0 comments/ 14143 views/ 0 favorites Making Up is Hard By: SueBry We'd had an argument the night before. We'd been making love, and I had become too demanding: After she'd come a few times she needed rest - she was too sensitive, but I wasn't done. Since I hadn't come yet she'd tried to masturbate me, but that didn't work out and we were both left tired and frustrated by the experience. The following morning I figured we were ready to try again. Well at least I was, when I saw her emerge from the shower. The kids were off playing or watching TV, so I followed her into our room and locked the door behind us. She gave me a look that said it all... She was ready too! We embraced and kissed there, standing in our room. As I inhaled her soapy-clean scent I caressed her back, and then her backside. She pressed against me, feeling my cock, and kissed me passionately. As our tongues intertwined, I drew her terry robe up and exposed her smooth warm flanks. My excitement grew as I filled my hands with her supple butt cheeks. She began to rub my cock through my jeans, but that wasn't enough so she began tugging at my belt - trying to free my hardness. I was reluctant to let her butt go, but I did. Dropping my pants down to mid-thigh allowed her to stroke my erection, and I took the time to pull at her sash and expose her body. When I began to tweak her nipples she really started to get into it. She was pulling my cock and grinding her bush against my leg - It was apparent that we needed to get into the bed now. Letting her robe fall to the floor, she sat on the edge of our bed and watched me fumble around excitedly. I must have looked ridiculous, tangled up in my pants, but she didn't smile - she just waited patiently until I was also naked. She pulled my cock to her mouth and kissed it while she fondled my balls. I reached down and played with her tits, filling my hands with them and mashing them together. The she pulled me closer and trapped my rod between her breasts, allowing me to hump into her bosom while she kissed and sucked my nipples. It felt so good, but I had to see her so I leaned back a little. Her gaze met mine as she cupped her breasts and pressed them around me - molding her tender globes around my length. I saw a drop of clear fluid form at the tip of my cock, and then disappear as it was rubbed into her skin by my thrusting. That's when I got an idea... I disengaged and joined her on the bed, arranging myself so that she could suck me. She was obviously receptive, and almost voracious as she took me into her warm sweet mouth. After a few moments, we adjusted our positions again so that she was more comfortable. Also, I now had complete access to her dreamy body - and I took advantage. As I knelt beside her I just had to touch all those delightful bits in view. Her nipples were swollen and bright red, so I spent some time rubbing and pulling them. My fingers lightly traced designs in her soft flesh as I sought out her private triangle. Without lessening her efforts on my organ, she spread her legs to allow me access to hers. Not surprisingly, she was wet and fully blossomed. After just a few moments of my dipping into her cream and rubbing her button, I realized that she might need some more substantial attention there. Pulling away from her oral embrace, I hopped over to her secret hiding place and got the hot pink vibrator. I remember thinking that it's color was nearly perfect for what we used it for. As she took me back into her lips, I readied the vibe and placed it to her pussy. She fondled my balls, and I slipped it inside her. Still greedy for more, I bent over and began to lick at her clit while I teased her inner lips. Even though I tried to make my attentions pleasant for her, she was uncomfortable... so I let her drive. She is much better qualified at giving herself pleasure than I, for all my trying. So I just basically sat back and watched. She continued to suck me and play with my balls, alternating between deep strokes and light licks. I knew she was gobbling up my little drops of seminal fluid (we both like those.) As she kept caressing my sacs I felt them draw up. The pleasure was becoming more and more intense, and I knew it wouldn't be long. And it wasn't... As my orgasm built, I pulled from her lips and started stroking myself. I did let her lick at me a couple of times, for a second or two, but I concentrated on ejaculating. She never let go of my balls as they began to pump. Aiming at her furthest nipple as carefully as I could, I sprayed my cum on her breasts. Over and over I spurted hot semen onto her bare flesh. I didn't notice, but she was probably watching as I painted her with my jism. I do remember the sound of the vibrator, alternating between loud and muffled as it traveled in and out of her. When I was sated, I sat back on my heels and looked at her. She met my gaze with an unreadable expression. The sound of the hot pink toy continued for a moment or two, and then she lost contact with me. Her eyes rolled back and closed as her orgasm built. She began to buck at her own hand, and the thing it held, as she was swept away in blissful agony. I watched in awe as she clamped her thighs together, trapping her hand tightly. As she shook and whimpered, her breasts danced and jiggled delightfully. I even managed to smear a few errant drops of semen on the closer nipple as she shuddered from pleasure. As she relaxed, I smiled. She was quite a sight! Long strings of white sticky stuff covered her boobs, ran into the valley of her sternum, and one even trailed across her collarbone and over her shoulder. She was going to need a towel, but rather than rush to get her one, I just admired the view for a few moments while she relaxed. She was, and still is, very beautiful and I feel very fortunate to be with her and to be her lover. Making Up Is Hard To Do Weeks of anger, hurt and frustration had caused the maelstrom of emotions to abate enough that we could be in each other's presence without compounding the situation. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I looked at him, my eyes feasting once more on the visage of this man I love. His silver hair was shorter than it'd been the last time I saw him; he'd evidently gotten a fresh cut for this encounter. His deep brown eyes were somber, but hungry, and I could see remnants of our shared pain flickering in them, mingling with the love I knew was reflected in mine, that no amount of pain could eliminate. "I'm so sorry," we said at the same instance, and in that moment, all the apologies, all the regrets, rose up out of that one phrase. "Sorry" for not trusting, "sorry" for causing confusion, "sorry" for believing the malicious tricks of a supposed friend, "sorry" for the silence borne of stubborn pride. We fell into each other's arms, mouths crushing against each other's, biting, bruising, conquering. Still smouldering anger quickly became the fire of passion, and hurt turned into heat. We fell together on the bed, a yearning to taste each other guiding our movements. My knees straddled his head as my lips wrapped around his thick cock. He drew my clit into his mouth, sucking on it like a little penis, as my tongue wrapped and twined around his member. Residual anger was causing us to be rougher with each other than usual; my teeth scraped his shaft lightly as my head bobbed up and down on it. Then I felt it. A nip on my sensitive bud hard enough to make me utter a noise of protest and pain around his bulbous head. This exclamation was rewarded with a resounding smack on my ass. I quickly swallowed any other protests lest he give the other cheek the same treatment. After that, though, I was even less gentle in my ministrations, nibbling the tender intersection where the base of his cock and his heavy nutsack meet. I felt the vibrations of his own pain noise against my pussy, and I pinched the sensitive inside of his thigh. He flinched beneath me, his hips bucking up, shoving his tumescent member against the soft skin of my cheek. My lips grasped it, taking the whole length in my mouth in one fluid swallow. I sucked hard on it, my cheeks caving in with the strength of the draws of my mouth against him. My teeth dug lightly into the turgid flesh, and I licked the marks with my tongue. His mouth gave the same treatment to my tender clitty, sucking hard on it, catching the sensitive skin with his sharp teeth. My slit was right over his nose, and I knew he was having trouble breathing, his need for air making him take short, shallow breaths around my pussy. I ground against his face, seeking the release I needed. At the same time, his hips pistoned up, ramming his cock harder and deeper into my mouth, making me gag around it. Then came that first explosion of white hot come, shooting its stream down my throat, choking me as I tried to swallow it. Still his hips relentlessly thrust upwards, forcing his thick cock and volcanic orgasm down my abused airway. Struggling for breath, I still sucked him, taking every drop he gave me. By the time his orgasm gave way to aftershocks, I was exhausted, gasping for breath, yet my body still clamored for release. I fell limply on top of him, mindful only of his salty taste in my mouth and the tantalizing forays his tongue was still making along the seam between my swollen lips. SMACK! I jumped at this sudden assault on my tender ass. "Oh Gawd!" I gasped, as my forbidden dark side rejoiced over this treatment, rewarding Jimmy with my juices washing over his face. He lapped them up greedily, hungry for every bit of me he could get. Before my eyes, his cock jerked back to life, once more filling with desire and hardening. Our time apart had caused an insatiability to spring to life inside each of us. He pushed me off of him, leaving me empty and craving, satisfaction clawing through me, demanding release. "Get on all-fours," he demanded. "I'm going to take your ass." Fear and a deeper, primal hunger swept over me. For all our talk, my virgin ass still wasn't fully trained to accept his large dick. Yet, we both knew that I wanted no one else to have it. Trepidation and excitement warred within me, yet, trembling, I acquiesced to his wishes, leaving my vulnerable ass, red from his smacks, fully exposed to him. I felt the bed dip as he climbed behind me, the coarse hairs of his thighs tickling the insides of my legs. Warm lubricant bathed my tight pucker, and I heard the unmistakable wet sucking sounds of his hand rubbing the lube on his cock. His hand reached around and beneath me to rub my tender clit. Then I felt his large head against my bum hole, pushing gently against it, demanding entrance. Jimmy's clever fingers on my nubbin and the pressure against my ass enflamed me, and I pushed back against him, easing my virginal tightness around his impossibly thick cock. As he fully impaled me on his cock, I whimpered from the discomfort of this new invasion. Slowly he began to slide in and out, stretching me, and discomfort gave way to pleasure. He grasped my hips, controlling the depth and rhythm, wanting to conquer, but not wanting to cause pain. Balancing on one hand, trusting him to hold me, I reached under to rub my throbbing clit, desperate to find my reclusive orgasm. With a final tweak of my fingers, I came hard, screaming from the force of my orgasm and exultant over the final barriers between Jimmy and me coming down. As wave upon wave of sheer unadulterated pleasure crashed over me, I tightened around Jimmy's thickness. With a final thrust, he yelled out his own climax, filling my bum with raw heat as he came in my ass. Spent, exhausted, temporarily satiated, I collapsed on the bed, Jimmy's weight bearing down on me, pressing me into the mattress. His deflating cock remained in my ass, slowly easing out with his essence. He wrapped around me, his legs imprisoning mine, his arms encircling me, our hands together, fingers entwined. I sighed, a tear of relief and happiness slipping out of my closed eyes, only to trickle across my cheek to land on the muscular, hairy arm under my head. I had been conquered. He had been captured. I was fully his. He was fully mine. Making Up is Hard To Do We had a stupid argument and then I had a random fuck with a random guy. God, I love him. How can he make me feel this way; so completely overwhelmed by my love for him: by the guilt and the fear that I might lose him? I hold him tight. As I pull back to look in his eyes there are already tears in mine. I open my mouth to speak but he holds a shaking finger to my lips. "I love you baby. God I love you. It fucking terrifies me. I didn't mean to do it. I was drunk. She was..." "Me too," I whisper. Our eyes hold each other in the silence. My heart beats fast. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me close and holds me tight, like he never wants to let go. I bury my head in his neck and hold on to him. Pushing my shoulders back he brushes my hair off my face and looks into my eyes. There's a softness there I've never seen before, but behind it something else burns. His palms on my glistening cheeks, wet with my tears, he moves closer and kisses me. His first touch is soft, our lips barely meeting. The second is slightly more firm. The third lets his tongue flick gently against mine. His hands move to the back of my head, tangle in my hair, pulling me to him. His kiss is hard. Overflowing with the passion I'd seen burning in his eyes. He crushes his lips to mine, melding us together, his tongue searching my mouth, snake-like wrapping around mine. We kiss like this for some time. The knot of fear in my stomach gradually unwinds and is replaced by the intoxicating wave of desire only he can arouse in me. His hands pull at my clothes, mine at his. I find myself lying back on the sofa, his body pressing down on top of me, his cock hardening between us. His mouth has moved to my neck now, licking and sucking and biting my flesh; marking me. There is no need; I already know I am his. I push him back and he falls to the floor, pulling me down on top of him. I lean over him and kiss his neck, moving down to flick my tongue against his nipples, sucking them hard. All the time I rock my hips, massaging his cock with my soaking pussy. I continue my path downwards, kissing every inch of his skin. Reaching his cock I take him gently in my hands. I bring my lips softly to the delicate skin at his head. Adjusting my position I lick, hardly touching, from base to tip. A soft groan of appreciation escapes his lips. The sound sends a shiver down my spine as I open my mouth to him. Slowly I take his entire length in my throat, deeper than I've ever dared before. I hold him there for a moment, marvelling at the perfect fit. Then I draw my lips back, my tongue tracing the line back to the tip. I slowly work him in and out, each time drawing him deep. My fingers stroke his balls, gently massaging him. I have never felt more desperate to please. I continue with long strokes, gradually building pace. He feels almost unbelievably hard in my mouth and my hands. I long to taste his cum on my tongue, and he doesn't disappoint me. One long last suck pulls a low groan from him as he fills my mouth. I lick him clean, kiss every inch of his cock, and swallow every drop of his delicious cum. I slither up his body to kiss him. As his lips meet mine once more he murmurs into my mouth. "God I need to hear you come." I moan my agreement. He presses his fingers into my hips, pulling me up his body. I reach out to grasp the chair in front of me as he positions my hips above his head, shooting his tongue out to flick it against my clit. A long teasing lick from ass to clit, draws a soft moan from me. He slips his tongue seductively inside me, keeps it hard to fuck me with it. My fingers grip the fabric of the chair, my head sinking down onto it, breathing hard. He slightly alters the tilt of my hips, brings his tongue to my clit again. It is hard and eager for his touch as he slips it into his mouth, sucks hard, tantalisingly allowing his teeth to brush against my most sensitive spot. More moans force their way from my lips and I push my hips down further to meet his mouth. He builds up a rhythm, flicking his tongue. My hips rock gently. I can feel my orgasm nearing. So quickly he gets me there, his skills breathtaking. His tongue is fast, relentlessly constructing the explosion of pleasure that tears through my body. I throw my head back, a rough scream echoing around the room, my lips struggling to form his name as I yell it. Not allowing me a moments rest he pushes back my hips, adjusting his own position, lying on top of me, pushing his lips down on mine, kissing me passionately. Switching his attention to my neck, he kisses hard. In one swift stroke he slides himself inside me. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even closer, even deeper. He moves expertly, rhythmically, fast, hard. My voice grows hoarse from the moans he so constantly forces. His ruthless thrusts have me quickly screaming again, more pleasure pulsing through my entire body. Exhausted as I am from the intensity of my pleasure I cannot help but push him back, pulling myself on top of him. His cock slips easily into my drenched cunt. I straighten my back, throwing my head back, gripping my hair with my hands as I ride him. I keep up a relentless pace, torturing my body, pushing myself far beyond the limits of my endurance. But I cannot, will not stop. Continuously thrusting my hips, I keep driving his cock deep into me. My mind floats away into a world where there is only him. I can only hear his groans and hard breaths even above my own. He is holding back. Although my eyes are closed I can feel him watching me intensely, following the path of the beads of sweat coursing down my glistening body, sensing my pain, knowing I needed to do this. He lets me continue until my hands drop to the floor, my body collapsing onto his chest. Then he allows my body to sink to the floor beside him, looking down at me, taking his place between my legs, soaking with sweat and my pleasure. He sinks inside me, a couple of hard thrusts before finally allowing himself the sweet release of filling me with his cum. And then we lie still on the floor, holding each other tight, our sweat and our cum mingling between our hot bodies. I gulp air into my lungs, my mind far away and fuzzy, but knowing with absolute certainty that this is where I belong. Making Up is Hard to Do Thanks again to Chiara23 for your help in editing this story. If you've read the first two "chapters" of this story, you know that this is fantasy. I don't condone extra marital sex. This is just a fun and exciting fantasy. This story involves a male-female-male threesome and some mental male-on-male fantasizing. If that's not your cup of tea, feel free to look on. If you like my story, please leave comments! Thank you for reading! * Megan walked into the cabin and set the canvas bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. The room still smelled like Spic and Span, which made her smile. Hiring a cleaning lady was a good idea. She definitely didn't feel like cleaning this whole place by herself. It had been empty for nearly a year since their last vacation and she was sure it had been dusty and musty. Megan walked to the sliding doors and opened them, leaving the screens shut to keep out the myriad pests out of the cabin. She wanted some fresh air, but August in the south was well known for its pests. Walking through the little cabin, Megan went through her plan in her mind. As she did, she wandered around the living room, running her hands over the soft couch and stone fireplace. She walked down the hall to the first of two bedroom suites and turned on the window AC unit. Going to the bed, she turned down the soft comforter and sheets to make sure it was ready once the time came. She looked out the window to the water. Down the hill, the lake sparkled. She was half tempted to strip and go jump in the cool water, but there was too much to prepare for inside. There would be plenty of time spent naked in the water if her plan went as she was hoping. She felt a little tingle in her belly as she thought of all the fun things in store for her over the course of this weekend. The hardest part would be convincing Alex to go through with it. Speaking of which, Megan knew she had to get supper started now if it would be ready by the time Alex got there. She had planned supper just for him, including all his favorites, to make sure he was as receptive as possible to her proposal. Having already brought up the idea over the phone a few days ago, she knew that Alex had been considering it. What she didn't know is whether he would say yes tonight or not. Hopefully it would be yes, since she had already told Jason to plan on coming that night. Megan desperately wanted Alex back, but couldn't hide what had happened between her and Jason just a couple months before. Hopefully, this weekend would give her an "out". Plus, it would be a check on her bucket list. She had always wanted to have two men at once, and the idea of having sex with Alex and Jason was almost too much to handle. After putting the salad greens, cream and other perishables in the fridge, she set to work on the appetizer. She sat a pot of water on the stove to boil for the couscous and turned her attention to the bacon wrapped scallops. It took some time to pull the bacon apart, wrap it around each scallop and stick it with a toothpick. Carefully, she put each little bite on a tin foil-lined baking tray and stuck it in the preheated oven. Now that that was done, she put another pot of water on the stove for the potatoes. As she stood at the counter, peeling potatoes, she stole glances out the window. She desperately hoped Alex didn't show up early and ruin the surprise. The sun was just beginning to set over the lake, making rays of red and purple light shine through the trees and make little kaleidoscope paintings on the grass. It reminded her of the summers she had spent here with her parents and sister, and even Alex after they were married. She remembered making forts in the woods out back with Christy and sneaking off to them after dark to play games with the neighboring boys whose families also kept vacation homes in the community. Most of the time, the games were innocent enough, but as she and her sister reached college age the games got a little more risqué. Megan remembered a pretty daring version of strip poker when she was 18 with the Steelman brothers. Christy had of course picked the better looking one, but Megan had lucked out with hers. He was particularly well gifted and very talented. Laughing to herself, she realized looks weren't always a guarantee of how well a man could perform. Her thighs trembled a little when she thought of what that guy had done to her. They didn't go all the way, but they had done everything else! Throwing the cut-up potatoes into the pot of boiling water, Megan removed the steak that had been marinating in a mixture of garlic, seasonings, soy and Worcestershire sauce. It was her famous marinade and she knew it would make Alex happy. Absently, she wondered if he had had a home-cooked meal since they separated. She fired up the grill out on the deck and set the bowl of steaks, a plate and the tongs on the side. She had to go back in to grab a basting brush and check on the scallops. They were almost ready. By the time the steaks were cooked to medium rare, she figured the scallops would be done. Before long, Megan had supper finished. The steaks were resting, the scallops cooling on their beds of couscous and the salad put together. Megan looked at her watch and decided she had enough time to go get freshened up. She had put on what she wanted to wear for the evening, but after cooking everything, she had gotten a little disheveled. In front of the mirror in the bedroom, she pushed up her boobs and straightened her hair. Her makeup only needed to be powdered a little. Standing there for a moment, she took in her own image. She had worn a pretty raspberry colored, rhinestone embellished tank top that covered everything, but definitely showcased her breasts. They weren't exactly hanging out, but they weren't entirely held in either. She knew if she bent over just the right way, the big 'ole puppies would be clearly in view. She smoothed out the fabric of the thin gray casual slacks and slipped on her little sparkly sling back heels. Megan was like a raccoon... she was a sucker for anything sparkly. Turning around, she took a look at her butt. She had lost some weight over the past couple months and while she wasn't skinny, she wasn't as roly-poly as she had been when Alex was at home. She hoped he would appreciate her smoother lines and tighter stomach. There was definitely still some cushion, but it was all much better looking. She smiled to herself. It was time for her to feel better about her appearance. Nerves were starting to set in, so Megan placed a quick call to her sister for reassurance. "Hey, Christy. How are the kids?" "Oh, they're great! They're just playing, having a good 'ole time. Of course Sarah and Emma have been fighting some, but Matthew is good at redirecting their attention. I think he's going to be your little lawyer!" "Well, I'm glad to hear that." "So what's up, little sis? I know you didn't just call to hear that." "Yeah, I'm just getting nervous. Alex should be here any minute and I'm scared that I won't be able to convince him to go through with this." "Girl, you have to! This whole plan of yours will never work if you can't convince him to let you fuck that boy!" "I told you to stop calling him a boy! He just turned 19 for Heaven's sake. I feel bad enough about it as it is." "Oh gawd. Whatever. You just gotta make sure to get Alex all liquored and lubed up so he'll be too horny to say no. How long have you been married to this man? You know how to work him. All women know how to work a man. It ain't that hard! Now just stick out your tits, and lick on him and he'll be willing to kill the Queen of England for a minute in your cooch!" "Good lord, Christy! I hope the kids aren't hearing all this!" "Shit, no. You think I'm stupid? They're outside runnin' around and I'm watchin' 'em from the sunroom." About that time, Megan saw Alex's F250 pull into the driveway. She had enough time to hang up with her sister and put the plates of scallops on the little dining table along with a couple glasses of wine. When he walked in, Megan's heart stopped. It was just like first time she had ever seen him. Apparently, he wasn't holding back any punches either. He had worn his blue button-down Ralph Lauren shirt and the tight RL jeans. Megan could see hints of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt and she could only imagine what was going on underneath the denim of his jeans. She hoped that he approved of her display. "Hey." It was all he said as he smiled at her. Her stomach did a little flip. "Hi. I'm glad you came." "Of course I came. Why wouldn't I?" "I don't know." There was an awkward silence for a minute before Megan moved out of his way and motioned to the dining table. "I made you supper." Alex sat down and smiled. "I love your bacon wrapped scallops." Megan smiled broadly, "I know. I have a lot of stuff that you like." Alex cocked an eyebrow at her before picking up his fork and diving into the food. They ate companionably and talked about the kids and work. Megan hoped that the evening would get a little hotter, but at the rate they were going, it would just be a nice little screw and then to bed just like before Stacey Cooper had messed everything up. Megan wondered how to bring up the subject of what she wanted to happen. "So I guess you want to know my answer to your little proposal?" Megan nearly choked on her wine. As she coughed, she could only nod. "Well, I have to say, I'm not thrilled about the idea. Every man wants a threesome, just most of the time it's with another woman." Alex looked at her to gauge her reaction. She sat still, expressionless. She had thought that it would be up to her to broach the subject. "I'm really sorry about what happened with me a Stacey. I know how badly I hurt you and I wish I could take it all back." Alex took a sip of his wine. "It wasn't even good." The look on his face showed that he immediately regretted bringing that up. "Anyway, I know that it was a big deal and this is what you feel needs to happen for us to move on. The fact that you picked an 18 year old boy kind of irks me, though." "He's 19." Alex gave her a sarcastic look and she threw up her hands. "Still. Is this really what you want?" Megan sat quiet for a moment and thought. "What I want is to have you back, but I know if we got back together right now all I would think about is how you had been with someone else. I really think that if I'm with someone else too, it won't be such a big deal. I want to be able to move on and not be jealous about it anymore." Nodding, Alex sighed. "Well, if it's what I have to do to come back home, it's what I have to do. I don't like the idea of sharing you or watching another guy put his dick in you, but it's not like you wanted to share me either." Taking another sip of the alcohol, he asked, "So when is this supposed to happen?" "He should be here in a little bit." "Wow. You were really confident, weren't you?" "Well, I thought it would be better to be prepared. I thought I could always tell him to turn around if you said no." "So what do we do in the meantime?" Alex let a coy smile play across his lips, which melted Megan's resolve just like it always had. He knew how to play her, just as she knew how to play him. His handsome, chiseled face drew her in. She stood and walked to his side of the table. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. They kissed softly, but passion and wine took its toll and eventually they were locked in a hot and heavy embrace. Alex pulled her hair and kissed her throat, causing her to dig her nails into the back of his neck. Somewhere in her foggy mind, Megan remembered that Jason would be there soon and things needed to be taken care of first. Softly, she put her hands on Alex's chest and pushed. "Hold on, babe. There will be plenty of time this weekend." Alex looked up sharply. "He's going to be here the whole weekend?" "No. He's just here for tonight. You and I have the whole weekend. Friday is for fun, Saturday and Sunday are for making up." She kissed him again, gently, then stood and started cleaning up. It only took a few minutes to clean up from supper. Megan fixed Alex a Manhattan and told him to relax for a while. He went out to the deck and sat. After she finished in the kitchen, Megan went to the bedroom to change her clothes. She didn't want to wear a cliché, sexy outfit, but wanted something with a little more access. Looking through the clothes she had brought, she picked out a long, strapless sundress. Of course, she left off the panties. Fixing herself a Rum and Coke, Megan walked out to join Alex on the deck. As she looked at him sitting beside her in the moonlight, she couldn't resist touching him. She couldn't see what it was about Jason that had attracted her, other than her loneliness. Alex was so much hotter than Jason. There was definitely something to be said for a mature man! Megan leaned across her chair and turned Alex's face to hers. She kissed him deeply as her hand trailed across his chest and stomach. Apparently, he had been working out and had buffed up more since the last time they saw each other. She felt her body respond and as her hand moved down to his lap, his did too. "I have wanted you for so long, Megan. I will never hurt you again." Alex's ran his hand over Megan's face and his words nearly broke her heart. She was half tempted to tell Jason to turn around and tell Alex the truth, but she was too scared of losing him again. However, before she could speak, they heard gravel in the driveway crushing beneath Jason's tires. It made Megan jump. "Oh! He's here." She looked at Alex another minute, then decided this was the way she had to do it. "I guess it's time." The couple stood and walked around the house as Jason was stepping out of his car. It was a shiny new Maxima. Megan wondered if it was his or his parents'. As he saw her, Jason smiled broadly, but looking at Alex (who had subconsciously puffed up like a pit bull ready to fight), his smile faded a little and he suddenly looked very nervous. "Hi Jason. Thanks for coming out" Megan walked up to Jason and hugged him. He hugged her back, but looked cautiously at Alex, who looked a little scary. "This is my husband, Alex." Megan motioned to her husband, and seeing his look mouthed 'shake his hand'. Alex softened a little and stuck out his hand. He even gave a friendly smile. Jason realized he had been holding his breath, which he let out as he shook Alex's hand. 'Maybe it will go okay, after all' he thought to himself. Really, the only reason he had agreed was so that he could be with Megan again. Their encounters at the farm and in her studio had been life-changing for him and if this was the only way to get another chance at her, he would take it. There was a moment of awkward silence as the trio tried to think of what to do next. Alex was the only one with any experience with a threesome, and that had been a long time ago. Finally, Megan broke the ice. "Jason, are you thirsty? We have drinks and alcohol inside. I won't tell if you have some wine." "That sounds great." Megan led the two men inside and Jason fixed himself a drink. Megan wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't wine. She sat down on the couch beside Alex and Jason chose the chair to her right. Another awkward silence. "Okay. So we are all adults here." Megan finally spoke. This was getting ridiculous! "We know what this is supposed to be, so we need to figure out how to start." "So are you really okay with me fu... having sex with your wife? In front of you?" Jason asked shyly. "I don't really have much of a choice." "Well let's get this party started before we all pass out from boredom." Megan turned and kissed Alex as she patted the cushion next to her for Jason to come over. When he sat down, Megan turned and kissed him. It was quick and soft and tentative. Megan went back and kissed Alex, spending a little more time and letting her hands trail over his body. He was careful at first, but started to get into it the longer they embraced. Megan broke away and went back to Jason, taking more time with him. They went back and forth like this a few times, spending more and more time between each pair until hands were wondering all over each other. Eventually, when Megan was kissing Alex, Jason was touching her and kissing her back and neck and when she would kiss Jason, Alex would do the same thing. After a few more minutes of this, Megan started unbuttoning Alex's shirt. He took her cue and pulled it over his head. Megan kissed down his chest and stomach as she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand inside. She found him easily, rock-hard and just a little wet at the head. She stroked him a couple times before pulling his pants and boxers down over his hips. He raised his butt off the couch to help, bringing his now-free cock close to her mouth. As it passed in front of her face, she seized it with her mouth and as he sat down, her head followed, sucking him in. Alex threw his head back against the couch, reveling in the feel of his wife's tongue running circles around the head of his fat cock as she moved up and down. Jason watched, knowing how talented she was and dying for his turn. After a minute, he could resist no more and pulled the top of her dress down, releasing her full breasts. Jason reached underneath her to squeeze and knead her breasts and tease her nipples. Megan moaned against Alex's cock, as he squeezed her shoulder. Ready to be touched more, Megan pushed on Alex's hip to get him to slide down on the couch a little so she could get up on her knees. Knowing his wife well, Alex grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her butt. Jason was still squeezing her breasts as Alex slipped his finger into his wife's soaking-wet pussy. Feeling the movement against his stomach, Jason looked down and decided that's where he'd rather be. Kneeling behind Megan, Jason drew a louder moan from her as his tongue moved over her slit. He pulled her lips apart so he could slide deeper inside her. Alex moved his hand back up and grabbed Megan's hair so he could push her down on him. As much as he was reluctant at first, he realized he was enjoying the sight of his wife sucking his dick while another man ate her pussy. He knew how much she enjoyed that and felt a pang of guilt since it was something he could never do for her. Jason realized his position was awkward, so he rotated to where he was lying beneath Megan's body. He draped his legs across the arm of the couch and pulled her ass down onto his face. Megan pulled off of Alex when Jason found her clit. She immediately went back to sucking on her husband, though this time, much more feverishly. Her head was bouncing up and down as her hand pumped the base of his shaft while she ground her pussy in little circles over Jason's face. She was getting very close to coming and hoped Alex was too, because she really wanted to taste Jason's sweet come from that monster cock again. Soon, Megan was screaming with her first orgasm as she continued to jack Alex off. As her orgasm raged, Alex leaned his head back with a guttural moan. Instantly, his cock was sputtering. The come first hit Megan under the chin and on her breasts, but she threw her mouth over it to swallow the rest. Jason was stroking his cock through it all and his balls ached for release. Before Megan came down fully, she stood and pulled off her dress. She looked at Jason and said simply, "Strip." He obeyed as quickly as he could, but before he was completely naked, Megan was taking his cock in her mouth. He cried out in shock and pleasure and grabbed her shoulders. Her mouth was so hot and still sticky with Alex's come. He would never admit to anyone that the idea of her husband's come on his cock turned him on, but it was true. Making Up is Hard to Do Alex wasn't usually able to last more than once a night, but his lack of sex for the past few months had his desire running on high. Seeing his beautiful, naked wife bobbing up and down on her young lover was such a turn on. It wasn't long before his cock was hard again. He went and knelt beside her in the floor, slipping his fingers into her dripping pussy. She pushed it down into his hand and rode it, bringing herself to another orgasm. Jason followed soon after, blowing his load deep into her throat. Megan was happy that it still tasted like pineapple. As Jason and Megan came down from their orgasms, Alex's cock was getting more and more difficult to ignore. Megan absently played with Alex and ran her finger nails over Jason's legs as he ran his hands over her back. Alex couldn't take it anymore and had to bury himself in his wife. He pulled Megan away from Jason and laid her down on the floor. They kissed again as he rubbed his dick against her pussy, getting it wet and getting her warmed up again. Jason rubbed himself as he watched the couple writhe on the floor in front of him. He was shocked at the realization that he was as turned on by Alex's body as he was Megan's. He had never had any bisexual tendencies, but something was definitely stirring. He decided to put those thoughts away and concentrate on Megan's tits as Alex sucked on them and bit them, making her cry out. Feeling her body tremble, Alex knew Megan was ready. In one quick motion, he thrust himself inside her hard. She cried out again and intertwined her legs with his. He bucked his hips against hers, keeping his pelvis pressed against her clit. There was no need to change positions or turn her around or try anything different. He knew that if he kept the pressure and this pace, she would be screaming out his name within minutes. It was one of the benefits of sleeping with the same woman for so long. You learned exactly how to fuck them the right way. Before long, he got his wish. "Oh God, Alex! Alex! Fuck me! Yes! Just like that! Oh... oh... yesss!" Alex could feel her pussy muscles clench and tighten around his cock, threatening to milk him before he was ready. Megan was still riding her orgasm as she looked at Jason, begging him with her eyes to put his cock in her mouth. She wanted to be filled. This was her fantasy. He obliged happily, shoving his hard fat dick into her willing mouth. Seeing her somewhat awkward position, he grabbed a pillow to put under her head. This way, he was able to slide the full length of himself down her throat. Without a strong gag reflex, she took it all, making sucking motions with the back of her tongue. "Holy shit! God, yes, Megan! Suck it! Take my cock!" Jason remembered how Megan wanted him to take control last time, so he swung a leg over her. In this position, he could hold her head and fuck her face. Alex almost protested, half out of fear that Jason would choke Megan and half for the fact that Jason's ass was now in his face, but seeing Megan's enthusiastic reaction, he backed off. The sound of her moaning sporadically as her air was cut off by the young man's giant dick drove him crazy. Jason enjoyed the feel of his balls slapping Megan's chin. The smell of sex in the cabin, mixed with the woodsy, cool night air coming through the open sliding doors was intoxicating. Feeling the air, he realized that anyone walking by could hear and probably see everything that was going on. Good thing they were in a secluded area. Putting that thought aside, Jason leaned over and got on his hands and knees, still pumping his cock into Megan's throat. From his position, Alex could see Jason's cock slide in and out of Megan's throat. He could even see her throat move as she swallowed the head. This combined with Megan's tits bouncing around excitedly, was enough to send Alex over the edge. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." was all he said as he blew his load inside his wife's cunt. Hearing the other partner come, Jason decided it was his turn. He pulled out of the bewildered Megan and pulled her away from Alex like a toy. Alex was too exhausted to object, so he sat back and watched as Jason rolled Megan over and thrust himself inside her come-filled cunt. The feeling was warm and wet, but different from all the come. With each thrust, Alex's come squirted out of Megan's pussy onto Jason's groin and ran down their legs. Something about being buried in her with Alex's come covering them was too much for Jason. After just a few thrusts, he was coming in her as well. He knew she was close to another orgasm and feeling bad for not getting her off, he quickly knelt down and started eating her pussy. She cried out and pushed herself against his face. He hadn't thought about all of the come before he started, but he realized the taste wasn't that bad. The smell of her, Alex and himself was very sensual. He licked it all up as he rubbed her clit with his hand. He was starting to get really excited, but he knew his cock had had enough. Instead, he started playing with Megan's little butt hole. When she didn't object, he used some of the juice from her pussy to lube her ass and slipped his thumb inside just to his cuticle. He just kept the tip of his thumb in her like that, which apparently was driving her wild. Alex had moved back over and was kissing his wife and playing with her breasts. From Jason's point of view, he could just see Alex's cock swaying and bouncing. It was so close to his face, almost touching his chin. In his lust, Jason wanted so badly to see what it felt like to have it in his mouth, but he knew not to try. Alex started rubbing Megan's clit too. It was taking a while for her to cross the precipice this time after so many orgasms, so it took both men to bring her over it. Megan found herself thinking of a woman from work. It was her boudoir client that she had developed a girl-crush on. Megan imagined watching the woman suck on Alex's dick and then imagined watching Alex fuck the woman as Megan sucked her tits. The image was enough to finally get her off. Once she stopped having spasms, the three literally collapsed together on the floor, panting and covered in sweat and come. It was several minutes before anyone spoke. Alex rolled over onto his elbow and looked at his wife and her young lover. He smiled. "So, Jason, was that better than last time?" "Oh, God, ye..." catching what just happened, Jason's eyes shot open. So did Megan's. She sat up and looked at Alex. "What?" "I was just wondering if fucking you tonight was as good as when you two fucked at the studio." Megan's eyes welled up and the color drained from Jason's face. He started thinking of quick exits. "How did you know?" Megan asked shakily. She didn't try to deny it now. "You should have known that your sister can't keep a secret. She let it slip one day when I was visiting Matthew." Tears rolled down Megan's face now. "Are you... will you...?" Alex wiped the tears from her face. "I understand, Megan. I can't say anything. I cheated first. I wish you would've told me though." "I thought you wouldn't come back." "Of course I would." "Why didn't you say anything then?" "I knew this was your fantasy. It was fun, too." Alex's smile got bigger. "But I knew that I would have a bargaining chip." "What do you mean?" "Next time, it's my choice!" Thinking of her hot client, Megan decided not to object...