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Friday, September 7, 2001, 12:30 a.m.
Trisha tossed and turned under her bedsheet, having kicked the blanket off as soon as her boys got out of bed. A thin layer of perspiration coated her body, and her back and hips hurt. As she turned on her left side, the smell of lavender from the essential oil diffuser on the nightstand filled her nostrils. Tommy had suggested the scent aided relaxation, but it wasn’t working for her. As she shoved a pillow between her knees, Ken strolled into the bedroom. She eyed him longingly as she pulled back the top sheet to invite him to rejoin her. “Thanks.”
“For what?” He asked while pulling his t-shirt off over his head. She admired his firm chest and tight abdominal muscles. He wasn’t as tall and brawny as Tommy, but Ken’s body was lean and well-defined. He also had a beautiful face with long eyelashes. This morning, he hadn’t bothered slicking back his hair into a professional coif. Instead, his silky, raven-colored locks hung loose around his face, covering his forehead and framing his dark eyebrows and silver-gray eyes.
“For driving Tommy to the airport and letting me sleep.”
Ken nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Instead of answering, she probed, “How did the ride go?”
He shrugged. “Fine, I guess. It was sort of...”
“Quiet?” She studied his expression, determined to find out what had triggered the men’s loss of synergy.
Ken shed his athletic shorts. As he bent over to pick them up off the floor, she lifted her head and took a gander, propping up on her elbows as she leered at his sexy ass clad only in bottom-hugging, boxer briefs. She licked her lips, wishing she was nimble enough to crawl to him on her hands and knees and peel his underwear off with her teeth. Ever since her tryst with Tommy, she’d wanted to even the score plus Ken’s fine form had her yearning for more loving.
“Yeah, there wasn’t a lot of conversation. He’s been acting weird the last couple of days.” Ken shrugged.
Trisha raised an eyebrow and sat upright. When they were in college, Ken managed a 4.0-grade point average while taking a full class load, including physics, advanced calculus, and computer forensics, but he was hopeless at deciphering body language and emotional signals. Clearly, he had no idea how hurt Tommy had been feeling. What am I going to do with him? Subtlety wasn’t going to work. “Alright cowboy, cut the shit. What happened between you two the day of our ultrasound?”
Ken crawled under the bedspread and snuggled close to her. “Nothing really, just the usual Tommy ridiculousness.”
She sighed. “I’m going to need you to be more specific.” Her tone hinted at her resolve. She was going to claw to the bottom of this conundrum come hell or high water.
Ken looked up at the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh, his cheeks taking on the honey-glow hue Trisha recognized as a sign of embarrassment. “He did some stupid stuff. I went along with it, but you know him. He finally took it too far, and I told him off.”
She pressed her index finger into his chest and stared at him. “Don’t hold back on me.”
“Ugggrrr.” Ken grimaced. “I guess he was starting to get desperate. He came on to me, which was...okay, but then...” He paused, shaking his head and looking away.
Her heart skipped a beat as excitement filled her belly all the way up to her chest. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. “Go on.”
‘Trish, it’s humiliating.” He scowled.
“Oh, hell no—I’ve swallowed your cum. You don’t get to act shy or be embarrassed around me.”
He raised his eyebrows seductively, grinning. “I guess you got me there. Okay, there was some kissing and touching...and then, I wasn’t expecting it...he took me by surprise. Before I really knew...I was in too deep.”
“Ken!” Trisha knitted her eyebrows, insistence in her voice.
“He blew me.”
She gasped. “Damn it! I missed it? What a load of bullshit!”
Ken cut his eyes at her, his nostrils flaring. “That’s the part of the story that bothers you?”
“A blowjob isn’t new. You two have been there before so I know there is more. I’ve been lobbying for a solid triangle for a while now, and the two of you finally fuck without me there to watch?” Trisha squealed indignantly, disappointed rather than angry.
Ken’s jaw dropped as he sat upright and then shook his head. “Hell no! We did not fuck, not that the horny asshole didn’t try. I told him to get bent.”
“Say what?” She furrowed her brow. “Why would you reject him?”
Ken’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? That idiot tries to use my ass to get his rocks off just because you’re out of commission, and I’m the asshole here.”
She frowned, palming her face. “Please tell me you did not accuse him.”
“Of course I did,” Ken answered matter-of-factly.
“Ugh! You jackass!” She balled up her fist and pushed her knuckles into his ribs.
“Ow! Stop.” He scooted a little further from her.
“No wonder he showed up here looking like a kicked puppy. I’d never seen him so pitiful.”
Ken’s expression held a hint of disbelief. “Get the fuck out of here. What are you talking about?”
With some difficulty, Trisha scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. She gnashed her teeth and punched the side of her thigh. “Your cluelessness can be adorable, but there is a limit to how much slack I can cut you.”
She stormed off to the bathroom and then grabbed her hairbrush before returning to the room and then ducking into the closet. She riffled through a small trunk of special, bedroom goodies, finding a pair of leather wrist restraints and a black and chrome trimmed case. She smirked, thinking of the little surprise she had inside for Ken. After returning to the bed, she set the box and brush on the mattress and tossed the cuffs to Ken.
He frowned as he picking them up and shook his head. “I’m not going to spank you. You’re pregnant. Those games might not be safe.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I’d let you beat the hell out of me...besides, the cuffs and spanking are for you, sweet cheeks.”
Ken held up the two leather wrist cuffs joined together by a small chain up in front of his face. “Seriously?”
“Oh, yes, you have been a very bad, insensitive, young man. I’m going to tenderize you until I can wring out some emotion.”
He pushed back the covers before fastening one of the cuffs around his wrist. “I don’t mind playing bottom but I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“I know you don’t. That’s the problem.” She walked around to his side of the bed and then helped him secure the other wrist before she walked back to the foot of the bed. She took a seat next to her big, pink hairbrush. “Come here.” She patted the mattress. Ken stood and walked to her before kneeling on the floor in front of where she was sitting.
Trisha grabbed the sides of the thin, cotton, maternity gown she was wearing, pulling it off over her head, exposing her nakedness before sitting again. She spread her legs and patted her thigh. “Take your place across my knee with your torso on the bed, put the cuffs behind your head and don’t you dare struggle.”
Ken laughed off her seriousness but he positioned his body as he had been commanded, leaving his muscular ass right up in the air. Gingerly, she ran her fingernails down his lower back and rubbed his rear in a circular motion before giving him a few warm-up smacks over his underwear. Ken squirmed, his cock hardening against her naked thigh. She dropped a few more preliminary swats, harder this time. Ken held strong, not uttering a sound as she peppered his butt with harder slaps.
She placed her palm on top of one of his cheeks, checking the warmth. Nope, the temperature wasn’t high enough yet. She wanted it piping hot before she bared him. She grabbed the hairbrush and then brought it down on his rear, landing two hard licks on each check. He stiffened but remained silent. Good for you, Ken. You stay stubborn as long as you want. It’ll give me a chance to really bust your butt.
After placing the brush head on Ken’s warm cheeks, she rubbed the sturdy plastic over the cotton cloth before getting a tighter hold on the handle and launching her attack. She spanked his ass in quick sets of four on each cheek, repeating the pattern until she lost count. Each strike made a vicious thwacking sound as the implement hit his flesh. Trisha glanced at the mirror over the dresser, getting a good look at Ken’s expression in the reflection. His eyes were closed and his lips were pursed. He was visibly struggling not to cry out as he clenched his cheeks. A jolt of arousal dampened her pussy, and she licked her bottom lip as she set the brush aside. She rubbed Ken’s bottom with both of her hands, smiling at the increase in temperature. “How are we doing, cowboy.”
“Just fine.” Ken’s tone was low and guttural. He had been using breathing exercises to manage the pain.
“That’s good.” She clutched his waistband and snatched his underwear down his thighs. The sight of his inflamed cheeks, muscular and firm as they contrasted with the rest of his sun-bronzed skin, set a fire between her thighs. She clutched his tight buns, squeezing each and then softly scratching her fingernails across his skin. Ken moaned while burying his face in a pillow.
Being in control—Ken prostrated over her lap and at her mercy—propelled an electrical current up her spine. As wetness pooled at the juncture between her legs, she clenched her belly. Her clit throbbed and tingled. He was always so cool and unflinching but not this time. She was going to bring him to tears no matter how long it took. She lifted the hairbrush up high and slammed it down on Ken’s rear, grinning in response to the subtle difference in sound the brush made against his bare flesh.
Ken grunted, twisting his hips. She spanked the same spot hard and progressively faster until Ken finally broke, uttering a muffled curse. “Shit.” She halted the punishment, allowing his red, freshly spanked skin a short reprieve before she began to discipline the other cheek. Ken squirmed as if he could shake the heat away, but without leveling even half of the punishment she had inflicted on the first cheek, she abandoned the mildly tinted side and resumed her attack on the blistered area.
A short whimper slipped through Ken’s lips, and she sucked in her breath. I’ll get tears from him yet! She wielded the brushing, paddling across his sit spot.
“Shit!” He cried out, huffing.
“Such language...” Trisha popped his ass again, hitting the same area. Ken bucked put managed not to scream this time. Disappointed, she paddled his thighs.
“Owwww!” Ken howled, breathing heavily before adding, “What are you trying to prove?”
“I’m tired of you pretending you don’t have any feelings. I’m going to bust your ass until you cry like a baby.” She let loose, spanking his bottom with wild abandon. She beat his butt, jumping from cheek to cheek in a fast flurry of movement. Ken squirmed and reared so much, she had to put her arm around his torso to keep him in position. “Careful! Mind the baby. Don’t kick.”
“Sorry,” he choked out his words as he placed his feet back on the floor. “What did I do to piss you off?”
“Don’t you know?” She rained another round of solid smacks down against his ass.
He clenched each time the brush fell upon his flesh. “No! If I did I wouldn’t have asked! Did I not show enough emotion at the sonogram appointment? I’m super happy about the baby. Did I embarrass you?”
She laughed. “Nah, none of that.” Staying on task, she dropped a good set of four on his rosy rump.
“Ouch!” Ken compressed his gluts with each heavy-handed swat.
“Should you be clenching?” She spoke in her most superior tone.
“No.” Ken sniffled.
“Uh huh. You deserve an extra punishment.” Trisha did her best to keep a straight face as her scheme started to fall into place. “Get up on the bed on your elbows and knees, legs as far apart as you can tolerate. Arch your back and stick your ass way out.”
With great hesitation, Ken moved into place before turning his head to look at her. “What’s going to happen?”
She smiled, lifting her eyebrows. “I’m going to teach you something about pain.” She winked. “And pleasure. Now face forward and don’t you move!”
She headed to the bathroom and then grabbed a bottle of lotion to sooth Ken’s skin. She returned as quickly as she could, and then took a moment to appraise her canvas. In his undignified position, she could see all of his charms. His manly shoulders, arms, and lumbar region were muscular while his waist was slender. As instructed, he was arching back, making his yummy ass push out ripe for the picking. His uncomfortable stance left the small crevice between his tempting cheeks spread open, framing his tightly closed asshole. As anuses went, Ken’s was kind of cute, not too deep and not hairy; the puckered skin was slightly darker than the surrounding area with some hints of pink.
As she placed the pad of a single finger on the slightly protruding tuff of flesh leading from just below Ken’s hole to his rounded sack, he sucked in his breath. She glanced at his balls and licked her lips. In such a revealing position, there was something perfect about Ken’s testicles. Like his asshole, they were slightly darker than the rest of his skin. The shape was particularly appealing, not small but not too bulbous. “Does it embarrass you that I can see this part of you, Ken?” Trisha asked, nudging at the fleshy barrier.
“Yes,” he admitted, turning his head to look at her face. Sure enough, the sweet, telltale, honey glow of humiliation adorned his cheeks.
“Why? You’ve seen by backdoor many times, touched it, entered it and more.”
“That’s different.” His breathing was labored.
“How so?” She caressed his thighs.
“You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. I’m just a hairy dude.”
Trisha laughed. “I’d have to disagree. Your body is as appealing to me as mine is to you.”
“No way.” Ken shook his head.
“It’s true, but even if you don’t believe me now, after today, I imagine, you’ll be over any insecurity.” She snickered, relishing his discomfort. After squirting a dollop of lotion into her palm, she rubbed her hands together and then caressed Ken’s ass in a slow, circular pattern. He took deliberate, short breaths, moaning as her fingertips fluttered across his well-punished skin.
“Aww, poor baby. Your bottom is all red and bruised now,” she teased as she squirted a line of lotion across Ken’s rear. She soothed his skin from his hips to his thighs while leaning over to place a few light kisses on the worst looking spots. Delicately, she used her fingertip to scoot a bit of lotion in the crevice between his pert gluts. As she moisturized his hole, Ken clenched.
“Trish...”
Using her free hand, she landed a swat on his inner thigh. “No clenching. You keep everything exposed for me. If you put yourself in my hands and give me your full trust, I’ll make sure you feel lots of pleasure, but if you clench like a whiny, baby, bitch, I’ll spank you again.
Ken sighed. “Okay.”
She smiled. As many times as she had put herself out there to fulfill his fantasies, he was wise to agree; otherwise, she would have brought down a vicious, hormonal wrath on him. “Good boy,” she praised him while caressing his sack. “You have soft, smooth balls with just a little fuzz, Ken. Did you know that?”
“Of course I know what my nuts feel like. I’m a guy. We can’t keep our hands off of our ‘nads.”
“There’s a small thin patch of hair just below your anus. Should I shave it for you?”
“If you want to,” he answered quickly but his voice held a hint of uncertainty.
“Hmmm, I’ll definitely get to it another time, but for now, I have something else in mind. Here are the rules. You don’t move; you keep your hands on the mattress and your rear up in the air. No arguing or complaining but answer every question I ask honestly and without hesitation. Break any of these rules and we start your spanking all over again. Understand.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” His tone was low and nearly breathless. Trisha tilted her head to get a look at Ken’s cock. Just as she suspected, he was already hard. After unlatching the black box, she surveyed the contents: a tube of Wicked Anal Jelle lubricant and five purple, silicone anal plugs ranging in size from a two-inch long model not much wider than her thumb on up a six-incher with the girth of a well-endowed man.
She squirted a dab of the lubricant on her finger and placed the digit on Ken’s asshole. Having relaxed his back, he arched again, presenting his opening. “Ken, has anyone else ever touched you here?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm...I thought so. Was it Tommy?”
“Trish...”Ken started, sighing and placing his forehead on the bed to hide his face. “Do you have to ask such humiliating questions?”
She struck his ass, eliciting a hiss. “Are you complaining?”
He lifted his head, showing his beet red face while huffing angrily. “No Ma’am.”
“Well?”
“Huh?” He grunted.
Annoyed by his stalling, she grabbed the brush but Ken managed to blurt out the answer before she could hit him.
“Yes...It was Tommy. Only you and he have touched me there.”
She smiled, bending over to blow on the spot she had struck. “Good boy. You have to be completely honest. Do you like anal play?”
His legs shaking slightly, he mumbled, “Yes.”
“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you?” she fibbed.
“I like it.”
“Oh, other than a quick caress, I’ve never played with your backdoor area. What about Tommy. How did he touch you there?”
As the silence hung heavily between them, Trisha picked up the brush again and tapped it on his rear, readying him for another harsh smack, but he choked out an answer just in time. “He...inside.”
“Oh?” She feigned surprise. “What did he put inside?”
“Fingers.” Ken’s breath was heavy and ragged. She could practically hear his embarrassment.
“Fingers? As in more than one?” After Ken nodded, she resumed her interrogation, “How many?”
“Uhhhh? Not sure, maybe three.”
“Oh? When did this happen?” She applied light pressure to Ken’s asshole while rubbing the thick lubricant into the ring of muscle.
After moaning shamelessly, Ken answered, “Yesterday.” She nudged a little harder, slathering lubricate just around the inner opening, eliciting a few incoherent mews and murmurs from him.
“You mean when he went too far?” She pulled her finger away and reached for the smallest plug before coating it with a thick, gooey layer.
His breathing labored, Ken replied, “Yeah, after the blow job, he wanted to fuck.” Without warning, she placed the pointed tip of the Christmas light bulb-shaped plug against Ken’s asshole and slowly pushed it inside. Ken groaned as his rim adapted to accept the toy, taking it in all the way to the base.
“How’s that, cowboy? You okay?” she rubbed his cheeks, pushing them together.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good, then let’s continue.” She slipped her finger into the circular, ring-like handle, smiling at how the smallest plug sort of reminded her of the ring pops candy she used to like when she was a kid. She wiggled the plug inside of him for a bit before slowly finessing it out. As it exited, Ken gave a long, drawn out moan. She laughed. “Oh my, you do like this!”
“So do you.”
His comment was a little too cheeky for her liking, so she gave his rear another sharp slap, but he wasn’t wrong. “You aren’t supposed to talk unless I ask you a question. Do you need another spanking?”
“No.” He shook his head.
“Good.” She pushed the plug, popping it right back inside of his ass.
“Fuck.” His body quivered. “Sorry...”
“Too late.” She smacked his ass hard. He growled but managed to hold his tongue. While wiggling the plug inside of him, she turned it clockwise for a few revolutions. He cooed, impressing Trisha by pushing back against her hand. “How is it?”
“Good.”
“Well, I think we can go ahead and move on up to the next size.” She removed her finger from the handle, leaving the plug in place as she prepared the next one. After slipping her finger through the circular molding, she wore the three-incher like a pornographic, engagement ring, while using her other hand to slowly pull the smaller one out.
His hole twitched and winked at her as she positioned the bigger toy. “Take a deep breath.”
“Ugh,” he growled as she penetrated him, pushing the plug deeper until all but the ring disappeared. As she trailed her fingers along his spine, he shivered and his bottom twitched.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m okay.” Ken’s voice was starting to level out as he got more use to his position.
“Very good...now don’t drop it.” He nodded, tightening around the plug as she used her fingertips to tease his sack.
“Mmmmm,” Ken moaned through pursed lips. He seemed determined to follow her no talking until asked rule. Delighted, Trisha smirked, rewarding him by slowly cupping his balls and gently rubbing them. “Ah, ah, ah,” He uttered a bunch of muffed coos and moans.
She looped a finger from her free hand through the plug’s ring and tugged. Ken arched his back. His breathing was labored.
“Sounds like you like it.”
Aside from noises of pleasure, Ken stayed silent. He was too smart to fall into a honey trap. Trisha upped the ante pulling back on the plug before plunging it back inside. Ken’s sack tightened against her palm. As she ceased the thrusting and moved her hand away from his sack, Ken whined.
A tiny tinge of guilt plagued her conscience as she tortured him, but she couldn’t let him come until she made her point. She placed a palm on each of his cheeks and consoled him with sweet caresses, smiling as he murmured sounds of arousal. “You have a sexy ass.” She leaned over giving his pert bottom a kiss. “Are you ready to move forward?”
“Yyyyeesss.” Ken’s voice was cracking.
She skipped the four and five-inch plugs and readied the largest size, a full six inches—nothing compared to the monster Tommy kept in his pants but a good start. She saturated the phallus with a thick sheet of lubricant before gently removing the smaller plug from Ken’s bottom.
“Ngh!” he moaned as the tip slipped out.”
“Did that hurt?” She moved upward to kiss the small of his back.
“No, it felt good.”
“Did it? Are you still embarrassed?”
Ken shook his head.
“Are you sure?” She placed the tip of the largest plug against his rim. “Cause I can stop if this is too disconcerting for you?”
“Point taken, don’t stop.” His tone made it obvious he was begging rather than demanding. She slid the plug deeper inside of him, slowly pumping. As the thickest part breached Ken’s asshole, he gave a hiss but the ring of muscles flexed allowing full entry. Once the toy was all the way inside save for the circular handle, she allowed him a short break so he could get used to the fullness.
“You’re doing real good, cowboy.” She blew on his hot, sore cheeks. “You can close your thighs a little if you’re uncomfortable. He made small movements, narrowing his stance. “Stop, that’s far enough.” He froze in place. “I was going to leave this inside you while I wore your ass out with the brush until you sobbed, but since you’ve been so well behaved, I’ll give you another choice.”
He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at her. She flashed him her best reassuring smile.
Risking a good smack, he asked, “What’s behind door number two?”
“Let me fuck you.” She twisted her lips sideways.
“Easy choice. You’ve fucked me lots of times. Can you take that out before we start?”
“I don’t think you’re picking up what I’m putting down, Ken.” She grabbed hold of the ring and pulled. “Let me fuck you.”
“Aggghh,” he moaned loudly before answering, Okay,” without a hint of hesitation.
Trisha widened her eyes. “You don’t mind if I shove a fake dick up your ass and vigorously pound?”
“If it’s you, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Why?”
“Because we love each other.”
“So the actual act isn’t what freaked you out?” She wrenched the plug and then pushed it back inside. Ken groaned and she grabbed the lube, squirting more between his cheeks.
He shook his head. “I just didn’t appreciate him using me for a cum dumpster.” She rolled her eyes as she smacked the inside of Ken’s thigh.
“Owww! Shit! What was that for?”
“For being a dumbass! This is Tommy we’re talking about...Tommy. You remember the guy who drives around with a bag of cat food in the trunk of his car just in case he happens upon hungry strays? The same guy who carried you on his back for two blocks when you broke your ankle in the fifth grade? Do you honestly think he would use you for sex?”
Ken didn’t speak but Trisha waited, lightly tapping her brush against his ass to let him know she was still expecting an answer. “Well, when you put it in those words...I guess not.”
“What put such a crazy idea in your head in the first place?” She resumed the slow pumping of the plug, moving it in and out of Ken’s ass.
“He was so insistent and all over me. We’d never fooled around at the office. I guess I panicked. I’m new to being with a guy.”
“It’s been five years, Ken.” Although she was scolding him, she simultaneously rewarded his honesty by palming his balls.
He groaned. “Damn, that feels good.”
As she caressed him, his skin grew warmer, and a quick peek between his legs revealed pre-cum dripping from his erection. Watching Ken getting wet made Trisha’s pussy tingle and release her own natural lubrication. “How’s your backdoor?”
“It feels good.” Ken pushed back as she thrust the plug deeper. After reaching between his legs, she stroked his cock while thrusting the anal probe. Ken’s asshole twitched around the phallus and his legs trembled. She repositioned, leaning down and turning her head sideways to peep at Ken’s goodies. His cock stood erect and his balls were set to blow. She flicked her tongue against the two egg-shaped jewels, smirking as he trembled. He cried out as creamy whiteness shot out of his dick. As he panted, his heat splotched body quivered and he rested his forehead on the mattress.
“There we go.” She lifted her chin and relaxed her eyes as her lips formed a smug smile. She took special care as she removed the phallus from his quivering hole before placing it on the bed. “Just sit tight a second. Don’t move.” After gathering the dirty toys, she dropped them in the bathroom sink to soak in a mixture of water and a special sanitizer. After she carried a damp cloth to Ken, she praised him for staying in position as commanded before lovingly cleaned him front and back. The sounds of his ragged breathing hung in the air over them as she smoothed another dollop of cool, thick lotion on his sore bottom. “Okay, you can move now.”
Ken crashed, resting on his stomach. “Wow.”
She climbed up on the bed and scooted to him. While sitting on her knees, she stroked his hair and back. “There we go.” She tugged at the blanket. “Cuddle?”
“Love to,” Ken replied, helping her get between the sheets before joining her. Trisha pulled the quilt up over her breasts, but Ken left his torso exposed so he could cool down.
“How’s your asshole?” she asked, sliding closer and dropping a kiss on his lips. “Not bad. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels weird.”
“Like you still have a huge cock stuffed up there?” She snickered.
“Yeah...” Ken nodded.
“That’s normal but it goes away as you do it more. Just wait until after you take Tommy’s ten-inch dong.”
He grimaced while shaking his head. “I don’t know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, you have a pretty high pain threshold. You’ll be able to do it, no sweat. He knows how big he is. He’s not going to go for broke on you.”
Ken rubbed her arm and shoulder, lifting his head to kiss her forehead. “I’m sure I could do it, but I still don’t know if I want to.”
“Really? But you said you liked it. Don’t you love, Tommy?” She ran her hand across his forehead, pushing back some of the sweat-soaked hair stuck there.
“Yeah...I mean I do...but I...it’s not fair. Why do I have to be the one to bend over? I’m not a woman. Is he more of a man than me just because he’s bigger? If anything, he should be the one taking it. It would be easier on him.”
Trisha burst out laughing, hiding her face with her hand. She howled and cackled so hard her stomach started to hurt. Picturing Tommy in the bottom role was far from sexy.
Creases formed in Ken’s forehead as he frowned. “Stop laughing.”
She shook her head vigorously, choking out, “No...not you. Tommy. I’m laughing...” She panted, holding her swollen belly as she struggled to get herself under control. “Oh my God, Ken. There is no way he could do it. You know how he is...”
“A dumbass?” Ken asked. “Does being a vain, hyper, crybaby give him special treatment?”
Trisha’s nostrils flared. She hated it when Ken was too harsh towards her other husband. On the other hand, there was no denying Tommy was fond of his own reflection. He was always teeming with energy, sometimes to a nerve-racking degree, and he did have a tendency to sulk, made perfectly evident by his mopey behavior since yesterday. However, he was also one of the kindest, most outgoing people in the world, and he certainly had every right to be proud of his superstar looks. He’s fine as hell!
“Well, that’s not very complimentary. Teasing Tommy to his face is one thing. But bagging on him when he’s not around? It’s not right.”
Ken looked off to the side as if thinking it over. “Yeah...sorry. I just don’t understand why my being the bottom is a foregone and undiscussed conclusion.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “He can’t do it.”
“Why? Because he’s taller and buffer than me or is it his monster dick?”
She tilted her head, giving him a sweet look. She hated it when Ken compared his body type against Tommy’s. Such lines of thinking threatened to make their little love nest implode in an eruption of jealousy. Sure, their bodies were different, but neither was better than the other. Both men turned her on and both men satisfied her with ease. Still, she couldn’t help but sympathize with Ken’s insecurities so if he needed reassurances, she would spell everything out for him. “No, no, no, I’m not talking about the physical. Obviously, if it were just a matter of physiology, Tommy would be fine, but mentally...no way!”
Ken looked at her sideways. “I don’t follow...”
“He isn’t cognitively strong enough to let himself be so vulnerable. You’re brilliant, Ken. Of all the things you are, an athlete...martial arts champ, my cowboy, my lover and my husband, when it comes to your master identity, you’re a genius. You see yourself as the guy with a hundred and sixty IQ.”
“One-sixty-seven.” He held his head a tad higher as he corrected her.
She shot him a wry smile. “Ok...the point is I don’t see you ever losing your sense of self no matter what. Now Tommy, strip him down to the core, and he derives a lot of his self-worth from the way he works his lower half. He loves you, and he wants you. He’d do anything to be intimate with you, but I’m not so sure he’d be able to enjoy being on the receiving end. It might even mess with his self-image.”
Ken’s lips twisted to one side and he clicked his tongue. “I have to admit seeing him lose any of his charisma would be unfortunate.”
“Exactly.” She grinned. “So...”
“But—“
“I know. It’s silly. We’d still see him the same, but the ego is a funny thing.”
Ken huffed in exasperation. “Damn your minor in Psychology. You just aren’t going to give up. Are you?”
“Did you give up on getting me to have your baby?” She tilted her head to the side and smirked.
“Oh, come on. How is that the same thing? Why do either of us have to go so far with each other? Can’t things just stay the same?”
She shrugged? “Can they? I have no doubt you wanted to be a father, but you were in a hurry, pushing for it from pretty early on. How come?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Trish. Please just tell me what you’re thinking. I hate it when you try to force me into self-awareness. It’s not my thing.” Ken sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Okay. It’s all about equality.”
“Again? I think we keep everything pretty fair. What are you afraid of?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Have you not been sitting in the same tension-filled house I have since our doctor’s appointment?” She stared at him with slack-jawed disbelief.
“Only because Tommy was being a baby.”
Trisha sighed, balled up her fist, and then lightly knocked on Ken’s skull. “Hello, wake up in there. Gain some emotional awareness.”
He stuck out his tongue. “Ugh, just—”
She cut him off. “The sulking was a symptom of the larger issue.”
“Jealousy? Isn’t that against the rules?” Ken lifted an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes. Her husbands were always picking on her about the list of rules she set forth for their marriage, but they did agreed to them at the time. “It’s not so much jealousy as it is fear...insecurity.” You were on one side of it after Tommy and I got married. Now I’m pregnant and he’s feeling it because he’s worried a baby might change our dynamic.”
He rubbed the back of his neck while looking off to the side, a sure sign he was rewinding through his memories and seeing the truth. “That’s not what I want or what I was after...I wasn’t trying to push him out.”
“I know. And I’m sure Tommy doesn’t think you set out to hurt him, but he’s scared. Plus, it has been obvious to me for a long while—his feelings for you have evolved. He is attracted to you, but subconsciously, he’s probably trying to deepen the relationship with you because he needs reassurance you’d never shut him out.”
“So if I bend over and show my ass, he gets to swagger all around like a stallion.” Ken’s nostrils flared as he frowned. “I don’t know if I can stomach how foolish he will act.”
“Kenny, he knows I want him, but you have to show him you do.” She stroked a single finger along the curve of his face.
“He should know by now.”
She groaned. “Don’t you feel it? It’s not what we rationally think. It’s what we fear. It’s you worrying about Tommy’s name being on the marriage certificate, scared it makes me less yours and him worrying your baby in my belly makes me less his while also worrying about losing you. I can’t keep acting as a balancing scale, caught in the middle of the ups and downs. What happens after I have this baby and then a year or so later have Tommy’s baby? Then what will it take to keep both of you secure?”
“That’s...that’s...” Ken tugged at his ear.
“It’s in the air again, and I’m at my limit as a mediator. The niggling fears keep creeping up on the two of you and it’s not for me to ease. You and Tommy have to communicate and restore the balance between us all. I know he loves you and this baby just as much as he loves me. What I’m not sure of is if you feel the same way about him.”
“This conversation is giving me a headache. Can I ponder on it later? You did promise me a cuddle session.”
She ran her hand through his hair before pressing her lips against his. He turned his head, opening his mouth and accepting her tongue. As they kissed she shuddered. She reached beneath the comforter and then rubbed Ken’s cock. As she pulled her lips away, he moaned. She squeezed his shaft. “Is he down for the count or ready for another round?”
Ken raised his eyebrows, nudging her onto her back as he moved between her legs. “Ring the bell.”
She snickered. “Dork.” As she spread her legs wider for him, he caressed her thigh. She parted her lips, moaning with half-way closed eyes.”
“You’re wet.” A smile spread across Ken’s face as he loomed over her. Trisha laughed again. “Of course I am after staring at your hot body. Torturing you was kind of fun too.” She licked her bottom lip.
“Yeah?”
After placing his hand at the base of his cock, he gave it a few strokes, smacking it against her cunt a couple of times until his erection stiffened completely. The brisk, contact sent out a jolt of excitement emanating from between her legs up to her core.
He penetrated her, and as if savoring the moment, he raised his face to the ceiling and closed his eyes. She stared at his pleasure-filled expression, and goosebumps rose on her flesh. Day-to-day, he wore a poker face, but in bed, Ken let it all go.
“Mmm, feels good.” She held out her arms, beckoning him closer. Ken placed his hands on the mattress on each side of her head, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Gently, he thrust. He pulled back slowly before pushing deep inside. She breathed heavily, bending her knees and placing her feet flat against the mattress. He balancing on his palms and arched his back while bucking his hips forward, dipping to delightful depts. She moved her hips in time with his, pressing the pads of her feet down as her toes curled.
He re-adjusted, placing his elbows and forearms on the bed. Trisha’s body temperature soared. Her skin sizzled as if she and Ken were melting into each other. This was his way: slow, sweet and deep. He kissed her temples, his smooth, soft hair, touching her forehead as he moved to kiss the other side. Their lovemaking was both familiar yet different. Instead of Ken’s chest compressing her breasts, his abdomen settled against hers. She tilted her pelvis, giving her thighs a work out as she made a bid for more friction.
“Agghhhh,” he moaned as they collided, their asses clenching as they gyrated in circular motions. She closed her eyes, enjoying every sensation and the blissful oneness. Somehow, the smell of Ken’s pheromone infused sweat was far more soothing than any aromatherapy. His lips were pliable and wet as they nibbled her earlobe. As he moved to taste her lips, she moaned into his mouth. The warmth and closeness between them filled her with pleasant sensations, and her heart pounded. They kissed passionately as their bodies rocked against one another like breaking waves. She tightened her grip on his waist, holding on tight, never wanting to let go. As their lips parted, he spoke breathily, “Love you.”
She opened her eyelids to see him staring at her. Their line of sight synced, and she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. I’d let this go for too long—forgetting how good and relaxing it felt to be loved this way.
He gave a sideways smile as he moved, repositioning to put most of his weight on his knees and cupping her face with both hands. “Ready?” She nodded while bracing herself for what she knew was to come. Ken raised his hand to his mouth, rubbing his thumb against his tongue and covering it with saliva before settling its pad on her clit. The minute his skin made contact with the tender flesh of her pussy a jolt of arousal forced a squeak from her lips. He bent his knuckle moving the opposable digit in a clockwise motion, slowly at first but gradually increasing speed. Molten sensations brewed, building quickly as if they were lava erupting from a volcano.
“Oh, God!” Her legs trembled as her toes curled. Ken kept up the momentum while applying more pressure to her aching button. ”Ah! Coming!” A tremor pulsed through her body from the core outward in both directions. Every muscle tensed, and she clamped down on his cock as her juices drenched its length.
Ken stilled, giving her time to catch her breath. Snatching his case off of his pillow, he dabbed her forehead and neck, using his hand to fan her face. Her body was utterly sated but she didn’t want to let go of Ken. He pushed strands of hair away from her forehead, waiting for her to say the word.
They’d danced this tango before. Trisha had trouble sleeping when Tommy was away. When the three of them made love, there was a flurry of sound and sensation, fast and furious, flipping and floundering from one position to another, all desperately trying to suck up as much love and passion as they could before one of them ran out of steam. When she and Ken were one-on-one, they slowed things down, clinging to each other until they fell asleep with him inside her. “Mmm, don’t stop.”
She wasn’t sure how he’d pull it off with her belly swollen up like a basketball. He pulled out, surprising her. She whimpered. Her hormones were all cranked up on endorphins and whatever other kind of baby-building proteins they were pumping, and all her emotions bubbled up as tears started to pool in the corner of her eyes. Ken moved to her side. Don’t stop.
“Let’s spoon,” he said, nudging her over on her side.
Oh, thank God! The floodgates opened, and she let the tears of relief flow. Working her body as if it were one of his calculus equations, Ken maneuvered her limbs, placing a large pillow between her knees before he slipped behind her. His warm hands reached around caressing her tummy and breasts as his cock pushed inside her pussy. She sighed, closing her eyes.
“That’s right. Just relax.” Ken held her close, his chest against her back. Instead of counting sheep, she counted each deliberate, steady thrust. She settled into his warmth, a smile on her lips. Her consciousness waning, her eyelids grew heavier and her thoughts went blank to the sounds of their breathing.
