hands on a tea towel. He was dressed again and looking his
usual immaculate self. “I guessed everyone would be starving. It’s been a…busy
afternoon.”

“That’s
exactly what we just said.” Gabe grinned and walked up to Gabe.  He
hesitated, briefly, then wiped at a smear of white—cream, I reckoned—from
Brent’s right cheek.

“What’s
that?” Brent asked, smiling at Gabe.

“Dunno,
something you’re cooking with.” Gabe popped his finger in his mouth and sucked
the cream off.

It was
such an intimate gesture that it stopped me in my tracks. They’d fucked, sure,
but that had changed how they were together. Like the tension had dissipated, the
need had been sated and the mystery had been solved.

That
was something I hadn’t been expecting.

“Hayley,”
Brent said, turning to me. “Have fun by the pool?” He raised his eyebrows and
grinned.

“Yes,
lots thank you.” I gave him a cheeky smile.

There
was no hostility there. He’d watched. I knew he had. But hey, I’d seen him in
action. Damn fine action too.

“Good,”
he said. “I wouldn’t like you to feel left out of the fun.”

“Oh,
she’s not left out, don’t worry about that,” Gabe said, hugging me. “I see to
her every need, in every department, don’t I, baby?”

“You
certainly do,” I said, still looking at Brent.

He was
studying me closely. I had no idea what he was thinking. Did he want to satisfy
some of my needs? Had he wanted to be Gabe—beneath my dress, supping on
my pussy?

No. That
wasn’t the case. He wanted my husband, not me.

“Wine?”
Brent asked suddenly and shaking his head, as though removing thoughts. “Sorry,
I meant to get it out ready for you.” He moved to the fridge and withdrew a
bottle of chardonnay. “This should be okay, it’s an award-winning year.”

“I’m
sure it will be lovely,” I said. “Would you like me to do anything?”

“Just
sit there and look pretty,” he said winking.

I
laughed and took a seat at the island. It was the same remark he’d made before
when I’d tried to help.

We
dined on salmon in a white wine and tarragon sauce on a bed of wild rice and
supped chilled chardonnay.

“That
was lovely,” I said when I’d finished.

“I’m
glad you enjoyed it,” Brent said, turning on a light; the darkening sky had
filled the room with shadows.

“Where
did you learn to prepare such fabulous meals?” I asked.

“My
mother, she was an amazing cook and very happy to share what she knew.”

“Everything
we’ve eaten here has been incredible,” Gabe said.

“Mmm,
well, there’s more,” Brent said. “I made—”

He was
interrupted by a colossal crack of thunder that rattled around the room as a
flash of lightning lit the windows.

“Blimey,”
Gabe said. “That’s close.”

I slipped
from my stool and walked to the French doors. I shut them up and locked them.
Huge drops of water were landing on the patio. “It’s raining,” I said.

Brent
strode to the opposite window and closed that. “I think we’re in for a big
storm, the sky is black out there.” He walked to the fridge. “I vote we take
this cheese board and sit out the storm in the snug with a glass of port. I’ll
light the fire if you get chilly.”

“That
sounds like a plan.” I rubbed my arms—my hairs were standing on end, a
mixture of the ions in the air and the fact that the temperature had dropped.

Another
flash filled the kitchen, closely followed by a snap of thunder that seemed to
roll over and over in great, cabinet-shaking crests.

“Come
on,” Brent said, passing Gabe the cheese board and grabbing a box of bread crackers.
“Let’s go.”

Once in
the snug, the room I’d seen Gabe first kiss Brent in, I realized why Brent
would pick it to wait out a storm. It had only one small window and it was set
high, above the picture rail.

He quickly
yanked a cord that slid a purple velvet curtain across it. “This is where I
used to come when I was a kid and there was a storm. I had a dog, Matilda, and
she hated them. So I’d sit in here with her, with a fire on and feed her
biscuits, brush her and try and stop her shaking.”

“Ah,
poor thing,” I said, trying to imagine Brent as a small boy caring for a scared
dog.

“I
suppose old habits die hard,” he said, striking a match and holding it beneath
the kindling at the base of the fire. “I still gravitate here if I’m at Hardon
and there’s a storm.”

The
fire took, the first baby flames licking upward. I sat in one of the bucket
seats and rested back on the soft, embroidered cushions.

Gabe
left the other seat free and opted for the end of a scarlet-colored two-seater
sofa that was pushed forward from the wall. He was watching Brent—looking
at his ass as he stooped over the fire.

Was
Gabe thinking of fucking Brent’s ass now? Was there more to come on this night
where they had permission to explore their need for each other?

“Please,
help yourself to cheese,” Brent said, standing. “And I’ll pour. Is everyone
having port?”

“Yes,
please,” I said.

Gabe
nodded as he popped a chunk of cheddar into his mouth.

Brent
smiled and opened the door on a fine old drinks cabinet. It was stuffed full of
half-drunk bottles of spirits.

“Not
all mine,” he said. “Well, they are, but it’s not like I drink them all year
round. It’s the Christmas cabinet as a rule.”

“I
think it’s lovely,” I said. “Is it antique?”

“Yes,
one of my mother’s finds.”

Brent
handed us all a drink then sat in the seat next to me. He glanced at the window
even though it was covered with the curtain. Rain was hammering on it as if
trying to break the pane of glass.

Another
rumble of thunder trundled overhead and echoed down the chimneybreast.

Brent
shuddered. “Be glad when it’s gone past us.”

“So it
wasn’t just Matilda that didn’t like storms,” I said.

“Er,
no. I guess not.” He knocked back his drink, all of it in one go.

I
glanced at Gabe. He was still watching Brent closely. He lifted his drink to
his lips, did the same as Brent and swallowed the whole lot.

He then
slipped to his knees and moved the few feet to Brent. Placing his hands on
Brent’s thighs, he looked at him with his eyes wide and glistening.

“I know
a way to take your mind off the storm,” he said quietly.

Brent
stared at where Gabe was touching him, his jaw slackened and his lips parted.

“And I
think you’d like it,” Gabe said, smoothing his palms up to Brent’s groin. “A
lot.”

“What
do you have in mind?” Brent asked quietly.

Gabe
cupped the bulge that was pressing through Brent’s trousers. “Would you rather
I just showed you?”

I held
my breath; watching the two of them was so special. They were unashamedly
aroused by each other and it was both intense and beautifully sensual.

“Yes.
Show me.” Brent glanced at me.

Gabe
followed his gaze.

“Hayley…”
Gabe said, his voice low and husky. “Are you…?”

“Okay
with this,” I finished for him. “Fuck, yeah, have a blast together. Don’t mind
me enjoying the view.”

Gabe
smiled. It was such a sinful, sexy smile that I almost went to him and claimed
him as mine.

But I
didn’t. I sat perfectly static with the heat of the now crackling fire warming
my cheeks. I was a voyeur, my role was to watch, enjoy, enhance their pleasure
by knowing I was there.

Gabe
turned back to Brent and shuffled between his thighs.

Brent
slid down the seat a little and I was grateful for the angle my chair was at,
which meant I’d have a great view.

The
view—my husband giving another man a blowjob.

I could
only begin to imagine how excited Gabe must be feeling now. What was swirling
round his brain? This would be his first time taking a cock in his mouth.

I had a
sip of drink and licked my lips. I adored sucking cock. But would he…?

He’d
undone Brent’s fly and was drawing his trousers down.

Brent
assisted in shuffling them off.

Gabe
tipped forward and kissed a patch of near hairless skin just above Brent’s
right knee. He smoothed his hands up and down Brent’s thighs, the way he did to
my legs when he was preparing to give me oral.

I
squirmed on my seat, remembering earlier, on the sun lounger.

“Gabe,”
Brent said, running his hands into Gabe’s hair. “Fuck, you get me so hard.”

“Let’s
see, shall we?” Gabe licked his lips and pulled at Brent’s boxers.

The tip
of his cock sprang out. The wide head was smooth and as dark as a ripe plum.

“Mmm,”
Gabe said, “you are hard, aren’t you.” He tickled his fingers through the line
of hair on Brent’s belly that led to his cock, his knuckles brush over Brent’s
shaft through the material of his boxers.

A
muscle flexed in Brent’s jaw.

“I
can’t wait to taste you,” Gabe said. “I want your dick in my mouth.”

“So do
it,” Brent said, moving one hand from Gabe’s head and gripping the arm of the
chair.

A huge
blast of thunder clattered overhead.

Gabe
dragged at Brent’s boxers, exposing his cock entirely. For a moment he didn’t
move, just sat looking at Brent, studying his shaft and his deep slit. Then he
took it in his hands and slowly pumped up and down.

Brent moaned,
let his head fall back in the chair and shut his eyes.

“Damn,
no wonder if felt good when you fucked me,” Gabe said, his voice almost a
whisper. “Your dick is magnificent.”

I had
to agree with Gabe. Brent had a damn fine cock and he certainly seemed to know
how to use it.

“I love
your hands on me,” Brent said. “I’ve thought of it for so long.”

“You
have?”

“Yes,
since we first met.”

Bloody
hell, their attraction for each other had been simmering for a while, no wonder
they were explosive together. I sipped my drink again. Heat was gathering in my
pussy and my breasts felt heavy. I knew in that instant that I had totally done
the right thing by allowing them to satisfy their need. It was too big to
contain. Trying to keep something that powerful locked up would have only done
harm and twisted them up inside.

“Suck
him,” I said to Gabe. “I want to see it.”

He
looked at me, his eyes full of desire and his cheeks flushed.

Something
passed between us. His gratefulness for my understanding and encouragement, and
my love for him—a love that meant I would do anything to make him happy.

“Go
ahead,” I said quietly, “take him deep.”

Gabe
glanced up at Brent, who was head back, eyes closed, apparently savoring the
way Gabe was twisting his grip as he slowly worked his erection.

Gabe
used his free hand to pull at Brent’s boxers, removing them completely so Brent
was naked.

A log
shifted in the fire, but I didn’t take my attention from the two men.

Gabe
was hunched between Brent’s long, hair-coated legs masturbating Brent’s thick
erection. Brent was gripping Gabe’s head and the arm of the seat. His features
were tense and he appeared lost in pleasure. It was an incredible sight, so
full of trust and generosity. They were so comfortable together, so at ease
with me here too.

As
another clap of thunder shook the house, Gabe leaned forward and took the head
of Brent’s cock into his mouth.

“Ah,
yeah…” Brent said, staring down at his groin. “Fucking hell.”

Gabe
had his eyes shut now and was sinking lower.

“I’ve
fucking dreamed of this…” Brent said, his voice tense. “So many times.”

Gabe
kept on going, taking more and more of Brent.

I blew
out a breath; my skin was hot and my heart thudding. For years I’d thought of
Gabe’s mouth as mine, my plaything, my property, yet here it was, stuffed full
of Brent’s cock.

“Oh,
God, you’re doing it so well…yeah, like that…” Brent said, gathering Gabe’s
short hair into his fist. “Fuck, your tongue is…flicking it like that, it’s…”

Gabe
pulled up, holding Brent’s shaft as it emerged from his mouth. He sank back
down.

Brent
groaned again. “Won’t last…long…” he said, his toes curling on the carpet.

This
seemed to spur Gabe on and he set up a faster pace.

Brent
panted, each burst of air jolting his chest.

My clit
was engorged, pressing against my knickers. I wanted to masturbate again, but I
wouldn’t, not this time.

Fuck,
they were amazing together. Everything about them. The sounds they made, the
way Gabe was moving, putting his whole body into the act and how Brent was
reacting to it.

“I’m
going to…come…” Brent gasped, sitting forward then slamming back in the chair.
He thrust his hips up and pressed Gabe down.

Gabe
took it all, if anything speeding up and sinking lower. He reached up and
grabbed Brent’s chest. Through his t-shirt he grasped Brent’s pectoral muscle,
hard, the way he sometimes did my breast when he made me come; squeezing my
nipple and adding a nip of pain into the equation.

“Ah,
fucking hell it’s here,” Brent shouted, baring his teeth and screwing up his
eyes. “Ah…ah…ah…”

He
jerked, his belly contracted and the tendons on his neck strained.

I knew
Gabe was swallowing Brent’s cum. It wasn’t easy for him, I could see him
battling with the fluid spurting into his throat, but still he carried on.

He took
every bit of pleasure from Brent until finally Brent sagged and released Gabe’s
head.

Gabe
slowly lifted his mouth from Brent’s cock then caught it in his hand. He stared
upward and smiled, his lips wet and a little bruised and swollen.

“Fuck
that was intense,” Brent said. “It’s been a long time since I came in anyone’s
mouth.”

“Really?”
Gabe said, gently caressing Brent’s softening cock.

“Yeah,
lets just say my wife, soon-to-be ex-wife, didn’t include oral in her
repertoire.”

“Mmm,
well I’m glad to have been of assistance,” Gabe said, kissing the tip of
Brent’s cock. “And that it was as special for you as it was for me.”

“Damn
special,” Brent said. He hooked his hands beneath Gabe’s arms and lifted him
upwards.

Their
mouths met. They kissed long and lazy, enjoying each other and lost in the
moment.

Eventually
they parted.

Gabe turned
to me. “Come here.” He held out his hand.

I did
as he’d asked and when I stepped close enough he slid his fingers around my
nape and drew me in for a kiss.

Our
tongues tangled and I tasted not just Gabe but Brent too—Brent’s mouth
and his cock. It was a musky, exciting tang—new and unexplored.

I
pulled back and smiled at Gabe. “That was hot,” I said, running my fingers
through my hair. “You enjoyed yourself.”

“Not as
much as me,” Brent said, touching Gabe’s lips. “It was fucking incredible from
where I was sitting.”

I
chuckled. “Mmm, I just bet it was.”

“You
two,” Gabe said. “Blow my mind, seriously. This has been so…”

“Intense,”
I said.

“Sexy,”
Brent added.

“Yes,
both of those things and more. I feel almost…” Gabe paused, closed his eyes for
a couple of seconds, a long blink. “Overwhelmed by your generosity and
understanding. How many men get this…two lovers? Even if it is just for one
weekend.”

“Not
many,” I said. “But you’re special, Gabe.”

“I
second that,” Brent said. He leaned forward and swept his tongue over Gabe’s
lips. “Mmm, Hayley left some of her sweetness on you.”

“Everything
about Hayley is sweet,” Gabe said, running his hand down my back. “Though she
does seem exhausted. I think maybe it’s time to move this upstairs.” He moved
away from Brent and stood. He yawned.

“I
think the storm has passed,” I said, going to him, wrapping my arms around his
waist and resting my head in the groove of his neck.

Brent
reached for his boxers and pulled them over his rapidly deflating cock. “Yes,
thank goodness. But I’ll leave you to it, if you don’t mind. Catch you in the
morning.”

“Are
you sure, I—” Gabe started.

“Yes,
I’m sure. You belong to Hayley,” Brent said. “I appreciate her letting us have
some fun.” He paused and frowned. “No, that sounds too casual. I appreciate
Hayley allowing us to explore these feelings we have for each other, but as
I’ve said right from the beginning, I have no intention of coming between you.”

“But
you haven’t, you—”

“Mr.
Stone,” Brent interrupted again. “Take you wife to bed and make love to her.
It’s her that you truly want and need. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Well,
if you’re sure?” Gabe said.

I
hugged him a little tighter. I wasn’t going to argue, I wanted Gabe to myself
for a while, even if it was just to hold.

“Yes,
I’m sure. Tell you what, I’ll thrash you at tennis if the rain has stopped.”

Gabe
laughed. “Okay, it’s a deal.”

* * * *

Gabe
and I paused to get a glass of water from the kitchen on the way through. It
wasn’t that late but the long drive from London, the heat of the day and the
exciting, sexy times we’d had meant we were both ready for bed.

I let
Gabe use the bathroom first and while he was in the shower I thought about
Brent. How I’d sampled his flavor on Gabe’s lips and he’d done the same with
me. Was it really odd that we had that intimate knowledge but not? That we’d
seen each other have sex but not had sex ourselves?

My mind
wandered down a train of thought of me having sex with Brent and Gabe watching.
Would Gabe enjoy that? Would it turn him on to see his two lovers making love?
Or would he have a jealous rage, would it be something he just couldn’t handle?

And did
I want to have sex with Brent? Certainly my body could easily respond to his,
he was pretty damn gorgeous and his cock enough to make my pussy dampen at the
thought of riding it. But really? Was that just a fantasy I should keep locked
up as a fanciful dream or did I want it to see the light of day?

Gabe emerged
from the bathroom, the scent of showergel swirling around him with the steam.

“Damn,
I’m knackered,” he said, flopping onto the bed.

“You
look it,” I said. “I’ll have my shower now.”

I shut
the door.  Stripped then stood beneath the hot water. I shut my eyes and
held my face to the stream. What a day.

When
I’d dried and put on a fresh pair of knickers, I wandered into the bedroom.

Gabe
was sprawled on the bed snoring gently with his lips slightly parted. He
reminded me of a child at Christmas who’d had more excitement with a new toy
than he could take.

I went
to the dressing table and thought about changing my nail polish which had
chipped. But I decided against it. I’d do it tomorrow. Instead, I climbed onto
the bed, curled my arm over Gabe’s waist, snuggled into his neck and let sleep
wash over me.

* * * *

The
next morning, I found myself back in the curiosity shop in Henley. The one I’d
bought the sundial in. I browsed to the far end again and a small table mirror
on an ornate stand caught my attention.