Page 110 of Undone

For a couple of nights, they went as far as finding a resort guest willing to join them. They only let one man fuck Erin—wearing a condom, of course—before they decided that neither could tolerate it. Ford and Dylan quickly discovered they had a limit to sharing her, even though she didn’t seem to have any issue when it came to sharing her men.

On another night, they invited a male guest to play with them in their favorite playroom, the impact room. Dylan and Ford took turns turning that man’s ass so red that the next morning during breakfast service, he still couldn’t sit down.

That was a fun night. Ford had used a tawse on the man and didn’t have to hold back as much as he normally did when he used it on Erin. When Ford got around to finally fucking the guest, the man’s ass was on fire. Amazingly enough, he still begged for more.

Unfortunately, at the time, Ford had been at his own breaking point. Especially since in the same room, Erin was bound to the St. Andrew’s cross, facing away from them. Dylan was using a braided loop cable slapper on her, a new toy—andsoon to be in his top ten favorites—that packed a punch. The leather was braided in a loop around a metal cable and, with the right touch, left such delicious marks on the person receiving the strikes.

At the time, watching Dylan work her and hearing her ecstatic reaction to each blow almost made him lose it. Add in the fact, once she was quivering and dripping down her own thighs, Dylan removed the plug from her ass and replaced it with his cock.

This all resulted in a memory Ford wouldn’t soon forget.

He doubted the resort guest would forget it, either.

His grip tightened on his erection as he continued to tug. Cupping his balls with his free hand, he squeezed them to the edge of pain.

He lost himself in the sounds coming from the other two thirds of their triad. The sharp slap of skin-to-skin contact, Dylan’s deep grunts and Erin’s answering gasps and whimpers. While doing so, Ford also fantasized about fucking Dylan at the same time their lover fucked Erin.

They’ve done it a few times but neither Dylan or Ford lasted long when they did. They both agreed that next time the men would take turns eating Erin out first until she came at least twice so she wouldn’t have to get herself off as her men laid collapsed on the bed next to her, trying to gather their wits.

Ford now jerked his cock so quickly the motion became a blur. He debated whether to just blow in his own hand or all over Dylan’s ass.

Erin’s face was another possibility.

Or he could dive right in after Dylan was done and add his load to the mix.

The options were endless.

When his head fell back and cracked against the headboard, the action next to him jerked to a stop. With a wince, Fordopened his eyes to see both heads turned in his direction and one side of Dylan’s mouth pulled up. “We wake you?”

Ford answered, “I sleep like the dead but apparently I’m more of a zombie type of dead than an actual corpse.”

Amusement tinged Dylan’s invitation, “You could join in.”

“I could, but right now I’m enjoying the show. Continue.”

Dylan tipped his head toward Ford’s lap. “You’re ruining my concentration.”

Ford cocked an eyebrow. “Like you ruined my sleep?”

“I love watching Erin’s face in the throes of ecstasy, but I also enjoy watching you masturbate.”

Ford could have said the exact same thing. “And this is a problem?”

“Yes. Do me a solid by slipping in behind Erin. This way I can watch you jerk off and see her beautiful face at the same time.”

His first instinct was always to push back on any of Dylan’s suggestions or demands since they still bumped heads more often than not. The push and pull they had made sex between them extra spicy. Sort of like makeup sex after a fight, when that hot emotional energy was turned into physical energy.

It was no surprise that Dylan did certain things—like fucking Erin right next to a sleeping Ford—to get a reaction from him. They still tried to “one up” each other on occasion. They considered the competition healthy as long as it didn’t cause jealousy. Erin always ended up the winner, of course.

But this time, Dylan’s idea was a good one, so he slipped behind Erin by putting his back to the headboard and spreading his thighs wide enough so Erin had room to recline between his legs and use his thigh as a pillow. But that also meant he needed to be extra careful with his stroking so he didn’t accidentally punch her in the face in his enthusiasm.

Grabbing Erin’s hips, Dylan jerked her back to where he wanted her and slammed his cock deep again.

Their eyes met over the woman they shared as Dylan thrusted hard enough to make Erin jerk against Ford. With one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, Ford continued to stroke, squeeze and pull while with the other, he snagged one of her nipples and twisted it hard.

Erin hissed out an encouraging, “Yessss…”

He tipped his eyes down from Dylan to her. “Yes, what?”

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