He held his hand down to his brother. “Come on before she mops over you.”
“Go, shower, and save some hot water for me,” she told them.
They left her to finish up. then she fixed them some soup and grilled cheese to eat while she showered.
She scrubbed her hair to remove the food, pondering the question put to her. Of course she knew at times who her husband was. Lenny played with her tongue while Randy sucked it, but were they tired of the game? Were they ready to get back normal?
Rinsing the shampoo away, she tried to work through the twinge of pain stabbing her heart at the thought neither might be interested in carrying on in some manner. Washing up, she thought the way to find out for sure was to answer their question and let them know what she wanted.
When she emerged from the bedroom in her bathrobe after only blow drying her hair and scenting her body, she sat in the recliner instead of on the couch between them. They patted the empty space, but she shook her head. “So, seriously guys. What were you expecting with this twin game?”
“Pretty much what happened, but-”
“We thought you’d play along, have a little fun and this morning knock our heads together.”
“I did have fun. I want to have more fun.” The surprise on their faces was priceless. “Before we get into that…” She walked over, kissed the nearest man, gave him her tongue and stopped him from trying to pull her down to his lap. She walked over, picked up the left hand of the brother, took her husband’s wedding ring from her pocket and slipped it on his finger. “Don’t remove it around your brother again.”
“How did you know?” Lenny asked.
She sat down, holding his hand. “You may be identical twins, but you don’t share the same passion in bed.” She inclined her head toward Randy. “You both have tell-tale qualities.” Jackie didn’t dare give them specifics, it’d be like them to try to fool her by switching up on her.
“So you knew all along?” Randy asked.
“Most of the time.”
Lenny put his arm around her and asked, “What’s this about you wanting to have more fun?”
“Since you two didn’t seem to have a problem sharing, I don’t see why it can’t go on. Of course, not every night. I do need nights with my husband,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. “I’d also like nights with my lover.” She gave him a moment to absorb this last part.
He looked around at his brother and grinned. “Told you.”
“You don’t have a problem with me screwing your brother while you’re in the next room?”
“Why should I? He’s not better than me. Besides, I need to sleep tonight. I can’t pawn the patients off onto Scott again tomorrow.”
“Am to better than you,” Randy dared.
Jackie smacked his leg. “No you’re not. You’re different, wilder, crazier. The differences which will make it work.” Lenny hugged her and she reached for the remote and turned the television on. “CSI is coming on.”
“I haven’t watched it in a long time, but I heard Sara is returning to the show,”
Randy said.
“Yeah, finally someone to look at again,” Lenny told him.
“Missed her sexy little smile, did you?” Jackie asked as she entwined her fingers with his and laid her head on his shoulder. She drew her legs up and rubbed Randy’s thigh with her toes.
“We’ll leave it at that,” he said, kissing her head.
Randy reached under the robe and caressed, massaged her leg for a while, then moved over her thigh. She tried to concentrate on the show, keep her breathing even, but then he slipped his fingers through her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip to hold back the groan, but he massaged her anus with the wetness.
“Mmm,” she moaned before she could muffle it. Snuggling closer to Lenny, she tried to keep the growing arousal under control, but he probed, working the rim. It’d been so long, more than ten years, since she’d had anal. There was no lube in the house, unless he had some, but if he didn’t and didn’t let up, she wasn’t going to care.
Lenny ran his hand over her head and kissed her as his bother continued to work her loose and she found herself squeezing his fingers.
“Randy, stop torturing my wife.”
“Oh, no torturing, right, Jackie?”
“Only the sweetest kind. You better have some KY in your room.”
“Just for you.”
She looked up at her husband, “Baby, are you sure this is good for you?”
“I’m good with it, promise. Go have fun.” He let her hand go.
She kissed him and stood, took Randy by the hand and all but dragged him to his room. Jackie laughed when she saw the pile of condoms and a large tube of lubricant.
“You guys had this planned, didn’t you? He knew you were coming home to stay, didn’t he?” she asked, picking up a hand full of condoms and setting them aside.
“Of course,” he told her while pulling her robe from her body.
She lay on her stomach and he ran his hands over her calves, massaging as he moved up. His teeth grazed her butt cheeks.
“Damn Randy, skip foreplay. You need to finish what you started.” She heard him open a condom, then the snap and ooze pop of the tube. She shuddered, her body more than ready, despite the years.
Massaging the lube in, he inserted multiple fingers and rubbed her back as he moved them in and out.
“You’re so tight,” he told her.
“Like a virgin. You’re the only one to do this with me.”
“Honored,” he said.
She swallowed hard on the lump forming due to the emotion in his voice. “Randy, do it like old times.” He pulled her hips up, rubbed the head of his cock against her, pushing in as she pressed back. She tried to let him control, but it felt too wonderful.
When he was in all the way, he held her still, letting her adjust while he massaged her clit. “Oh, do it. I’m past ready.”
He thrust, testing and when she moved with him, he gave it his all. He slammed into her and she rose on her hands taking it, matching him. “Yeah, oh, yeah,” she mumbled. “Harder.” Randy’s balls slapped against her and she felt the base of his cock swell. It excited her more. “Faster.”
“Feels so good, Jac,” he gasped.
He rocked her hips back, stopped, pulled out the edge, rammed into her and over, driving her up fast. “Yes! Oh, god, don’t stop…don’t stop…good,” she said, her eyes closed as she envisioned his cock flying in and out of her ass. “So hot…oh, Randy…not yet…not ready,” she panted when she felt the twinge of current of his nearness.
He rubbed her back, reached around and molded her breasts, ran his hands down her abdomen and into her pussy. “You’re so wet.”
His body jerked, but he didn’t move. He shoved his fingers in her canal. “Oh god.” She couldn’t help it, she rocked against him and he groaned. Pounding her, she heard him swear in some foreign language and he convulsed against her as he came.
He lay over her, breathing heavy as aftershocks took him through a spiral of moans.
She lowered to the bed and he rolled off, and turned her over. “Woman, nothing’s changed with you,” he said as he removed the condom and climbed between her legs 172
“Your body just begs to be had.” He licked up her slit, his breathing heavy on her wet heat. Tingles swept over her. She sighed. He swirled and dipped in, his tongue flicking her tunnel walls. She caressed his head as he tapped her clit with a finger. Her breath caught. He laved the little nub before closed his lips around it, sucking and pulling. She arched. “Fantastic,” she whispered as he seemed to sear her as she headed to the peak.
She dug her heels into the bed, his back, pressing into him. He cupped her ass and held her as he went back and forth, eating her swollen flesh and teasing the orgasm trying to burst through the tip of the button holding it in. He blew on it, circled it with his tongue, closed over it, and sucked so hard, her breathing stopped. She clawed at the bedding, his head and a deep, soulful moan rumbled out as she fell off the ledge.
She shuddered and lifted higher into him as he drew on her clit as if he couldn’t get the little piece of fruit through the straw. She grabbed his head, holding him against her.
