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I’ve had it with excuses and my cock’s had it with my hand. Time to prove to my wife she’s still the red-hot woman I married, and if she won’t believe me, maybe it’s time I took Rick up on his offer.

From the moment we met, I thought Kelli was as hot as they came—firm tits, flat stomach, tight ass. Hair like sunshine. I was her first and I taught her everything she knows. And I’ve loved it—loved her—the seven years we’ve been together.

But I’m beyond wits’ end, figuring out how to light her fire and give her back her confidence now that the babies and “damn cellulite” (her words, not mine) have arrived. To hear Kelli say it, “firm, flat and tight” now equal “saggy, bulging and pudgy”.

Which is ridiculous—she’s still damn gorgeous, as are the two rambunctious boys she’s given me. But ever since I flipped the calendar over to the new year, I keep thinking it’s time I gave her something in return.

Something special—that confidence she seems to have lost now that we have twin toddlers running around who keep us both on our toes, but who also keep Kelli from taking any time for herself.

“I just don’t feel sexy anymore,” she confesses in a whisper then ducks into the bathroom with an apologetic shrug as if embarrassed by the admission, but not about to let me get close to her physically…using the asinine excuse of an extra pound or two, a faded stretch mark or three, to keep me far, far away.

So she won’t believe me when I tell her how hot she still is?

Well maybe she’ll believe Rick…

***

“Gravy boat,” I murmured as the late morning sun warmed every inch of my oiled body not covered by my husband’s massaging fingers.

“Gravy boat, huh?” Adam roved dangerously close to that intimate part of me that had never seen the light of day (before now)—the part that was sweating with pure, liquid lust—teasing me, taunting me before retreating to smooth his hands over my buttocks.

It was shaping up to be the best Valentine’s on record—he’d whisked me out to the very lake house we’d rented to celebrate our engagement long ago. Back when we were both younger and more carefree.

But even so, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this thoroughly relaxed. Anymore and I'd melt right to the deck floor—that or dissolve in a puddle of pure sexual want.

Today was the first time in ages I didn’t have one ear cocked for the two-year-olds’ cries, crashes, or calls of Mommy! I’d become so attuned to listening for. The first time in ages I felt completely connected to myself and in my own skin. Now if I could just quit worrying about what the view of my plump rump looked like from Adam’s perspective…

Squinting, I angled my neck to glance up at him. “Yup. Gravy boat.”

“I’ve got my wife alone for the first time in years, got my—” he paused to pick up the bottle of massage oil and drip some more over my lower back, reading the label while he did so, “Plumeria Passion’ed gloppy hands all over her naked backside and she’s thinking gravy boats?”

“Um, hmm.” Closing my eyes, I stifled a chuckle and rested my head on my arms. I felt way too good to worry about my baggy bottom. Or why we hadn’t thought to do this sooner. “But not just any gravy boat. Great Aunt Sophie’s gravy boat,” I stressed. “The sterling Sheffield from the ’30s. Mom’s been after me to let her have it. Think I’ll offer up the boys instead. Will she go for it, do you think?”

Adam leaned forward and rubbed the flowery-smelling oil over my shoulders. I felt his hairy thigh graze against mine. Mmmm. I’d just decided lake houses with outdoor, fenced decks—complete with Jacuzzis and full-length lounge chairs—were better than homemade brownies. With icing.

“Let me get this straight.” Adam interrupted my chocolate reverie. “You’re offering to trade our sons in lieu of a gravy boat?” He punctuated the question by biting down on my ear the same second he slapped one side of my ass.

I reared up, another long-missed flare of need crashing through me. He’d been doing this since we left the kids at my mom’s last night—keeping me in a near-constant state of arousal. Without once giving me his cock!

For months now, he’s been pestering me for sex…nuh, uh. Pester isn’t the right word…hinting. Strongly hinting. But it’s difficult to feel sexy on command with B-cup breasts gone XXL from nursing two babies. With a stomach that won’t go concave no matter how many sets of hundreds I do. With the expectation of being interrupted any second. But not today, I reminded myself. Today—heck, the entire weekend—was all ours and I could feel every cell of my body responding to that knowledge.

When I didn’t answer soon enough, he sucked the lobe of my ear inside his mouth and spanked me again. I just might be quiet more often.

A couple of slaps later, after he’d thoroughly heated my bottom, he wedged the tips of his fingers in my crack, sliding them down until he nudged my anus. I groaned and widened my thighs, my pelvis pressing into the towel-covered deck chair just as my head tilted toward his tormenting tongue.

“You gonna keep teasing me all day or do something about it, Romeo?” I tried to raise onto my knees, press my butt against his probing fingers, but he released my ear and pushed me down with one hand lodged between my shoulder blades.

“Not yet. Close your eyes.”

“Already done.” The distinctive clunk of a car door heralded the arrival of neighbors.

“Darn it,” I whispered. “Someone’s rented the other half.” The bi-level lake house was a mirrored duplex, each side having two bedrooms upstairs, a huge sunken living room and well-stocked kitchen downstairs, plus the pièce de résistance—the fabulous deck outside.

The rental opposite ours had been vacant when we’d arrived late last night and after dipping in the Jacuzzi together, Adam had lovingly dried me off, slowly escorted me to our bedroom, thoroughly kissed me goodnight, then—despite my every expectation—promptly fell asleep.

Leaving me horny and aching for the first time since I don’t know how long.

Then this morning, he’d woken stiff. I’d woken agreeable.

And yet… Yet, he’d hustled us outside where he’d plied love words and plumeria until he sweet-talked me plumb out of my one piece and I now lay languorously languishing—with a very revved libido—under the expert seduction of my nimble-fingered spouse. One who caressed my nape and assured, “Never mind about that. We won’t be interrupted.”

“Better not be,” I grumbled, tempted to roll over and pull him down on top of me—oily-slick skin and all. Bet I could get him out of his swim trunks and inside me in five seconds flat but, drat it, remnants of self-consciousness held me back. We were outside. What if a helicopter flew overhead? A bird? Okay, that was silly, but still…

“Let’s go upstairs. To the bedroom,” I suggested instead.

“Let’s not.” His voice was firm. As were his fingers.

He pushed them lower and found my aching pussy. Wet and ready. He wiggled them inside. I arched back in invitation then I heard something behind us and froze. “What—”

Adam turned my face with the hand at my nape and thrust his tongue in my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned around it, loving how he stroked deliberately against mine. Loving him.

Still kissing me, he moved to the side. I felt the pressure of his massaging fingers change and I moaned again, glad we’d remained outside, ready to give myself up to whatever he wanted—if he’d only satisfy the ache he’d been building since yesterday. All week, if I counted the unexpected gifts and sexy little notes he’d placed strategically throughout the house…priming me for “The Best Valentine’s Day Weekend” ever.

Fingers against my cheek, he kissed me deep, sucking on my tongue before finally releasing my mouth to stare into my eyes. He cleared his throat. “Kelli. I have a surprise for you. Something that, uh…” Was he blushing? Adam—blushing?

The fingers between my legs flexed. A deep groan rumbled and I squealed. Squeaked! Screamed as I saw both Adam’s hands scrub at his jaw. With a startled yelp, I scrambled to flip over and found myself staring into the smiling eyes of our closest friend. “Rick!” Rick? “What are you—Eeeeeeiiiiii! My robe!”

I’d had a hard enough time letting Adam see me naked this morning, I couldn’t imagine strutting around nude for anyone else. Especially not Rick—the only man beside my husband I’ve ever even remotely considered in a sexual way.

As I lunged for the heart-covered pink and red terrycloth (one of this week’s gifts), both men grappled on either side of me and caught an arm, pushing me back down until I lay on the lounge chair, blinking up at them.

Leaving me heaving with embarrassment (or was that excitement?), straining with shame (or simply confusion?). Whatever mixed-up emotions were swirling through me, they paled in comparison to the sun-bright vision my eyes slowly grew accustomed to, leaving me staring at the sexiest, most horny-inducingest sight on the planet: Adam—dark-haired, hairy, muscular Adam and bare-chested, sandy-haired Rick, that patented devil-may-care glint sparking in his eyes.

The dork was wearing his straw cowboy hat and a Speedo and nothing else.

It was the first time since his ex-wife left him for the lure of Nashville and his marriage went south I’d seen that ol’ relaxed, dimpled grin on his features.

“No robe, sweetheart,” Adam said, drawing my attention. “Rick’s here at my request and trust me, clothes do not enter into the equation.”

“Sure don’t,” Rick chimed in, leaning over until he blocked out the sun and hovered directly above my face. He winked. “Got a duty to perform.”

“Duty?” I repeated. The boiling desire heating my insides cooled a fraction at the word. I avoided looking at my naked self in the mirror these days; how could the thought of my two best friends from college seeing me this way turn me on so much? Impossible!

Though there was no denying I was already so very turned on, and at the thought of Rick joining us… Oh God.

But what did he mean by duty? I squeezed my eyes shut and tugged against their unrelenting grips, all the while praying they wouldn’t let go. Four strong hands tightened along my arms. The sun beat down from overhead. My insides were melting like chocolate hearts left on the dash…oozing with the proof of my growing passion. “I’m dying of mortification here,” I confessed, eyes still clamped shut. “Can you both please leave me to expire in peace?”

“Oh, you’re gonna die all right, Kelli mine,” Adam said so seductively I pried one eye open. He was staring at my breasts…and licking his lips. “Die of pleasure.”

“Of orgasms,” Rick promised. My other eye rebelliously flicked open. Rick was staring at my recently shaved pubic hair. “Well, well. What have we here?”

Oh shit! I’d trimmed the reddish-blonde tufts into the shape of a heart to celebrate Valentine’s Day in the style I knew Adam wanted. It’d been embarrassing enough—the thought of having him see my “gift”; it certainly wasn’t intended for anyone else! Though before I could breathe my last, Rick brought his gaze back to mine and added in a deep baritone better suited to smokey dives than sunlit patios, “Multiple orgasms, if I have anything to say about it. Or do about it.”

A drop of moisture slid from my cunt lips, tracked down toward my anus. My feminine muscles strained in response. When Rick leaned in close, keeping his eyes locked on mine—and moved one hand over to trace that stupid heart!—I started panting.

Adam pressed a kiss to my heated cheek. “If you don’t want this, say sassafras right now and we’ll stop. Otherwise…”

“Sassafras?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s our safe word?”

As one, their remaining fingers tightened along my outstretched arms. Rick kicked up one side of his lips. “You sayin’ it, Kelli cutie?”

“Ah…mmm.” I kept my mouth shut. Firmly shut. In response to Rick’s exploring fingertip, I clamped my aching thighs together and squeezed. No relief. Ahhh!

Rick looked over at Adam. “Appears the lady doesn’t protest too much.”

My husband trailed his hand up my arm and threaded his fingers in my hair. “I noticed that. Also noticed she’s the one that brought up the term ‘safe word’. Think our little gal here has been giving this scenario some thought?”

Rick dragged his fingernails up my shorn mons. “Hope so. I know since my ex said adios, I’ve been hankerin’ for some lovin’ from Kelli here. Hell, even before.”

My eyes widened at that admission. I may have thought about it a time or two, but Rick certainly hadn’t ever so much as hinted at how he felt.

“He’s talking true,” Adam said. “Has wished he’d been smart enough to snap you up for himself since I called dibs junior year. So what do you have to say, sweetheart? Not ‘sassafras’, I hope.”

“Mmm,” I squeaked from behind closed lips.

Rick tipped his cowboy hat back and kissed my bottom lip then started working his way down my chin…my neck and collarbone…

All the while, Adam kept up a litany of love words. Words I’d been too stubborn or, maybe simply too harried, to hear previously. But I was listening now. “…since I decided you needed more convincing, Rick’s joined us at my invitation,” Adam was saying. “He’s told me more than once how much he’d like to fuck my fine, beautiful wife. Why do you think that is, Kelli mine?”

“Mmm.” I bit my bottom lip when Rick’s mouth closed around a nipple. Bit my top lip when he pried my clenched thighs open and speared his fingers past the pointy vee of that shaved heart to start pushing my swollen inner folds apart.

Adam blew a stream of hot air into my ear. “Since you didn’t answer me and his mouth is busy, think I’ll answer that question myself. Rick has dreamed of fucking you because you’re real, sweetheart. You’re a gorgeous flesh and blood woman who bakes pizza on Friday nights, cleans the house on Saturdays, and lets me and the kids park our carcasses on the couch for football on Sundays. Because you’re the hottest thing on two legs and that sexy, round ass of yours draws every man’s attention when you walk by. Because—”

“But I—I’m—” not thin like I used to be! I couldn’t say it, not now. Could hardly think it when Rick drew his hand from between my legs and spread my body’s secretions around my other breast before transferring his mouth there.

“You’re what?” Adam asked harshly, pulling on my hair. “Dammit, Kelli, you’re my woman and I love you—got that? I love you! Love watching these beautiful breasts of your swaying beneath my old t-shirts almost as much as I love watching my best friend claim them in his mouth. I love you!”

“But…” Oh, Saint Valentine, what a gift! And what a fabulous man I’d married, I realized, with my heartbeat pulsing in my pussy, throbbing in my nipples.

“So if my hair falls out,” Adam continued, breathing hard past my ear, the sight of my breasts being eaten by another man bringing a dark edge to his face, “and—and I go bald, you gonna stop loving me?” he finished, tugging more fiercely on my hair.

“Course not! Adam—”

“And I’m damn tired of you hiding your body from me and making excuses about me seeing you naked. Hell, sweetheart, I know you’ve changed, but you’re gorgeous to me and, by God, Rick’s here to help me prove it.”

“Damn straight.” Rick bit down on my breast as though rendering an exclamation point to the topic.

My legs floundered restlessly. Trying to kick some common sense into my brain?

“Well?” Adam demanded. “You run eight miles a week pushing a damn stroller half the time! Still do that Baby ’n Me Pleiades shit—”

“Pilates,” I corrected, laughing through the blur I realized were tears. Stupid, wonderful, happy tears.

With a loud smack of suction, Rick straightened. He’d dispensed with his skimpy swimwear and I saw his cock for the first time. Up close and personal. Thick, heavily veined. Flushed a dark pink. He was stroking himself. “You listening, Kelli cutie? Because he’s right, you know. I’ve watched your body change and mature through the years, and honey—” Rick propped one foot on the lounge chair—right between my restless legs—and nudged my pussy with his toe! “Though you were a doll in college, you’re a knockout now and my cock’s gotten so hard for so long at thoughts of you, blown so many times imagining being inside you…”

What? He’d been jacking off while thinking of me? Lusting for me?

Could one die from sheer amazement?

I glanced at Adam to gauge his reaction. He was still breathing hard, but granted me a wink.

Rick twitched his foot, regaining my attention. “And if I don’t take my place between these creamy thighs soon, I’ll…”

Somehow Adam’s fingers had become tangled in mine. I gripped his hand and breathlessly challenged the man plying his toes against my twat. “You’ll what?”

Rick grinned at us both. “Spank you silly then come over your ass then eat the last brownie I saw sitting on the counter plus the remaining chocolates in that big red boxed heart this big lug got you.”

“Oh no! My chocolate!” I screamed in mock horror when all I really wanted was to taste his erection…feel him in my mouth…in my pussy. All I really wanted was to start enjoying my body, my sexuality again. I finally realized what Adam had been hinting at all week with his thinly veiled promises of a seductive surprise. Little did he know that his thought and care had seduced me long before his final “present” arrived.

I was through with hiding. As I looked down and saw my nude form the way they’d spread-eagled me for their viewing pleasure, I realized maybe I didn’t have to be super-model skinny to have one hell of a sexy figure.

“You’re finally seeing it, aren’t you?” Adam said softly as though he was reading my mind. “The beautiful woman you are.”

“I am, aren’t I?” I said in wonder. Wonder that I’d been so blind, maybe just so exhausted, I hadn’t taken the time to look. But I was looking now. And not just at myself—at the two strong, sexy men ready to take me to the pinnacle of passion, and reach their own peak in return. In my body.

I turned my head and searched Adam’s eyes. “Are you positive about this? Because I sure as heck won’t be as generous and share you.”

“Ah, baby.” He smiled and released my hand to stand and tug at the string of his trunks. “You’re all the woman I could ever want. I just need to make sure you know it. Make sure you know what you mean to me and promise to never forget.”

I swallowed at the heat searing me from his gaze. “I promise. Promise forever.”

“And I’m sure…” Rick cleared his throat and avoided my eyes for once as he shifted his foot for better balance then made quick work unrolling a condom and tugging it toward the base of his cock. “Sure she’s gonna need a lot of convincing. Multiple convincing.”

“I’ll bet you are,” Adam laughed, kneeling down again to kiss my lips.

As Rick straddled the lounge chair above me, Adam’s tongue surged deep in my mouth. Rick ran his hands down the inside of my legs and spread my knees. “To what do I owe this greasy glide? It doesn’t have that cloying scent of suntan lotion but I sure like the way it coats your skin and muscles.”

At that unexpected compliment, every muscle he admired screamed in readiness—especially the long-neglected ones he hadn't yet explored! I sucked on Adam’s tongue even as my lower body lifted toward Rick’s touch.

He stroked harder up my thighs, his thumbs pressing a little deeper each time he edged my labia. I arched my pelvis, craving more than just his fingers on my intimate flesh. Wanting his impressive erection surging inside my pussy while Adam touched me elsewhere…

I whimpered at the thought. Rick’s caresses grew firmer. I could tell when he replaced his fingers with his dick, rubbing the shaft against my thigh. I quivered all over then tried to kiss Adam harder when I felt the tip of Rick’s cock circling my entrance. At the last second, I jerked my head back to look at my husband. “You’ll still love me? After—”

“Oh, Kelli, I’ll love you forever.”

Then he was back kissing my mouth, caressing a breast and Rick was groaning, pushing his erection deep inside my vagina, filling me with infinite care, but more than that, filling me with confidence. Utter and complete confidence in my worth as a woman.

My legs wrapped around his thighs and I lunged upward to meet him. Working my inner muscles along his shaft. Slowly, he drew out. Then pushed in again, deeper. Ramming inside my body. Over and over.

Adam leaned back to watch. I saw the wonder on my husband’s face while he observed another man excite my body, disappear inside. I saw the wonder change to pride then hunger. The hand on my breast grew rough and he turned his gaze to mine.

My heart caught at the possessive look in his eyes.

“What else Kelli? What else do you want?” His harshly voiced question demanded complete honesty.

“You, Adam. I want you—now!”

Without asking how or where, he exchanged a look with Rick who promptly thrust deep and stilled, then came down on top of me and rolled us both until he was the one reclining back on the lounge chair and I was lying on top of him. He’d knocked his hat off, but hair-askew or not, there was no mistaking the appreciative way he gazed at me, admired my breasts brushing against his chest.

Adam’s hands were on me again, caressing my thighs and buttocks as he had all morning, only this time, there was no banter, no teasing forays. No playful dripping of the oil. This time his fingers were sure and full of purpose as he knelt behind me, spreading cool gel straight up my crack that caused me to convulse around Rick’s shaft and sink my teeth into his shoulder.

His groan echoed my own. I consciously loosened my hold on his skin and licked him instead.

I arched my butt into Adam’s probing. Knew I would need to relax for this to work. We’d tried anal sex a couple of years into our marriage and we’d both been surprised at how much I liked it. But only when I was in the mood.

Private lake house. A full week of seduction. Chocolate. Two gorgeous men…

Definitely in the mood.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Adam’s fingers nudged gently at my anus, priming me for taking his cock.

A plane droned in the distance. I was a bit bummed it wasn’t a helicopter, zooming directly overhead, watching everything we were doing. I was ready to put on a show!

Rick cupped my nape and turned my face toward his. “Lips okay?” he asked over my shoulder.

Adam’s thumb slid inside my sphincter and began stretching me. “Sure,” he grunted. “Told you, whatever Kelli is okay with.”

Feeling my husband place his dick at my anus, I stared into Rick’s eyes, flexed my pussy around his cock. “You guys really have discussed this, haven’t you?”

His gaze sparkled. “A time or two.”

“Or fifty.” Adam said with a growl just as he began to push inward.

My “oh” of surprise or satisfaction, or both, got swallowed up by Rick’s mouth as he claimed mine for the first time. Distracting me from the realization that my body now held both men deep inside? Or reminding me that he was one of them?

His tongue swept around the cavern of my mouth then stroked and rolled against mine. His taste was so uniquely different…but I could tell he’d filched one of my chocolates on the way through the house after all.

The knowledge made my heart smile even as impossible sensations bombarded me from every angle. Never had my entire abdomen felt so alive, so tingly and itchy all at once. I started to move between them, lifting myself off Rick’s shaft until I felt his wide head start to slip free, then slamming myself back down; arching into the downward plunge of Adam’s cock riding deep inside my ass. Feeling his familiar hands smack against my butt, urging me on.

Not surprisingly, given everything that had come before, my body didn’t need any further urging. I rammed against Rick, planting my pussy at his groin and circled over his pubic hair. My clit rejoiced, breathing accelerated, and butt and vagina constricted, both tensing and releasing in quick succession as a powerful orgasm vibrated through me.

Triggered by my release, Adam’s rhythm altered. Before I’d finished enjoying mine, he shouted his own climax, leaning over and hugging me tightly. When his cock stopped jerking, he eased out, but remained close. I shuddered, reliving the past few seconds with every spark that raced through my crotch.

His hot breath blew across my shoulder. “You all right?”

“Fabulous,” I forced out, so replete I couldn’t move.

“Rick?” Adam asked as he slowly lifted off, causing me to realize the other man hadn’t come. Was still embedded, firm as ever, inside my passage.

Rick reached for his fallen cowboy hat and sat up, keeping me plastered across his pelvis. He plopped the hat back on then mashed the top down until the brim was firm against his forehead. “I’ve got me a promise to keep.”

Too satisfied to question, I willingly let him maneuver us until I was once again full out on the lounge chair and he was hovering over me. His dick had slid free, but still looked impressive. I felt a tingle of awareness knowing he’d been between my legs—in a place no one save Adam had ever breached.

Positioning himself there again, Rick looked instantly morose. “Seems like I’ve got a promise to keep,” he said again through the exaggerated glower he leveled at me. “That is, if I’m gonna do my duty.”

Duty. There was that word again. Somehow, I wasn't too concerned, not when his pout appeared more adorable than intimidating. “What?”

With a mischievous smile that completely transformed his expression, he pushed inside. “That promise of multiple orgasms.”

My body shuddered and shook as he entered, highly sensitized yet seemingly eager for more. “Are you just going to let him talk to me that way?” I asked Adam who hadn’t once stopped grinning.

“Sure am. Especially if you keep looking at me like I hung the moon.”

“You did. The stars too.” And then I couldn’t talk anymore, because Adam leaned down and began sucking on my breast while Rick furiously thrust deep, and deeper still, as though holding back earlier had cost him deeply.

It started at once, that wonderful-dreadful spark crawling all throughout my lower body, holding me in its thrall. With renewed strength, I met each of his plunges, taking him farther and farther. My lips started to tingle. Fingers started to go numb. Breasts peaked and throbbed against Adam’s tongue which he removed despite my protesting whimper.

“I’ve made a decision,” I heard him say through the onslaught of my approaching orgasm. “Your mom can have the damn gravy boat.”

My blood thrummed in my ears from Rick’s pistoning cock, from his shouts of “Shit, darlin’, you’re fantastic!”

“The boys too,” Adam added, thumbing my nipple as the initial wave of my second climax pounded through me. “First weekend of every month. Because from now on, sweetheart, we’ve got plans.”

Rick thrust inside my contracting pussy twice more then stilled, his hands lovingly caressing my thighs. “Damn, I needed that.” He turned his sweat-dampened face to Adam. “Hey, if I throw in a serving tray and my niece, you think we can make it every other weekend?”

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