Page 11 of Caged for Them

After a moment, I realized he’d borrowed Henry’s jeans, and that explained the tightness. Jason was only a few inches taller than Henry, but he was thicker all around, especially in the thighs and ass.

Okay, and cock.

I shook my head, trying to force myself to stop thinking about my husband’s best friend’s cock. Back to the subject at hand. “What’s bothering you, then? Don’t worry about over sharing, I can handle it. I’m a doctor.”

“Um, I jerked off last night?” he admitted, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“That’s okay, sweetie,” I said, walking over to kiss his cheek, resting my hands on his broad shoulders. Henry’s shirt fit tightly there, too, and I liked how it looked on our boy. Shit, no. Not our boy. “It’s only natural to be aroused by this kind of play. Henry and I had sex, which I’m sure you heard.” He shuddered softly under the touch, then swallowed.

“No, it’s not. I want you to…” Jason glanced behind me and trailed off as Henry walked in.

“Want us to what?” Henry asked, frowning.

Jason turned towards his friend, rubbing his hands on his thighs. He exhaled slowly, like he was psyching himself up for what he had to say, then looked up at us. “I think I want you and Mari to own my orgasms. I shouldn’t have come without your permission.” His blush deepened and he tucked in his chin, staring at the floor, his breath shaky. Hell, his whole body had a bit of a tremor to it, like admitting any of this was making him nervous.

“You shouldn’t have,” Henry said, firmly. “Though we did not discuss specific terms. Perhaps we need to, so you understand how to be good for us.”

I blinked at Henry, raising an eyebrow at him, and he smiled, the anger in his face finally relaxing. Had he been worried Jason wouldn’t want us to continue?

“What do you think is an appropriate punishment?”

Punishment? I stepped forward, putting a hand on Henry’s forearm. “We should discuss what this is before we…”

“If he chooses his punishment, isn’t that discussion enough?” Henry snapped. All right, so he was still on edge. He blew out a breath. “I believe punishment will help him feel more settledabout what he did. He believes it’s wrong, and he wants to be corrected.”

“Spanking.” Jason’s answer was barely above a whisper. Henry nodded curtly.

“After breakfast,” he said, turning starting to pull out ingredients, moving around the kitchen in a way that clearly expressed his irritation.

“I didn’t mean it, Hen,” Jason said suddenly. “I don’t want to find someone else.”

Ah. Jason had been looking for another dom? That would explain a lot of Henry’s behavior in the past few hours. “Someone else? When did you say that?” I asked Jason.

“On the phone last night. Whenever we get closer to this being real, I have this intense rush of worry about what it means to want to belong to you. About how it’ll end.” He looked at the floor. “And this time, I think my words hurt Henry.”

Henry nodded, and ignored his friend’s pained look, and I reached over and rubbed Jason’s back, trying to massage some of the stiffness out of him. We were silent as we ate, each lost in our own thoughts, but the minute Henry finished eating, he stood and stalked out of the room.

“Clothes off. Across my lap.” He glanced at me and his expression softened, and I saw the question in his eyes. I nodded, letting him know he could take the lead with this andsee where it took us. “I love you,” he mouthed, and I smiled, watching as Jason stripped completely naked. And Jason naked was glorious, all lean, tanned muscle and gorgeous skin — and his blush carried over way more than just his cheeks.

His cock was hard, raw and red with need, and I reached out and cupped him gently, stroking my thumb through the drop of pre-cum at the tip. “We’re really doing this?” he whispered. “You’re okay with it?”

“Henry and I want it.” I smiled. “We’ll talk over the specifics later. For now, I’m okay with you and Henry getting what you need. If you’re both choosing this, I’m good with it.”

“We’re both choosing it,” he said.

Impulsively, I cupped the back of his head and drew his lips down to mine, getting lost for a minute in the unexpectedly tender, passionate kiss. He tasted like coffee and sex. I admitted to myself for the first time since I’d met my husband and his beautiful mess of a best friend that I wanted Jason. I yanked him closer, deepening the kiss, and he moaned softly as he explored my mouth.

A throat cleared behind us, and we jumped apart, glancing towards Henry. But he didn’t look mad, and I didn’t feel guilty. If anything, the tenting bulge in his loose pajama pants told me he’d enjoyed the kiss. Or that he was aroused by the spanking he was about to dole out. I knew my husband had a masochist side that I could never satisfy, but his arousal at the thought of spanking another man, spanking Jason, was new, and… oddlysexy. With a huff, Jason crawled across his lap and settled down, groaning softly as Henry stroked a hand over his ass.

“Mari, sit by his head, hold him,” Henry said. “This might hurt, so comfort him if he needs it.” I complied, coaxing Jason’s head into my lap, stroking my fingers through his silky, shoulder-length hair as Henry gave him a quick, hard swat. Then he ran his hand down between Jason’s cheeks.

“I’m not gay,” Jason muttered, and Henry swatted him harder, spreading and massaging his ass. Jason wiggled, pressing into Henry’s hands, and Henry spit on Jason’s hole and worked the moisture into his skin, circling his pucker until he whimpered. I wondered for a moment if Henry was getting too distracted from the spanking, but he swatted him again. Maybe pleasure was part of it.

“You’re not gay,” Henry said. “Like me, you’re probably somewhere on the spectrum of bisexuality. You want to fuck Mari as much as you want to ride my cock. Probably more.” Jason squirmed on Henry’s lap, and it seemed like he might have liked pretty much all of that. “I wonder if you’re attracted to other men, or just me.”

“I want to fuck Mari, not you,” Jason muttered, and that earned him a hard swat on each cheek. “God, why does that feel so right?” he moaned, rutting his hips against Henry’s thigh.

Henry smiled. “Mm, look at how hard that made you, thinking about me fucking this pretty little hole.”

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