Page 6 of Crossing the Line
Dominic deposits me gently in the middle of the wide bed, then climbs onto the mattress beside me. Tam looks like a panther on the prowl as he climbs onto the bed from the opposite direction and stalks across the mattress on all fours to position himself on my other side. In moments, I’m cocooned by their bodies, which are warm and still damp from the shower. The delicious scent of them wafts over me. Each man smells slightly different to the other—their own unique scent overlaid by the bouquet of shower soap. Tam is familiar, both in his delicious scent and the feel of his long, lean body pressing against me, but Dominic is mysterious and enticing in a completely different way.
For some reason I expected them to feel the same. I mean, physically. Two guys, with hard-ons. And yet they don’t. My husband’s physical presence is comforting. Just right. Dominic is more heavily muscled, so firm that it seems almost impossible to cuddle in to him, and yet when he curves around me like that our bodies seem to fit. Also just right.
Tam leans up on one elbow and stares down at me and Dominic immediately does the same.
“Okay, Jules?” Tam’s eyes are darkened, intent, checking no doubt for regret. He won’t find it in my expression or features. Sandwiched between the two of them like this, I’ve never felt more safe or protected than I do at this moment.
I reach up and caress his cheek. “More than okay, Tam.”
Then I turn to Dominic to include him in this request. “Please, gentlemen, kiss me again.”
They immediately comply, and once again I’m transported to that magical place where sensation is everything and my brain stops functioning rationally for a while. The slip and slide of lips, and questing tongues, darting in and out of moist heat, is everything I could have hoped for. I give in to the exquisite sense of loving and being loved. It’s like every cell in my body is suddenly wide awake and screaming with exhilaration. With life. With the need for blessed release. I love this kiss.
As it goes on, their tiny moans and groans start penetrating my sensory fog and it increases the pleasure ten-fold. Are some of those primitive sounds mine? I can’t tell. Every time one of us shudders or groans, it reverberates through our delicate oral connection and it’s as if all of us have made the sound, or the movement. Three is now one, and I just can’t get enough.
When a hand reaches between my legs and begins to stroke, I break free of the kiss, sucking in my breath and holding it. My back arches involuntarily at the pleasure spiraling outward, and I can’t stop the convulsion that rolls right across me. “Yes! More!” I don’t even sound like me. My voice is husky, demanding, and then I feel a second hand there on my mound, deft fingers widening my slit so that another hand can creep more easily along my seam and find my channel entrance.
They’re working in tandem again, and now I have Dominic mouthing one of my breasts and Tam the other. One—I don’t know which—is working my clit with a practiced finger stroke, while the other, the one who is teasing my entrance with those dancing strokes, pushes gently until my pussy lips give way and one, two, no three fingers slide right up inside my channel. I’m bucking under their ministrations. I can’t take this much longer. Twice the agonizing pleasure. The pressure is building fast until my whole body feels as if it’s about to explode into a million pieces. I don’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. I’m almost sobbing, so loud that surely the people in the next room will hear us.
“Forget anyone else. Just go with it, my love.” Tam’s mouth has left my breast and his voice croons in one ear. He knows me too well.
Dominic whispers in the other ear. “Come, baby. We want your cum all over our hands. Wet us with your pussy juice, babe. Yeah, that’s it, let yourself go.”
He’s too good at this, they’re too good and I can’t hold on any longer. I can’t. “Oh, my God. Yes!” My body explodes in a massive orgasm that has me bucking between them like a lunatic. A tortured keening sound erupts from my chest and spews out into the room. Then one of the fingers still seated inside me presses against a particular spot and I see stars and start to come all over again. How is this even possible? The sensations roll through me in gigantic waves and I let out an agonized scream and fall completely over the edge of the abyss into blissful darkness.
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Tam
“Jules, hon, are you all right?” She screamed! I’ve never heard her scream before. And she looks completely out of it. Almost … unconscious. She’s never had an orgasm that powerful, at least, with me. A sliver of jealousy shards my chest, and I try to tamp it down. I should be thrilled for her. I am thrilled for her. Then why am I wishing I could have done it, without him?
Finally she shifts, blinking a little, then slowly opens her eyes. The widest smile I’ve ever seen lights up her face as she stares first into my eyes, then over toward Dominic. “That was … amazing. Thank you.” She stretches between us, and Dominic chuckles and reaches out a lazy finger to trace around her lips.
“We’re not finished yet, love. This is only the beginning.”
No kidding. I’m so hard and ready to come my erection is leaking like a sieve all over Julia’s thigh. I can see the shiny trail on her other leg where Dominic’s cock is doing the same. We’re both ready for more. Way more. But with three of us, how is this going to play out?
“What … um…” I clear my throat and try again. “How … ah—?” I look at Dominic, feeling helpless. How the hell does this ménage thing work?
In the end it isn’t Dominic who directs the play, it’s Jules. “Stand up, both of you.” Her tone is commanding and without thinking I comply. Dominic responds almost as quickly, shuffling across the mattress to stand beside me. Jules shifts until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed in front of us. “Now I get to try something I’ve always wanted.” She hooks one of her arms around my thighs and draws me close, and then does the same with her other arm to him. “Kiss him, Dominic. He needs to stop worrying so much.”
“I totally agree, Jules.” Amusement, and lust, color our companion’s voice.
I cast a startled glance toward my wife, but she’s not looking up. She’s reaching for our matching hard-ons, drawing them in until we’re connected length to length. Then her head dips and I feel the delicious sensation of a moist tongue and lips start to work at my hot erection.
I suck in a breath at the pleasurable sensation, and then one of Dominic’s large hands clutches at the back of my head as he pulls me in for a kiss. I can’t concentrate. Julia’s mouth is on my dick, and likely on his, too, and Dominic’s mouth is almost devouring mine with this kiss.
It’s so different to when I kiss Julia. Her kisses are gentle, loving, and familiar. This is aggressive and hard, full of passion and a hint of what seems like desperation. Why is he desperate? He didn’t seem to be, earlier. The query enters my head and slips away again as he continues the onslaught in my mouth. There’s something about it that I just can’t resist. Blindly I reach out, finding Julia’s hair and sinking my fingers into the soft waves. I hold tight as if she’s my anchor. Somehow, I find my other hand knitted in Dominic’s hair, which is slightly longer than mine and just the right length to grip hard. Our kiss goes on, mouths mashing together as I lose myself in this delicious and sensual assault.
Julia’s head plunges up and down beneath my palm and eventually I break off the kiss, needing to see her action firsthand. She uses both hands to pull our cocks out from our bodies and joins us at the tip, so it looks for a few moments as if we both belong to the same long erection. Julia runs her hands along the hunks of hard flesh, back and forth, in a fast and furious rhythm.
I start to pant, seemingly unable to control the sound or the rhythm of my breathing, and I’m gratified when I hear that Dominic is as much on the edge of control as me. If she keeps this up I’m gonna come everywhere, all over him and Jules. The heat from his tip is turning mine to fire. It burns, and I swear I can’t do this much longer. My legs are turning weak and wobbly, and a groan rips out of my throat. “Jules … I …” My voice cracks. I can’t even speak anymore.
When she suddenly separates our hard-ons and thrusts my erection so deep into her mouth that I hit the back of her throat, all I can do is make these weird inarticulate sounds and nod my head like a puppet. Oh, my God, yes. It feels so fucking good. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t keep this up. I’m about to pull out when her mouth disappears from my flesh and she swaps to Dominic. His head drops back and his eyes close and I know exactly how he’s feeling in this moment.
“Yes! Oh, yes, Jules. That’s so … agh!” His guttural voice disappears into incoherent mumbles, and just like that, she’s back on me. She keeps switching between us, until I’m so close to losing my load I’m shaking. “Stop! You need to stop. Or…”
She looks up then and when she meets my gaze her eyes are full of love. “Are you ready to fuck me now, gentlemen?” A hiss from Dominic and another groan from me are the affirmative response she needs. Hell yes,I’m ready to fuck my wife.