Ménage for the Night (4 page)

‘Hmmm,’ I sighed happily, then squealed again as another
small climax hit me. I felt my leg being lowered to the ground and Trey rose
up, like some Greek God from the ocean, his face covered in my arousal, his
blue eyes flaming with need. He clasped my face and kissed me aggressively,
letting me taste myself on him, before sucking on my lower lip. Logan released
me and Trey took my hand and walked me, wearing just my heels, into the bedroom,
as I tried to catch my breath. The two of them were going to kill me with
orgasms, but what a way to go.

Logan

I poured myself a glass of water, as
Trey settled Ava down on the edge of the bed and bent over to strip off his
boxers. She was already happy and we hadn’t even got around to fucking her yet.
This sort of appointment I enjoyed, where it was about a woman needing pleasure
because of the beauty of it, of how some attention to her body could make her
feel. This wasn’t like those appointments with Camilla and Yasmin, where I’d
had to fake my desire and interest. Where all they were interested in was
getting fucked. There was a difference between women who just wanted a good
pounding for the sake of it and women, like Ava, who missed the affection and
attention and craved that sensual connection with another human being, someone
who missed feeling how a woman should be made to feel all the time. Summer was
the same, there was a kind of innocence to their curiosity and need.
Summer
.
Just thinking about her made my cock surge and harden even more. Ava was like
an older version of her, fucking her definitely wouldn’t be a chore. I drained
my water and strode through to the bedroom, where Trey was kneeling on the bed
behind her, playing with her breasts as he nibbled on her neck. Her eyes were
half closed, a look of pure bliss on her face. A look I was about to compound
when I slid my cock inside her. She was always so vocal and grateful when I
breached her tight walls.

I dropped my boxers and heard her let out a tiny gasp of
approval and she watched carefully as I ripped open a condom packet and
carefully cloaked myself, with a nod to Trey. He moved to the side of her and gently
lay her down, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I stepped forwards and
gripped her ankles, lifting her legs up into the air, as I angled myself
against her clenching opening. I saw her eyes widen with expectation, I had to
go gently to start, she always found it painful when I first nudged my way in.
It took most women time to adjust to my length and girth, but Trey had got her
wet enough for me, that was obvious looking down at her moist hot pink flesh. I
really should have let him go first, warm her up for my larger cock, but there
had to be some benefits to being me. I slowly inched my way into her, amidst a
torrent of cries and squeals and Trey lay on his side on the bed and angled her
face to his, as he kissed her to take her mind off what my cock was doing to
her tight cunt.

‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I continued to make my way inside. I
wanted to just ram into her, all the way, balls deep, so I could hear her
scream properly. Nothing stroked my ego like a woman who let me know how good I
felt inside her. I slid my arms under her knees and gripped the inside of her
thighs as I lifted her hips slightly off the bed, giving me more room to sink
fully into her with a grunt.

‘Logan,’ she cried, as she moved her face away from Trey’s.
‘O God,
Logan
.’

‘That’s it Ava, rock your hips, you’re already relaxing for
me. You’ll soon remember how good it feels to have me moving inside you, fucking
you, the way your husband should. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, you’re one
of the best I’ve ever had,’ I groaned sincerely. She was, there was something
about naivety and lack of experience that just got me off even more. The
thought that I was one of the few to have breached a woman’s walls always made
me extra hard. But no one topped Summer, she was streets ahead of any woman I’d
ever been with, and I’d had my fair share even before I took up this gig, so I
had enough comparisons to make that judgement confidently. I started to move
slowly at first, as she gripped the duvet below her and her jaw dropped, Trey
moved to suck on one of her nipples, as his left hand reached across her body
to play with her other breast.

‘O. My. God,’ she mewled and I chuckled, as I picked up my
pace. Her internal muscles were rippling up and down my shaft as I moved and
Trey suddenly sat up to squeeze his cock.

‘Damn, this is hot,’ he groaned. ‘I’d love your sweet lips
around my cock, Ava.’ She swallowed hard and I nodded my reassurance to her. We
both got tested before working together each time. She looked at Trey and
slowly opened her mouth, as she tilted her head to the side. He wasted no time
scrambling into position, as I started to ram into her harder and appreciated
the sight of her breasts jiggling as I moved. Trey groaned as he slipped his
bare cock inside her mouth and she eagerly sucked. She hadn’t fully mastered
the finer points of blow job technique, but like everything with her, what she
lacked in skill, she made up for with eagerness to learn. ‘Shit,’ Trey grunted.

I spread her thighs further apart and moved closer as I
began to power into her properly, the whole bed shaking. Damn it, how I longed
for that to be Summer lying there on the bed, accepting me so gratefully,
without Trey’s cock in her mouth though. Summer was a woman I wouldn’t share
with anyone. She’d be too exhausted from my attentions to ever need anyone
else. I closed my eyes and pretended I was with her and automatically had to
fight the overwhelming urge to unload immediately. That damn woman wrecked me.

Ava

I could hardly believe I was doing this. For someone who
only had sex with Logan a couple of times a night, once a quarter, I was lying
on my back with Logan’s enormous cock pleasuring me, with another in my mouth.
It felt so wanton, so hot,
so erotic
. I actually preferred sucking on
Trey’s, it was that bit smaller than Logan’s and fitted my mouth better. He
tasted sweeter too, Logan had this undeniable masculine scent and taste,
slightly bitter and I was more of a sweet girl. My whole body felt alive, every
nerve was awake, firing my brain with signals of pleasure and happiness. I’d
been a virgin when I met and married David. He was suggested as the perfect
partner by my father. I wasn’t forced into a marriage of convenience, but
ultimately that’s what it was. I’d been heart broken, I was in love with
someone I’d grown up with, but I knew father would never have allowed him to be
my suitor. Even though I was the youngest of my siblings, and his oil business
would never pass to me, he still wanted to ensure that I had financial security
and David’s credentials spoke for themselves. For years I assumed that our less
than active sex life was normal, until one of my girlfriends laughed when I
told her how often we did it and that I was sure I’d never had an orgasm during
sex.

She’d suggested I book an appointment with Logan
immediately, but I’d stalled. Resorting to a vibrator first, rather than
cheating. I’d been stunned to feel what pleasure that piece of plastic brought
me and so my toy collection had grown. Every time I thought about succumbing
and contacting Logan, I brought a new toy instead. Eventually though I just craved
the feeling of someone’s hands on my body, lips on my skin, the feeling of
warmth inside me, God, even just a passionate kiss. So I’d emailed him. I tried
to shake off the feeling of guilt that suddenly came over me, I always tried to
enjoy my night and give into the self-punishment and scolding the next day.
Somehow though, tonight felt even more of a betrayal, maybe because I was with
two men. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on how good these two men were
currently making me feel. I was here now, I’d paid good money and I
was
going to continue to enjoy myself. I could beat myself up in the morning.

‘Ahhh,’ I cried, as I grasped Trey’s hot cock in one hand
and took in some needed gulps of air, before he pushed his way back inside me
muffling my screams of pleasure as Logan worked me with all the skill I
remembered. His thick shaft rubbed against all my nerves, his pubic bone
smacked against my clit on every violent thrust forwards. I swear he was larger
than normal, I’d never felt so full before. I heard Trey starting to grunt as
he pumped into my mouth with more vigour.

‘Ava, baby, I’m going to come, if you’re not prepared to
swallow, you’d better let me know right now,’ he groaned. I opened my eyes,
looked up at his and nodded my head, signalling my approval and he gently
clasped my face, as he thrust harder and started to pant. Logan was grunting as
well and my pussy was flooding with each determined entry, the pleasure
building up inside me at speed. ‘Ava,’ yelled Trey, as he rammed into my mouth
and I felt him pumping his hot load down my throat.

I swallowed quickly and gasped in some air as he pulled out
and lay on his back next to me. I was right, he was sweeter than Logan. He
reached out and laced his fingers with mine, as I started to pant and thrash my
head. I squeezed Trey’s hand hard, Logan was taking no prisoners with this session.
I felt my legs tense as my shoulders powered down into the mattress and my
spine curved upwards, as I started to sob. The pleasure was too much.

‘Ava, come for me, let me have it,’ Logan growled as I
fought against my inevitable climax.

‘Give it up, Ava,’ Trey whispered in my ear. ‘You know how
good it’s going to feel once you let go. When Logan’s done, I want to bury
myself inside you, I want to put that look of exquisite agony on your beautiful
face.’

‘Logan?’ I whimpered, as I looked up into his dark grey shining
eyes.

‘I’ve got you, Ava, come for me, now,’ he demanded. I nodded
as my mouth dropped and I relaxed my body, which automatically jerked as an
orgasm exploded internally, rippling its way out through my body, scalding
every nerve ending. It felt sinful, to have two men attending to me, but
sinfully hot. I’d never felt so wicked or sated before in my life, and I knew
that we were only just beginning. As I sank back in sheer bliss, Logan came
with a roar, his cock flexing inside me, setting off my body into more spasms
and I sobbed as Trey soothed me by stroking my hair. I felt Logan ease his way
out of me and heard him head into the bathroom, then the sound of splashing
water before he returned. The bed beside me dipped and he tucked up against my
side and kissed my cheek. ‘Didn’t I tell you two sets of hands would be better
than one?’ he asked and I could sense the smile on his face.

‘You did and you didn’t lie,’ I sighed.

‘Have a rest for a minute, because I want you next, from
behind while you suck on Logan,’ Trey advised, as he tilted my head towards him
and kissed me gently on the lips. ‘You are one beautiful woman, Ava. What’s
wrong with your husband? If you were mine I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands
off you.’

‘Exactly what I’ve been telling her for ages,’ agreed Logan,
as his fingers circled my navel. ‘She deserves to be treated better.’

‘To have someone worship this hot tight little body on a
nightly basis,’ Trey nodded, as he kissed me again.

‘I could say the same about both of you,’ I smiled. ‘You’re
very attractive men. Why don’t you have women in your lives? Why must you
resort to this occupation to have sex?’

‘We don’t “resort”’ Trey scoffed. ‘You make it sound as if
we were desperate and this was our only option. Neither of us would have a
problem having sex whenever we wanted it, or getting a girlfriend. I’m still
young, I don’t want to be tied down to one woman yet. I can enjoy myself and
get paid for it, why would I want that commitment?’

‘You are young,’ I agreed, as my cheeks flushed at the
reminder. ‘I get that, but what about you, Logan?’ I asked, as I looked over at
him.

‘Are you implying I’m old?’ he asked, one eyebrow sexily
raised in amusement.

‘Not old, not by my standards anyway, but older than Trey.
Don’t you want to settle down one day and have a family?’

‘I still have plenty of time to do that, thank you,’ he
smiled.

‘You’ve not met her yet?’

‘Her?’ he enquired.

‘The woman who makes your heart stop, gives you the stomach
butterflies and you can think of no one but her?’

‘That’s a fantasy dreamt up and perpetuated by women,’ he
retorted with a slight roll of his eyes.

‘I refuse to believe that men aren’t just as emotionally
drawn to the opposite sex, as we are to them, they just do a better job of
hiding it,’ I smiled.