I drove up to the house, parking on the driveway. I sat in the car, thinking.
I’ve fucked Nash ten times since Brody asked me to. That first time was indescribable. Knowing that Brody was watching him fuck me, plus knowing that the cock in me wasn’t Brody’s and that he was such a different lover, made me come so many times. I had to do it again and again. Nash and I haven’t been together since last week. Brody is home waiting for me to return, like he’s done so many times since Nash and I started. I’ve let him watch only that first time.
I got out of the car, walking slowly.
Tonight is going to be wonderful; it always is, and my tits are tightening and my pussy is leaking in anticipation. I think that the 4th of July beach party was memorable. I’d never been naked in front of another man before; much less fucked one. Brody took us into the dunes and undressed me for him. We’d talked about it—me fucking Nash—but hadn’t decided. I didn’t think we had.
I walked up to the front door and paused, remembering that first time. I let myself in, and I felt a shiver as I closed the door.
“Honey, I’m home,” I called out. Nash was waiting in the living room and I walked up to him; he took me, turned me around, and pulled me in with his hands on my tits.
“I love it when you say that.” Nash said while he started nibbling on my neck. I reached behind me to touch his cock.
Yes, it’s hard; he wants me as much as I want him; this is going to be better than wonderful; it’s going to be stupendous.
I turned around in his arms and kissed him. My tongue invaded his mouth while he caressed my breasts.
I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it while he was removing my dress. This was why I’d come; I wanted him to undress me like this. His kisses made me lose my mind. “Nash, Nash, I want it hard tonight. I want to be fucked, hard.