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“Yes… Fuck!” Ryan roared, the sound of his hips smacking against Ben’s behind sending me right over the edge.
I erupted into a tornado of an orgasm, screaming out their names, sucking and biting all over Ben’s neck and shoulder. Ryan grabbed my hip and held onto me while he found his own release inside Ben.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good… I’m coming in your sweet ass, Ben… Jesus, I fucking love you.”
“I’m gonna pull out,” Ben grunted, sliding his dick out of me fast, stroking himself hard with my juices. “Ryan, stay… in me…fuck!”
Ryan held Ben close to him while he came, shooting his hot come all over my pussy, stomach and tits. It was so amazingly naughty; filthy, wild and wonderful. I couldn’t keep my eyes off.
The world finally stopped spinning as we all cuddled in a giant mass of limbs, kissing and touching each other like fiends.
Until the sound of a crying baby broke through our post-orgasm trance.
I glanced up in brief panic at the second baby monitor that Ben kept with him downstairs. Ethan was up and rolling around, throwing his little hands in the air, ready for his nightly feeding.
“Wow,” Ben chuckled, still recovering his breath. “Perfect timing.”
“I know, tell me about it,” Ryan giggled, brushing Ben’s sweaty hair back with his fingers. “The kid definitely gets rewarded for giving mommy and daddies their play time.”
I laughed softly, kissing his shoulder and neck, then Ben’s chest.
My heart was stuffed full. I had never been so overflowing with bliss, there were actuallytears running down my cheeks.
“Hey… You okay?” Ryan asked, taking my chin in his fingers. Ben watched me closely, playing with my hair.
“I’m… so happy.”
They both grinned at me and replied, “Me too.”
It’s rainbow overload!
My eyes are tugged in every direction, like a cat being distracted by shiny objects.
Flags, signs, costumes, wigs, glitter and sparkles…Oh, the sparkles.
“Everything is so sparkly!” I gasp, grinning at the guy who’s grinning at me, wearing only some itty bitty shorts and glitter galore smeared all over his tanned muscles.
“Alright alright,” Ben grumbles, pulling me closer to him, practically swallowing me up with his giant arms to protect me from the prying eyes of hot dudes.
Hot dudes everywhere. This is amazing.
And a little overwhelming. But, like, in a good way.
I feel like I belong here.
We’re in Albuquerque for our first ever Pride Parade. We decided to make it a weekend trip, booked a hotel and brought Ethan. It’s the cutest thing in the world, seeing his little face light up from all the excitement as Jess pushes him in his stroller.
He has a non-toxic rainbow stamp on his chubby little cheek, and Jess made him the most adorable onesie that says,My parents went queer and all I got was this onesie.I think I laughed so hard I burst into tears when she showed it to me the other day.
She also made shirts for us, and one for herself that saysI’m with themin rainbows, two arrows made of the Poly flag colors pointing in each direction.
“Babe, you gotta loosen up just a smidge,” Jessica says to Ben, pulling us off to the side of the bustling sidewalk so she can adjust Ethan’s hat. It’s hot as balls out today, and we decided Jess would bring Ethan out for a few just to introduce him to Pride before adjourning to the air conditioned hotel room. “This is such a big thing. Forbothof you. You need to get the full experience.”
“Meaning I need to just stand back and let my husband be ogled by strange men?” Ben gives our wife a look before taking a gulp from his bottle of water.
“Yea, kind of,” she shrugs with a grin.
Ben hands me the bottle and I finish it off. “I love that you think I’m getting ogled more than you are,” I chuckle when he aims that frumpy scowl in my direction.
