Stroke of Luck

Austin still stroked his cock, and she watched the purple head bob up and down from his fist.

She smiled. “I don’t want to neglect my second husband.” She opened her arms to him.

Immediately, he prowled on top of her, his cock still in his fist. He pressed it to her slick flesh and glided the top along her length several times.

“It was fucking hot watching the two of you go at it,” Austin said, his teal eyes sparking with need.

“And now you want to fuck me really badly, right?”

He eased into her wetness just a little. Her insides ached, wanting him deeper.

“You fucking know it.” His voice was coarse with desire.

“So fuck me, Austin. I’m all yours.”

He groaned and impaled her.

She gasped. “Oh, yes.”

He gathered her close and thrust into her again. Her head started to spin, her last orgasm still vibrating through her.

“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. Just like Quinn just did.” His voice was deep and urgent.

“Yesss,” she hissed, tightening her arms around him.

He pumped into her, sweeping her right back into bliss. Her body quivered, and pleasure pummeled through her with each thrust of his cock.

“Ohhhh, Austin.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He drove deep again. “Tell me.”

“I’m … coming,” she murmured in a bare whisper.

Then she moaned as exquisite delight rippled through her. He began pounding into her, then jerked forward and groaned. More hot male essence filled her as he found his release.

She moaned as the orgasm continued to wash over her in waves. Quinn covered her breast with his warm hand and stroked while Austin found her clit with his fingers as he kept moving inside her. Her pleasure crested, then slowly faded back to a soft glow of delight.

Finally, Austin rolled onto his back and sucked in air.

“You are the most fucking amazing woman I’ve ever met,” Austin said.

“That’s the truth,” Quinn agreed.

She gazed up at Quinn. His face was perched on his hand, his elbow digging into the pillow, as he watched her. His eyes glowed with warmth, filling her with a delightful quivering feeling.

“Well, I think my two husbands are pretty amazing, too.”

Her time with these two men might be short, but she was thankful for every second she had with them. And would cling to these memories for the rest of her life.

* * *

April stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry off. Both her enthusiastic husbands had joined her, and while their big soapy hands stroked over every part of her body, she’d never felt so thoroughly clean … and so deliciously dirty.

She walked into the bedroom and glanced around for her dress but couldn’t see it anywhere. Quinn, who was right behind her, a towel draped casually around his waist, walked to the dresser and pulled out some new boxers, then dropped his towel. Her gaze fell to his hard, muscular butt. She felt the urge to walk right over and cup that firm ass and squeeze.

Austin stepped behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, then nuzzled her neck.

“Looking for something?” he asked.