"Ungh," I grunt, and bite my lip again.
The state and the nation was a lot more accepting of whatever Carter, Liam, and I got up to once we proved to them that we could bring back jobs and save their environment—something that because of special interests not many politicians were able to do.
And the fact of the matter is…I’m in love. With two men. A strong and silent alpha who I look up to, as well as a bad boy who drives me crazy with desire. Both men have something unique that I couldn’t ever find ever find in just one man. I guess that’s why I never settled down. I was always looking.
But I can stop now.
The roar of the crowd continues and I know we can’t keep doing this forever. This can’t be like the five-hour sex sessions that we’ve had in the past, where each man takes turns fucking me before both of them please me simultaneously.
It’s true, hun. I really am the center of both their relationships. They pleasure me and throw me into an orbit that I’ve never been in.
I turn to Carter, jerking him harder. I pull his cock out and spit onto it, a fierce urgency in my eyes. He grunts. I can tell he’s close.
Liam can sense the urgency in my body too, and he increases his thrusts. This is going to be…
Oh, my. I feel Liam’s cock throb inside of me and all of a sudden, with Carter’s hands twisting my nipples, I feel weightless.
I close my eyes. They roll back into my head. I’m losing my grip on reality. Every sense is feeling sharp bursts of pleasure amid a slow boil that’s getting hotter.
"Fuck," Liam breathes out harshly and I can feel his cock spasm inside me.
That’s enough to push me over the edge. With their two hard bodies pushed against me, I bite my lip from crying out as an orgasm washes over me.
I shudder, moaning into Carter’s neck as I feel his cock start to spasm. Liam’s slid my thong down to my legs and I’d stepped out of it and I feel Carter’s cum hit my pussy lips. Through my wracking shudders of orgasm, I feel the interior of my pussy contract around Liam’s cock, and he lets out a grunt and within moments I can feel him spurt.
Pleasure clouds my sense of time. All I can feel is Liam squirting inside of me. All I can feel is Carter shooting onto me.
Eventually, after I don’t know how long, my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I hear the crowd again. They’re still cheering.
My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing, but I bend over as Liam pulls out and put my thong back on.
Carter uses his finger to smear some of his own juices on my pussy.
Good, I want them both inside me when I go on stage.
It’ll be something only the three of us know. And you too, babe. But you’ve been with us from the beginning, so you’re like a sister to me in a way. We can have a drink and laugh about it later. How Liam and Carter’s semen are mingling inside of me, dripping down my legs as I stand and gave a speech to 15,000 people.
We sort of got lucky when this section of the backstage area was uninhabited. A quick word to my staff and they made sure no one came in or out or bothered the three of us until it was time to go on stage. They’re good like that—giving us privacy.
By now, Carter and Liam have put their cocks back in their pants and we’re trying to get as cleaned up as possible. There’s a mirror next to us (why didn’t we use that?) and I make sure my hair is okay.
Listen, I know Alexis told you at the beginning to suspend your disbelief so you’re just going with it watching us have sex at this rally, but let me just tell you there is almost nothing like knowing your about to cum with this many people around you.
Or knowing that you’ve been filled up with obscene amounts of another man’s spunk and then talking to people and they have no idea. As the two men stand by, looking innocent.
Okay, there is no way they look innocent of anything. But no one would believe what we did.
That’s my life. That’s our life. A happy life, I’ll be the first to admit. One where we support and help each other. Where we love each other. We take care of each other.
A family unit—unconventional—but nevertheless a beautiful one.
Something worth fighting for. Something that gives me hope.
At long last, Joyce and Ida, my campaign manager and press secretary, walk back stage.
Joyce sniffs the air a bit. I bite my lip. Does it smell like sex?
But if that’s what she thinks, then she keeps it to herself. "They’re ready for you, Senator," Joyce says.