Her Husband's Army Buddy (McLeod Security Book 1) Read online

  “We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.”

  Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.

  “Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.” Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher.

  Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.”

  The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her husband’s immediate response.

  “Your wish is my command, Sir.”

  Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know she’d done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection pushing against her ass.

  Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge. While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length, and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.

  Heavily veined, Sean’s magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum.

  She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zane’s grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length.

  “Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.

  Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints, and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her husband’s leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over.

  A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.

  “No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or we’ll leave you hanging.”

  Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking.

  “Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look at me, pet.”

  Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned.

  “Please, I need to, please.”

  Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.

  “What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply.

  “Please, so close, I … God…”

  She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.

  “So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?”

  Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill.

  “So very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”

  ****

  Zane swore, and Sandy gasped, as Zane’s cock jerked painfully at Sean’s words.

  To see the man he loved on his knees between his wife’s legs was such a fucking turn-on and that was without Sandy’s reply.

  “Please, I don’t care which. I just need to come.”

  Sean licked along Sandy’s slit, and the appreciative noises he made proved too much for Zane’s restraint.

  “Make her fucking come and then fuck me already. I need you in me.”

  Sandy murmured something unintelligible before she went stiff and started to shake in the unmistakable tremors of an orgasm. He let go of her wrists and wrapped his arm around her waist instead to keep her upright, as her knees went from under her, and she writhed against Sean’s mouth. Sean kept up his attention to Sandy’s glistening cunt, until she slumped against Zane with a small content sigh. Only then did Sean scramble to his feet and kiss Zane. His wife’s sweet, familiar musk mixed in with Sean’s masculinity as Zane kissed him back, dimly aware of Sandy slipping out from between them. The sounds of the shower came on, and Sandy’s hesitant voice broke through the haze of arousal he found himself in, as her hands tugged at the waistband of his trousers.

  Sean pulled away from the kiss with a muttered curse, and when Zane opened his eyes it was to see his Sir studying him, while Sandy did her best to get him naked. He tried to push her hands away, but the little minx was having none of it.

  “If you two are going to fuck, you need to get naked and into that shower, I reckon … Sir.” The added title made him grin, and Sean, too, shook his head. His blue eyes twinkled in both amusement and lust.

  “Oh, you’ll pay for that sass later, pet, but for now I’ll agree with you. I’ll want you in the shower, too, though. Tied up so that you can’t get yourself off while you watch us.”

  Sandy’s sharp intake of breath matched Zane’s as all sorts of deliciously kinky scenarios bombarded his brain.

  Sandy’s hand faltered mid tugging Zane’s trousers down, and he finished the job for her, while kicking his shoes off and yanking his shirt over his head. The buttons went pinging off in all directions in his haste to divest himself of his remaining clothes, and when he at long last stood naked in front of his Sir and his wife, he breathed a sigh of relief.

  Through the steam filling up the wet room he could see the flush of arousal on his wife’s skin, as well as the marks of Sean’s possession.

  Seeing the fingerprints, little bites, and the emerging stubble rash on Sandy’s delicate, pale skin should have sent him into a frenzy of jealousy. Would have done so in an instant had they been caused by any other man. Now, here, in this moment they only added to the hotness of the situation, not least because Sandy was here to share this moment of reconnection between him and
Sean.

  He tore his gaze away from her wide-eyed expression and smirked up at Sean.

  “I like your thinking, Sir, but if she’s coming in there with us, the shoes and stockings will have to go.”

  “More’s the pity, but I agree. Your wife looks fucking hot like that, Zane. I trust you have something in that shower to keep her tied up and helpless for us while I claim your ass.”

  Sandy’s mouth opened in a silent O while Zane laughed and nodded.

  “Sure thing. There’s a suspension bar in there and a spreader which should work nicely.”

  Sean nodded while Sandy mumbled her denial and tried to step away from them. Silly girl.

  Sean was on her before she got very far.

  “No is not your safeword, pet. Now be a good girl and hold still for us while Zane gets you naked and tied up for our mutual pleasure.”

  Between them they divested Sandy of her remaining clothing, and Zane loved the little mewls of excitement, which she didn’t seem to be aware of making. It also gave him pause for thought, as he knelt under the hot stream of water to fasten the spreader bar between his wife’s ankles while Sean secured her wrists in the suspension cuffs linked to the bar dangling from the ceiling. When had been the last time he’d heard those sounds? When was the last time they had properly scened like this? Too wrapped up in their work and the nitty-gritty of everyday life they’d—if not lost this part of themselves—put it on the back burner. Sandy regularly brought home her work as teacher, and with his business booming, he’d worked longer and longer hours, leaving them both too knackered to be up for anything bar a quick fuck. Even that hadn’t happened that often lately, certainly not since Sean had reappeared in his life.

  Guilt gripped Zane in a stranglehold, as he looked up his wife’s voluptuous body. Rivulets of water cascaded over her amazing rack, drawing attention to the large areolae, and her big, tight nipples begging to be clamped. As though Sean had read his mind, he produced the clamps Zane also kept in his little box of tricks in this room. He ran the cool metal over her buds, while he looked toward Zane for confirmation.

  He nodded at the man while straightening up and cupping Sandy’s boobs in his hands.

  “Give your Sirs a color, baby girl, and breathe in while Sean attaches the clamps.”

  Sandy gasped and threw her head back, as the first clamp went on easily enough.

  “Green, oh God, oh God, it hurts so good.”

  Sean smiled, adjusted the tightness, and sucked her other tit into his mouth briefly while maintaining eye contact with Zane.

  Such a fucking turn-on.

  Zane swallowed hard past his closed-up throat, as emotion swamped him. While Sean and he had shared many a woman back in the day, this meant so much more. He could only hope and pray that Sandy would agree to more than this one time. Zane wanted it all, the three of them together.

  Maybe that made him a selfish bastard, though looking at Sandy in the throes of pleasure/pain as Sean attached the other clamp and then kissed her, before he kissed Zane, this just felt right. The slap to his ass stung, and groaning, he allowed Sean to turn him around to face the tiles.

  “Now, for you, my sweet boy.”

  Sandy murmured something unintelligible, not that he had it in him to pay too much attention to his wife right now. It was enough to know she was there with him, watching, her breaths getting heavier in her excitement.

  Sean crowded him against the wall, kicked his legs apart, and placed Zane’s arms high above his head against the slippery tiles.

  “Keep those right there, my boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  A bite to his shoulder made him groan, and then he forgot to think altogether because Sean grasped Zane’s cock and ran his thumb through Zane’s weeping slit.

  “So fucking eager, aren’t you? Tell me you want me to sink balls deep into your ass while your wife watches us.”

  “Oh fuck.” Sandy’s hoarse exclamation matched his own feelings, and he pushed his hips forward to gain more friction from Zane’s fist wrapped around his shaft.

  “Please, it’s been too long.”

  Sean rested his head between Zane’s shoulder blades, and his Sir’s breath felt cool against his overheated skin.

  “That it has, my sweet boy.”

  Sean withdrew, and Zane’s denial swelled up inside him, until he saw Sir reach down into the box and pull out the lube and condoms. The action treated both Zane and Sandy to the perfect view of Sean’s ass, and Zane’s cock twitched. One day soon he would claim that delicious butt again, but for now he wanted his Sir inside him, to feel his hole stretched and claimed.

  Sandy yanked on her restraints while making the most cock-hardening sounds ever, and when her gaze collided with his, the lust, love, and utter trust that shone back at him made the words tumble out of his mouth.

  “I love you, both of you.”

  Sean froze mid straightening up, while Sandy’s eyes went wide and filled with tears.

  “I love you, Sir.”

  Sean swore softly and looked between them as though he was debating something, and it was Sandy who got him to move in the end.

  “Please, don’t stop, Sir. Zane needs you, and I want to see him happy.”

  Zane’s throat closed up in so much emotion he could barely breathe, especially when Sean closed the distance between Sandy and him and kissed her.

  This wasn’t just any kiss. The ones they’d shared before had been full of passion, hard, frantic one might say, but this one was tender, tentative, as Sean coaxed Sandy’s plump lips with his tongue. When she opened to him, he cradled her nape as though she was as precious to him as she was to Zane. Zane’s breaths turned as harsh as the couple’s he was watching, and when Sean eventually pulled away with a bite to Sandy’s bottom lip, she was whimpering in need.

  “You’re an amazing woman, pet, and I want us all in this together.”

  Her lips trembled in unspoken emotion, and it took every ounce of self-control Zane possessed to not take her in his arms and to kiss her senseless. Only Sean’s renewed presence at his back kept him anchored, as the other man turned off the shower. Their combined breathing filled the sudden silence. The pop of the lube lid coming off pitched Zane right back into the fevered, anticipatory state he’d been in, ever since Sean had walked into their living room and he’d witnessed the instant chemistry that had sprung up between Sean and Sandy.

  While deep down he’d hoped for this, he’d not thought it possible in real life. Was that why Sean and Sandy had never met before now? The temptation to initiate something like this would have been too great, and there should only ever be two people in a marriage, not three. At least, that’s what he’d always thought. Now he wasn’t too sure on that. This felt too right.

  Sean’s lubed fingers probed at his asshole, and Zane let out a shaky breath, while Sean murmured encouragement as he added another finger.

  “Relax, my boy. Fuck, you’re tight. How long has it been?”

  “Not since you, Sir.”

  Sean’s probing digits stopped, and the burn ceased. Over the blood rushing in his ears, he just about heard Sandy’s croaked words.

  “Jesus, don’t stop now. He needs you, Sir.”

  He could feel Sean’s smile in the kisses he dropped on Zane’s neck, before he slapped his ass with enough force to make him stagger forwards.

  “Change of plan, buddy. I’m going to fuck your ass while you sink that big cock of yours into your wife’s sweet cunt.”

  “Oh God!” Sandy’s impassioned plea was music to Zane’s ears, as he hastened to comply with this plan. Dimly aware of Sean pulling on a condom, he stepped behind his sweet Sandy and grasped her hips.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby girl.”

  “Please, just do … oh.”

  Sandy hissed her approval and popped her butt out as much she could, while he lined his hard dick up with her sopping wet pussy and thrust home.

  Her internal muscles gripped him lik
e a warm, wet fist, fluttering around him in a way which told him it wouldn’t take much for her to go over. In truth, he wouldn’t last long, not with the blunt pressure against his own ass, as Sean pushed slowly past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Fuck, I missed you. Relax, let me in. That’s it. So fucking good.”

  Sean reached past them with one arm, grasped hold of Sandy’s shoulder, and pulled out of Zane almost all the way only to slam back in again. The action rocked him deeper into his wife, and Sandy started to pant and moan. Zane wasn’t far behind her, as Sean repeated that move, and pleasure burst out from the contact, intense, immediate, all-consuming, as the three of them set up a haphazard thrust and retreat system that had his own release boiling to the surface in record time. Sandy’s sweet cunt milked his cock in rhythmic ripples as she teetered on the edge of her climax. Sir’s possession of his ass awakened every nerve ending he possessed. Sean’s growls and grunts in his ear, which matched the animalistic sounds coming out of Zane’s mouth… It was all too much.

  So much fucking pleasure as his balls drew tight.

  “Don’t you fucking dare, not until she has.” Sean grumbled his instruction in his ear, as he pulled out and then slammed back into him. The action ricocheted Zane so deep inside his wife, she screamed. It all proved too much.

  “Fuck, yeah, come for us, Sandy, now. I … argh.” Zane just about managed to get those words out, as Sandy’s release triggered his own. Zane saw stars as he emptied himself deep inside his wife’s body, while Sean stiffened behind him and pulled out.

  Chapter Four

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  That one word bounced around Sean’s head, as he pulled out of the tight clasp of his lover’s ass, yanked off the condom and emptied himself over Zane’s delectable buns and his wife’s hips. A never-ending stream of cum that marked his subs in the most primitive way possible. Not that either one of them seemed aware of it right now. Zane held onto his wife as though his life depended on it, and Sean braced a hand on the tiled wall to catch his breath.