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Maggie pushed them away roughly and lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide. “My turn,” she told them, her voice throaty with need.

Clearly they both knew what she wanted, but Phillip and Jonathan stared at one another while they tried to decide who would be the lucky man. Maggie took the decision out of their hands.

“Both of you,” she purred, raising her arms over her head languidly and gripping the headboard,

“together.”

Immediately Phillip’s pulse began to race. He loved licking Maggie’spussy, she was so sweet and creamy. But to do it with Jonathan, he’d never done anything so intimate with him before. Well, before tonight, before Maggie had sucked them both, touched them to each other. The memory made him shiver, and gooseflesh rose on his arms as he looked down and saw Jonathan already there at Maggie’s mound, his beautiful mouth and clever tongue hard at work.

“Phillip,” Maggie moaned, “please, darling, put your mouth on me with Jonathan, please.” He couldn’t deny her—didn’t want to. He lay down slowly and as his head came next to Jonathan’s, the other man stopped and pulled away from his feast, turning to stare at him. Jonathan’s eyes were black with desire, his pupils dilated, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his brow. He was fully aroused again. Phillip knew this without looking, he recognized the signs.

Phillip leaned in and slowly licked along Maggie’s crease. When he was done Jonathan leaned in and the two simultaneously licked along the lips on each side of her slit. Maggie sobbed and her hips bucked.

Phillip placed his hand on her stomach to keep her still at the same time Jonathan slid his hand under her bottom to raise her to their mouths. Between them, the two men controlled her, and she sobbed and gripped the headboard as they licked and sucked her.

Finally Phillip could stand it no longer and he deliberately stuck his tongue in Maggie’s passage alongside Jonathan’s. His tongue slid down Jonathan’s, his movement as much a stroking of Maggie’s soft flesh as it was a kiss with Jonathan. Maggie shouted out at the feel of both men filling her, pleading for more.

Jonathan froze at the contact and Phillip continued to stroke andkiss both him and Maggie with his tongue. His hand came up and slid across Jonathan’s back, causing Jonathan to moan. Maggie called out Jonathan’s name in response.

After that their play became even more intense, Phillip and Jonathan devouring Maggie yet all the while tangling their own tongues around one another’s at every opportunity. Maggie’s sobs at an intense climax registered but didn’t slow them down. As she trembled in the throes of her release, Phillip moved his mouth up to suck and lick her swollen pearl, so that just as she began to relax her body arched and she cried out again. As she came back down she suddenly gave a deep groan and bucked so hard Phillip had to let her go. He looked down and saw Jonathan’s hand buried between her legs, two of his fingers
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tunneling into her anus, lubricated by her own juices.

“God yes,” she groaned breathlessly, “yes. I want you both, I want you now.”

Phillip slowly pushed himself up to his knees, where he could watch his two lovers. He was having a hard time concentrating. He was so aroused his cock hurt, his skin was so sensitive he could feel the air moving about in the room as if fine cool fingers caressed him. All he could think was soon—soon he and Jonathan would be inside Maggie together. All his dreams were coming true. He wanted to pleasure Maggie, watch her lose control as they both loved her. At the same time he wanted to caress and love Jonathan. His fingers tingled with the need to touch Jonathan’s smooth, hard, fiery skin.

He watched Jonathan press another finger into Maggie, watched her take it with the same joy she’d always welcomed him there, and he nearly wept. After all this time, they’d won. They’d broken through her defenses, brought out this wild, sensual creature, and she loved them. She wanted them. God, did she know what that meant to them? How much they loved her for her acceptance, her passion?

Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed Maggie under her arms, pulling her up in front of him.

He vaguely noticed Jonathan scramble out of the way as he pulled his fingers from Maggie. She whimpered at his desertion, but Phillip didn’t give her time to feel bereft. He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her close, so close he could scarce tell where he ended and she began.

“Maggie, I love you, I love you so much,” he whispered before he crushed his lips to hers, trying to show her what he was unable to express in words. She clutched his head, her hands buried in his hair as she kissed him back as passionately as he was kissing her.

Phillip pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, his need to be inside Maggie suddenly inexplicably urgent.

“I can’t wait,” he groaned, “now, now.”

Maggie was breathless, writhing with her passion, trying to crawl inside Phillip. She wrapped one leg around his waist, her arms around his neck, and thrust against the hardness standing long and hot against his stomach. “Please,” she begged shamelessly, “please.”

“Jonathan,” he gasped, holding Maggie back. Some last semblance of sanity made him remember that Jonathan should enter Maggie first, so they didn’t hurt her.

Jonathan was there, his cock already thick with the sweet-smelling cream Phillip loved to use for just this purpose. He tucked himself in close behind Maggie and she moaned,gripping Phillip tighter at the same time her head fell back to rest on Jonathan’s shoulder.

“What do you want, Maggie?” Jonathan whispered hotly, his breath fanning across her cheek to touch Phillip’s face with its heat. Phillip shivered with Maggie, and her words were echoed in his head.

“Fuck me, Jonathan, please, God, fuck me,” she whispered back, her tone both pleading and somehow demanding.

Jonathan complied. He pulled his hips away and adjusted Maggie against Phillip before gliding forward again, the motion smooth and firm. He kept one hand on the leg Maggie had wrapped around Phillip’s waist, holding it there, holding her open for him. Maggie cried out as he entered and her nails dug into Phillip’s shoulders. The sting went straight to his cock as his senses were overloaded with a memory of sliding into that sweet, soft passage himself.

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“ Mmmm,” Jonathan moaned almost to himself, and Phillip’s eyes were drawn to the other man’s face.

Jonathan had closed his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and his face showed intense concentration and satisfaction. Tears sprang to Phillip’s eyes as he realized how much he’d missed seeing that look on Jonathan’s face. Christ, he was so emotional tonight.

“So good, Phillip,” Jonathan whispered as if he didn’t have the voice to speak louder. “Share it with me, Phillip, share this feeling.” Jonathan’s hand reached out and grasped Phillip’s elbow, pulling him closer to Maggie.

Phillip laughed shakily and wrapped his arm more firmly around Maggie, pressing it more firmly against Jonathan’s hard stomach. He was nearly weak with desire. He’d never been this affected sharing a woman before, but it was Maggie, dear God it was Maggie. “Yes,” he told Jonathan, “yes, I’m coming.”

He bent his knees and fit his cock against Maggie’s wet entrance. He took his time gliding into her sheath, so tight, God. The pressure from Jonathan’s cock made Maggie tighter than she had been on their wedding night, and Phillip shivered as he pushed inch by inch into her narrowed channel. Jonathan’s hand still gripped his arm, and the deeper he slid into Maggie the harder Jonathan held him.

Phillip forced himself not to look at Jonathan, and the deprivation itself was a kind of arousal. He closed his eyes and concentrated on just his sense of touch and smell. He stopped for a moment to savor those.

He could smell Maggie, the subtle scent of roses and spice in her perfume, the honeyed musk of her arousal. And the way she felt, her skin so soft and warm. In his mind he pictured the small constellation of freckles on her shoulder and blindly bent his head, finding the spot unerringly with his lips. The movement pushed him deeper and Maggie gasped as his attention was diverted to the way she felt wrapped so tightly around his cock. Inside she was smoother, softer than her skin, she felt like hot, wet silk, clinging to his hardness as he glided through. And he could feel Jonathan, Christ, he could feel him. Jonathan was so big he filled Maggie’s ass completely. Phillip could actually feel the beat of Jonathan’s pulse through the thin wall separating them inside Maggie. He could feel the heat and throb of him and felt his own pulse beat in rhythm.

In one great thrust he seated himself fully, and both Maggie and Jonathan cried out. The sound of their voices raised together in the pleasure that Phillip was giving them made him come undone. He pulled out and thrust in again and again, needing to hear them gasp and moan his name, and they did. After several minutes, Phillip became aware of Jonathan’s hand stroking his arm and shoulder and finally gripping the back of his neck. He stopped and was surprised at his own breathlessness, his own loss of control.

Maggie clung to him, held up by his and Jonathan’s arms, weak with passion and Phillip’s aggressive lovemaking.

“Phillip,” Jonathan said quietly, breathlessly. “You’ve got to slow down. Work with me, make love to Maggie with me,” he pleaded, kneading the tense muscles in Phillip’s neck.

“Don’t stop,” Maggie cried out, her arms tightening around him, “oh God, don’t stop. You feel so good.

Love me, darlings, love me.”

Phillip felt the surfeit of emotion he’d been battling all evening rise at their words. He buried his lips in the curve of Maggie’s neck, relaxed back into the pressure of Jonathan’s hand. “I love you both so much,”

he said, appalled at the tremor in his voice.

“Yes, yes,” Jonathan said, his own voice unstable. “Now, Phillip, please, now.” Jonathan followed his plea with a slow withdrawal from Maggie and then a deep thrust. It was Phillip’s turn to gasp with her.

“Find my rhythm, Phillip, help me,” Jonathan groaned, and Phillip forced himself to move, to break out of
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the spell he’d been in and fuck Maggie properly with Jonathan.

Thus began a dance the two men remembered well. One thrust while the other slowly withdrew, again and again, until Maggie was delirious with the pleasure, sobbing and moaning, begging for release with one breath and pleading with them never to stop in the next. Always, however, she wanted harder, faster, deeper . She took them as if shewere born for it, for them, and Phillip knew she had been. As their passion rose, he knew that Maggie was his fate as surely as Jonathan had been. She was the woman who had brought them peace and would bring them, finally, to each other.

The thought brought Phillip’s eyes to Jonathan, and he could feel the heat, the purpose in his own gaze.

He caught the other man looking at him with the same heat. He didn’t allow himself to think, he just reacted. He moved his head until his mouth was a mere breath away from Jonathan’s. Maggie’s head rested on his shoulder, and over the spill of her beautiful hair down his chest, he leaned in and let his lips rest on Jonathan’s softly. He applied no pressure, just rubbed against him with a small twist of his head, and he saw Jonathan’s eyes close. He slid his lips along Jonathan’s again, and the other man’s rhythm faltered—the merest hesitation, but Phillip felt his surrender. Suddenly he felt Jonathan’s tongue lick along his own lips, and Phillip pressed his mouth against Jonathan’s, open and seeking, not allowing him to retract his tongue but instead sucking it into his mouth as he plunged his own into the heat of Jonathan’s mouth.

Jonathan’s moan of pleasure was deep and Phillip felt it resonate throughout his own body, coming to a throbbing halt in his cock, buried in Maggie’s sweet, hot depths. This, this was the way it was meant to be. He ate at Jonathan’s mouth, sucking, biting, tasting every corner, and it was everything he’d dreamed of, everything he’d wanted but denied himself all these years.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
, he thought,
you brought us together,
you
have given me this
. He began to thrust faster and harder, and Jonathan matched his pace.

“Oh God, Phillip, Jonathan,” she moaned, “yes, love me, love each other.” At her words, Phillip felt a thrill of triumph. Maggie wanted this, wanted them and wanted them to have each other, his beautiful, passionate wife. He kissed Jonathan harder and moved his arms so that he embraced them both, gripping the firm muscles of Jonathan’s back and shivering with pleasure as he felt them move and flex with each thrust in Maggie, against his own cock.

Jonathan was as lost as Maggie to Phillip’s passion. His head was turned so that his mouth was lower than Phillip’s, and he was dominated by the other man’s desire. He let Phillip lead the kiss, let Phillip have his way with his mouth as they both fucked Maggie furiously. Jonathan’s hands reached up around Maggie and he clutched at Phillip’s back, pulling him closer.

Suddenly Jonathan tore his mouth from Phillip’s with a groan. Phillip growled in frustration, immediately seeking his soft lips and sweet tongue again, but Jonathan resisted.

“Maggie,” Jonathan ground out shaking his head and trembling. “Maggie.”

Phillip growled again, and Maggie whimpered as she felt his thrusts increase in depth and force. Jonathan lowered his forehead to Maggie’s shoulder and kept pace, his head still shaking.

“Maggie is getting all that I have to give, Jonathan,” Phillip whispered, “everything I want or need is here, in both of you.”

“Yes,” Maggie whispered, and Phillip wasn’t sure if she’d heard his words, or if she was responding to the hard fuck she was receiving. He didn’t care. She and Jonathan were close to the rapture only he
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