“Someone might see you letting us eat your pretty, little pussy,” Duke continued as he motioned for her to scoot her tush closer to the edge of the table and rest back on her hands.
“They might see you fucking me?” she asked with bated breath.
Duke nodded slowly. “They might watch us fill your pussy with our cocks.” He lifted her ankle and placed it on his outer shoulder so that she was partially opened to both of them.
“Oh,” she responded weakly, her breath coming in small pants. Her exposed pink flesh was already glistening with her slick, sweet juices.
Gage urged her a little closer to the edge to give them greater access to their play area and then lifted her other ankle slowly and whispered, “And if they’re very lucky they might watch us take your sweet little ass, too.” He placed her ankle on his outer shoulder so that she was spread just about as wide as she could go. Her pussy was becoming even more drenched with her aromatic honey. “That makes you hot, doesn’t it? Have you been thinking about one of us fucking your ass, angel?”
She nodded and smiled. “Yes.”
Duke wet his thumb in her copious juices and began stroking her clit. She arched her back and smiled at him.
Gage wanted to beat his chest and howl like a caveman at the lust he saw in her eyes. “Have you ever had anal sex before?”
She panted and shook her head negatively. “I never thought I’d want to but with the two of you I want it very much. It’s one step closer to a ménage.”
Biting her lip, Emma whimpered as Duke used his other hand to stroke and pet her pussy lips before sliding a single finger into her cunt. The sweet scent of her aroused pussy lingered in the air, making Gage’s mouth water for a taste.
In the heat of the moment he didn’t want to do anything she might regret later. “Angel, do you want it this weekend, out here, or would you rather wait until you’re in a comfortable bed at home? The first time sometimes hurts a little.”
Emma vehemently shook her head and pulled them a little closer with her legs. “That sounds lovely but right now all I can think about is having you do whatever you want to with me. I’m imagining someone watching while you eat my pussy and later fuck my ass on this picnic table.”
Gage could tell Duke was just as inflamed by her words as he was. Duke slid a second finger into her cunt, and judging by the sultry sound she made in her throat, he began stroking her G-spot.
“Duke.” His name slid out in a long, low-pitched syllable, and both men groaned at the sexy sound of her desire. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her damp hair hanging in locks against her beach towel as the breeze began to dry it.
Duke softly mouthed, “Lube, condoms, vibrator,” to Gage.
Gage nodded, realizing they’d come to the table unprepared. He grabbed the needed articles from where they’d placed them in the tent and returned with a hand towel as well. By this point, Duke had his mouth on her, making a feast of her succulent pussy, and she loved every second of it judging by the sexy sounds she made.
Gage lifted her leg and replaced it on his shoulder as he sat down and watched Duke send her higher and higher. Duke was thorough and took his time, never rushing her as he licked and sucked her flesh slowly until she was muffling her cries with her hand and her juices drenched his fingers and his lips. Her pussy was swollen and brighter pink, and Gage watched avidly as she flexed her hips with each stroke of Duke’s fingers in and out of her cunt.
To Emma, Gage whispered, “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, angel. There’s nothing more gorgeous in this world than you spread open for us like this.”
By this point she was flat on her back, and she reached for his hand to hold. He entwined their fingers and stroked her arm gently, knowing exactly when she crested the wave of her orgasm because she gripped his hand hard and muffled a wail behind her other hand.
“Oh, Duke,” she exhaled as he fingered her through each pulsing convulsion of her wet cunt.
Duke looked very satisfied with his efforts and licked her clean with gusto before sitting up and smiling at her where she lay on the picnic table. He signaled to Gage to take his place just as they’d agreed during the week, taking turns to pleasure her even if it meant holding off their own orgasm. They owed her that much for her trust in taking them both on. There would be plenty of time for give and take later. Right now they wanted to make her happy and feel no regrets.
Gage leaned over her, bracing a hand on either side of her. Emma looked beautiful, flushed, and sated. She smiled up at him, and he asked, “Ready for my cock, angel?”