A Change of Plans, Part 2

Read part one of this story here.

Both men began to take off their clothes•shoes, shirts, pants, and then socks tossed to the ground. Shaun had held onto his tie, though, and he slowly stalked over to me, and then, reaching where I sat, he shoved me onto the bed, quickly binding my wrists with the tie. I struggled a little, not out of fear, but just because that was what I always did when he tied me up•it added to the tension, the sexual energy filling whatever room we were in, naked and about to fuck. He’d bound me many times before, sometimes to four-poster beds, sometimes hog-tied, but even with the simplicity of my restraints this time, this had a delicious edge to it that the other times hadn’t. Now there were two men who could overpower me, my hands out of the mix, no way to fight back.

“There,” Shaun said, “much better.”

“Yes, much,” Harry replied. They were now both as naked as I was, but it was obviously they who held the power. After all, I was restrained. Completely helpless•they could now do whatever they wanted. Of course, that would’ve been the case even if my hands weren’t tied together, but they didn’t need to know that, did they?

Harry shifted me over to the middle of the bed, and tilted my head to the side, caressing it, then lifted it, placing it on his knee, and guided my mouth onto his cock. He began, gently, to slide it in and out of my mouth, and saliva began to pool in my mouth, a little running down my chin because he wasn’t giving me a chance to swallow. I rolled my eyes up just in time to see Harry kissing someone other than me for the first time. If I hadn’t already been wet•soaking wet•this would have caused quite the flood between my legs. The sight of Harry’s lips on Shaun’s, their eyes closed, the sight I’d pictured so many times when my vibrator was in the room instead of one of them, it was almost too much. And, oh man, did it ever measure up to my fantasies. As they kissed, Shaun reached down to my face, his thumb sliding across my cheek, gently, then gliding up the part of Harry’s cock that wasn’t in my mouth. I heard Harry moan, softly, into Shaun’s mouth. My pussy clenched, tightening like it did sometimes when some vision or sensation totally overtook me.

Harry and Shaun continued to kiss, and I had to admit, they looked a lot more into it than I had expected•not that that bothered me, not in the least. Then Shaun pulled away, and crawled down the bed, stopping with his head inches away from my pussy. He moved his face closer and closer, his hot breath practically sending tremors down my flesh. Then he shoved my legs apart, a single, deft movement, and I finally felt his tongue on me.

I practically lost track of Harry when Shaun began to slide his tongue up my slit•he’d always been so good at this. But then the sudden loss of what had been filling my mouth up until that moment brought part of my attention back to the upper half of my body, and back to Harry. He had removed his cock from my mouth, and was now on the bed to my right, moving down my body, stroking it here, kissing it there. Then the sudden pressure of his teeth on my right breast brought all my attention back to him, and I gasped and started to jerk away from his bite. Harry shoved me down onto the bed, and Shaun placed one hand on each of my thighs, and I was forced to just ride out the pain, to wait as the sensation headed further and further towards pleasure. Harry slowly removed his mouth, lifting his head, then caressed the spot where his teeth had been. “Something to remember me by,” he said, and I couldn’t help it•those words almost took me away from what we were doing, almost took me away from wanting anything sexual at all. But then he moved his lips to one of my nipples, flicking it with his tongue, and I quickly forgot any sense of sadness. Shaun had sped up, knowing just how to drive me down the home stretch, and the combination of a mouth on my nipple and a mouth on my clit was a sure bet•a combination I’d never experienced before, and one that was certainly an improvement only mouth at a time. After all, one mouth couldn’t suck on a breast and eat me out at the same time, and one body couldn’t bring me this much pleasure, all of this so very obvious to me now.

I felt that familiar build, the beginning of cresting the wave of an orgasm. The intensity built and built, until it burst out of me, a flood of sensation, and I wanted to verbalize how good it felt, to tell them how much pleasure the two of them had brought to my body, but only moans and cries escaped my lips. When the last shudders had left my body, Shaun rose from where he’d been, and kissed me, softly, on the lips. Then Harry did the same.

Those twin kisses were too much•I knew now that I couldn’t imagine living my life without Harry, and all these emotions cascading into my head, all these memories of the good things in our relationship. I couldn’t believe I’d thought I could choose one of them, though, because I wanted Shaun as well. What a greedy girl. And it was almost as if Harry read my mind, or maybe my face betrayed me, because he said, “You know, another thing Shaun and I talked about on the phone is that we’d be willing to share you. Shaun’s welcome to move in, to share our bed, to share your flesh, to…well, that is, if you’ll still have me.”

I didn’t have to think for a second. “Of course! I can’t believe…I’m sorry, Harry, I still love you. Very much. I thought…I thought I could only have one of you, I guess, and I’m so very sorry that I didn’t chose you, sweetheart.”

“I hoped that was the case. It’s how the world programs us, to think we have to choose between two people, to think we can’t have them both. And I have to say, you have good taste. Shaun is someone I’d be delighted to share you with.”

“Thanks,” Shaun said, grinning.

They both lay next to me, then, for what must have been hours, but it felt like mere seconds, the only interruption being the occasional brush of their skin against mine, a tactile reminder of how blessed I was. And they say you can’t have it all•I beg to differ.


Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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