"I have a surprise for you Princess," Rob whispered in my ear. I raised my head to look at him from my position cuddled along his side while he was stretched out on his back in our bed.
"Not all that surprised," I replied, eying the growing lump in his shorts.
He laughed. "The surprise is that I invited Zach to come stay with us in a few weeks," he said. "I hope that's okay. He mentioned that he wanted to come and so I invited him. I probably should have talked to you first given how things have changed," he said, looking a bit uncertain.
"Um. That's fine, I guess," I paused before admitting, "I am sort of nervous to see him though."
"Don't be nervous. It'll be like having him on the phone, only better. You've really enjoyed that lately," he teased.
"I'm not the only one," I huffed. "I think you are both really into it."
"Absolutely!" He rolled on top of me, pushed my legs apart and lifting my skirt in one smooth motion. I sighed with pleasure at the feel of his weight pushing my legs wide so his erection was cradled against my core. He began to rock his hips into me teasingly. "Whatever you want Princess. No need to be nervous. I'll take care of you."
In the weeks leading up to Zach's arrival, I realized that the guys were, in fact, making plans. Rob suddenly seemed reluctant to go anywhere near my ass. For a guy who loves ass play, it seemed out of character.
Zach, oblivious to my nervousness and less concerned with tact, came clean during our next call that he was very excited to try anal while he was in town.
"What!?!" I stuttered. "I think we might need to talk about that!"
"We did," Zach replied. "That first time on the phone. You said you wanted me to and that Rob would teach me how, remember?"
Remembering the filthy things I'd said on the phone to Zach while Rob sodomized me, I felt my face heat up. "I remember," I said quietly, "but maybe we should talk about it again now that I can think clearly."
"Oh, Rob and I did already and it's totally up to you of course. But hopefully by the time I get there, you'll be craving it. I'll be so careful, baby. I promise I'll do exactly what he tells me."
Rob chose that moment to slip his hand between my legs. As my body started to soften, he murmured, "keep talking to her Zach." Before I knew it, my legs were spreading and I realized that the odds of my refusing them when they both wanted something probably weren't great. They were dangerously seductive when working in tandem.
Zach flew in on a Friday evening. Rob went to pick him up at the airport but wouldn't let me come along because he wanted to talk with Zach alone and lay out the ground rules. As he drove off, I wondered if anyone was planning to tell me the ground rules.
When they showed up together an hour later, I was feeding the kids dinner. Zach threw his bag down and swept me up into a big hug before the boys jumped on him, demanding an arm wrestling match. We ate, opened a bottle of wine, and watched a Pixar movie with the kids before Rob herded them upstairs to bed.
Zach and I sat on the back porch, drinking and talking while we waited for Rob. I asked him whether he was dating anyone.
"No," he said, suddenly serious. "Of course not. Why?"
"Well, you're 40 now, old man. I just worry that you might be missing out on finding your person because you're distracted by us," I replied.
"It's sweet of you to worry about me," he replied, his voice taking on that smooth quality from our phone calls, "but I'm a big boy." He winked at me. "I'll be okay."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Forget I said anything. But if things change for you in that respect, it's okay. We want you to be happy, whatever that means for you."
Rob came out then wearing his swim trunks and announced that the kids were in bed and it was time to hit the hot tub. I ran inside and changed into my suit and threw on my robe. By the time I returned to the back porch and made my way out to the hot tub on the patio, the guys had already refilled our drinks and jumped in.
I shrugged out of my robe and turned to hang it on the hook. The lights hung in the tree over the hot tub glowed softly and as I turned back around I heard Rob tell me to stop.
"Turn back to the hook and stretch up again," he said. His voice had taken on the commanding tone that I love. I did what he said, tossing my hair and looking back at them over my shoulder. "Like this?" I asked.
"Yes, perfect," Rob all but growled. I arched my back a bit more and was rewarded with a soft "good girl."
I smiled back at them. "If you're done, may I get in?"
Zach groaned. "I'm just trying not to make a mess in my pants right now, so if you could get in and hide some of that from view, I'd appreciate it."
