“I love you, wife.” James’s fervent declaration drew her to him. She bent low, kissed him, then moved a hand from his chest to his face.
“I love you, husband. Thank you for waiting for me.”
“I’d have waited forever.”
Adam got onto the bed and began to move closer. He’d given them those few minutes. There was no jealousy between them, only a communion to respect her relationship with both of them and each of them.
“Head down, baby. I’m going to go slowly, Pamela. Please don’t rush this.”
Her men had told her many times this was a delicate maneuver. The sternness in Adam’s voice told her how serious he was.
“I won’t, darling. I’ll be good.”
“Neither of us have any doubt of that.”
Pamela laid her head on James’s chest. The sound of his heart pounding hard thrilled her. His excitement, his pleasure—those were her doing. The trembling she felt in Adam as he spread lube on her anus, that was her doing, as well.
These two men had shown her how powerful and how valuable she was to them. She would never waver in those beliefs again.
Pamela shivered when Adam pressed into her anus with his fingers. Oh, how she wanted to push against that tiny intrusion. The burning fed her arousal, and she trembled—no fear, all excitement. She wanted and needed more.
“You open so easily now, wife. Just a bit more lube.”
“Even the presence of your fingers made her tighter,” James said. His hands smoothed her back and her head, and Pamela’s nipples grew taut with arousal even as she wanted to purr like a lazy kitten in the sun.
Adam eased his fingers from her then kissed a line down her back. Pamela mewled, words no longer possible. He moved closer, tented her, and stroked his condom-covered cock over her rosette.
Her deep moan inspired Adam to chuckle. In the next moment he pressed against her, and as her anus began to open, her husband sucked in a breath and shivered himself.
James held her tighter, Adam’s fingers grasping her hips dug in, and the burn of penetration morphed to an exquisite pain as his cock breached her sphincter and then sank deep into her.
“Oh…” It was the most she could manage. One word, a cascade of sensations and meanings. She felt full to bursting and on the edge of the most explosive orgasm. She shivered, moving her entire body on the cocks within her, even rubbing her clit against James… “Oh, husbands, please!”
Adam grunted and began to move in her, slow, precise, his thrusts tempered for about twenty seconds. Then he swore, and James swore, and she could almost hear the snapping of their tethers as their libidos took over.
“So good…baby, hang on…I can’t…”
Adam moved, his thrusts now countering James’s, and Pamela couldn’t have moved if she tried. Each movement thrilled, each inch of friction burned and throbbed and fed the conflagration burning within her. Again and again, faster, sharper, their movements controlled her, drew her arousal up to an impossible level. Too much, nearly too much friction and heat and need. And then she screamed, the climax exploding out of her, wave after wave of erotic pleasure roiling through her. The sound of cursing, the tension in their bodies, and the sensation within her of their ejaculations let her know she’d gone over the edge together with her lovers.
Pamela felt each convulsion, which both relieved and built up her desperation. Again and again, ecstasy poured over her, the flames of passion searing her heart, her mind, and her soul.
Trembling, striving, Pamela felt trapped by this rapture, a glorious celebration of all they were, the three of them, together.
She sighed as the battering of her nerve endings ebbed away, leaving in its wake a sweet lassitude, a soft cocooning, as Adam collapsed on her.
The sounds of rasping breaths, and the strong drumbeat of James’s heart beneath her ear played like a symphony. She sighed, perfectly content to lie just like this for the next few days.
Adam eased his weight from her body and his cock from her bottom, and Pamela sighed again, missing him already.
The shower came on briefly, and moments later, Adam came back. A soft, warmly damp cloth pressed against her bottom, soothing the burn and, she knew, removing the residue.
A few minutes later, Adam climbed into the bed. Her men rearranged her, and it was her turn to laugh softly. She certainly had no energy yet to move.
Wrapped in their arms, snug between them, Pamela sighed. “My happy place.”
“Ours, too, wife,” Adam said. “Thank you. For loving us. For accepting us. We’re nothing without you.”
“I feel the same way, my husbands. Without your love, I’d be nothing at all. Thank you for loving me.”
“I can hardly wait to have children with you,” James said. “How many do you think you’d want?”
“As many as we’re blessed with. Some sons to follow in their father’s footsteps and carry the Jessop name forward and at least one daughter who can adore her daddies and, when she’s older, give some young men hell.” Pamela grinned as her husbands laughed.
“That is a wonderful picture of the future, Mrs. Jessop,” Adam said.
“It is indeed.” James kissed the top of her head.
“As long as we live with love between us and live right here in Lusty, I’ll be content.” Pamela knew the future could seem far away and yet pass at the speed of light.
She determined, then and there, to embrace every single moment of their journey together.
Epilogue
“Looking back on the three of you, through the lens of a young boy, an adolescent, and then as an adult, I never would have guessed the two of you would have been so socially awkward.” Robert Jessop looked around the table.
“I’m thinking back to some sound advice given when we were tongue-tied young Lotharios,” Grant Jessop said. “So I have to agree with big brother, here.”
“Any interpersonal skills your other father and I developed,” Adam said, “were because of your mother. It took us a
