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I grip his hair with my free hand, using it to help pull him up to me so I can lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue while Joey keeps feasting on my cock. After a moment, I pull away from Scotty, guiding him back down to kneel on the floor.

“Now, show my husband,” I suggest, my voice deep with lust. I maintain my grip on their hair as Scotty leans toward Joey, who pulls away from my dick to make out with him.

I love watching them together, almost as much as I enjoyed having both of their attention on my cock. There’s just something about getting to witness the man I love experiencing pleasure like this, from an outsider’s perspective, that turns me on even more. I also love being the one to drive him wild, but I can’t see the way his eyes flutter closed as he melts into a kiss if I’m the one kissing him. I would miss out on the way the corners of his mouth lift when Scotty whimpers if I was the only one in his bed.

Joey has always been the more responsible member of our relationship. The quieter of the two of us. He has to be so professional for so much of his life with work that I like to remind him to relax and enjoy things as often as I can. Getting to see him let go during sex, especially when we’re with someone else, fills me with immense satisfaction.

Eventually they turn their attention back to what’s left of the frosting. Each swipe of their tongues on my aching cock feels absolutely incredible, and when Joey moves to suck on my tip, I realize how close I am to coming just from this.

I pull him off. “Wait, love. I think we should move this upstairs.”

“No more frosting?” Scotty asks, sounding mildly disappointed.

“Well, I already finished in your talented mouth last night; I was hoping you might let me have a turn at your ass,” I explain.

“Fuck, yes.” Scotty jumps up and practically skips up the stairs.

I offer my hand to Joey to help him up from the floor as we both stand, leaning in to kiss him before we follow Scotty upstairs. He’s already naked, standing in the loft when we get there, his toned body on full display for us. “Not sure if you wanted me on the bed or…?”

He trails off, looking to me to direct him, and it thrills me that he puts his trust in me that way.

“Well, to start off, I thought maybe Joey could prep you while you continue to suck me,” I begin.

“Happy to,” Joey immediately agrees, and I turn to him.

“Not sure if the angle would work, but, Joey, I was hoping you might sit on my face while you do it? With Scotty’s ass toward you,” I suggest.

Joey chuckles. “Won’t know unless we try.”

“When you’re ready, Scotty can ride my dick, and you two can be facing each other while I continue to eat you out.”

Joey turns to Scotty. “Maybe I can suck your dick while you ride him?”

Scotty smirks. “I’m down for anything you both just said.”

I excuse myself for a moment to wash my dick in the bathroom to make sure it’s free of all icing, and when I come back, Scotty is helping Joey out of his clothes, both of them smiling as they do.

God, I love my life.

I lay down in the very middle of the bed, leaving some room above my head, and then I waggle my eyebrows at my husband. “Love, your seat is ready.”

Joey laughs and climbs onto the bed, kneeling over my head before carefully lowering himself down onto my face so that my mouth is lined up with his hole without actually putting his weight on me. He’s facing my feet, so I grip his hips in an attempt to pull him fully down onto me, but he laughs again, protesting as he continues to hover over me.

Hopefully he’ll forget all about being careful once my mouth is actually on him, so I drop my attempts and lick right over his entrance. Joey lets out a breathy moan as I continue to massage around his hole with my tongue. I’m not actually prepping him, which means my only goal is to make him feel amazing, so I gladly take my time licking different shapes around his hole without actually pushing in.

“Scotty, on your hands and knees over… Patrick’s stomach… ass up so I can prep you… while you suck his… dick,” Joey instructs through bated breath and moans.

Scotty gets into position, kneeling in front of Joey as Joey guides him where he wants before I hear the click of a lube cap.

“Oh, fuck,” Scotty moans before what I assume is Scotty’s warm mouth wraps around my cock, and I moan into my husband’s ass.

We’re all so connected; I feel like I’m suffocating in the pleasure of them, and I’ve never been happier as Joey starts grinding back against my face while I lick and suck his perfect hole.

The room echoes with the filthy sounds of my tongue on Joey’s entrance, Joey’s lubed fingers stretching Scotty for me, and Scotty giving what feels like his best effort to swallow me whole as he chokes on my cock. I lose myself in the pleasure of the moment while Joey murmurs encouragements to Scotty until he eventually comments, “Okay, baby, I think you’re ready for him.”

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My ass might be ready, but I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be prepared for these men. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter than what was happening downstairs, they suggested we move up to the bed for this glorious cowboy sixty-nine situation.