“My feet are killing me. I can’t wait to get upstairs and take my shoes off.” Emma winced as the newlyweds walked the long corridor from the ballroom, winding through the ground floor of the mansion, heading towards the grand foyer. After the disruption in the wedding, the rest of the ceremony, dinner, and reception had been picture perfect.
Jaxson smiled inwardly. Both Chase and Emma thought they were heading towards the grand staircase that would wind them upstairs to one of the newly renovated guest rooms that would soon be available for rent by their VIP guests… for a tidy profit of course. Jaxson had one final surprise gift for his new husband and wife.
When they got to the front foyer, Jaxson stopped them from heading upstairs. “We’re not going upstairs. Let’s go outside instead.”
He didn’t miss the disappointment on Emma’s face. He knew she had to be exhausted. Even though it wasn’t that late, it had been a long and eventful day. Not wanting her to overexert herself, Jaxson moved forward, scooping her up into his arms as she squealed.
“Put me down! I’m too heavy!” she cried out as she squirmed to be put down.
The men’s eyes met as they both recognized her broken rule. With his arms full, Jaxson couldn’t do anything about it. Luckily, Chase could. He moved closer and quickly deposited three fast swats to their wife’s wedding-gown-covered ass.
“I can’t believe you put yourself down on your wedding day,” Chase admonished. “You are a gorgeous bride who is absolutely perfect.”
“Owie. I can’t believe you did that in the middle of the foyer where anyone can see us,” she complained.
Jaxson smiled down at her adorable pout. “Honey, that argument might fly tomorrow, but absolutely every person on the property at this moment knows the true nature of our relationship so you don’t get to play the innocent tonight.”
“Fine, but I really am tired.” She paused, a naughty smile on her lips. “I thought you guys would be as anxious to get upstairs to go to bed as I am. I mean it is our wedding night, after all.”
Jaxson agreed, “Oh, baby, I’m more than ready to get behind closed doors with just the three of us. I just have one more small surprise is all.”
Chase had opened the door for Jaxson to step out onto the front porch, still carrying Emma in his arms, bride style. The driver was there waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a black Town Car just as he’d ordered.
It was Chase who questioned him next. “We’re actually gonna drive somewhere tonight?”
“Just get in, will you? You are both taking all the fun out of my surprise with your complaining.”
Once they were all seated in the back seat, the driver took off, rounding the massive circular drive and heading towards the exit to the property.
Emma’s yawn made Jaxson grateful the trip would be short.
Chase pulled their bride into his lap. “Come here, Em. You can use my shoulder as a pillow until we get wherever Jax is taking us. I just hope it isn’t back to the rental. It’s going to be a little hard to have any playtime fun with your parents in the room next to ours.”
Jaxson smiled when both his lovers closed their eyes for the drive. About half way back to the main gate of the property, the driver turned down the private one-lane road that jutted off the grand drive. He stopped to insert the security card Jaxson had given him into the electronic gate and a minute later, the driver pulled the car up to the back entrance to their new house.
“Okay, we’re here,” Jaxson announced, unable to hide his excitement.
He watched Chase and Emma as their eyes flew open. “Already? We barely…”
Jaxson reached his hand out to them. “We’re home. Ted brought in an extra crew to get the house ready to move in tonight so we could spend our wedding night in our new bedroom.”
The driver exited the car and came to the door next to Chase. As the door opened, the interior of the car was washed with light and Jaxson got a good look at the love shining his way from both Chase and Emma.
He was surprised to see tears in Emma’s eyes, as she asked, “So no more rental? We really are home?”
Jaxson had known she was unhappy in the temporary housing. She wasn’t a diva when it came to physical possessions so he hadn’t figured out why she hadn’t been happy in the small house a few miles away. But if the joy in her eyes was any indication, she was truly thrilled to be moving into their new home.
Jaxson reached out to take her hand, loving the feel of her wedding ring on her fourth finger.
“We really are home, baby. Well, just one of our homes anyway. I just hope you are happier here than you were at the rental.”
She swished the one tear from her cheek that got away from her.
The men stayed seated, sensing that they needed Emma to finally explain to them why she was so anxious to get settled. It took her a few long seconds before she could put her feelings into words.
“There’s nothing wrong with the rental. Not really. It’s just… I stupidly associated that house with the start of all of our communication problems. I know it’s silly. But we moved there within a couple days of me finding out about the pregnancy. We all made so many mistakes. We fell apart there. Maybe it’s superstitious, but I’m anxious to move into our new home together and have things get back to normal again.”
Her reasoning was sound, yet Jaxson was a bit more of a realist. He knew the ranch house had jack-shit to do with their problems. He’d taken his eye off what as most important and that was to blame for their brief breakdown in communication. Like he promised in the ceremony in front of their closest friends and family that afternoon, he would spend the rest of his life making sure he never let something like that happen again to his family.
He smiled, reaching up to cup her cheek softly as he reassured her, “Baby, that’s what today is all about… fresh starts… as a real family. Now let’s go inside and get our wedding night started, shall we?”
Chase pulled Emma away from Jaxson as he turned to exit the open car door, calling back to Jaxson, “Enough talk! We have a date with our new bed.”
Jaxson chuckled at his new husband’s apparent glee. He got out his side of the car and met his lovers as he reached for the keycard to unlock the door. The lighting was dim so he couldn’t see Chase’s face as he reminded his husband, “You have a date with my paddle first, young man, before you’re going to make it to our bed.”
Chase’s tortured groan at the reminder was one part dread and two parts sexual excitement. “Yes, sir.”
His submissive reply revved up Jaxson’s libido a notch higher as he opened the door and the ambient lighting automatically came on.
The trio stopped just inside the door to look around the space.
The sexual tension was growing, each of them anxious for the consummation of the vows they’d made to each other earlier that day. Jaxson used his best Dom voice to take charge. “Ted warned not everything is completely move in ready, but our bedroom and the master bath is ready to go. You two go ahead of me. I’m going to grab some food and drinks for us from the kitchen and I’ll be there in five minutes. When I arrive, I want you both still fully dressed, standing at the end of the bed and waiting for your next instructions.”
Their practiced “Yes, sir,” was in unison. Like always, their submission warmed him from the inside out. His heart physically ached as he watched the two people he loved more than anything else in the world walking hand-in-hand towards their bedroom.
It only took a couple of minutes to fill the tray he assumed Ted had left on the counter with chilled water, several bottles of craft beers, apple juice, and the cheese and cracker tray with a bow on it in the refrigerator. He knew their housekeeper, Nalani, was responsible for the delivery of the limited food items. They’d need to find a grocery store the next day, but he was grateful for her thoughtfulness.
A fission of excitement coursed through Jaxson as he approached their new master suite. The day was flying by too fast. He wanted this special day… and night… to last. It would be the only wedding night they’d ever have. And as tired as they all were, he didn’t want to rush the planned scene he’d been looking forward to all day.
Pushing the door open with the wooden tray, the sight that met him took his breath away. Jax paused, watching undetected as Emma and Chase swayed to non-existent music as they held each other close, slow-dancing, letting their hands roam over each other’s bodies as they waited for Jaxson.
“I see you’ve started without me,” he teased as he moved farther into the room.
His lovers didn’t stop swaying. Chase simply lifted his right hand from Emma’s lower back and used it to beckon to Jaxson to join them. It was such a simple gesture, but in that moment, Jaxson recognized how damn lucky they all were that they had found a way to form this complicated love into something that was somehow perfectly balanced. They may have lost their way for a few weeks, but they’d come through it stronger than ever before.
Jax put the tray down on top of the bed’s white comforter before joining Chase and Emma. Like puzzle pieces that had been assembled many times, their bodies molded together in a tangled embrace.
No one spoke for several long minutes. No words were needed. Their embrace spoke for itself. The small caresses, increasingly assertive gropes, shortening of breaths, and occasional sighs were all the best kind of foreplay. After a wonderfully chaotic day, it was exactly what each of them needed.
Jaxson knew it was time to move to the next phase of their wedding night when Emma started to fade on them. She had thankfully not felt nauseous all day, but he knew she hadn’t eaten right and that she wouldn’t be up for a long play session.
Pulling their embrace apart, Jax stepped back, taking a moment to look around the room. It was in better order than he’d hoped. Ted may be an asshole in many ways, but he genuinely did understand the style the trio had been looking for and he’d delivered on it. Jax glanced back at the oversized king bed, noting the unique head and footboards that would double as restraint equipment on future nights.
The long backless couch at the end of the bed was even better than he’d hoped. The white leather would be easy to clean and the extra tall padded armrests at each end were the perfect height to bend a naughty submissive over to receive a punishment. Adding the hidden straps that would also restrain an errant sub had cost a pretty penny, but he planned on getting a lot of use out of the unique piece of furniture, starting tonight.
Looking back at the loves of his life, he barked his first order. “You both have too many clothes on.” He sat down on the bench at the end of the bed and added, “Stand over by the fireplace and start undressing each other. I want to watch.”
Chase pulled Emma the few feet away and did a bit of his own dominating. Spinning her to face the stone fireplace, he instructed, “Hands up on the mantle, baby.”
Once she was stretched out, he slowly started to unzip her long dress, leaning in to place sexy kisses down her back as her milky skin came into view. Jaxson had to hand it to Chase. He was doing an excellent job of unwrapping their best wedding present of the day.
As the two halves of Emma’s designer gown fell apart, Chase slipped his hands in her dress, reaching around to cup her full breasts, squeezing hard enough to get a pained moan.
“Let’s get this bra off next, shall we?”
Jax watched Chase undress Emma, his own cock thickening with each new body part exposed in front of him. He popped open a bottle of beer, taking a drag as he lounged, watching the show as Chase pulled Emma back so that he could push the dress off her shoulders to pool at their feet. The white lacy bra hit the floor seconds later. Her white hose and garter belt showcased her perfectly curvy ass that was barely covered by the tiny French cut panties.
When Chase reached to undo Emma’s garter belts Jaxson intervened. “Leave on the hose and heels,” he instructed before moving on to give Chase his next orders. “Hands back on the mantle, Em. Chase is going to spank that beautiful ass of yours to give it a bit of color.”
Jaxson’s erection ached for attention inside his tuxedo pants. With steely self-control, he leaned back to leisurely swig his beer and enjoy one of his favorite forms of foreplay… watching Chase dominate Emma. As expected, the spanking was light enough to draw mews of arousal from their girl while tenting the front of Chase’s tuxedo pants with his own growing length.
“I’m not sure which turns me on more. The pink of Emma’s ass peeking out from below her panties or that bad boy perfectly filling out your pants, Chase.”
Chase glanced back at Jaxson, for the first time showing a fission of anxiety. “I’m just glad it isn’t the thought of my coming punishment that has you the most turned on.”
Jaxson reached to cup his family jewels through his pants, trying to relieve the ache Chase’s words caused between his own legs. It took all of his self-control to keep from rushing to his lovers and sticking his rock-hard shaft into the first available hole he found.
“Emma, your turn to undress Chase. I want him naked when his ass meets my paddle.”
Jax didn’t miss Chase biting his lower lip nervously as he often did before a real discipline session. Little did Chase know, tonight wouldn’t be a real punishment. Not really. As angry as Jaxson had been that afternoon immediately after the drones had interrupted the ceremony, none of what happened was Chase’s fault. He had enough perspective now that the crisis was over to admit that Chase’s intervention had prevented Jaxson from doing something stupid and for that, he would be rewarded with a good-boy funishment.
But he wouldn’t tell Chase that just yet. He knew the anticipation of not knowing what Jaxson had planned added to his lover’s excitement.
Off came Chase’s cufflinks, black bow tie, and white tuxedo shirt. When Emma hesitated, Jaxson helped her by barking his next instructions to her. “Stalling isn’t going to prevent the inevitable, baby. Off with his shoes and socks. Unbuckle his belt. Pull down his pants.”
Jaxson had a front row seat to another of his favorite shows — watching his two submissives slipping deeper into their sexual submission. Anticipation for the unknown of what they may be asked to do. Desire for a brush of pain they’d learned could enhance their joint pleasure.
As Emma obediently slipped to her knees to take off Chase’s shoes and socks, her body softened, tension from the exciting day slipping to the floor along with pieces of clothing, shed almost as easily, allowing her to sink into a place where only the three of them existed.
And like the Dominant that he was, his lover’s submission fed him, chasing away his own tension, quieting his mind from all other distractions.
When Emma pulled Chase’s boxer briefs off his hips, his thick rod sprang free, jutting out proudly, notching up the heat level in the room.
“Suck him, Emma. I want to see that whole cock disappear down your throat.”
Her “Yes, sir,” was cut off by Chase’s lunge forward, anxious for the wet tightness the order promised.
Like a perfect submissive, she had thrust her arms behind her back, turning over control of the blow job to Chase who had thrust his hands into her thick, flowing hair, using it as a handle to control the action.
The wet suction and gagging sounds as Emma bobbed back and forth almost made Jaxson change his plans. He had the perfect vantage point to watch that thick shaft he loved so much disappearing again and again down her throat. A glance up to Chase and he instructed, “Enough. Stop!”
Chase’s disappointed groan coincided with Emma’s gasp for air. When Chase grasped his own erection and started to stroke himself in hopes to finish what Emma had started, Jaxson chuckled.
“Nice try. Hands behind your back, baby. No coming for you until we get the business of your punishment taken care of.”
Chase turned those caramel brown eyes on him with anticipation. “Can’t we…”
Jaxson wouldn’t let him off the hook just yet. “Come. We’re going to try out this new piece of furniture I ordered.”
He stood from the backless couch, motioning for Chase to join him. Like a good girl, Emma waited on her knees for instructions.
Jax pulled Chase in for an open mouth kiss as soon as he was within arm’s length. He couldn’t wait to wrap his right hand around that fat erection, stroking Chase just hard enough to edge him higher, but stopping before allowing his sub the satisfaction of a release.
He ended the kiss abruptly, using his cock like a leash to lead Chase to the left end of the leather couch, pulling him into place before pressing on his lower back with his other hand, motioning for his new husband to bend over the waist-high, padded arm rest.
“Palms flat on the seat. They don’t come off until I give you permission to move them. There are restraints under the seat. Don’t make me use them tonight,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Chase acquiesced quietly.
Jaxson moved behind him, using his foot to tap at the insides of Chase’s feet, forcing him to shuffle his stance wider until Jaxson could step back and admire the view of Chase’s heavy cock and balls, swinging down below his legs. Christ, what a beautiful sight.
Jax reached forward to palm Chase’s ass, squeezing and kneading the tight muscle until he felt his lover relaxing. That’s when he delivered a spray of spanks to the same butt cheek, warming it nicely. Not to be forgotten, he moved his hand to the other side and repeated his attention.
Back and forth for several long minutes, Jax edged Chase higher with the exact kind of sweet pain he knew the switch craved. The rock-hard erection swaying was Jaxson’s barometer to know he was on the right track, stopping several times to squeeze the velvety hardness.
A glance at Emma, still on her knees watching her lovers, but now rocking as her own sexual need grew, gave Jaxson an inspired idea.
“Time to test out to see if this couch is going to work like I’d hoped it would. Emma, crawl over here, baby. I want you to lay at the other end of the couch facing us.”
She scrambled to comply, her long hair starting to fall out of the beautiful updo she’d worn at the wedding. Jax watched her as she got closer, loving the smeared makeup and streaks of black mascara around where her eyes had watered during her face fucking. This was the face only the men in her life got to see.
Jax helped her crawl onto the couch, adjusting a decorative pillow behind her to make her comfortable as she laid back.
“Legs bent, feet flat on the couch. Open wide. Chase and I want to get a good look at those soaking wet panties.”
After all their years together, he loved that his words brought a blush to her cheeks. Even as a now married, pregnant woman, there was an innocence about Emma that Jaxson treasured. Years of living in luxury hadn’t changed her at her core. She’d found a way to remain the same perfection inside as that wholesome co-ed they’d found in France.
“You two stay right where you are, keeping a close eye on each other. I’m going to go grab a few things we’re going to need.”
Jax wasn’t gone long. He’d asked Nalani to have a suitcase he’d packed brought out from the mansion. He found it in the walk-in closet as he’d requested. He quickly dug through the change of clothes for each of them and a few other needed items to get to the heavy wooden paddle with three large holes drilled in it. He also grabbed the bottle of lube and the one final sex toy he’d had the clairvoyance to throw in at the last minute.
The sight that met him as he returned to the bedroom almost made him throw away his plans. Technically Emma and Chase had followed his directions, holding their positions apart from each other. But each being desperate for the other, they were both thrusting their hips in the air in a dirty rhythm. It had Chase’s cock and balls crashing into the side of the couch again and again, the contact clearly giving him some satisfaction. Emma’s panties had only got more wet as she thrust her hips off the couch emulating getting fucked.
All he had to do was clear his throat to bring their rocking to a tortured stop. He went to Emma first, holding out the contents of his right hand. Her eyes lit up when she saw her favorite vibrator. She greedily grabbed the sex toy from him.
“Let’s get these panties out of the way.”
He knew with her garters and hose, it would be hard to get the scrap of clothing off her. But being lacy and delicate, Jaxson just tore the fabric at each hip, allowing him to pull the panties away to discard them to the floor, unwanted.
“No penetration until I tell you. Just lie there and play with yourself as you enjoy watching Chase receive his punishment. You’ll get to be a bit of entertainment for us as well.”
Her blush deepened, realizing her bald, swollen pussy would be on display for her men.
Jaxson held out the heavy paddle for Chase to see. Anxious fear warred with excitement in those brown eyes he loved so much. This particular device had brought agony and ecstasy in the past.
Moving behind Chase, he used the dense wood to playfully tap the cock and balls hanging heavy between his legs. The taps were light, but unexpected, and Chase shot bolt upright, breaking his position. The immediate crack of the paddle against the center of his ass punished him for his mistake.
“Hands on the seat of the couch,” Jaxson demanded, enjoying the wide-eyed surprise on Emma’s face at his stern rebuff. The fast rubbing of the vibrator through her wet folds betrayed how much she loved to watch their lover be disciplined.
It had only been one stroke, but Chase mewed with relief when the next thing to touch his ass was Jaxson’s palm, squeezing and kneading.
Smack.
Another connection of wood and flesh as cocks grew harder and her sweet pussy grew wetter.
Again, a tad harder.
Hips now swayed, anticipation of the reward coming to each of them soon.
The next swat drew a grunt from his submissive. Jax tempered the pain he’d delivered with a squeeze to Chase’s balls, bringing a torture of a different kind.
Emma had closed her eyes. He knew she was close to coming.
“Eyes, Emma. You do not have permission to come yet. Use that free hand to play with your tits. Put on a nice show for us.”
Her pout was perfection. The pinch to her left nipple demonstrated her love for a touch of pain. They were close enough to her core to smell her arousal, adding to the perfection of the scene.
Crack.
The next swat to Chase’s ass was lower across the crease between butt and thighs. It was Emma who groaned, though.
Chase broke the silence to tease their wife. “I just remembered how turned on you got that first time Jaxson spanked us in Paris that first weekend together. I think that was the moment I knew how perfect you were for us, Em.”
“I wasn’t turned on, I was scared to death,” Emma countered breathlessly.
Jaxson added his own memory of the life-changing event. “You were scared and turned on, baby. Chase is right. We loved our time with you, but realizing you had a deep seeded desire for the submission was a huge turn on for us.”
It was Chase who put new puzzle pieces together for them. “And that you liked to watch. I think that’s something we all have in common. It’s such an important part to us not getting jealous when we watch the other two playing without us. We all know we love each other and can enjoy watching almost as much as participating.”
“Nice observation, sub. How would you like a reward for your insightful reflection?”
“I would like that very much, sir,” Chase groaned at the fresh squeeze to his family jewels.
“Emma put the toy down and scooch down here to this end under Chase.” It took a minute for her to get into position at their end of the couch before he added, “Lift your feet up to me, baby.” As soon as she did, Jaxson pulled her legs up to wrap around Chase’s back and added, “Push your hips up off the couch, Em. We’re going to let Chase quench his thirst a bit on that river you have flowing between those legs of yours.”
With her shoulders pressed into the couch, her hands on her hips and using her leg muscles, Emma contorted herself to lift her pussy to Chase’s waiting mouth. Like a parched man, he got to eating her out with gusto.
It took all of his will power to step back from them. Knowing how it affected both of his submissives, Jax undid his wide belt buckle, and with one swift yank pulled the belt from the loops of his pants, letting the tip snap loudly in the air, announcing to Chase that the leather would soon be connecting with his already red bottom.
Jax had a lot of practice with this particular punishment device. He could make Chase hate it, but tonight, he used his skill to only stoke the heat of their tryst higher and higher. Jaxson delivered a steady stream of belt strokes to paint the entirety of Chase’s bottom with two-inch wide overlapping stripes. The harder he administered the belt, the faster his lovers ground together until he heard the distinctive sounds of Emma crying out her orgasm.
Jaxson smiled inwardly. He’d counted on her not being able to hold off indefinitely.
“Tsk, tsk, baby. I didn’t give you permission to come. That was extra naughty of you.” Her eyes that had been closed with ecstasy shot open, searching out his gaze to see how much trouble she was in. He hoped his face told her she wasn’t in any real trouble at all.
He hadn’t punished Emma at all since the disastrous night she confessed she was pregnant after safe wording. Jaxson admitted to being a bit terrified to add any physical discipline back into their sexual life where Emma was concerned. Thoughts of the two tiny babies safely nestled inside their mommy’s belly brought a bout of anxiety to Jaxson that he had to push down.
He’d had another conversation with the doctor when they’d returned for further paternity testing the week before. His brain knew that delivering swats to Emma’s bottom could not possibly harm the kids, but he couldn’t shake how wrong it felt to strike her. He was determined to try to push through his reticence.
“Up on your feet, Emma. It’s time for you to take the same position as Chase at the opposite end of the couch. This time he’s going to get to play voyeur to your punishment.”
If he’d doubted he was doing the right thing, the sexual heat that had jumped into Emma’s violet eyes reassured him that she really did want to feel the leather of his belt on her bottom. He helped her extricate herself from the somewhat awkward position she’d been in and then move to her feet, leading her to the end of the couch and pressing her into her prone position.
“Legs wider, baby. Let’s see if we can get that pussy to drip juices onto this new carpet on our first night in the new house.”
Her embarrassed groan brought a grin to Chase who looked all too excited for the show about to begin. Jaxson took up his position behind her and forced himself to proceed before he could think too hard about the fact that he was about to strike the mother of his children.
It was a spanking, not a beating.
He was making her feel good, not bad.
He had to repeat the words in his head on auto-loop as the first two-inch wide stripe of pink colored her milky white ass. Pushing through his own hang-ups, he landed the second strike just below the first.
Emma shocked him by speaking to him with an angry tone. “You’re going easy on me. You aren’t going to hurt me, Jaxson.”
Her assertive rebuff was so out of place for their scene it shocked them all. Leave it to Chase to lighten things up again. “Oh, I can’t wait to see how hard you’re gonna get it for that sassy outburst, baby.”
Jaxson pushed down his nerves and delivered a belt stroke every bit as hard as he’d delivered to Chase minutes before. The difference of the strength was evident to all of them as the crack of leather on flesh was forceful, bringing tears to Emma’s eyes, yet she didn’t call out for him to stop.
The next stripe was to her sit-spot and brought a sexy whimper from his submissive as she wiggled her butt as if that could ease the sting. His cock felt like it would soon rip a hole in the front of his pants, where his erection had turned to weighty steel. Admitting a small defeat in his self-control, Jaxson unzipped his fly, fighting to navigate his shaft until it sprang free, jutting proudly towards his lovers.
“Oh, God. Please, give me that bad-boy. I need it so bad,” Chase begged.
Not to be outdone, Emma countered, “He’s working on me right now. I think he should start with me.”
The banter was playful, or at least as playful as they could be in their hyper horny state.
Jaxson delivered one final belt stroke to Emma’s curvy bottom, crisscrossing all of his previous lines of heat, hoping she’d feel the spots where the belt had connected multiple times when she was sitting at breakfast the next morning.
Their foreplay had to come to an end. They each deserved their marriage consummation and he knew the best way to make that happen.
“Chase, come to Emma’s end. You’re going to fuck that pretty pussy of hers while I fuck your ass. You proved yourself the perfect switch today in how you handled me at the mansion and tonight, your reward is fucking and being fucked at the same time.”
The sexy blond didn’t need to be instructed twice. He moved like a sleek animal of prey, gracefully changing positions as he sandwiched himself between his lovers. Like the trained sub that he was, Chase lined his cock up with Emma’s pussy, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down to make sure it was plenty wet for the fast insertion that was coming.
Jax pressed on his shoulders lightly, silently asking Chase to angle his torso while kicking his legs wider than even Emma’s. It took all of Jax’s will power to take the time to grab the tube of lube and dribble several drops on the now visible pucker of Chase’s tight ass. Then he added a few drops to his cock, appreciating the coldness that failed to squelch his burning heat.
He didn’t need to give Chase the order. The second Jaxson pressed the tip of his cock into the ring of Chase’s anus Jax felt Chase moving forward to pierce Emma’s core. That one stroke, each moving slowly, making sure it felt good, but then like a practiced orchestra, the men moved to the main chorus of their dirty dance. Jaxson pulling out first and then Chase pulling out to thrust back again as Jax crashed forward, filling Chase’s ass completely as Emma felt empty.
Back and forth like synchronized pistons, each lover giving and receiving the pleasure they’d only found with each other. Harder… faster… deeper… until they lost their rhythm. It signaled they were so close to exploding that they could no longer keep up the even pace, erratically chasing the elusive high that was their favorite drug.
“Now! Come with me,” he shouted, knowing none of them would be able to stave off the climax about to strike for much longer.
The wet slurping of body parts pounding together was the soundtrack to their final release, all three of them crying out as each shattered into a shuddering orgasm, the men depositing copious ropes of cum deep inside their lovers.
The trio lay collapsed in a heap of sweaty body parts as they tried to catch their breath. Only Emma’s complaint, “I can’t breathe,” got the men extricating themselves from the tangle of limbs.
A manly pride consumed him at the sight of his cum dribbling out of Chase’s asshole. That was doubled when Chase pulled out of Emma and huge glob of his cum dropped to the carpet between Emma’s feet. That Chase could focus on coming while getting drilled hard always amazed Jaxson.
Chase helped to scoop a shaky Emma up from the couch, yelling back to Jaxson when he was half way to the master bath. “Time to try out the huge shower! You’re a bit overdressed, sir. Follow us and we’ll get you ready for round two.”
Only then did Jaxson realize he was still in his tuxedo. He’d undone his pants and lowered his boxer briefs for their tryst, but every other stitch of clothing was still in place.
He chuckled as he loosened his tie and followed his new husband and wife to their brand new shower. They were going to have so much damn fun christening every room and piece of furniture in their new home in the coming weeks.
He couldn’t wait.
