Four Good

28

All. Night. Long.

When Brendan and Jonathan have finished in me, I rise off of Brendan, only to immediately be picked up by Corbin and carried off to the bedroom, the same one as the other night.

He lays me on the neatly-made bed and, once he’s taken off all of his clothes and put on a condom, rolls me onto my side and lies behind me, playing big spoon to my little one. “Let me do all the work,” he says, nuzzling my cheek with his nose and using his leg to part mine.

“I could use a little rest,” I say with a smile, feeling his hard cock prod my backside.

He curls himself against my body to line up with my dripping pussy, before he slowly sinks inside me. I sigh as he fills me, angling my hips to take him deeper.

“You’re so hot and wet, and you fit me like a glove,” Corbin says. “I could fuck you all night long.” He matches each word with a thrust. All. Night. Long.

“I’d be totally okay with that.” I reach for him, my hand finding the firm, lean muscle at the top of his thigh. He brings his arm over mine and gently strokes my mound with his fingers. Tangled together like that, he fucks me, not all night, but for a good, long time.

It’s both relaxing and stimulating, in a way I’ve never experienced, like being in the middle of an amazing sex dream, but knowing you don’t need to worry about waking up and spoiling the ending.

I close my eyes and focus on all of the blissful sensations building in my body. The room is dark, the bedding is cool, and everything feels absolutely perfect. When Corbin increases the pace of his thrusts, I open my eyes and find Jay in the room with us, standing just inside the doorway, watching.

I gesture for him to come closer, and he does so slowly, his eyes on me the entire time. When he reaches the edge of the bed, I smile at him and stretch my fingers toward him. There’s space in front of me, so he sits, softly brushing his hand over my body, from my shoulder to my breast and back.

Avoiding Corbin’s arm, Jay slides his palm down the side of my leg and back. Corbin moves then, drawing his hand away, making room for Jay.

My ex leans down to kiss me briefly before he traces a finger over the peak of my nipple, down across my belly, and to the place where my legs meet. Barely inches from where his friend’s cock is sliding in and out of me, Jay strokes my clit, circling around it, teasing it, pressing it, making me whimper in need.

He stretches out long in front of me, and now he can kiss me as he continues to play with the most sensitive spot on my body. His mouth is demanding, and he can’t seem to get enough. I kiss him back, but I’m starting to lose control, so overcome with stimulation both inside and out.

Jay taps his fingers against my clit in a steady rhythm, and then he presses and rubs, and I cry out, moaning against my ex-husband’s mouth as his friend continues to pound into my pussy from behind.

I grab onto Jay, burrowing my head into his chest and gripping his arm as my body is wracked by possibly the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Corbin takes hold of my hip, keeping me steady as he pounds into me like a piston, making me feel so much that tears come to my eyes.

Just as I’m cresting a peak, Corbin jerks inside me. “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he grits out. His cock swells and starts to release, and again, I have that crazy thought that I wish there was no condom between us. I want every drop of his hot seed to shoot deep inside me.

Oh fuck, I must be drunk on sex and lust.

Not more than ten seconds after Corbin pulls his spent cock out of me, Jay pulls me close. “I need you again, Tina.”

Tina. I almost forgot how Jay used to call me that. He started in high school, but stopped long before we divorced.

As I nod, he quickly stands, takes off his pants, and sheathes his cock with a condom he’d pulled from his pocket. When he lies beside me again, I drape my leg over his, opening myself to him.

“I thought old men were supposed to lose their stamina,” I say, my voice still breathless from the orgasm.

“Who are you calling old?” Jay says, fisting his cock, showing me just how long and hard it is before burying it in me once again.

He proceeds to demonstrate just how much endurance he has, going for longer than last time, rocking, rocking, rocking me, until the bed is wobbling beneath us. Corbin has gotten up, so it’s just Jay and me now.

“I’ve missed you, Tina,” he whispers, like it’s a secret he’s sharing in the dark. Like we’re young lovers, kept apart by our families, finally coming together after a break.

My head feels tangled and fuzzy, clouded by sex, muddled with memory.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I say.

29

Memories and old feelings

When the sun wakes me, I’m wrapped in Jay’s arms. I know it’s him without having to look.