"Sam!" she cried and I was sure Jack could hear her ragged breathing.
"Do you know what I'm doing over here, sweetness?" Jack asked.
I slid in and out, but only to the first knuckle, adding more and more lube. I wanted her to be super slick before I put the small plug in, knowing it would slide in nice and easy.
"I'm standing in the tack room stroking my cock. Just knowing how you're taking Sam's finger has my balls drawn up."
Katie whimpered and dropped her head down onto her forearms.
I took that as a sign and pulled out, quickly coated the plug and pressed it against her. "Deep breath, doll. That's it, let it out nice and slow."
As she did, I slipped that plug right in, her passage so slick and ready. When it was seated, I gave it a gentle tug and her head came up, my name a shout on her lips. I couldn't help the grin.
"Like that? You should see it, Jack. The plug is in perfectly. The little jeweled end is all pink and sparkly."
It was a decorative plug, a pink faux gem in the wide flange.
"Just as pink as her pussy?" Jack asked.
"Yup, and in just a minute, just as pink as her ass. Ready for your punishment, doll?"
She looked over her shoulder at me. "Punishment? But … " She sputtered when I stroked my hand over her upturned butt cheek, then gave it a little swat.
"No panties," Jack said.
"But you only said you'd take them away."
"It's just a reason to spank you," I said, giving her another swat and watching as my handprint bloomed as pink as her plug. "We learned last night how much you like it."
"I do not," she sputtered.
"Then why are you still over my desk? Why are you pushing your ass out for more?" I spanked her again, nice and easy. We were overwhelming her enough. But she sure as fuck wasn't thinking about anything but us right now.
She stilled then and she whimpered once more, realizing I was right.
I spanked her five more times, the last so I nudged the gem handled plug.
"Good girl. You should see how beautiful she is, Jack."
She was. So hot, so sweet, so submissive. Perfect.
"You'll have to show me later, sweetness, how pretty you look with that plug in your ass. Now I want to listen to you come. I'm going to come all over my hand when you do."
With gentle fingers, I slipped through her dripping folds, slid into her pussy. She pushed back, fucking herself. "Want to come, Katie?"
"Yes!"
"With my fingers or my cock?"
"Your cock, please."
As I undid my pants, grabbed the condom off the desk and slipped it on in record time. If she wanted my cock, I wasn't going to deny her.
Gripping a hip, I aligned myself to her slick entrance and slid in. With the plug, it was a tight fit, but she was so wet for me I filled her in one long stroke.
"Oh god," she groaned.
When my hips were pressed against her heated ass, I leaned down over her. We were completely dressed except for the important parts. It was the most erotic fuck of my life and I doubted I'd ever get any work done at this desk ever again.
"Feel good, doll?"
She nodded her head.
"How's it feel to be fucked with a plug in your ass?" Jack asked. "Imagine what it'll be like when that's my cock instead? Sam in your pussy and me taking you there. Both of us."
His words had me close to coming. I wanted to fuck her with my cousin, to claim her completely. Make her ours.
"Yes," she whispered.
I took her then, deep strokes, slow at first, watching her face, seeing her pleasure in her profile. When I was sure she could handle more, I fucked harder, deeper. Rougher.
"This is so dirty," she said, her voice rough with her need.
With one hand pressed into the desk, I reached around and found her clit, all hard and swollen for me.
"Time to come, doll. Come for me. Come for Jack who's listening on the phone."
She did, on command, and wasn't quiet about it. Her inner walls clenched down like a fist, so tight and hard that I couldn't hold back.
"Fuck," I growled as I plunged deep one last time, lost in her, the pleasure of the orgasm. It stole my mind, my cum as it filled the condom, making me wish the latex barrier wasn't between us. I wanted to take her bare, to coat her with cum and mark her as mine. But it wasn't my right yet. Soon, but not until she belonged to us.
I heard Jack grunt through the phone, knew he, too, came.
Gripping the base of the condom, I carefully pulled out as Katie lay slumped on the desk, her breathing ragged, her eyes closed.
"Later, Jack," I said, hitting the button on the phone to disconnect. "Come on, doll. We've got to meet the Realtor." After wrapping the used condom in a tissue and tossing it in the trash, I fixed myself, zipping up my pants and tucking in my shirt.
Slumped over the desk, she looked so mussed, so well fucked. I was getting hard again just looking at her. Slowly, she came up onto her elbows, her breasts thrusting enticingly over her bra and out from her blouse's opening as she caught her breath. "What?"
"You want to sell the house, don't you?" I glanced at my watch. "I thought you'd like my quick pace, being from back east and all. We were supposed to meet her about ten minutes ago."
She stood abruptly then, her mind already working. Well, not completely since she stood there with a plug in her ass, her skirt about her waist and her panties around her ankles. "Are you serious? We did … that while you knew we had a meeting with the Realtor?"
I grinned. "Damn right. Sally won't mind. Want me to take that plug out or do you want to leave it in?"
She stiffened then, remembered herself. Glancing over her shoulder, she flushed a bright pink. Fuck, she looked good in pink. All over.
"Here, let me help." I fixed her bra, then her blouse. Turning her about, I carefully pulled the plug from her, grabbed a tissue and set it on the desk. Grabbing another tissue, I reached between her legs to clean her up. She swatted my hands away.
"I can do that."
"I know you can, doll, but it's my job to take care of you. If I made you messy, then I need to clean you up."
When her eyes couldn't meet mine, I kissed her forehead. Tossing the tissue in the trash, I watched as she reached down to tug up her panties.
"Oh no. Those belong to me now." I held out my hand and watched as various emotions flit across her face. Surprise, embarrassment, menace. I didn't say a word, just waited. It was a battle of wills and when she huffed, I knew I'd won. At least this fight.
She pursed her lips and stared daggers at me.
"Want another spanking? I know how much you'll like it. But then we'd be even later."
That stirred her into action, lifting one foot then the other and dropping the minuscule panties in my open palm, then working her skirt down her hips. "She's going to know what we did."
"By the just fucked look on your face? Absolutely."
I could have sworn she growled at me, stomped out of the office and slammed the door on the tiny powder room. When I heard the water running, I had to laugh as I tucked her panties in my pocket. Fuck, she was perfect.
When she came out a minute later, she was all set to rights, although she did have that soft, sated glow about her. Hell, I knew I had a shit eating grin of a well fucked man.
"Isn't she going to be mad waiting for us?"
"You're one of those who hates to be late, aren't you?" When she just gave me the death stare, I added, holding my hands up in front of me, "Sally has lunch at the same time and the same place every weekday."
Besides being a good Realtor, Sally Martin was also motherly, a ball buster and knew everything about anything going on in town. Including my actions, and probably quite a bit about Katie. She'd also been married for forty years to the mayor and a town vet. While Cara might be able to talk to Katie about being married to two men, she was in that honeymoon stage which was almost syrupy sweet to watch. Sally's marriage was the real deal and had made it the long haul. It was something I wanted Katie to see, to realize that being with two men wasn't just a one night stand, but could endure.
With every button she'd done up, her walls went up again. It was almost a tangible thing and I couldn't help but grin.
"She's going to know," she repeated.
I took in her flushed cheeks, her red lips, her tousled hair. Anyone looking at her would know she just got fucked, and well. I didn't think it was a good thing to say anything more if I wanted to keep my balls, so I just took her hand and tugged her out of my office and down the street.
CATHERINE
Sam did a really good job of fucking my thoughts right out of my head. As he led me down Main Street I realized he'd mentioned sharing a wife with Jack. Not sharing me. A wife. When a man uses that word … ever, it's a big deal. No guy ever tossed it out there, especially if it pertained to them. But Sam was so casual about it, as if he really wanted a wife to share his life with-and his cousin.