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Marco's laugh was warm and knowing as he kicked off his jeans, revealing the familiar length of his erection that I'd worshipped countless times. "When's the last time you were tested?" he asked Tristan, his tone practical but not judgmental.
"Three months ago," Tristan replied, his breathing shallow as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking the impressive length with firm pressure. "Clean bill of health. I'm very careful about using protection."
"Same," Marco interrupted with a grin. "And Juni's on the shot, so pregnancy isn't a concern. We haven't been with anyone else since we met. Not interested in anyone else."
Something flickered in Tristan's green eyes: surprise, or confusion. "But you both seem so... open. To this kind of arrangement."
Marco's expression softened as he climbed onto the bed beside us, his hand finding my hip possessively. "We've talked about it. Fantasized about finding the right person to share this with. But it had to be someone special. Someone worth the risk."
"We've been waiting," I added, my thumb sweeping across the head of Tristan's cock to collect the pre-cum that was steadily leaking from him. "For you."
The words hit him like a physical blow. I watched his pupils dilate, watched something primal and possessive take over his features as the full meaning sank in. We hadn't been playing games or looking for casual fun. We'd been waiting for him specifically, choosing him out of all the possibilities.
"Fuck," he breathed, as his control snapped.
He hauled me against him with strength that made me gasp, positioning himself between my thighs with movements that were pure animal instinct. When he thrust inside in one smooth motion, when his massively thick shaft filled me so until I saw stars.
He was thicker than Marco, though not quite as long, stretching me in ways that bordered on too much but was absolutely perfect. The cashmere dress bunched around my waist as he seated himself fully inside me, his face a mask of desperate concentration as he fought for control.
"Holy shit," I gasped, my nails raking down his chest as I adjusted to his size, grinding against his hips. “You feel so good.”
The praise broke something loose in him. His hips began moving with wild abandon, fucking me with the desperate intensity of a man finally allowed to claim what he'd been dreaming about. Each thrust hit spots inside me that made my vision blur, made my toes curl against the ancient bedding.
"Can't believe this is real," he panted against my throat, his voice destroyed by lust. "Can't believe you're letting me, that you want me—"
"We want you," Marco corrected, his hand tangling in my hair as he watched Tristan claim me with obvious appreciation. "Both of us. Look how perfect you two are together."
The encouragement made Tristan fuck me harder, driving deep enough to make me sob with pleasure. But I could see Marco's own need in the rigid line of his erection, could tell he was fighting his own desperate hunger.
"Move me," I gasped, my hands finding both of them. "I want both of you. Need both of you."
They positioned me on hands and knees, the movement making Tristan's cock slip free with a wet sound that was positively pornographic. The dress had shifted again, revealing my ass and pussy to their hungry gazes while still clinging to strategic places.
But before Tristan could push back inside, I grabbed Marco's hips and guided him toward my mouth. My husband's familiartaste hit my tongue as I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks the way I knew drove him wild.
"Fuck, baby." Marco’s hands tangling in my curls. "Your mouth is so good. Show Tristan how talented you are."
Tristan's response was to slide back into my pussy from behind, his thickness stretching me deliciously as I worked Marco's cock with lips and tongue. The position was perfect—filled completely, every nerve ending firing as the men found their rhythm.
They took turns using my body with the kind of desperate intensity that spoke of fantasies finally made real. When Marco left my mouth to kiss me deeply, Tristan's hands gripped my hips and thrust into me with wild abandon. When Tristan needed a moment to regain control, Marco fed his cock back into my eager mouth while fingers found my clit.
The cashmere dress was stretched and twisted around my body in ways that emphasized my submission to their combined hunger. I felt like a goddess being worshipped by devoted followers, like art being appreciated by the most discerning collectors.
"I'm going to come," Tristan warned, his voice breaking as his rhythm became erratic. "Can't hold back anymore."
"Fill her up," Marco encouraged, his own breathing ragged as I worked his shaft with renewed desperation. "Give her what she needs."
Tristan's orgasm triggered my own, pleasure crashing through my nervous system as he pumped hot come deep inside my pussy. The sensation of being claimed, of his cum marking me from the inside, sent me over the edge with enough force to make my arms give out.
Marco followed moments later, his come flooding my mouth. I swallowed everything he offered, licking up every last drop.
We collapsed together on the ancient bed, sweaty and satisfied and breathing hard.
"Worth the wait," I managed to say, earning exhausted laughter from both of them. “But I think I broke your dress.”
“It served its purpose,” Tristan murmured, cupping my jaw and kissing me tenderly.
He gently removed the knit piece, making sure it didn’t pull too tightly or mark my skin.
