Double Delight

Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

Taylor VanCannon.

*****

I glanced over at Mike, my husband. He was in his element, behind the wheel of his pride and joy, a lime green Lamborghini Huracán Spyder. After cutting the last college tuition check for our kids, this car was his reward, our big indulgence upon fulfilling our parental obligations. It was also something of a delayed wedding gift to ourselves. We married just two years ago, his second and my third, and now we're officially empty nesters.

I ran my fingers through my artfully streaked blonde hair in a futile attempt to tame it against the unrelenting wind. The snug leather bucket seats cradled my petite body as he whipped the 640 horsepower V10 through a series of tight turns on Hwy 14 in the Columbia River Gorge. We were returning to our home in Portland after a Labor Day pool party with friends in Hood River.

Entering a straight section of road, he mashed the accelerator. "Feel that power!" he shouted over the noise of the wind whistling past the open cockpit.

Power wasn't the only thing I felt as the twin turbos spooled up and pinned me to the back of my seat. My mind was still reeling from a conversation I'd overheard at the pool. I discreetly slid my hand under my dress and slipped my fingers under the waistband of my panties, ignoring him.

"Tell me you feel it," Mike said, glancing over at me.

I froze, fearful he'd busted me with two fingers buried deep in my cunt. I did my best to mask my surprise and glanced towards him. He was handsome, my prince in shining armor. His neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard had just a touch of grey. A distinguished look for one of the top divorce lawyers in Oregon. His six foot one frame barely fit in the tight cockpit of the Lambo.

He couldn't possibly know what I was doing.

He downshifted and tapped the brakes, thrusting me forward. The seat belt locked and kept me pinned to the seat. He skillfully maneuvered the Lambo through two tight turns. Just past the apex, he mashed the accelerator; the roar of the twin turbos, located just inches behind me, reverberated through my body... through my fingers... all the way to my engorged clit.

"Cat got your tongue?"

I gasped and discreetly moved my fingers, pulling them taut against my throbbing clit. The fear of getting caught wasn't going to quash my budding orgasm.

Fortunately, Mike's eyes were glued to the road as the speedometer pushed past 100, oblivious to what I was up to. I bit down on my lip to suppress what was likely to be a very noisy orgasm. "Mike, I'm going to..." The wind noise muffled my words.

He kept his eyes on the road. "What did you say?"

I reached out and clutched his arm as my body erupted in a powerful, unmuffled orgasm. Ignoring the look of confusion on my husband's face, I frantically fingered my clit until my orgasm subsided and I released my death grip on his arm. My breasts heaved as I gasped for breath.

He eased up on the throttle. "Honey," he said, finally realizing what he'd just witnessed. "You should have said something. I could have... helped."

My smile turned into a broad grin. I leaned over and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze. "You're right." I slipped my fingers out of my wet cunt and painted his lips with my musky aroma. "Want me to make up for it?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Now?"

I slipped my fingers into his open mouth and let him lick them clean.

"Of course now." I reached down and squeezed his crotch. "Find a place to pull over."

He looked at me skeptically. "Right, nobody will notice a guy on the side of the road getting a blow-job in a lime green Huracán?"

I persisted, fumbling with his belt buckle. It took some effort, but I finally freed his cock. "Relax, let me worry about that."

"Honey," he pleaded, "I need to concentrate on the road."

I wasn't about to give up. "Okay, how about a quick hand-job?"

He glanced and watched me slather my fingers with saliva. I reached between his legs and coated the head of his cock.

He heaved an enormous sigh and eased up on the accelerator.

"That's my guy; enjoy the... ride." I spread more saliva on my fingers to lube his hard shaft.

He kept both hands on the wheel and did his best to focus on the road ahead. "Want to tell me what's got you so wound up?"

"Huh?" I said, stalling for time. I wanted to jack him off, not share my private fantasy.

"Exactly," he said, glancing over at me. "You're blushing."

I started to protest, but there was no point denying the obvious. Two weeks ago, out of the blue, Mike informed me he'd accepted an invitation to a pool party... a clothing optional pool party. After getting over my initial shock, I let him sweet talk me into trying it. That's where we'd been today, at the home of Tom and Nancy in Hood River, where I'd gotten my first taste of public nudity.

Sensing my reluctance, he said, "By the way, you looked fantastic today."

I gave him a nervous smile, knowing he was only offering me a temporary reprieve. "Thanks," I said, "but I stood out like a sore thumb."

"How so?"

"My tan lines... there was no hiding my lily white tits and ass. Not to mention, I was the only women there who didn't shave... you know, down there."

He smiled. "I know, but you weren't a sore thumb... you were the center of attention. You know, something different... I saw the guys checking you out."

"You're sweet," I said, "but it doesn't help that I spent a fortune on my streaked blonde do... so, you know, the carpet doesn't exactly match the drapes."

He chuckled. "Even more exotic. Now, quit stalling and tell me what's going on..."

"Okay, okay... it was something I overheard at the pool."

Mike rested his hand on my thigh. "I'm all ears."

"Nancy described something she really enjoyed on their recent lifestyle cruise."

"Lifestyle cruise?"

"Swingers cruise," I said. "Apparently she has a thing for threesomes." I gave his cock several strokes for emphasis.

Mike turned to me and smiled. "So that's what turned you on."

"Hey," I said, "a girl can have her fantasies."

"Oh," he said, thoughtfully. "So Nancy's into some DP action."

I wasn't averse to anal sex, just not a fan, and I knew that's exactly where his mind would go as soon as he heard threesome. I chuckled and gave his cock a firm tug.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Careful," he whined, "what'd I do?"

"You assumed you knew... knew what I fantasized about."

"You brought up a threesome: one girl, two holes, two cocks."

I was so fixated on what I'd overheard at the pool that I failed to consider Mike's obvious interpretation. "You're close, Honey. But that's your fantasy. For Nancy, it's one girl, one hole, two cocks."

"I don't get it?" Mike asked, perplexed.

I stroked his cock several times while I let him consider the possibilities.

He still didn't get it.

I licked my fingers again and slathered his cock with more of my warm saliva. "Nancy referred to it as double-vag."

Mike went silent.

I gently stroked him, letting the image of two cocks stuffed into Nancy's cunt sink in.

"Is that really a thing?"

"Apparently," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Did she say how... you know, how she did it?"

I licked my lips, knowing that I'd hooked him. "No, but trying to figure

that

out is what got me... horny."

"And that's what got you off?"

I giggled. "No, Honey, that was my finger... but the image of Nancy getting doubled up definitely helped."

"So, let me get this straight... you got off fantasizing about fucking two guys?"

His coarse language never failed to turn me on, so I responded in kind. "Uh-huh, at the same time... with both cocks stuffed in my cunt."

He squeezed my thigh. "You know I love it when you talk dirty."

I giggled. "Cock... cunt... fuck... cum in my mouth."

He chuckled and moved his hand further up my leg. "Whose cocks did you... you know."

"Yours, of course."

"Of course mine, but who's the second?"

My hand froze on his cock. I wasn't expecting to be grilled on the specifics. "Nobody in particular, just two cocks."

"Really, you fantasized about fucking a total stranger?"

He wasn't about to let this go. Three years ago, I dated Tony, who turned out to be Mike's twin brother. I was digging out from my third divorce and wasn't too careful about picking my lovers. After a torrid few weeks, I got an unexpected call from Tony's wife, who was none too pleased to find out I was fucking her husband. I had no idea Tony was married, but in retrospect, I probably never asked.

"You're right, it wasn't a stranger. But remember, I was horny and just wanted to get off. I picked the first guy that popped into my mind. It doesn't mean anything."

"If it wasn't a stranger, who was it, one of your exes?"

"Not exactly." Both my ex-husbands turned out to be deadbeats and left me with nothing. I reached down to caress his balls. Two years ago, I ran into Mike in the bar at the Benson Hotel in Portland. Mistaking him for Tony, I dumped a full glass of Merlot in his lap and advised his date to cut off his balls the first chance she got.

"Not my brother," he said, shaking his head. "You haven't had anything to do with him since... you know... his wife divorced him."

I shrugged and continued stroking his hard cock. "Hey, it's how I met you."

"Jesus, Lisa... Tony?"

I should have expected his reaction and quickly changed the subject. "Look, up ahead on the right... Ash Lake Road... I know that place. "

"What do you want me to do?"

"Pull off... in about a mile there's a picnic spot down by the lake."

Mike brought the Huracán to a stop at the secluded overlook. It was late afternoon, and we had the place to ourselves.

I unhooked my seatbelt and went down on him to avoid answering any more questions. I circled the head of his cock with my wet tongue.

He moaned and reached over to squeeze my ass.

I cupped his balls and took him as deep as I could, given the awkward angle.

He worked his hand under my dress and inside my panties.

I felt a finger slip into the wet folds of my labia. I rose off his cock and whispered in his ear. "Intrigued by my double cock fantasy?" I licked his ear before going back down on him.

"It's working for me." He slipped his wet finger out of my pussy and snaked it back along the crack of my ass.

Eager to oblige him, I sucked harder and waited for him to make his move, fully expecting to feel his fingertip rim my asshole.

He surprised me when he returned to my cunt and fingered my clit. His cock muffled my moan of pleasure. I went back to his ear and whispered. "I thought you'd go for my ass."

He turned and kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue.

It occurred to me he was holding back, reluctant to share his version of my fantasy. "I know what you're thinking."

He hesitated, unsure of his next move. "Are you reading my mind?"

I was, so I indulged his fantasy. "You want to watch me take a cock in each hole."

His face lit up in a broad grin.

"And you'd take my ass, right?"

He kissed me deeply, probing my mouth with his tongue. He pulled his wet thumb out of my cunt and pressed it up against my ass.

"Ahhh," I cooed as he buried his thumb in my ass. "Want a little preview?"

He grinned and leaned back in the seat, silently daring me to do it.

I slipped out of my panties and rose to my feet. I kept my back to him and tossed one leg over his head to straddle his lap.

He pushed up my dress and nuzzled my ass cheeks with his face. "You got a touch of color today."

I'd spent way too much time in my bikini this summer and had the tan lines to show for it. "I'm working on it," I said, placing my hands on the top of the windshield and nudging his head back into the headrest with my ass. I knew he was staring at my tiny pucker and eagerly waited for him to rim me with his tongue. I gave my ass a little wiggle to entice him.

He spread my cheeks open. "You look fantastic, Honey. This is one view I'll never tire of."

The touch of his tongue electrified me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I pressed back, mashing my ass into his face. "Do you like that, Baby... is that what you wanted?"

I could barely hear his muffled answer. He probed me with his tongue, slathering my ass with warm saliva.

I spit into my hand and reached back to help him lubricate my tight hole. "Do you think we have enough room?"

He telescoped the steering wheel in as far as it would go.

I slithered downward, wedging myself into the narrow space. It was tight, and I relied on him to guide his cock. I stopped when I felt him up against my asshole.

"Oh, Baby," he whispered. "Are you ready for my cock... up your tight ass?"

Ready or not, there was no turning back now. I grimaced as I gripped the steering wheel and forced myself down onto him. "Ohhh," I cried out, fighting through the momentary pain. I paused to catch my breath. He was halfway in.

"Tell me when you're ready for more," he said, clutching my breasts.

Eager to please him, I sucked in a deep breath and said, "Ready when you are."

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me down.

I moaned as his cock filled my ass. Unexpectedly aroused, I instantly felt I might be able to get off again. His hands returned to my breasts, and he rolled my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Oh, Baby, you're gonna make me come again."

He nuzzled my neck and licked my ear. "Your ass is so tight... I won't last long."

I sat in his lap, unable to find a purchase for my feet. I tried lifting myself by the steering wheel, but I was wedged in too tight. "Help me, Honey, help me fuck you."

Mike gripped my ass-cheeks with both hands and curled his arms to slide me up his hard shaft.

"Oh, Baby, that feels so good." I grasped the windshield to take some of my weight off his arms. "Can you come... come in my ass?"

"Try to stop me." He eased me back down his shaft, adjusted his hands, and then lifted me back up his shaft. He held that position and thrust himself up into me.

I grunted loudly as he pummeled my ass.

His ragged breathing told me he was getting close. I released my death grip on the windshield and slipped two fingers into my wet gash. It didn't take long to bring my tiny pearl back to life.

"Aaaragh," he shouted, nearly bouncing me off his cock with a mighty thrust.

I felt his release inside me and renewed my focus on my clit. It didn't take long to catch up. "Fuck yeah," I shouted, just as my orgasm hit.

Mike slumped back into the seat and took over fingering my clit, prolonging my orgasmic pleasure.

Sated, I went limp in his lap. "Would you believe I really enjoyed that?"

He chuckled. "Not as much as I did." He tightened his arms around me and gently pulled me in tight to his chest. "It seems we have very similar fantasies."

I tilted my head back and licked his ear. "Want to do something about it?"

He caressed my breasts. "You want to try two cocks?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Want me to call Tony?"

I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline... coupled with lust. I could still feel his cock in my ass. "That might be an awkward conversation. I didn't cut him any slack during his divorce... remember, I banned him from our wedding."

Mike shrugged. "Water under the bridge. Hey Siri, call my brother."

My mouth dropped open. "Now?"

"Do you need more time?"

I giggled. "Only if I want to talk myself out of it."

Tony picked up on the third ring. "Hey little brother, it's good to hear from you. What's happening?"

Age was a running gag between them. Tony was born first, two minutes before midnight on New Year's Eve. So, while they were identical twins, their birthdays were in different years.

"Lisa and I are out for a drive."

Tony's tone cooled noticeably. "She's on the line?"

"Hey, Tony," I said, attempting to keep my voice pleasant. The history between us was... messy. I was the

other woman

in what turned out to be an acrimonious divorce. We hadn't spoken since.

After a pause, Tony said, "Hey, Lisa, I'm a little surprised to hear from you."

Eager to change the subject, Mike said, "Up to anything special for the holiday?"

"Nah, I promised the twins I'd take them fishing before they head back to college next week."

Mike and Tony's dad died young, and their mom remarried the summer they graduated from high school. Their stepfather also came with a set of identical twin boys, toddlers Jeff and Peter. Mike never really got to know the twins, but Tony reconnected with them after his ex got sole custody of his children.

"Cool, you out on the river?"

"We just tied up for the night at Cascade Locks. Thought we'd walk up to the Charburger for dinner."

"No kidding," Mike said, "we're just across the river. Mind if we join you?"

Tony's voice was tentative. "Both of you?"

I extricated myself off of Mike's cock and he lifted me up to my feet. "Of course, both of us. I'd love to see you."

Tony sounded skeptical. "So... no hard feelings."

I turned back to Mike and gazed into his eyes. Was I ready to bury the hatchet with Tony? I whispered into his ear. "Does craving Tony's cock count as a

hard

feeling."

Mike chuckled. "I think Lisa's past all that."

"Okay," Tony said, "we'll be waiting for you."

*****

Mike held the door for me as we entered the restaurant. I was horny as hell and had no idea how Mike planned to pull this off. First, he had to get rid of the twins, then convince his brother to indulge my fantasy. "Don't fuck this up," I whispered, as I passed by him.

He gave me a wink. "I've got this... besides, no way Tony's going to pass this up."

Mike spotted Tony, along with Jeff and Peter, already seated at a window table. He waved, then guided me towards them.

"Hi," I said, taking a seat across from Tony and the twins. I pointed to the extra beers on the table. "Are these for us?"

Tony made a sweeping motion with his hands. "Of course," he said, eyeing me warily.

"Thanks," I said, doing my best to put him at ease. I wondered if he could detect the lust in my eyes. I picked up a frosty bottle. "Cheers," I said, tapping Tony's mug. Despite being identical twins, Tony had his own distinctive style: clean shaven with a something of a preppy look. It was also obvious that he spent much more time in the gym than my husband. "You look good."

"Thanks," Tony said, dropping his guard just a little. "Marriage suits you."

It was an odd comment and I suppressed the urge to giggle. If Tony only knew what we had in store for him. I reached over and gave my husband's hand a tender squeeze. "I'm starving."ff

Mike smiled. "Burgers all around?"

Not exactly fast food, the Charburger was a self-service establishment. "Good by me," Tony said, "I'll give you a hand."

I watched them walk off, apprehensive about how Tony would react to his brother's proposition.

"Problems?" Jeff asked, sensing my concern.

"Nah," I said, regaining my composure. "Just a little nervous about seeing Tony again... with the divorce and all."

"Yeah," Peter said, "I was more than a little surprised when Tony told us you'd be joining us. What brings you up this way?"

"Pool party up in Hood River," I said, "a last-minute invite." I sipped my beer and described the house perched up high in the gorge, overlooking the Columbia river.

Jeff glanced at his brother. "Sounds familiar."

Surprised, I eyed them suspiciously, wondering if I'd given them too much information.

"Yeah," Peter said, giving me a wink, "sounds like Tom and Nancy's place."

My jaw dropped open.

"I take it that's a yes," Peter said. "Small world... I didn't know they were hosting a lifestyle party this weekend."