Page 43 of Hanging Horseshoes

“EVERYONE OUT!” I shout over the music. Everyone seems to stop as one still no one is moving.

“You heard him! Out.” Ophelia has really found her voice and the woman have killed all doubt she isn't a strong badass woman. I love it and it just turns me on more.

“NOW!” That gets them moving and before long the bar is empty. Trip is still on the bar but now he has his hands on his hips and a smirk aimed our way. I turn the music down and start walking his way.

“What, you didn't like my moves?” He asks cockily.

“Oh we liked them a heck of a lot. Problem is so did everyone else in the state of Alabama.” Ophelia grumps from beside me. This man and this woman are going to keep me on my toes for the rest of my life. Its only fair if I do the same right? That’s where my next idea comes from.

“Honeybee. Strip.” I tell her not taking my eyes off Trip. His eyes move to her and he jumps down from the bar and starts to head her way.

“Nope, not you. You sit your ass in this chair and don't move until I tell you too.” I tell Trip. He raising as brow at me but the look on my face has him parking his ass.

I won’t cut him out completely but he is going to pay for that little stint.

“On the bar Honeybee spread those legs.” I command. Ophelia reacts to my tone as well immediately climbing on and doing what I say. I hear Trip growl from behind me as I take my cut and place it gently on the bar, then whip my own shirt off before putting my hat on my cut. Pushing my fingers through the front of my hair to make sure they stay out of my face I kneel and dive into heaven.

“Mother fucker… how wet is she?” Trip growls as Ophelia moans.

“Dripping. Bet you wish you could get a taste. Come for me Honeybee, I want Trip to watch it flow out.” I growl and it doesn’t take but three licks, a finger against her little rose bud and a hard suck on her clit before she’s exploding. I stand while she still suffers from the aftershocks but I’m not done yet.

I look over at Trip watching as he jacks his cock, wonder how long he lasts before he had to pull his cock out? Unfortunately my back was to him.

I watch him the whole time I walk around the bar, smirking as is antagonized and tortured face. He starts to stand but I shake my head.

“No.” Is all I say. He bares his teeth at me but still stays seated. He doesn't let go of his cock either but I’ll let him have it. Ophelia is finally breathing better after finishing though her head is still thrown back and she’s leaning back on her hands. She’s a fucking dream with her tits pushed high in the air.

“Lay back on the bar baby.” I whisper to her and when she does I help her roll over until her torso is on the bar, her head level with my dick, and her ass hanging in perfect view of Trip. He’s got a nice view of her ass and pussy. Let the torture begin.

“Put me in your mouth. Just the tip of your tongue baby. Only a taste for now.” I say to her and I stroke my cock as she sticks her tounge out. I let my seed drip onto the tip of her tongue and only when its coated do I let her take it back in.

“How do I taste Honeybee? Bet not nearly as heavenly as your pussy.” I stroker her hair as she moans from my taste.

“Now take me all the way to the back of your throat. I better feel it.” I demand, shoving myself into her mouth, no mercy. Just the way our sweet innocent little Ophelia loves it. I place my hand on her throat and test her. Waiting to see if she’s ready. When she moans around my cock I know she wants more.

“I can feel my cock sliding in and out of her throat, Trip. Fuck, she sucks like a damn hoover.” I hear him groan.

“Ah fuck Beau, I can see her clenching. Please, fuck, please let me in there.” Trip begs. That’s what I was waiting for. I’m not usually patient with with wrangling a bull you gotta learn to be patient and then pounce when you get your chance. This is my chance.

“You ever gonna pull that shit again?” I ask.

“Never,” He says automatically, meeting my eyes and showing me his seriousness.

“You are ours and that body belongs to us. You want me us here every weeknight thrusting for..” I start but my point has been made when his growl cuts me off.

“Over my dead body. I get it and I'm sorry to the both of you it won’t happen again.”

“Unless its a private show. I really really want to see you two on this bar dancing together.” Ophelia chimes in pulling off my dick. I smile but grab her by the nape of the neck and shove my cock back into her throat. She loves it when we’re rough with her and use her like our own fuck toy. To say I oblige is an understatement. I soak in that shit.

“Alright, go on. Ride her. Just know its more for her than it is for you. I don't want to keep punishing our woman by denying her. I’m still pissed at you.”

“Noted he gives me that charming smile as he stands and leaves his chaps and jeans on just leaving the zipper undone.

“I want you both at the same time. Please, I want to feel you. I can take it.” Ophelia quickly lifts from the bar. Trip looks at me lifting his brow in question and I nod. There is nothing I can deny my Honeybee but especially both her men.

“Fuck, Fee Fee youre pussy is pulling everything I got. I can't last any longer, you had me too worked up. I have to come.” Trip says pounding in and out, I keep his pace but can’t hold off any longer either. I push my finger between Trip and Opehlias and pinch her clit making her go off with us. Opehlia leans her forehead against Trip’s shoulder and somehow mine and Trip’s forehead end up connected.

“I can’t imagine not having the both of you in my life. You never once made me feel like a third wheel just a part of this bond. I can't wait to have seventy more years of this.” Trip says smiling softly.

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