Page 19 of Opening It Up (Humbled Superstars #2)

Lily-Mae

N o matter what scheduling difficulties I had, Leopold and Brayden were always there to take any time I could give them.

“I’ve got an appointment to volunteer at the library doing a free yoga class for seniors in two hours. I had lunch and then afternoon tea booked back-to-back with both of you, but now I won’t be able to do that.”

“Arm wrestle you for it?” Brayden asked immediately, glancing over at Leopold.

The older man tapped a big finger on his suit.

“We could settle it like that. Or I could just give you $50,000 to run along and play with your action figures.”

“It wouldn’t be fair,” I protested. “I just won’t go on either date.”

“Miss a date?” Brayden complained. “I’m already dreading the three months being up and your husband getting all your time.”

He said “husband” like you would say “chicken pox outbreak.”

Poor Harley.

“We could. . .combine dates,” I said. “That’s the only way I see it could work.”

“But. . . I wanted to have sex,” Brayden protested.

“Exactly,” I said, crossing my arms and looking at both of them. “That’s the only way I can think of to fit two dates in.”

Leopold and Brayden both looked startled, but by the firm sets of their jaws I could also see neither man wanted to admit defeat.

“My office is quite a large space,” Leopold said after a moment. “I’m game if you are.”

“Well, game on, old man,” Brayden said hotly. “Lead the way to your lair. I just hope you can keep up with us.”

“Try not to be such an eager amateur,” Leopold retorted. “Being with a woman like Lily-Mae is a rare treat. So don’t go spraying your jizz all over five seconds in.”

My stomach flip-flopped with excitement as they each took one of my hands and guided me carefully between them and out of the café.

We walked past his receptionist and down the hallway to Leopold’s office.

Oh my god, was I really doing this? Letting two men pleasure me at the same time?

Well, absolutely.

I had a notion they’d work together very well. Eventually.

As soon as the door of his massive office shut behind us, both men fell on me, Brayden eagerly capturing my mouth while Leopold bent to the button at the back of my blouse.

“Gorgeous girl,” he murmured in my ear. “I cherish every moment with you.”

I felt my body heat up as Brayden cradled my face, his fingers delving deep into my curls to pull me closer.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, his mouth heated, his tongue tangling with mine.

The hard, taut lines of two masculine bodies in front of and behind me made me feel deliciously wanton.

Brayden’s big dick was pressing on my belly, while Leopold’s huge rod massaged my back.

My nipples began to peak and tingle, my bra feeling tight and uncomfortable.

Leopold began to undo my buttons one at a time, slapping Brayden’s hands away as he tried to go faster.

“Slow down, moron.”

Brayden pulled off his own suit jacket.

“Here, you can lie on this.”

“Put her on the floor? No, you fool, just clear off my desk.”

Brayden turned and with one big arm he swept the entire contents of Leopold’s desk onto the floor, sending memos, pens, and a laptop crashing onto the fluffy carpet.

“You can pick that up later, fucker,” Leopold said, but he picked me up and laid me reverently on the table.

My skirt pooled around my thighs and Leopold ran his hands up my legs as Brayden gently took one of my feet in his hand and gently removed my high heels.

“God, if there’s any woman who could give me a foot fetish,” he groaned. “Every part of you is just delicious.”

“I’ll make sure you come several times first,” Leopold said. “Make sure you’re ready for us both to take you.”

“We’ll both make sure you come several times,” Brayden corrected him.

And they bent to my pussy, pulling at my panties so hard the lacy fabric split.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs,” Leopold groaned.

Their broad shoulders crashed together as they both eagerly lapped at my pussy, their tongues both fighting for dominance on my clit. I felt Leopold’s finger press gently into my pussy, then Brayden’s follow.

The older man elbowed Brayden.

“Put it in her tight little asshole instead. I want to see our beautiful girl opened up and ready for us.”

Brayden grunted around my clit and obeyed.

The slick wet sounds of their worship were loud in the room, and I moaned, spreading my thighs as wide as I could to feel every sensation.

Suddenly, the door burst open and I looked up at the intruder through bleary, lust-drunk eyes.

It was Makayla, dressed in nothing but her frilly, lacy bra and panties, and she twirled to make sure everyone got a good view of her clapping cheeks.

“Feast on me!” she caroled, clutching the door frame and striking a pose, but it wasn’t the reception she was clearly expecting.

Because I was the one getting feasted on, with loud lascivious licks.

Leopold raised his head slightly from between my thighs.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled, and I heard the steel underneath the honeyed whiskey tones he usually reserved only for me. “ Get out .”

“Yes, get out of here, you little twerp,” Brayden added.

“I—thought you might want some of this,” Makayla said, gesturing down to her body.

“You thought wrong,” Leopold said coldly. “How did you get in here?”

“There was—I know where the receptionist keeps the key,” she said.

“Leave now. You’ll be hearing from me later.”

She turned but then her temper got the better of her and she stomped her foot.

“Why? You can’t tell me you don’t want some of this body ?”

“I don’t want any part of that body. Get that fucking shit out of my face,” Leopold said. “I’m calling security.”

“That was embarrassing,” Brayden said as she finally turned tail and ran down the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

But I forgot all about her as my body shook uncontrollably, my tits jostling up and down as I came loudly.

Then again. And again.

Until I felt like pure liquid gold.

Then they raised me on my knees and positioned themselves carefully in front of and behind me and I groaned at the pleasurable pressure of feeling the tips of two thick cock heads pressing at both entrances.

“Yes,” I breathed. “More. I can take it.”

“Slowly,” Leopold warned, as I felt his massive cock slide in inch by inch. “I want this to be pure bliss for you.”

“It is,” I breathed as Brayden grunted, licking a line of sweat up the back of my throat and carefully winding my hair in a bun.

“Don’t you dare come early, you fucker,” Leopold ordered.

“Worry about yourself,” Brayden snapped as he shifted positions behind me. “I’m not stopping halfway through for you to take a piss.”

Brayden’s dick in my ass stung, but after how many times I’d already come, it was a pleasurable pain as my asshole stretched for his whole cock to fill it.

“God, I can’t wait to see my cum filling this pretty little asshole,” he said as the two men began to move in tandem inside me in long, rolling strokes.

I felt deliciously overstimulated and sticky.

Suddenly the door swung open motherfucking again , and there was my husband.

“Honey?” Harley was calling and his face looked so hopeful, and I knew exactly what the spiteful little bitch Makayla had done, but it was too late to stop.

“She said you were in here?—"

With my husband’s horrified eyes glued on mine, I exploded in a long, ecstatic orgasm.

“Get out,” Leopold gritted at him.

Harley hesitated, his face looking pale, but then he stumbled down the hallway as both men released in me, their mouths eagerly kissing, licking, sucking every inch of my skin they could.

“Babe, are you sure you even want to go back to that?” Brayden said disapprovingly after they had cleaned up the condoms and patted my sticky, pleasured body down. “He looked like all chopped and weird in the face.”

I said nothing.

Harley had fucked around with an open marriage, and had found out what it meant to encourage his wife to date other men.

By the time I made it down to the front door, Makayla was stomping out in front of me, her face beet-red with rage, and all her possessions in a box clutched to her chest.

“Move that fucking gold-plated pussy,” she snarled at me.

“Maybe look for someone who isn’t married next time,” I said.

She growled in impotent rage and as we left the building I saw Harley on his knees on the ground.

“God, why do you have to get everyone ?” she wailed, and ran off with her tail between her legs to the car.

Harley looked like a tortured mess, and he was weeping openly.

“Sweetheart, I was a fool. An idiot not to appreciate what I had in front of me. Talking you into an open marriage was the single stupidest thing I’ve ever done and I am ashamed to say I lied to you and to myself.

I did want to have my cake and eat it too.

I never wanted to give you up but I also wondered if I was missing out on anything.

Now I know there could never be anyone for me but you. I am so so so sorry, Lily-Mae.”

“All right,” I said.

“Please, I beg of you, let’s call this open marriage thing off.”

“You want me to go back to one dick only?” I asked. “Why, it’s positively barbaric. It’s not the medieval era anymore, you know. I think we’re a little more enlightened now. Monogamy is a very repressive concept.”

He groaned. “I deserved that.”

“ You told me it would be lovely and so evolved to have new experiences.”

“I don’t want new experiences. I fucking hated it. I only want you.”

There were tears snarled in his dark lashes as he looked up at me.

“Do you forgive me? Please would you forgive me? I swear to God this was the stupidest mistake I ever made.”

My husband had fucked up. Massively. He had lied and let his ego run away with him. But I believed him. I knew he sincerely, deeply regretted his actions and would never do it again.

“We’ll see,” I told him. “Let’s re-evaluate at the end of the three months.”