Four Good

I’m still enjoying my post-orgasm glow, but feelings and memories are swirling inside me like a waterspout over the ocean, tangling and twisting, and making me dizzy even though I’m still lying down.

“You all right?” Jonathan asks, coming to kneel beside the couch.

“I’m okay,” I say, my voice breathy. “I’m good.” He smooths hair from my cheek and smiles down at me with eyes full of care.

“Are you still okay with this?” Brendan asks, coming to sit on the other end of the couch. “I’m sure having a history with someone can … bring complications.”

“I’m okay,” I say, unsure if Jay is okay, and wondering what that means for the night’s plans.

“This is only good if everyone is having fun,” Brendan says. “How are you feeling, though? Are you tired after the party?”

It has been a really long day, and if I were paying attention, I’d probably decide that I’m exhausted, but my focus is elsewhere. “I still have some energy left,” I tell Brendan with a grin.

Jay walks back in then, looking uncertain, but not seeming upset. His pants are zipped up again, and I realize he probably left to deal with the condom. “I guess I rushed into things,” he says with a brief smile as he sits on the edge of a nearby chair.

“That was pretty fucking hot,” Jonathan says, giving my arm a squeeze.

“How does this normally work?” Jay asks, not really looking at any of us.

“Are you still good with this?” Brendan asks him. When he nods, Brendan says, “Just jump in whenever you feel like it. It’s really all about Christine’s pleasure.”

My pussy tingles in response, remembering all of the pleasure the three men provided the other night.

When I glance over, I find Jay looking at me, and when our eyes meet, he gives a slow smile. Everything’s okay. It’s time to relax and enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

I sit up and slide my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. Jonathan helps to pull them from my legs. I peel my shirt over my head, and before I’m finished, Brendan is next to me, unclasping my bra.

Jonathan takes one of my breasts in his mouth as Brendan takes the other, and I’m in heaven. Their tongues swirl and suck and tease, and it’s not long before I’m squirming on the couch.

I would get lost to the sensations, but I’m constantly aware that my ex-husband is here, watching. Every time I look at him, he’s looking back at me, and at the heads of two of his friends, bent over my naked body.

At first, his expression is unreadable, but soon his eyes grow heavy-lidded, and he repositions himself in the chair, his hand adjusting his jeans, where his cock is growing stiff again.

When Brendan drags his teeth over my pebbled nipple and I moan, he starts undoing his belt and zipper. When his pants are off and a condom is on, he pulls me onto his lap. Straddling him, my back to the room, I lift up and sink down onto his hard cock, making it disappear inside me. Every inch of it feels so good.

As I start to ride him, I grind down, rubbing my clit against him, loving the feeling of his fullness inside me. His hands spread my ass cheeks and pull me closer to him with every move, and it’s not even a minute before I’m coming on his cock. It’s not as deep as the orgasm with Jay, but it’s good, even as it leaves me wanting more and more.

Beside us, Jonathan has taken off his clothes. His cock is rock hard, standing at attention, and I reach for it, but it’s awkward from my position.

“Hang on,” Brendan says, bringing me to a halt, as I was still riding him. “Let’s try this.” He lifts me off of him and guides me to turn around so that my back is to his chest. Knees on either side of him, I lift up again and impale myself on him.

The sensations aren’t the same from this angle, but I feel sexy as hell, rising and falling on his cock while fully exposed to Corbin, Jonathan, and Jay, who are all laser focused on my every movement.

When Jonathan takes his cock in hand, I realize what this new position has to offer. I gesture to the youngest Hayes brother to stand in front of me, and from there, I have the perfect opportunity to take him in my mouth, while Brendan, hands on my hips, keeps me moving on his lap, fucking me like I’m a sex toy.

The men were so focused on me the other night that I didn’t have the opportunity to suck on them, and it was something I regretted. Now, finally, I get to wrap my lips around Jonathan’s thickness and challenge myself to take as much of him as I can.

He’s salty and smooth and an incredibly big mouthful.

I swear I hear Corbin or Jay groan before Jonathan does — I’m not sure which. But soon Jonathan’s doing plenty of his own moaning as he fists his hand in my hair and brings my head down on him, all the while Brendan keeps me rising and falling on his cock.

If you had asked me ahead of time, I wouldn’t have been sure I’d have the coordination for this, but now, in the middle of things, it’s clear there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing. I feel owned by these men, but also cared for, and respected. I know they’d never push me past my limits, and that gives me the freedom to enjoy things I never imagined I would.

When Brendan’s pace changes and he gives a small grunt, it’s as though it’s a signal to Jonathan. Both men tense inside me almost simultaneously, and then they’re coming, first Jonathan, then his older brother.

I take all that Jonathan gives me, swallowing his cum as it jets into my throat, and, maybe irrationally, I wish that Brendan wasn’t wearing a condom, and that his cum was going deep inside me, too.

In all these years since my divorce, I’ve never felt a longing for that with any other man.