He pushed his pants off his hips and tossed them aside. He did the same with his shirt. Cian pulled Meg into position. Her hands stayed in front of her as Cian continued to torture her with his cock and his fingers. They slid through her soaking wet slit. Meg whimpered because he kept her perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming. She would have to please Beck before she had any chance at pleasure. She felt like a sweet little toy between them.
“Open,” Beck commanded. He held his cock in his hands and moved to her mouth.
Meg obediently parted her lips, and Beck thrust himself in. He groaned as the head of his cock entered her mouth. Behind her, Cian sighed. Meg knew Cian was sharing the sensation with his brother.
“Lick it,” Beck ordered. “Lick the head. I’m going to teach you how I like my cock sucked. I expect you to remember, love.”
Meg pulled back and licked the engorged head of her husband’s dick. She lapped up the cream of his arousal and whirled her tongue all around the ridge of his penis. Beck’s hands petted her hair, letting her know he approved.
“Lick down to the base,” Beck said as he closed his eyes. “I love the feel of your little tongue all over my cock. That’s right. Lick it all over.”
Behind her, Cian was moving. He shoved her legs apart, but she made sure she didn’t lose Beck. She gently licked down the shaft, making sure not to miss a centimeter of his erection.
Beck lifted his cock up, giving Meg access to his balls. “Lick the balls, wife, and then suck them, one at a time.”
Just as Meg touched her tongue to his round, tight balls, she gasped as Cian slid under her and parted the cheeks of her ass. He sank his hands into the flesh of her bottom and held her still. He licked her from the edge of her cunt all the way to her clit as his fingers played with her anus. The feeling was so forbidden that she shivered. One finger lightly rimmed her anus.
Beck growled. “I’ll make him stop if it distracts you. You see to me first, Meg. I am in charge here. Do you understand?”
Meg nodded silently, whimpering just a little as Cian grabbed her hips and shoved his strong tongue straight up her cunt. It felt so good, and she could feel his joy in pleasing her. Despite the walls she had put up, Cian’s emotion was getting through. Cian’s satisfaction with her taste and smell and touch swept over her mind. She tried to focus on the job at hand. She leaned forward and curled her tongue around Beck’s balls.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good, wife,” Beck praised her. “Suck it into your mouth. Yes, hold it for a second. Oh, yeah.”
Meg concentrated fiercely because Cian was doing his best to distract her. He tongue-fucked her pussy while trying to gently work his finger into the little rosebud of her ass. It burned and tantalized at the same time. She had to force herself to keep still or she would be shoving her ass against that finger of Ci’s. He pressed his finger in, and Meg felt her asshole clench around the invading digit.
“Stop,” Beck commanded. Meg pulled back. “Open your mouth and relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth, love. You remember the arena? I liked that. It was the best sex of my life. You relax and let me use your mouth. Ci’s going to let you come after I do, but only if you’re a good girl.”
“Yes,” Meg said, wanting that orgasm with her whole being. She wanted to share it with them. Being surrounded by Beck and Cian, bombarded with their passion and emotion was the most intimate experience of her life.
Between the pleasure Cian was giving her and the dominance Beck was showing, Meg was utterly breathless. Before she could inhale, though, Beck was shoving his dick forward, feeding his long, thick length into her mouth. Meg had to stop and remember to breathe through her nose. She went passive and allowed Beck to completely take the lead.
“That’s right, love,” Beck sighed. “Relax. I want your walls down. I want to feel you, all of you.”
Meg let her walls drop away and the bond between the three of them opened fully.
“Yes, wife. That’s what I want. Flood me with it.”
“I told you she wants this,” Cian said, pulling briefly away. “Can’t you feel her joy?”
Once she opened the gates, she was flooded with them as well. She felt Beck’s relief at finally letting his dominant side out. She felt Cian’s peace at sharing her with his brother. Beck and Cian were complete. That was what sharing her meant to them. Meg completed them.
Beck’s hands went to the knot at the back of her head. He released her hair. Beck wound his fingers in it and ruthlessly used it to control her movement.
Meg moaned. She was grateful for her bound hands as Beck began to fuck her mouth in earnest. It would have been hard not to touch him. Now it was simple to give up her will and concentrate on feeling.
Beck’s thoughts assailed her. Beck loved the feel of her mouth. He loved how tight and warm the hole was and how her lips looked as they sucked on his cock. He was in full domination mode, and there was nothing more beautiful to him than the sight of her complying. He threw back his head and stopped thinking. This was what he’d always wanted, what he’d needed and not been able to get. A deep gratitude meshed with his desire, and it nearly brought tears to Meg’s eyes. She felt the connection to Beck. It was what she had missed all of her life, too.
Suddenly Cian’s feelings pushed at her. Beck’s emotions receded to the background as Cian took over. Oh, she needed him, too. Cian loved the taste of her pussy. He could eat her all day. It was tangy and sweet in his mouth. He adored her. She was his to please, and that fulfilled something deep inside Cian. He needed someone to love and take care of. He needed someone who needed him. Cian’s hand lightly caressed the cheeks of her ass as he devoured her pussy. He couldn’t wait to fuck her there.
All the while, Meg sent out her own feelings. Their emotions meshed until she wasn’t sure who was feeling what, and she just didn’t care.
Beck groaned, and Meg felt that he was close. She breathed deeply as he bumped the back of her throat.
“Swallow around me,” he ordered roughly as he forced her to take the whole of him.
Meg complied, tightening around his pulsing cock. She swallowed and teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue. He was so big he filled her, but she could move a little.
Beck’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Goddess, I’m coming. You swallow what I give you.”
Beck pulled almost out of her mouth and then shoved his way back in. His hands pulled at her scalp as he held her very still. He groaned low and then everything in him released. Meg felt the first hot jet of his cum hit the back of her throat. She worked furiously to swallow every drop of the salty cream he poured into her.
She sucked while his cock softened, and his hands gentled in her hair as he came down from the high. Meg licked his cock lovingly because she could feel his happiness. There was no abrupt break in their bond. He wasn’t upset. A sense of peace flowed from Beck’s mind. He wasn’t about to reject her.
“Mo shonuachar,” he whispered with a happy sigh as he stroked her.
He was the passive one now, allowing her to lick his softening dick clean. She thoroughly cleaned him from the tiny slit of the head all the way to his balls. He loved having her play with his balls. She would remember that. She curled her tongue around one and then the other.
He chuckled before gently pulling away. He undid the ties on her hands. “Thank you, love. I believe it’s Ci’s turn. Do what he tells you to or I’ll tie you up again, and I won’t let you out the rest of the night.”
Beck was catching his breath as he sat back in the rocking chair. He looked very satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent smile broke over Beck’s face. Meg cried out as Cian pulled his face away from her pussy. He gripped her hips and shoved her down his body.