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I let out a short, surprised laugh before I respond. “You two could probably do anything to me, and I’d thank you. Yes. Please kiss me.”

Patrick’s lips are on my neck in the next moment, lighting my skin on fire, the heat traveling straight to my gut. I let out a soft moan that Joey swallows as he cups my face with his hand before crashing his mouth to mine. He isn’t soft or hesitant. Joey kisses me like a man who’s waited fifteen years to taste me again. His tongue immediately pushes into my mouth, and I open up for him eagerly, trying to meet his enthusiasm with my own. We take turns exploring each other’s mouths as his husband trails wet, sloppy kisses up my neck and behind my ear.

Being surrounded by Patrick and Joey is even better than I remembered. I thought maybe after all of this time, I’d built up the experience in my head as more than it actually was, that maybe I’d imagined the pull to them I’ve always felt. But it’s stronger than ever.

Patrick shifts his attention to Joey’s neck, never dropping his hold on me, and eventually Joey pulls back from kissing me to catch his breath. Patrick’s large, rough palm moves to my cheek, quickly redirecting the angle of my face so he can bring his mouth to mine next. His kiss is more dominant than Joey’s; whereas Joey and I fought each other for control, Patrick’s firm lips and sure tongue immediately demand it. I happily let him take over, and I realize how much I enjoy the contrast between them without having a preference for one over the other. It’s interesting how different their kisses feel, how even if I were blindfolded, I’d immediately know whose mouth was on mine.

There’s a part of me that thrills at the idea of knowing these men so intimately, but I try to ignore that feeling and focus on their attention the same way I’m trying not to overthink the sleepover offer.

After talking it through with Tara, I was confident in my decision to come here for a fun week of hot sex. I tried to be a little flirty when I got into the car to set the tone, but then we spent hours talking like we used to, and I was reminded of how much I genuinely like these guys as people too, how much I enjoy being in their company even without sex involved. Part of me wants to resent Harry for questioning our friendship, even long distance, how he was annoyed whenever I’d mention them or text them and how that eventually led to me limiting my interactions with them, but I’m not wasting another second thinking about that man. He isn’t worth it.

When we pulled up to the cabin, I was feeling really great about my decision to come, but I was also fully anticipating that “third-wheel” feeling kicking in. They’ve never made me feel like one before, but a lot of time has passed. They’re married, and I respect that. I would never expect them to treat me the exact same way they do each other. I was definitely not expecting them to offer to have me stay in their room with them.

But just like I remember, they seem inclined to include me in everything. Joey moves to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me so he can grind his hard dick into my ass as he kisses my neck. Patrick continues to deeply kiss me with one hand gently cupping my face while the other tangles in my hair, gripping firmly at the back of my head to hold me in place.

“Are we even going to make it to the bedroom?” Joey asks, already sounding out of breath.

Patrick finally breaks our kiss, only pulling back slightly. His deep green eyes hold my gaze as he answers. “No, I don’t think we will. Do you still want to be between us, sweetheart? We have a lot of time this week to try out other arrangements, but we can start there if you’d like?”

My hard cock is already leaking in my pants from them kissing me. I’m sure I won’t last long if either of them actually touches it. I nod eagerly. “Between you, in front of you, under you, watching from the other side of the room. You tell me where you want me. I am thrilled to be here.”

He smirks, licking his lips. “My husband hasn’t shut up about your ass for fifteen years. Want to let him fuck you while I suck your dick, or would you rather we spit roast you again?”

My cock jerks at the thought of repeating that experience, and I respond the same way I did back then. “Second one.”

7

Scotty’s playful side is coming back out, and I love it.

I have so many memories of him flirting with us and volunteering to be our third all of those years ago, and even though that stopped after the first hookup, I’m glad to see that side of him again. Especially after he admitted that he felt like he lost his carefree side after years with his jealous ex. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. It’s always been easy for Joey and me to engage with other men because we have a mutual love and understanding for each other and our desires. We communicate openly and honestly about everything, and that doesn’t leave room for jealousy.

“On the couch. Naked,” I command, grinning to myself when both Scotty and Joey move. As Joey starts to walk past me, I stop him to steal a kiss. “Do you want to prep him before you fuck him, or do you want me to?”

“I will,” Joey says eagerly before tugging off his shirt.

“Enjoy yourself, love. I’ll grab the condoms and lube.”

My husband smiles warmly at me and makes his way over to Scotty, who’s already in the same tabletop position he was in all those years ago, on display with his hard dick jutting out from his body while he waits for us to stuff his holes.

I quickly grab the supplies and set them on the coffee table in front of us. The whole forest is getting a view of what we’re about to do to Scotty in front of the giant window wall, and the thought turns me on even more.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty hole,” Joey praises Scotty as he takes the bottle of lube and squeezes some on his fingers. He circles his rim before pushing in, and instead of getting right into position in front of Scotty’s face, I take a moment to enjoy watching my husband prep him.

Knowing how much he enjoys topping sends a thrill through me every time I watch him with another man, but especially now, because it’s Scotty, not some random third we just met. As Joey slowly breaches him with his fingers, Scotty lets out a filthy moan that has my cock twitching. I fight the urge to strip out of my clothes because I don’t want to miss a moment, but I give up on that idea quickly, removing everything as fast as I can to stroke myself to the sight in front of me. Most people might not think their husband knuckle-deep in another man’s ass is hot, but we’re not most people, and my dick is already leaking.

Joey and I met while he was finishing up his degree in Boston. He was in the closet but managed to hook up with enough men to know his preferences and that he’s vers. I tried bottoming for Joey in the beginning, but it’s never been for me. I’d hoped I’d like it more with him, and I guess I did because I knew he appreciated it. But it’s just not a position I enjoy being in. Joey promised me he was okay with bottoming in our relationship, but one perk of us playing with other people is that he gets to switch things up.

“That’s it, open him up,” I instruct while slowly stroking my cock. “Tell me how he feels?”

“So fucking tight. His ass is as incredible as I remember,” he confirms, and I bite my lip as I recall exactly what he’s talking about.

I imagine none of us will last long this first time, so even though I’m just as eager to get back inside of Scotty, I can be patient; we have all week. I want Joey to fuck him without worrying about me getting a turn. I walk over to kneel in front of Scotty now and tip his chin up to meet my eyes as I loom above him on the couch. “Your ass was perfect. You and my husband have the most perfect holes I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking. Do you want to find out what it’s like to be inside of him this week?”

Scotty gulps, blue eyes shining up at me, and fucking hell is this man somehow more attractive now than when we were in our late twenties. That shouldn’t be possible, but it’s true. “Yes,” he murmurs breathily as Joey continues to stretch him open, and his response makes Joey groan.

“Fuck yes, I want that, too,” Joey confirms. “Your ass is sucking my fingers in. I think you’re ready.”

“I am,” Scotty confirms.