Page 36 of The Third Wheel
"You're doing so well," Mira cooed, her hands roaming down my back to my ass, pulling me deeper into her as she spread me for him.
He gripped the bindings on my wrists, and I reached for his hand, trying to control the overwhelming sensations running through me. I couldn't believe how full I felt and yet how good it all felt at the same time. I had both of them, was bound to both of them.
"Relax for me, Colby," Gunnar murmured, kissing along my jawline as he began to move inside me.
I tried to do as he said, taking deep breaths and focusing on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. His movements were feeling better — a full, heavy sensation that made my eyes roll back in my head. The thrusting motion of his hips forced me to shift against Mira in the most delicious way.
As Gunnar moved inside of me, it became easier to relax and let go of my inhibitions. I focused on the feeling of his thick shaft filling me up, stretching me in a way that was both unfamiliar and exciting. Each thrust sent shivers through my body, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
Mira's hands moved from my back to my chest, teasing my nipples as she kissed and nipped at my neck. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my lips.
"You feel so good," Mira whispered in my ear. “I’m so close.”
Her body jerked underneath me as she urged me to fuck her harder. Gunnar's pace began to pick up, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. Mira's nails dug into my skin as she cried out in pleasure, her body thrashing beneath us as her pussy milked my cock, her orgasm triggering mine as well. We came together, our bodies quivering under the force of Gunnar's rough thrusts.
Our husband wasn't done, though. He untied my wrists and shoved me onto my back, driving back inside me with a force that made me shout. Pain and pleasure made my vision go black as his mouth slammed into mine, his hips bucking against mine as his cock drove into me again and again.
"Come in me," was all I could say, as he used my hole, had his fill of my body, thrusting wildly for what felt like ages, until the sensation overwhelmed me, and I became addicted to being stuffed full of him. I stared up into his eyes as he came undone,his cock swelling and pulsing deep inside my limp body, roaring against my shoulder as he was wracked with shudders.
"I love you so much," he said, collapsing on top of me. Then he lifted his head and stared at our wife, who looked the perfect picture of a ruined slut.
"You're next, wife. Give us a little time to recover, and you're taking both of our cocks in your tight little pussy."
She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm good with that."
He slipped out of me and stood, then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. "You coming, Colby?"
"Can't move, asshole ruined." I was boneless, and even lifting an arm felt impossible.
"Oh, come on. You can't resist edging our wife until she regrets that ruined orgasm stunt, can you?"
Suddenly, I had a lot more energy.
Epilogue - Mira
Gunnar and Colby's plansto play with me all night fell through. We’d been too exhausted after our shower. It had been a long day, and I was content not to be sexually tortured.
Mostly content.
I woke the next morning to a startled yelp, which was jarring in the romantic nest of our honeymoon suite. I opened my eyes to see Gunnar chucking his phone across the room as if it was an evil, dirty thing.
"Ummm…" Colby said, lifting his head. "What was that?"
"Wanda texted me the launch page for OnlyGrans. She was on it! In a leather corset!" Gunnar groaned, rubbing his face. "My eyes! I need to erase my brain, stat."
Colby burst out laughing. "Well, I, for one, am thrilled for Wanda," Colby said cheekily, picking up his own phone. "Wow, it looks fantastic. So professional."
“Don’t show it to me,” Gunnar moaned.
Colby shot off a text, probably congratulating Wanda. Colby and Wanda sometimes got along better than Wanda did with her own grandsons. He scrolled down and frowned. "Jay and Nori are dating?"
"They are not!" I yelped, yanking the phone from him. It was open to Instagram, and there was a photo of Jay and Nori outside Malloy Customs, leaning against one of their custom motorcycles, kissing. "What about Luke?"
"Fuck Luke," Gunnar said, still covering his eyes.
"But Jay loves Luke!" I protested, scrolling through the rest of the photos, smiling as a few shots of our wedding came into the feed. So far, most people had accepted our unconventional relationship — at least the people we knew — there were a few nasty social media comments, but nothing was too alarming. I scrolled further, hitting the heart next to Wanda's OnlyGrans announcement post, then watching a video of Tangled Pages, with one of our staff showing off a new release.
We had a whole week off, and Colby and I were a little nervous about the bookstore, but the post gave me some confidence. Gunnar was even more nervous about leaving Jay alone with the motorcycle shop, so I scrolled through the latest from MalloyCustoms. There was a shot of our wedding, then a bunch of custom motorcycle builds from their shop. I couldn't find any more photos of Jay and Nori, so I wondered if that one was just a fluke.
