the thick comforter, and he lay on silk sheets, his head pillowed by goose
down. Cat was all about the best of everything. She’d lit scented candles, and
their spicy aroma filled the air. Voices drifted from the other end of the
house, though he couldn’t make out any words.
So, that was her surprise. A
threesome. He hadn’t felt two mouths on his cock since Cat and Alexis sucked
him during their foursome with Drew. Out of this world. His heart beat faster.
And oddly, he thought of his ex-wife rather than Cat. Alexis had lost all
inhibition during those few short weeks. She’d been amazing. Even when they were
alone, their sex had been better than ever before. He would have been content
to go on that way. Until she’d walked in on him with Cat.
He’d been completely in lust with
Cat back then. They’d even cooked up the idea of the foursome together, as a
way of fucking without cheating, although Cat might have suggested it first.
Whatever, he no longer remembered for sure. In hindsight, of course, he should
never have agreed to screw outside the bounds of the foursome. That was
his mistake. But when Cat had his cock in her hand, her lips only inches away,
she got him to agree to anything. Now, a year later, he could admit he’d been
hasty in walking out to be with her. Cat was wild, sexy, high energy. But
Alexis had been good to come home to after a bad day. Cat was a lover. Alexis
was a wife.
But what was done was done. Since
their respective divorces, he and Cat hadn’t talked about marriage. He was good
with the way things were. He wasn’t ready to commingle assets again. Obviously
she wasn’t either.
“Honey, we’re ready for you,” Cat
singsonged from the doorway. Then she giggled. He heard whispers. And he
stopped thinking about Alexis.
The bed dipped on either side of
him. “This is Terry, and we’re going to make you feel so good.”
And Logan let the sex take over,
let Cat do what she did best, the dirty, nasty things he wanted from her, the
things he’d divorced Alexis in order to have.
Chapter Two
Logan wriggled his wrists in the
knots. “I want to touch you,” he said.
On his right, Cat leaned down, her
lips to his ear, her sweet, seductive scent weaving its sexual web around him.
“Baby, baby, baby, it’ll be so much better if we tease you, stroke you, bring
you to the edge, then pull you back.” She kissed him. “I don’t want you to jump
the gun and try to fuck one of us before we’ve got you nice and crazy.”
Then he felt warm breath on his
chest. Moist lips closed around his left nipple. A tongue flicked him. Then
teeth bit him lightly. Logan wanted to squirm. Cat had taught him how sensitive
a man’s nipples could be. And obviously she’d told Terry. The other woman
tweaked his right nipple hard.
“Fuck,” he growled. This was going
to be one hell of a ride.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Cat
quipped. Somewhere along the way, she’d removed her dress and panties, and she
stretched out beside him, rubbing her naked body against the length of his.
She’d trimmed her pussy this morning, and the hair was soft. She’d been right
about the blindfold. His senses kicked in, making everything more acute, the
heat of her skin, the seductive perfume of her arousal, the feel of her smooth
flesh along his. She devoured his mouth, stroking her tongue deep.
God, he loved two women on him. It
was more than double the pleasure. Rather than stretch out beside him the way
Cat did, Terry hunched over him, sucking and pinching his nipples. She smelled
like soap, clean, simple, no perfumes. Her hair was probably short, too,
because he couldn’t feel it brush his chest as she leaned over. That’s
something he loved about Cat, the silkiness of her long hair against his skin.
Then finally a hand encircled his
cock. Terry. Both of Cat’s hands were on his face, holding him for her kiss.
Terry worked him, a slow glide up and down his shaft, then she reached down
down. Cat was all about the best of everything. She’d lit scented candles, and
their spicy aroma filled the air. Voices drifted from the other end of the
house, though he couldn’t make out any words.
So, that was her surprise. A
threesome. He hadn’t felt two mouths on his cock since Cat and Alexis sucked
him during their foursome with Drew. Out of this world. His heart beat faster.
And oddly, he thought of his ex-wife rather than Cat. Alexis had lost all
inhibition during those few short weeks. She’d been amazing. Even when they were
alone, their sex had been better than ever before. He would have been content
to go on that way. Until she’d walked in on him with Cat.
He’d been completely in lust with
Cat back then. They’d even cooked up the idea of the foursome together, as a
way of fucking without cheating, although Cat might have suggested it first.
Whatever, he no longer remembered for sure. In hindsight, of course, he should
never have agreed to screw outside the bounds of the foursome. That was
his mistake. But when Cat had his cock in her hand, her lips only inches away,
she got him to agree to anything. Now, a year later, he could admit he’d been
hasty in walking out to be with her. Cat was wild, sexy, high energy. But
Alexis had been good to come home to after a bad day. Cat was a lover. Alexis
was a wife.
But what was done was done. Since
their respective divorces, he and Cat hadn’t talked about marriage. He was good
with the way things were. He wasn’t ready to commingle assets again. Obviously
she wasn’t either.
“Honey, we’re ready for you,” Cat
singsonged from the doorway. Then she giggled. He heard whispers. And he
stopped thinking about Alexis.
The bed dipped on either side of
him. “This is Terry, and we’re going to make you feel so good.”
And Logan let the sex take over,
let Cat do what she did best, the dirty, nasty things he wanted from her, the
things he’d divorced Alexis in order to have.
Chapter Two
Logan wriggled his wrists in the
knots. “I want to touch you,” he said.
On his right, Cat leaned down, her
lips to his ear, her sweet, seductive scent weaving its sexual web around him.
“Baby, baby, baby, it’ll be so much better if we tease you, stroke you, bring
you to the edge, then pull you back.” She kissed him. “I don’t want you to jump
the gun and try to fuck one of us before we’ve got you nice and crazy.”
Then he felt warm breath on his
chest. Moist lips closed around his left nipple. A tongue flicked him. Then
teeth bit him lightly. Logan wanted to squirm. Cat had taught him how sensitive
a man’s nipples could be. And obviously she’d told Terry. The other woman
tweaked his right nipple hard.
“Fuck,” he growled. This was going
to be one hell of a ride.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Cat
quipped. Somewhere along the way, she’d removed her dress and panties, and she
stretched out beside him, rubbing her naked body against the length of his.
She’d trimmed her pussy this morning, and the hair was soft. She’d been right
about the blindfold. His senses kicked in, making everything more acute, the
heat of her skin, the seductive perfume of her arousal, the feel of her smooth
flesh along his. She devoured his mouth, stroking her tongue deep.
God, he loved two women on him. It
was more than double the pleasure. Rather than stretch out beside him the way
Cat did, Terry hunched over him, sucking and pinching his nipples. She smelled
like soap, clean, simple, no perfumes. Her hair was probably short, too,
because he couldn’t feel it brush his chest as she leaned over. That’s
something he loved about Cat, the silkiness of her long hair against his skin.
Then finally a hand encircled his
cock. Terry. Both of Cat’s hands were on his face, holding him for her kiss.
Terry worked him, a slow glide up and down his shaft, then she reached down
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