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"Very real," I confirmed, my hands mapping the territory of his chest as Juniper reached for both our cocks through whatever fabric remained, when her hands wrapped around us with equal hunger.
"Look at these beautiful cocks," she breathed, freeing us from our remaining clothes with efficient movements. "So different, but both perfect. Marco's long and elegant and uncut. Tristan's thick enough to stretch me so nicely, with such a pretty head."
She shoved our underwear down and stroked us together, comparing length and girth while we both leaked pre-cum across her palms. The visual was overwhelming. I loved watching hersilky skin against our flushed flesh, loved seeing how hard his cock got as her fingers dancing between us, making coherent thought impossible.
"I want both of you," she said, the admission raw with need. "Want to feel completely full, completely claimed. Think you can handle fucking me together?"
Tristan's response was a strangled sound that might have been agreement. I could feel his whole body trembling against mine, could tell he was approaching that edge where need overtook fear.
"We can handle anything," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Tell us what you need."
Instead of answering with words, she positioned herself back against the pillows, thighs falling open in an invitation that made us both groan. Her pussy was pink and swollen, already glistening with arousal that spoke of exactly how much our exploration had affected her.
I kept control, kneeling behind Tristan as I guided his body between her legs, my chest pressed against his back while I whispered instructions that were half guidance, half filthy encouragement. "Start slow," I murmured, my hands covering his as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Let her adjust before you give her everything."
The first push inside made all three of us moan. Juniper's back arched off the bed, her hands clawing at the sheets while Tristanfought for control. I could feel every tremor that ran through his body, could tell the sensation of being inside her overwhelmed him. I ran my hands over his chest, down to his thighs, and cupped balls, then stroked his cock where it impaled my wife. The point where their bodies joined was sexy as hell, and I’d never tire of touching them there, of feeling her pussy lips stretched around his hard shaft.
"Fuck, she feels incredible," he gasped. "Always so tight and hot and perfect."
“Are you feeling better, sweetheart?” Juniper asked, stroking his
He looked confused for a moment, as if he’d completely forgotten the panic attack had happened. Then he blushed and nodded.
"Move," I commanded, my need becoming more intense as I watched them connect. "Show her how much you want this."
My fingers danced between his balls and her clit as Tristan began to thrust with increasing confidence, each movement drawing sounds from Juniper that made my cock throb with sympathetic need. But watching wasn't enough anymore—I needed to be part of this, needed to claim my place in whatever we were creating.
"Make room," I said, my hands guiding them into position. "I want to feel both of you."
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and for a moment, she simply rode him, writhing on top of him as she ground down onto his thick cock. I leaned forward and kissed her, praising her for treating him so well.
Then I pressed her forward, spreading his legs so I could kneel between them. I positioned myself alongside Tristan, both of us pressing against Juniper's entrance with careful coordination. She was so tight that for a moment I thought we might not both fit, but her body accepted us, adjusting us and wrapping us in her accommodating heat.
"Holy shit," she gasped, her voice breaking as we both pressed inside. "So full, so fucking full. Don't stop, please don't stop."
We found our rhythm through trial and desperate error, moving together in ways that maximized pleasure for all three participants. The sensation was overwhelming—tight heat wrapped around my cock, Tristan's shaft pressed against mine, Juniper's body accepting everything we offered while demanding more.
Her hands clutched wildly at both of us, nails raking down backs and chests while she gasped encouragement that became increasingly incoherent. The visual alone—both our cocks disappearing into her body—was enough to drive any rational thought from my mind.
"I'm close," Tristan warned, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. "Can't last much longer."
"Together," I managed, my control hanging by threads. "All of us together."
Juniper's climax hit first, her body clenching around us with enough force to trigger our own releases. I felt Tristan pulse against me as he emptied himself, hot seed mixing with my own as we both filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming—physical pleasure amplified by emotional connection, by the knowledge that we'd crossed every remaining boundary together.
We collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied breathing, none of us capable of movement beyond the gentle touches that confirmed we were all still present, still connected. This was better than any fantasy I'd ever constructed, better than any scenario I'd ever imagined.
Chapter 16
Tristan
I still didn't want to leave, but we couldn't hide away at the Bancroft Inn for all of eternity. And it felt better the next day. They knew more, knew my other secret, and it didn't bother them, only worried them.
For the first time in my life, someone had held me through a panic attack. Someone had made it all better. And somehow, that made returning to Bath less frightening.
The Range Rover's engine purred beneath us as we wound through country lanes still slick in places from the storm. Afternoon light slanted through the windscreen, turning everything golden and warm, but the heat in the car had nothing to do with sunshine. It radiated from them.
Marco sat in the passenger seat, his presence a constant distraction in my peripheral vision. Every shift of his body, every casual gesture, sent me spiraling. The man I'd kissed withdesperate hunger just hours ago was now fully dressed, as if this was just a casual drive in the countryside.
