Page 29 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

I pour myself my own mug of coffee, leaving it black, then I lean against the counter and watch them fuck, Ruby’s thighs flexed so she can hit the maximum impact of his cock, riding that juicy pussy up to the tip, before cramming herself full again with a sexy sob.

Before long, I’m stiff as a board, and all I can see is that puckered back entrance. My focus narrows down to the way it tightens when she impales herself and I grow desperate to experience that pulsing squeeze around my shaft. I set down my coffee and stride quickly to Ruby’s bedroom, banking on what I’m going to find in her suitcase. And sure enough, my wife packed us a small bottle of lubricant.

“Thank you, Polly,” I mutter for the hundredth time in three days, making my way back to the kitchen where Cameron is still going for broke between Ruby’s thighs, their animalistic groans causing me to swell even more, my balls throbbing with anticipation.

I walk up beside Ruby, and it’s like she senses me without opening her eyes, turning her head to accept my tongue in her mouth, my fingers finding their way between her thighs to rub her clit while Cameron pounds up, up, up into her blissfully tight fuck hole.

“How’s our girl this morning, Cam?”

“Perfect as ever,” he pants, sweat dappling his face. “Too fucking perfect to let me last longer than five or ten goddamn minutes.”

“How much time do you have left?”

“Not long,” he says, wincing over whatever trick she’s performing between her legs, probably gripping him like a vise. “Oh.Fuck. I’ll hand her over in a minute.”

“Actually, I was thinking we could test her out with both of us at once.” Ruby must like the sounds of this, because she throws her head back against the refrigerator with a desperate cry. “Look at that. You want two cocks at the same time, don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes.” She surges forward and kisses Cameron hard on the mouth, before bestowing me the same gift. “Please, I want to feel you both.”

“Our angel gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” Cameron says raggedly, pulling her off the fridge and pressing her back to my bare chest. “What is that in your hand?”

“Something that’s going to help her take me to the root,” I rasp in her ear, already lubing up my dick in my palm. “You going to do that for Daddy, Ruby?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathes, tilting her head to the left so I can suck her neck, my fisted cock rubbing back and forth against her untouched hole. And miracle of miracles, I’m able to sink inside that almost unbearably narrow passage while she whimpers and squirms, her juices and lube greasing my path to full insertion. Cameron and I meet eyes over her blonde head, awestruck, our cocks occupying her to both of our hilts, adding intense pressure to the front and back channels that make up Ruby’s pussy and ass, her feet several inches off the floor. Duly impaled.

“Dear God,” Cameron chokes, flexing his hips. “I don’t even know if I can move without coming.”

“Me either.” I pulse like a son of a bitch. “I’ve got one thrust in me.”

“Same. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“If only my wife knew how hard I’ve been nutting for this goddamn beauty…”

The front door of the beach house opens, two sets of footsteps walking in the direction of the kitchen. Ruby gasps and begins to wiggle around between us, and the sensation isa shocking sensual impact neither one of us can withstand. Cameron and I start to fuck Ruby like twin beasts, right as our wives walk into the kitchen. We’re snarling and biting and pounding her with no quarter, her petite body jostling around between us, her own pleasure undeniable, evidenced by her breathy sobs of our names.

It's hard to feel an ounce of shame when I’m on the verge of a monster climax. Not even when I look Polly right in the eye and give Ruby a final savage drive, grinding into her extra-tight back entrance…and flood it for everything I’m worth, my ragged growls colliding with Cameron’s cursing tirade. He’s going off like a bomb, too, our come splattering on the floor under Ruby’s dangling legs, which shake like she’s on the top of a washing machine during the spin cycle, her peak hitting her in a tidal wave, curving her spine as she screams.

I manage to pull out and catch her against my body, Cameron holding her up from the other side, kissing her forehead while I stroke her hair, whispering the praise she needs and deserves. Cameron and I lock eyes over Ruby’s blonde head and exchange a nod, both of us even managing to smile a little in our drowsy, mega-satisfied state.

“Well, hot damn,” Polly murmurs. “It worked.”

Polly’s voice jolts Ruby and she scrambles for her robe, putting it on and tying it quickly. Cameron and I do the same, drawing up boxers that were hastily pushed down in a rush to get inside the heaven that is Ruby Lang. My chest is starting to fill with pain, though, the more it dawns on me that…this is over. Polly and Molly’s arrival signals the end of our three days with Ruby. And I’m beginning to feel sick, my temples pounding. Cameron is in the same shape, his face losing color by the second.

Still, we go to greet our wives, for whom we have very different feelings.

Positive ones. Lasting ones. Just different

I kiss Polly on the cheek and give her a hug, noting that she’s a lot less tense than usual. Even after what she just witnessed.

“You two certainly look relaxed,” Molly remarks with a laugh. “Ruby, however, looks exhausted. Did these men even let you sleep, Ruby?”

“Off and on,” Ruby says, smiling, but still catching her breath. “Have you ladies been enjoying your vacation, too?”

Polly and Molly trade an inscrutable look. “Enjoying?” Molly’s lips twitch. “That’s one way to put it.”

Molly bats her friend’s arm. “Looks like amends have been made, hmm, men?”

Cameron and I trade an eyeroll, but we’re smiling. Or trying to smile, anyway. It’s not easy to feign happiness when I want to bring Ruby to bed and snuggle up for a nap. Cameron’s fists are clenched with the restraint it’s taking not to reach for her, too.

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