Page 17 of The Third Wheel
We could never come back from this — never go back to just being friends. I'd need him too much. It was so obvious that I wondered how I'd ever missed it.
"Baby." I reached out, cupping Colby's cheek, staring into his beautiful hazel eyes — gold rimmed with green. I felt the mattress sink as Gunnar spread Colby's legs and kneeled between them, pressing against my back and kissing my neck. He ran his hands over my body and making me writhe on Colby's cock.
"You look so fucking sexy with him stuffed inside you, wife," Gunnar said, palming my tits, pinching my nipples.
"Fuck, Mira." Colby's eyes dilated and darkened with lust as he stared up at me. "You feel so damn good."
"Oh yes," I moaned, feeling the delicious stretch of him inside me. I wanted more, wanted Gunnar to join us, but I knew that would be a challenge. My mind raced, trying to figure out how to make this work.
"Baby," Gunnar's voice was low and husky, drawing my attention back to him. I looked back to see him slathering lube over his length. "It'll help us slide together. Make him feel good against me. Do you want to wait?"
"No. I need you both," I said. "You were right. I'm greedy."
"Alright, little slut," Gunnar said, positioning himself behind me and drizzling lube over his cock. "Just relax and lean forward. Let us take care of you."
I did as instructed, and as Colby held me steady, Gunnar pressed into me from behind. It was a tight fit, but the sensation of having both men filling me up was indescribable. I gasped, my body trembling under their combined weight.
"Fuck, she's so full," Colby murmured, his hands gripping my hips. "I can feel you, man. This is…" He cut off with a groan, his hips shifting under me as his eyes fluttered closed.
"So fucking good," Gunnar said, his voice strained with effort as he began to thrust, taking a moment to get in sync with Colby. Four pairs of hands held my body still as their two cocks found their rhythm inside me, Colby thrusting up from below while Gunnar slammed into me from behind.
My mind was a whirlwind of sensation, my body consumed by the pleasure of being taken by these two incredible men. I reveled in the taboo nature of our connection, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Please don't stop," I begged over the sounds of our bodies colliding. "I need this."
"Anything for you, baby," Gunnar panted, his grip on my hips tightening as he drove into me with increasing force.
"Fuck, Mira," Colby said, his eyes locked on mine. "You're so fucking perfect."
As their thrusts became more urgent, I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached the peak of ecstasy. My heart raced, my body on fire as I surrendered myself to the pleasure of being claimed by both of them.
"Come for us, Mira." Gunnar's voice was thick with desire. And with that command, I shattered, my body wracked with the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced.
"Fuck, yes," I screamed, my climax tearing through me like a wildfire. It kept going, each thrust driving me deeper into the orgasmic pleasure, until I felt the heat of Gunnar's cock spilling inside me. Colby followed quickly behind him, slamming his hips up into mine and unloading inside me with a shout.
Gunnar
I stretched, feeling Miraand Colby shift beside me, opening my eyes to see Colby watching my wife as she dozed. I reached out and cupped her breast, wishing I felt the same comfort in touching him. My fingers itched to skim over the firm planes of his muscles, to compare his hard, masculine body to Mira’s soft, feminine one.
And I wanted to play power games like nothing else — to take control, to let them take it from me. My mind was filled with fantasies of the three of us together in every imaginable way, even though I worried the fantasies could never come true.
I needed to get out of this tent before I said the wrong thing and fucked this all up.
“Hey, why don’t we go on a hike?” I said, sitting up. “There’s a beautiful trail along the coast near here.”
Mira yawned and smiled at me, her brown eyes lighting up. “Okay. Sounds perfect. Let’s do it.” Colby nodded in agreement, his hazel eyes curious yet excited.
After grabbing a picnic lunch and our water bottles, we drove together in Colby’s SUV to the trailhead. The first problem with a throuple — someone had to sit awkwardly in the back seat. But there was a peace in it too, in sitting back and letting him drive, watching all the small ways the two of them touched each other now that they could.
The dramatic, stunning scenery along the Oregon Coast Highway spread out before us, the stark beauty of the rugged coastline taking my breath away as always. This was my home, and there was a reason I’d never left. The As we wandered along the cliff-side trail, the salty breeze kissed our skin, while the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below filled the air with a soothing melody.
With wonder in his eyes, Colby gazed out at the vast expanse of water, exclaiming how incredible it was.
“Wait till you see what’s next.” I grinned, leading them toward a hidden gem I’d discovered years ago. We found a narrow, sketchy path that circled down along the side of the cliff and ended at a secluded cove, a sanctuary away from prying eyes.
Mira spun around on the small sandy beach, her voice filled with awe as she asked, “How did you find this place?”
“I grew up in Hazy Cove, remember? I know all the cool spots,” I said with a wink.
