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  Gwen’s cunt spasmed beneath his lips as her moans heightened and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. Moving upward, Andrew latched onto her clit, his teeth nipping at it, drawing small squeals from his woman. With tongue and his lips, he began to suck hard on the tiny pearl, coveting the way it reacted to him.

  Fingernails scratched on the sheets as her arousal climbed. Opening his eyes, Andrew noticed his friend, Jake, was lying next to their woman, nuzzling her neck.

  Euphoria set down upon Andrew that both men were bringing this woman pleasure. A woman who had endured hardship, heartache, and betrayal for most of her life. Now, they would fill her life with love and happiness, showing her how love with a man was supposed to be.

  Andrew’s life had been so disheveled that he never really thought he would find someone who would love him for the rest of his life. Now, this woman beneath his hands, his body, his lips, was his, and Jake’s, offering her love so openly to them.

  Shudders traipsed through her body as he pleasured her right before a massive spasm struck her pussy and she keened out at the climax that wracked her body. Cream flowed from her onto his chin as he continued to suckle her, drawing out her orgasmic pleasure. He lapped up what she gave to him, swallowing her nectar as she began to descend from her state of bliss. Gwen’s body became still and quiet, though her breaths were shallow.

  After pulling his face away from her, Andrew rose up further on his knees, lined his cock up with her channel, and thrust inward. A sigh escaped her lips at the action as she thrust downward upon him, meeting him.

  Moving her legs up to his shoulders, he had her spread open for him. Gwen ground herself against him, as if begging him to move. Not one to deny his woman, he began to piston into her.

  As much as he wanted to take this slow, he knew they were both too far gone to do so. Thrusting in and out, Andrew felt Gwen’s vaginal walls tightening around him with each outward motion as if she was trying to hold him in. It pleased him that she tried.

  Arms reached up around him again, holding him to her as she continued to move against him. Her moans of pleasure became muffled and when he glanced up, he saw that Jake had captured her mouth in a kiss.

  Unable to hold back any further, he thrust into her as if she was going to disappear from beneath him. In his lower spine, tingling sensations began. His cock felt as if it was going to explode, his balls tight and full.

  Spasming walls grasped him to her and Andrew knew her climax was upon her. Letting himself go, his balls, boiling with cum, released and it began to spew forth through his cock and out into the condom he had donned. Nails bit into his flesh, feeding his own orgasm, causing it to prolong his ejaculation.

  Finally, spent, he collapsed on top of Gwen. He had never had experienced anything like it before and as he looked off to the side, he could see the pleasure on his friend’s face. This was home. Gwen was their home.

  Chapter Nine

  Gwen stretched her body, her muscles feeling the strain of being thoroughly used after two decades, even though then they weren’t fully used. Two warm bodies, one on each side of her, still slumbered, so she scooted down to the foot of the bed to climb out. Making her way to the bathroom, she closed the door behind her as not to disturb the two who deserved the rest.

  The night ended somewhere around four a.m. Gwen was embarrassed now at how insatiable she had become. After round one ended, Jake had retrieved bottles of water from the mini-fridge in the suite, letting them replenish themselves before moving on. After round three, they had all collapsed, exhaustion claiming them.

  Now, Gwen knew the day needed to begin, for they had already made plans for a meeting of the club owners and those vested in its opening. She had promised a spread of food and she knew there was some cosmetic work needing to be done in the kitchen before their arrival.

  After she was finished with necessities, she moved out of the bathroom and over to her closet, which was still quite empty. Donning a pair of gray sweats and a pink sweatshirt, minus undergarments, she knew she would wear them until she needed to clean up before company arrived.

  Stepping back out into the room, she noticed the two were still asleep, Jake on his side facing her and Andrew on his stomach. Sunshine filled the room, but neither seemed to be bothered by it, probably because of their schedules as paramedics.

  Heading downstairs, Gwen set about peeling potatoes and placing them in a large stock pot for boiling. Once she finished with those, she removed the meat from the fridge and rubbed it with spices before placing the platters back in the cold to marinate.

  As the potatoes cooked, Gwen prepared breakfast and by the time it was ready, the two men stumbled down the front staircase and entered the kitchen. Looking up from placing the dishes of bacon, eggs, toast, and fruit, she found both men watching her.

  Both wore jeans slung low on their hips, their chests bare. Muscles abounded in their shoulders, chests, and arms. Their abs were mouthwatering as the ridges flexed with each breath. The ridges of the V that aimed to their pelvic areas were evident though did eventually disappear beneath denim.

  Their movement toward her brought her attention back to the entire kitchen. The kiss of a blush on her cheeks was noticed by Andrew and Jake as they came to her and placed a kiss on her cheeks. “Good morning, honey,” Jake said as he picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it.

  “Good morning, Gwen. You should have woken us to help you,” Andrew said.

  Shrugging, she quietly said, “You two looked so peaceful sleeping. I thought I’d at least get a start on things. Now that you are awake, you can help out.”

  “You need to eat first, baby girl. Then we’ll do whatever you need us to do.” Andrew kissed her nose before leading her over to the island where they could all sit together.

  After enjoying their meal, Gwen cleaned up what dishes needed to be done while Jake and Andrew fitted the cabinets and drawers with their handles. Touch-ups of paint were applied where needed and the fridge and dishwasher finally nestled into their home slots.

  It was near five before they finally felt the house was in good enough shape to entertain. Beers, sodas, and water filled the fridge in the back room while extras were in the fridge in the garage. The food was ready to be set out on the bar between the kitchen and back room, the meat ready to be set on the barbeque on the patio.

  Gwen had to slap hands away when she was showering. Both Andrew and Jake kept trying to seduce her, but she knew there wasn’t enough time. Finally, giving in, she sank to her knees in the oversized shower and began to caress their hard cocks.

  Pressing them up against the tile wall, she gazed upon their glorious sexes. Andrew’s was long and wide, pointing straight out from his thatch of dark curly hair while Jake’s curved up out of its nest of blond curls. He wasn’t as long as Andrew seemed to be but his girth still rivaled it.

  Jake’s dick seemed to call to her as it bounced slightly. She knew it was the blood flowing through it, but she could imagine it beckoned her. Leaning in, she sniffed his balls, his sack low hanging. Then, she leaned over to do the same to Andrew, whose sack was tighter, closer to his body. Both men groaned.

  Slipping her tongue out, she ran it from the bottom of Andrew’s balls up and over the veined side of his hardened silky steel. At the tip, she ran her tongue around it, tasting the pearl of salty pre-cum that crowned it. This was the first time she had tasted a man’s essence and she found it wasn’t repulsive as she thought it would be. In fact, she was spurred on by the fantastic taste of one of her lovers.

  Slow and sensually, she moved her mouth down the length of Andrew until the tip hit the back of her throat. Pulling her mouth back up, she began to pull away but she felt a hand slip into her hair. She felt the fingers tighten there, pushing her mouth back down until her nose was buried in his pubes.

  As he held her in place, she fought her gag reflex while holding her breath. When she felt as if she couldn’t take it anymore, she fought to pull back, which he gran
ted. Moving back up to the head of his shaft, she breathed deep as she ran her tongue around him, tasting more of his salty man juice.

  Letting him guide her, she let Andrew push her head back down and then pull it back up by her tresses. She realized he was fucking her mouth and she found she enjoyed the act.

  Over and over he pushed and pulled on her head, until finally, he held her head still and began to move in and out of her mouth. He would press to the back of her throat, hold still for a few moments before he pulled out, and then repeated. When his actions became more frantic, she knew he was close.

  With one last thrust, he was deep in her mouth and she felt his balls draw up against her chin right before he shot deep into her throat. Wrapping her mouth around the root of him, she tried not to let a single drop escape as he pulled out a bit, letting her catch her breath but also savor the unique taste of him. Tangy and salty was what she tasted as she swallowed what her lover gave her. Laving his length, she cleaned him off, moaning with delight.

  As he pulled out, she looked up at him, not sure what she would find, but she found only contentment in his eyes. Looking over at Jake, she found wonder and desire. His cock was hard and throbbing, his hand around the root of it, readying it for her mouth.

  Licking her lips, she shifted slightly and reached up to caress his balls. His hand covered hers to show her how he liked it, rolling them in her palm. Gwen continued to play with them as Jake guided himself into her open and waiting mouth.

  Jake tasted slightly saltier than Andrew, with a bit of muskiness thrown in. As his shaft hit the back of her throat, she swallowed around him and felt him buck at the sensation. She smiled. His hand grasped her hair and began moving her head back and forth so she was fucking him.

  Over and over he hit the back of her throat while she continued to roll his sack in her hand. Pre-cum painted her tongue with each pass as she tried to suck on him. When she felt him swell in her mouth and his balls tighten in her hand, she prepared herself for the onslaught that was about to take place.

  Cum spurted from him onto her tongue, letting the sticky warm substance pool in her mouth. Jet after jet filled her and finally, when he stopped, she closed her mouth and swallowed all that he had generously given her.

  Smiling up at both men, she felt as if she was the cat that had swallowed the canary, but in this case, the cream. Both men were looking down at her with adoration. She had never felt so wanted and needed before and she would do everything possible to please them.

  “Now,” Andrew said with a sly grin. “I believe we have company coming soon. I don’t know why you started all of this when you knew we were pressed for time.”

  Gwen felt her mouth drop open in shock at his teasing. Slapping him on his bicep, which actually was hard as a rock, she accused, “You started it by trying to have your way with me!”

  “Are you arguing with your Doms?” Jake said from behind her, his hands sliding around to grasp each generous breast. She gasped at his action, feeling his half-hard cock at the top of her ass.

  Not sure what to answer, she lowered her head. Jake’s hands squeezed her breasts, sending zings straight to her clit. “I asked you a question, sweetheart. Remember, you have to verbally communicate with us, even if we are joking.”

  “I wasn’t arguing, per se. I was just reminding you who is making us late,” she said meekly.

  Andrew pressed his hand to her cheek. “We are just joking with you, baby. You do know that, don’t you?”

  Feeling relief flood her body, she shrugged. “I wasn’t sure.”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” Andrew said, stepping up to her. “I’m sorry. We may be Doms, but we do joke and tease, too. We aren’t hardcore Doms who want you to be submissive all the time. Please forgive me?”

  Nodding, she reached out and caressed his arms. “I’m sorry. It’ll take a little bit to get used to your moods. To know when it’s submissive time or regular.”

  “Vanilla,” Jake said in her ear.

  “Huh?” she asked, confusion registering in the one worded question.

  “BDSM is a lifestyle that we lead, but when we aren’t in a scene, it’s called vanilla.” Jake’s voice was soothing at her ear. “But, you’ll probably learn a lot of this from your friends tonight, or we can sit and talk about it all tomorrow. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  Andrew reached for the shower gel and began to lather her body while Jake grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair. The caress of their hands was soothing and mesmerizing and something she could get used to. The seemed to cherish her, which she loved.

  When they were finished, they rinsed off her body, taking their time with her girly parts. Jake put conditioner in her hair and let it stand for a minute while he kissed her lips. Andrew was soaping up as this was done. Jake rinsed her hair so that when she was ready to get out, Andrew toweled her off while Jake soaped up.

  By the time they were dressed and Gwen had applied some makeup, their company had arrived. The men gathered in the back room while the ladies helped Gwen put the food out on the counter that separated the two rooms.

  Lyndee, Anita, Gina, Siobhan, and Wilson’s wife, Tina, brought dishes to be added to the buffet, while Angela, who still wasn’t proficient with her cooking skills, brought some desserts for later.

  Andrew and Jake had made sure everyone had a drink of some kind while Jake took the meat out to gas grill outside and began to cook everything to everyone’s liking. Soon, piles of chicken and steaks were brought in and placed on the counter next to the rest of the food.

  Everyone gathered their food and found places to sit near the roaring fireplace. Chairs from the dining room had been brought in to make sure there were enough seats for everyone.

  Once everyone was settled, Anita, who was sitting in a recliner closest to the fireplace, spoke. “As you all know, we are going to use Wilson’s house for our local BDSM club. The blueprints have been made and there will be a good amount of renovations that will need to be done. I am open to suggestions to what equipment we will need to have along with areas that might appease some of the more extreme fetishes out there. Those of course will be for the private rooms.”

  Gwen listened to what Anita was saying but was surprised to find that the woman who seemed so shy and demur only six months ago had changed. Gone was the shyness and before her now was a strong, confident woman. The three men sitting around her were probably a big part of the change in the woman.

  Lyndee, she knew, was a fed, a strong woman, but she was also a submissive to three men, Storm, Trey, and Austin. On the outside, she looked as confident and strong as Anita. She knew that Lyndee had been kidnapped from Denver by a madman and brought to Montana where she escaped and was found by her men. They, along with Anita’s men and several others in the room, had fought the Russian mob to keep her safe.

  Gina had been followed to town by who she thought was her supposedly dead husband but it turned out to be the man’s best friend. Gina had run away from her abusive husband while she was pregnant, after he shot her. A fire had consumed their house during that time, killing the man, causing Gina to think she had killed him and would go to jail. Her son had been born and had to have his little leg amputated. The sheriff Connor Lawson and his deputy, Jared Pearce, had saved her from herself along with the deranged man that was following her.

  Angela, Connor’s sister, had a rocky past and it took a federal agent and one of the Circle G men to help her become the woman she was now. A man from her past, Owen Taylor, who had kidnapped her and a friend of hers when they were girls, raped them and then killed Angela’s friend, had come back to haunt her. He kidnapped several young girls again and then kidnapped Angela. Most of the men in this room had come to her rescue.

  Siobhan, the Irish beauty, had an evil man follow her across the Atlantic to get to her. Her father had been caught up in the Irish Republican Army and had the feds after him. Everything came to a head at the Tipsy Tavern one night, her two men, Ray and Bria
n Hawthorne, helping to save her along with the other men in the room.

  Gwen was finding that the men around her really took care of their own, along with others. They had proved that when they rescued Anita from Virgil and then did what they needed to do to find James and herself in that logging cabin.

  The only ones she didn’t know was Wilson and his wife, Tina. They were the only singular couple there, but offering their home to them for this venture.

  Now, they wanted to make a place where it would be safe and consensual to play. Even though Anita was backing this with the insurance money she had gotten from her husband, Craig’s death and from their friend, Scotty, they were all helping.

  The camaraderie in this room was overwhelming and she was thankful to be a part of it.

  Anita’s voice brought her back to the room. “We will need to find out what licenses we will need along with insurance. The club that most of the men belong to in Denver has offered to help us out in this venture. They will act as a sister club. For those of you who are able, they have offered to put us up for a few days this week to go over operating procedures, day to day activities, and more of the in depth behind the scenes mechanics of a BDSM club.”

  As she directed her gaze at Gwen, Jake and Andrew looked at her also, making her feel a bit conspicuous. “Gwen, I’ll need you to go with us since you are going to be our secretary. I was hoping Jake and Andrew could accompany you but I wasn’t sure of their schedules.”

  “We’re off work for another week, so we can go with you guys,” Jake said. “Thank you for including us.”

  “We’re all in this together,” Storm said from his seat on the couch. “The only way this will be a success is if we all work together.”

  Heads nodded in agreement while several others uttered, “Yes.”

  “Great, we’ll get you the flight information by tomorrow. I think we’ll be able to cover all the bases with multiple people there to see how things are run. I appreciate all your help.” Anita was the picture of a business woman and Gwen was happy to see that she was finding a niche for herself.