Page 18 of A Long Time Coming

This plug I just told them about might as well be Alex’s cock for all the times I’ve imagined it. Like I’m doing right now.

“Are you… are you serious?” he asks, staring down at me intently.

“Um, sort of?” I crinkle my nose.

Wyatt’s head tips. “How are you sort of serious?”

Nate stands up and holds his hand out for me. “Shall we have a little show and tell moment?”

I smile and take his hand. “Sure.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses the breath from my lungs as he inches my dress up over my thighs. Once the hem clears the lower curve of my ass, Alex grunts from behind me.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and I wish I could see his face.

“Hold your dress for me?” Nate asks.

I take the bunched fabric from him and nod as he pauses one last time. Leaning towards me, he kisses me again as he palms my ass, pulling my cheeks apart just enough that Alex can see there’s nothing there.

“Wait,” he says after a few seconds. “If the plug isn’t in your ass, where…”

I smile against Nate’s mouth as Alex trails off, realizing the answer to his question, and wait for his reaction.

“You have— Um— That is, to say?—”

Speechless, he stutters and stammers through an attempt at a question, and finally, I put him out of his misery. “Yes, Alex. There’s a plug in my pussy.”

Wyatt moves to join Alex on the couch and says, “Not a fan of the vagina personally, but color me intrigued. This I have to see.”

Nate turns me around to face the men, both their gazes fixed on my pussy. He pushes lightly on my shoulder, telling me without words to sit on the coffee table. I sit primly, my legs still closed and my dress still bunched around my waist. Both Alex and Wyatt wait impatiently for me to reveal my secret.

Nate pops the button on his jeans and lowers the zipper. Pulling them down over his hips proves difficult with the steel rod of his cock in the way, but they finally fall and pool at his ankles.

He was already barefoot, taking advantage of the heated floors because he hates wearing socks around the house.

“Am I the only one in this house wearing underwear?” Wyatt asks, breaking the silence.

We all laugh until I realize that means Alex is bare underneath. My pussy clenches around the silicone inside at that thought. And then again when I see the outline of his dick, a hard, long line trapped but growing down one leg of his jeans.

“I guess so,” Nate says, winking at Wyatt.

“Turn around, baby,” I say to my half-naked husband. “We’ll show them at the same time.”

The men on the couch brace, and I can tell the action is subconscious. I snicker as Nate turns, his ass on full display and his cock bobbing in front of him.

I wrap my fingers around it for support — moral and physical — and he smiles. “On my count… one, two, three,” he says.

My legs part as I lean back, propping myself on my other palm, and he bends towards the table, leaning over to kiss me and revealing the matte black handle of the plug nestled between his cheeks.

Wyatt mutters “goddamn” as Alex whispers “holy fuck”.

Lost in the kiss, I let go of his cock and my fingers trail up my thighs towards my core before I realize it. I stop due to a split-second of insecurity, and Alex grunts.

I meet his eyes with an unspoken question, and he shakes his head. “Please don’t stop.”

I nod, my self-confidence bolstered by his comment and his inability to look away, and slide my fingers closer to my center, feathering them over my skin so lightly it almost tickles.

Alex leans back and palms his length through his pants. “You are so fucking sexy, Mel.”

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