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She knew that Jarrod was waiting on the other side of that blanket, probably watching, and that thought along with the fact that he’d ordered her to pleasure her husband sent a jolt of excitement coursing through her. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of it. It might be different, it might be messy sometimes, but she couldn’t imagine a life that was better than the one she had. After all, not every girl was lucky enough to have two sexy soldiers looking after her.

Kaitlyn smiled to herself as she lowered her mouth onto Sean’s cock. He stirred in his sleep and as she felt it hot in her mouth there was no denying that she was a lucky girl indeed.

Epilogue

She was dreaming again, she just knew it. Kaitlyn kept reaching over to pinch her arm, but no matter how much it stung, they were still there. Sean and Jarrod were standing together, watching her. Her breath hitched for no other reason than that their eyes were on her.

Sean had whispered the plan into her ear last night and she’d frozen, intent on nothing else other than what he was saying. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else since, either. She’d spent the day wondering if she’d imagined the whole thing and neither of the men in her life had been any help. She’d texted them both asking about the evening’s plans and both of them had teased her—Jarrod had claimed he was working late, and not two seconds later Sean had texted her to have dinner without him, because he’d agreed to go out after work for drinks with the guys.

She would be furious at them both and giving them a good dose of the silent treatment—it went over much better than when she used the sharp side of her tongue—except that neither of them was wearing a shirt and she couldn’t tear her eyes from them. There was nothing but flat, toned stomachs and hard, muscled arms and chests between them and God if it didn’t paint a pretty picture. A picture that she’d never forget, although if she played her cards right, she might see it more often.

Sean was the first to approach her. Still, without a word, he tugged at her shirt. Kaitlyn obediently lifted her arms and felt the fabric whisper over her skin as he helped her out of it. No sooner than he’d dropped it to the floor, he fell on her, plying her with kisses. He started at her shoulder bone and worked his way across her chest.

While she was busy enjoying the warm lava building in the pit of her belly and traveling to her aching sex, Jarrod knelt beside her. With nimble, gentle hands he pulled down her pants. He looked up at her, meeting her eyes while he skimmed her panties down too. Then, while her husband nipped at her nipples and teased them until they were hardened buds, Jarrod buried himself between her knees.

It was almost too much. To feel Sean’s mouth suckling her nipples and Jarrod’s delving between her pussy lips, she could hardly contain her moans. Already, they wanted to become screams of pleasure.

But just when the lava in her womb had begun to heat to a boil, Jarrod stopped. The absence of his mouth left her exposed to the cool air in the room and also left her feeling empty and aching.

Sean was a moment behind him, ceasing the careful attention he’d been paying her breasts. “Are you ready?” he murmured in her ear, making her shiver.

“Remember,” Jarrod spoke up, “this is what happens to
good
girls.” Then, without another word, they switched places. Suddenly, Jarrod was behind her, caressing her bottom cheeks meaningfully. “Sean tells me that other than the occasional plug, your bottom hole is quite virginal. Is that right?”

Her breath hitched—she couldn’t answer him. His question had stolen her capability of speaking at all. But Sean was in front of her, giving her that slow, sexy smile of his. He dropped a hand to caress her awaiting pussy and she arched her back.

Just then, Jarrod gave her bottom a quick, smarting swat. “Kate?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice throaty. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Not for much longer.”

She closed her eyes, curling her toes in excitement. It seemed somehow right that Jarrod would be the one to take her from behind the first time, and she could hardly wait. From the hard length she felt on the back of her thigh, it looked like he felt the same.

“It will hurt a little, but I’m going to be gentle with you, I promise.”

“You’re going to be glad for all the times I made you wear the plug,” Sean said with a little chuckle. “Bet you never thought you’d be able to say that.”

“I trust you,” she said, looking him right in the eye. “Both of you.”

Her husband smiled and leaned in for a kiss. What she thought would be a quick peck turned into a long, deep kiss that had her standing on tiptoe. And while he was kissing her, she could hear the sound of a cap being opened. She jumped a little when she felt a cool gel being smeared on her back hole.

“We’re going to take good care of you,” Sean said when he came up for air, his voice gruff with affection.

Oh, she didn’t doubt it. Not for a second.

She was already putty in their strong, capable hands. She’d been kissed and caressed to the point of complete pliability and had thought herself in heaven. But the moment she felt Jarrod’s cock, hard and gently probing her bottom hole, Sean thrust his cock into her wet, dripping pussy. She gasped, her eyes widened slightly with the sudden gift. He thrust in and out, pumping into her while looking at her with such love that she could have wept in gratitude.

Meanwhile Jarrod worked his way into her asshole, and while it did hurt a little at first, to her surprise it was also wonderful. Once he’d gotten into the rhythm of his own thrusts she felt a fullness that wasn’t at all painful, but reassuring. It was comforting, having him on one side and Sean on another.

Her body responded to both of them. Her skin tingled where they touched—Jarrod was playfully slapping her ass as he thrust in and out. Sean was taking his job very seriously, pumping into her with a determination to see her come.

She was very close. She’d been hot and ready to come before they’d even started. But with both of them filling her to the brim she felt so wanton she could barely stand it. She threw her head back, laying it on Jarrod’s shoulder and moaning. As Sean’s hands found her breasts, gently massaging the nipples, then pulling on them until they became hardened peaks, her moans turned to whimpers of ecstasy.

Jarrod’s hand still slapped at her ass, but the sting was slight and pleasant, unlike what she was accustomed to. His thrusts had picked up speed, along with her gasping cries of pleasure.

She couldn’t take it. It was too much. She told them so, in a breathy little cry, but neither paid her words any heed. Instead, they continued to fuck her in a rhythm the three of them had somehow stumbled on. It didn’t feel—what had Sean called it once?—unconventional. It felt
right
, it felt like it had been meant to be all along.

When she came, her entire body shuddered. She felt it in every line of her body—hot lava rushing from her belly to fill her all the way down to her toes. She cried out, her pussy spasming around Sean’s cock. She would have collapsed if the two of them weren’t twin pillars holding her up.

“Oh.
Oh
.” It was all she could say. It wasn’t at all sufficient, but it would have to do, until she was rested enough to show them her appreciation on a later date.

“You aren’t going to sleep on us, are you?” Jarrod asked her, his voice playful.

“We’re not through with you,” Sean growled, his eyes glinting. “Not by a long shot.”

The End

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