The Honeymoon


    I do indeed spend hours on the phone during travel to work out a way for me to be gone, but I get it sorted out.


    Travel turns us to mush, and the excitement and anticipation is shelved when we get to our bungalow and immediately lie down on the bed and fall asleep. Very little sleep the night prior, the rush to get to the airport, and all the travel keeps us motionlessly asleep on the bed for several hours, and I’m the first to wake.


    It’s dark out, the reflection of the moon on the water glowing behind the half-pulled curtains in our room. I slowly get to my feet, careful not to disturb Avery and Sutton, who are still sleeping. I tug the curtain back and take in the effervescent blue water, the moon casting an ethereal shine over our bungalow, and the other bungalows surrounding ours. The water ripples quietly, and a gentle breeze lifts, curling against my face, tossing my hair back just a bit. It’s beautiful here, and the perfect ce for a honeymoon.


    Guilt.


    It never left but it rears its head inside me again. Should I be here? This is a beautiful bungalow over the water, beneath the moonlight. And the days will be spent with cold water licking every curve of Avery’s body, her feet in the sand, her supple body strewn over this mattress at night. I turn away from the window to discover Sutton waking up, and Avery stirring, too.


    Her hair is stuck to her cheek when she sits up, and her eyes are tired. “I’m gonna catch a shower, unless you’d like to shower first?” Sutton asks Avery. She shakes her head, and repositions herself in the middle of the bed, her head resting against the wall. Sutton grabs a few items from his bag and slips into the bathroom, made private by the use of a small pocket door.


    I slide my hands in my pockets and tip my head toward the door. “You don’t want to join him?” I ask, a sliver of awkwardness wiggling down my spine. Embarking on this with them both here and back at home, when I move into their ce, surely means lots of these awkward moments. I’m trading those moments for time with her, and it’s a fair trade.


    She smiles, and despite the day of travel resting on all of our shoulders, Avery still looks beautiful. Her smile makes me smile, too. “I always want to join him,” she says, fingerbing a few strands of hair. “But Sutton likes his privacy.”


    I nod my head. “That’s right.”


    She smirks. “Are you surprised by his modesty?”


    I shake my head. “Not really. He was always very private as a kid. Expected everyone else to be private, too. That’s just his way.”


    “His style,” she reframes, and I nod my head, because I like the way that sounds a lot better.


    “To each their own.”


    She pulls the sheet over her bare legs, then pats the mattress next to her. I take a seat and peer down at her. “Kind of weird how fast things changed between us, right?” she asks quietly, and I sink into the pillows further, tipping my headfortably against hers.


    “Yeah, it is.” I move my arm, draping it over her thigh, letting my hand rest over her knee. I smooth my fingers over the soft, shaved skin. “Can I ask you something?”


    She catches my hand on her knee and weaves our fingers together. My heart beat picks up.


    Holding hands is so much more personal than so many forms of sex. It’s intimate and private, but out in the open, too. My chest erupts in pebbled skin, and the back of my neck grows hot. “Ask away,” she says, admiring our hands together.


    “When you decide you have your fill of this, and you’ve sated your needs beyond reasonable doubt, will you please make sure you tell me? Don’t humor me. Don’t either of you ever do anything for me. This is for the two of you, so when you’re ready to end it and return to our traditional roles, please just… tell me, okay? I promise you both that we can do that. Return to what it was.”


    My chest burns as the words leave me. I need to know that when she’s done, we end this and return to our prior dynamic, that we all have something left to return to.


    She opens her hand, breaking our connection, using the tip of her pointer finger to trace lines on my palm. “Who says there’s an end and not a new beginning?”


    The pocket door slides open, and Sutton, along with a cloud of steam, steps out. He nces over at us, and Avery doesn’t pull her hand away or seem startled whatsoever. She continues to stroke her finger over my palm, casually, as she takes in Sutton, wearing sleep pants and nothing else.


    “What if we order some champagne and steaks and spend the first evening in? Catching up on rest?” she asks, looking between us. Sutton rakes a hand through his hair, sighing. “Sounds good to me. That shower was good but… hell, I’m exhausted.”


    Avery and I trade off showers after that, and when I’m out, I join them on the bed, Avery in the center. She passes me a champagne flute, and I take a drink, eyeing the domed tes that were delivered while I was showering. “How was the steak?” I ask them, sipping my drink.


    She shakes her head. “I don’t know. We were waiting for you.”


    Sutton gets to his feet and rolls the cart to the bed, dragging two chairs with him. He positions them around the small cart, and I get off the bed, taking a seat in the chair facing the bed, assuming Sutton and I will take the ufortable chairs and let Avery sit on the edge.


    She stands next to us, and Sutton takes the chair I assumed he’d take. He nods to the bed. “I’ll cut your steak, have a seat.”


    She rolls her lips together, and her eyes slide to mine. Immediately, I know something more is on her mind.


    “What do you need, Avery?” I ask, discovering that those are my favorite five words.


    “I was thinking,” she says, without preamble or hesitation, which is sexy as hell. “Maybe you could plug me before we eat, just for fun?”


    Sutton is motionless at the table, his hands in hisp as he looks between us. It’s still surreal the trust he extends to me, and because of that, I nod my head. “Okay.”


    She returns with the toy and the lube, then drops her terry robe. The white fabric at her feet is nearly dizzying, and I take my time letting my eyes roam over her naked body. Plucky, darkened nipples, her breasts a perfect handful, her pussy already pink, the lips puffy and swollen— “Avery,” I sigh, holding her by one hip as I survey the beautyid out before me. “You are just too beautiful.”


    She smiles at me.


    “He’s right. You’re perfect,” Sutton adds.


    She hands me the items and I pump my hand full of lube, rolling the plug in my palm. Her eyes lock onto mine, and desire burns down my spine. “Turn around,” I say quietly, my cock already throbbing, anticipating her tight little hole, the smooth globes of her perfect ass, seeing her delicate hands hold herself open for me. Fuck.


    She does, bending slightly at the waist. Her baby pink fingernails make me groan as she reaches behind herself, filling her own palms with her cheeks, pulling herself apart. Her hole blinks and I groan, remembering the vice grip of her ass around my cock. Sex hasn’t felt that way–blindingly intense and beautiful–in years. “Are you ready?” I ask, sliding one of my hands over hers, bracing it there.


    Sutton leans over, and collects her chin in his grip, making her face him. “Look at me while you take it from him.”


    My skin heats, and bumps erupt over every creamy inch of Avery’s flesh. She nods her head, whispering, “Yes, Sutt.”


    Aligning the narrowed end with her body, I move the plug in a circr motion gently, easing it in. She gasps as her ass seals around the toy, epting it into her body. Sutton kisses her lips while she groans, struggling to adjust to the intrusion. A momentter, after I’ve washed, we’re tucked under the table, sipping champagne and eating steak.


    Avery eats in the nude.


    I have an erection the size of my forearm the entire time.


    After, she crawls onto the bed, syed out across her back. “What do you want tonight, my dear?” my son asks his wife, who is now seductively stroking her lean fingers over her bare belly. I would love to see my cum sshed there. I would love to see my cum painting any and every part of Avery Mercer.


    Mercer.


    The fact she shares myst name and has invited me into her body doesn’t escape me.


    “I want Geo inside me, from behind. I want to feel the pressure of being plugged and fucked at the same time.” She holds her husband’s eyes, and at first I think a privatemunication passes between them, but then, as I too look at my son, I realize it’s something else.


    She’s giving him an opportunity to step in, to change his mind, to tell her and me, too, that he can’t do this. Except he only nods and asks, “And where do you want me?”


    She nods to the chair in the corner that looks nothing like the chair in the hotelst night, but when I look at it, my skin breaks out in a cool sheen of sweat all the same. I have to remind myself that Sutton and Avery both want this, that I’m not forcing anyone.


    But as my son sits in the chair, his knees spread, hands on the armrest, and I position myself behind Avery on the bed, I feel like I’m winning sorge, so grand, that I’m taking away from him.


    I peer over the smooth curve of Avery’s shoulder, and bring my lips to her ear. “Are you both ready?” I ask her, wanting her to pass the question to Sutton, which she does. He nods, and she turns back, reaching behind her.


    Sutton pulls the chair up to the edge of the bed, and tips his head sideways, aligning his vision with Avery’s. “Tell me when he’s inside of you all the way,” he says to her, stroking his fingers over the apple of her cheek.


    She nods, and fills her hand with my hard cock, moaning as she discovers the slippery tip. Using my arousal, she pumps me, soft moans bouncing around the teakwood walls. “I’m getting him ready,” she tells my son, adding, “but he’s there. He’s ready.”


    Blonde hair spills over her face as she turns her head, ncing back at me. “Will you touch me there first? Before you fuck me?”


    I nod, not verbally answering, but only because I don’t think I can. Arousal and emotion twist in my guts, clogging my throat. I reach down and stroke two thick fingers up the slit of her pussy, precum spilling from my cock at the way she feels, so soft and slick.


    “Avery,” I moan, pressing my lips to the tender spot behind her ear, kissing her there, on her neck, down her spine. I let my lips roam over the sweet terrain of her shoulders as I slide my fingers up and down her cunt, daring every few strokes to slip my fingertips inside. She’s swollen and sticky, and my cock is hard as a rock, resting against her ass cheek. After a moment, I bring my hand to the plug and slowly twist it. Her back arches, and she clutches Sutton’s hand more tightly in response.


    “He’s moving the plug around,” she tells Sutt, who nods, and tucks hair behind her ear. “It feels really good, Sutt.”


    I notch my eager cock at her cunt, skating my hand from her ass to her waist, staring down at the toy sunk deep inside. “Are you ready? It’s going to be ufortable at first, you have to give it a second, let me make youfortable, okay? Let me stretch you.”


    She nods, gripping my son’s hand more tightly, then murmurs, “I’m ready for you, G.”


    The reduction of my name to a simple letter, the intimacy in being nicknamed by her, the heated slide of her cunt–I can’t wait a moment longer, and I sink inside with a groan.


    “Ohh,” she moans, her soft cries making the bungalow rattle.


    “It’s okay,” I calm her, stroking my hand up and down her naked hip, my eyes pinned on thest few inches of myself not inside of her. The plug tugs toward her body, and I know she’s adjusting to the strain and difort of being so full in both ces. “Give it a minute. Your body will adjust, your pussy can take it,” I tell her, tracing the back of her earlobe with my tongue, my cock pulsing inside of her.


    “That word sounds so good on your lips,” she moans. “I love the way it sounds when a man talks dirty.” She takes Sutton’s hand, and tugs it between her legs. “Rub my clit like you do at home, baby,” she orders, and he does.


    Slowly, I rut my hips into her from behind, over and over, the bed rattling against the teak walls, the ambient noises of the ocean falling away as her moans gain power and volume.


    “How does it feel?” Sutton asks her, still rubbing her clit.


    She reaches back, gripping my naked hip with one hand before moving it on top of Sutton’s, feeling him touch her. It’s so erotic the way she wants us both so much, and finds a way to make us both feel wanted and needed while also taking all the filthy pleasure she desires.


    Avery is an anomaly of beauty and strength, and emotional attraction spiders through my chest, hitting at the worst time. I sink my fingers deeper into her hip, focusing on my job. Fucking her, and fucking her good. I touch the plug and stay focused. “Avery, your little pussy is so tight. I can feel that plug in your ass when I fuck you. God it’s good. So perfect.”


    “G,” she moans, the repeated use of that letter now dizzying me. “Oh my gosh, I’m so full, Sutt. It burns but it feels so good.” Her head tips back as a moan lifts from her lips, my name wrapped in her gentle sighs. “Geo, yes, god you have me so full, G. It feels so good.”


    Our flesh ps as I fuck her harder, giving her more intensity as she begs softly, moaning more, deeper, faster, harder. She’s insatiable, and the pressure from the plug against my cock is unreal. Paired with how tight her pussy is, I have to do everything I can to note, to continue pleasuring her until she’s ready to release. After all, this is about her getting what she needs.


    Sutton slips his thumb onto her tongue, and she sucks it, making a groan erupt from my son. “You’re okay,” he tells her. “You look so beautiful, Avery, taking what you want, getting what you need.” She licks his thumb and bobs back down on it, making him groan. “Tell him where you want his cum, baby, tell him where you need to feel it.”


    The way my son and I pass around the role of dominant so easily is astounding. Neither of us battle or struggle for control but moreso, when it’s my time to demand things of Avery, I do, and when it’s his, he does. We pass the baton, almost like what we’re doing is meant to be.


    She nods, blonde hair tangling with sweat against the cotton pillow.


    “Sutton,” she whines, her body trembling against mine as I tug her back toward me, fucking her deeper. “I want to taste myself and I want to taste him. Please, Sutt,” she begs, voice trembling as I skate my hand up her side, cupping her breast. Supple and soft, I squeeze her tit and pinch her nipple, sending my cock deeper as she cries out for Sutton to make a choice. “Please, Sutt!”


    He sits back in the chair, their hands still linked. “You want to swallow his cum?”


    She nods, and heat res in my core, incinerating my insides. Urgency grips me, and my cock throbs, her tight, wet walls closing in all around me, tightening, milking. “Avery, you little minx, you’re tightening up. Tell me you’re not close already,” I breathe, hiding the fact that I’m on the edge, too.


    “Show him, before you swallow?” Sutton urges, and then she’s writhing and bucking, her cunt swallowing my dick as shees in wild, unabashed waves.


    “Sutt,” she draws his name out on an insistent moan, and I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking about the flowers on the arbor at the wedding, and the sand in my shoes at the end of the night. I think about anything but how tight she is, how good she feels, how perfect I fit inside of her. “I’ming, oh my god,” she breathes. She wiggles against me, riding out thest traces of her orgasm before I tug her hair gently, earning me an over the shoulder nce.


    “Stay on all fours,” I tell her, my words a raspy warning as I slide out of her, ncing down at my glistening, creamy cock. “You’re all over my cock, look,” I tell her as she abandons Sutton’s hand to turn around on the mattress to face me, still on her hands and knees. “Clean it up and you’ll get a reward,” I tell her with a wink, flexing my abs as tight as possible to divert blood flow from my cock. I don’t just want to unload in her mouth—each time I’m with Avery, I want to give her the experience of a lifetime. So she remembers forever, no matter where we end.


    She traces the red crown of my cockhead with the pink tip of her tongue,pping at the streaks of arousal left from her pussy. I grip her head, losing my fingers in her soft hair, and guide her up and down my length with gentle force.


    “She’s hungry for it, isn’t she Sutt?” I ask, keeping my eyes on Avery’s open, full mouth.


    “Yes, she is,” he says, sounding smoky and faraway. I realize, that’s how he sounds when he’s aroused. I don’t look up at him, because what we’re doing isn’t about us. Instead, I stay focused on Avery, and the way she curls her tongue around the base of my cock.


    “I want it now, G, please,” she begs, swirling her tongue around my balls as I stroke my cock over her face.


    I plunge myself into her mouth, with every intention to pull back out and tease, but when she makes a noise of approval in the back of her throat, I lose all hope of edging us.


    Gripping her head more tightly, I hold her eyes with mine. “You ready?”


    She nods, and I take her face in both hands, and watch her face as I cum, each hot, thick spray making her eyes flutter. My spine grows wobbly and the back of my neck hot as I watch, each shot of cum earning me a seductive moan. When I’m done, I tip her face upward and slide out.


    “Show him,” my son says.


    She opens her mouth slowly, revealing a mess of white on her tongue. My cum. In her mouth. I dip my finger in it, and trace her lips. Blue eyes on mine, she closes her mouth and faces my son, bringing his hand to her throat. He holds her there as she swallows, and he gets to his feet, taking her face in his hands. “Tell him thank you.”


    She knees her way back to me, and kisses me. I taste myself, but I don’t care, because kissing Avery is the sweetest thing. Her lips are pliable, and when her tongue curls into mine, and she infuses my chest with a moan, I break the kiss, and the spell.


    “Thank you,” she says quietly.


    I smile. “Let me take your plug out, and help you clean up.” We get off the bed and go to the restroom, where I remove the plug and wash it at the sink, back in my terry robe. She slips back into hers, too, then begins using the restroom, holding it up around her waist.


    I eye her on the toilet, white robe all around her face as I stand at the sink, washing my hands. “I would have given you privacy.”


    She arches a brow yfully. “Do you want me to have privacy?”


    I shrug. “I want you to get what you want, Avery.”


    Her smile makes thingse alive beneath the robe. “I’m d you’re here.”


    In the room, we join Sutton in bed, with champagne and fruit. We talk about the ceremony, how everything turned out, how great Kat and her pink hair looked in her tux, and how dreamy the altar photos will be, with the sunset and beach creating the ultimate romantic backdrop. We talk. Weugh. Sutton and Avery make love, and I find myself lying next to them, eyes closed, enjoying the tender noises. And eventually, we sleep.<hr>


    The next day, the three of us decide to do local shopping, strolling the main street where all the local artisans have shops. Avery selects a bolt of Tifaifai fabric, a traditional French polynesian fabric she hopes to use to reupholster a few pieces in the warehouse, and have enough scrap for a focal wall piece. We have it shipped to the warehouse, and while working that out, she falls in love with a string of pearls, freshwater. She wears them the rest of the day after Sutton purchases them, and I put them on her as he pays and she holds her hair up. After eating fish in a restaurant right on the coast, we start walking back, stopping at a small adult store with a cyan neon sign tucked between two ssworks shops.


    Sutton stays outside, snapping photos of the horizon, and Avery and I go in like two kids in a fucking candy store. She asks questions about items she’s never seen or heard of—I’m utterly shocked to learn she’s never heard of male chastity, though we skip the cage. Together, we select several items. The cashier takes my money, and I watch Avery’s expression as the clerk bags the items. Her excitement reminds me of Sutton when he was young, when I took him to pick a new baseball card, how excited he’d be to get back into the car and just hold it on the way home.


    “Are you happy with what you selected?” I ask we walk out and collide with Sutton, who is talking to some locals, speaking fluently in French.


    She smiles. “Excited to get back now that we have toys to y with.” My chest tightens at the yful way she waggles her brows.


    When we get back to the bungalow, Sutton pours us champagne, and we take turns using the shower, each of us slipping into our terry robes. Avery makes a joke that she will now have a Pavlovian response to white hotel robes because it will make her think of all the sex we had this week, and Sutton and I agree.


    He holds her hand that night and watches as she lies on her back, legs spread, me between them. I use two of the dildos she picked today, and work them inside of her, one at a time, slowly. She clings to Sutton’s hand, bringing it to her cheek forfort as I nudge the second one in, next to the first. “Avery wanted to be stretched, to know what it felt like to have two men inside of her, without the risk of having a baby with a stranger. Isn’t that right, Avery?” I smile as I ask.


    She nods, dropping her chin to her chest. “Yes, G.”


    Sutton kisses her hand, and I watch him for a few minutes as I move the toys, in tandem, in and out of her. Her legs thrash as she nears orgasm, and he watches only her. Where the toys enter her, her expressions, her toes curling into the covers, her hair strewn over the pillow. He watches her in her most primal state, taking pleasure she needs, as I admire her for being brave enough to ask for and chase it. Their love is solid, and each time I join them, I see that. I’m proud of them both for it.


    When she’s whining and moaning, and stretched as far as she can tonight, I slowly withdraw each toy, one at a time. She sits up on the mattress, peering down at me with an adorable pout. “I want toe again, G.”


    Opening the small wooden box I brought to bed with me, I hold up my palm and show her the Baoding balls we selected in town earlier today. Her eyes widen and she simply says, “yes.”


    Sutton and I have done well not looking at each other during moments where it would be ufortable, and I’ve surprisingly found myself at ease when they have their time together, because I get so much of her, I’m not jealous the way I thought I would be.


    She gasps when the first ball breaches the narrowest part of her pussy, and Sutton tells her she’s doing good, and that she’s taking it all so well. The other ball goes in easier, clinking against its mate inside her, the noise muffled by her body.


    “The weight and sensation of these inside you when I take your ass will make you scream.”


    I fuck her doggy on all fours, and Sutton kneels at the edge of the bed, kissing and licking at her mouth. She attempts to cry out, but he captures it, swallowing up her moans. I cum deep, and she sits on her tailbone, leaning forward to watch it ooze out. She ys with it, dipping her fingers inside before stroking my softening cock a few times.


    Sutton takes her to the restroom and helps her wash up, and I clean the toys when they’re done. And the three of us flop down across the bed, and finish the champagne, discussing how fun it would be to own some of these bungalows and sell them.


    We sleep well.<hr>


    Avery saunters off to the spa on-site, leaving Sutton and I to ourselves. We end up ying nine holes of golf, then enjoy Poisson Cru, the ind’s ssic dish. We share beers that don’t quite taste like beer, and walk along the small road in town, discussing ns for future Mercer ventures. He calls the head of security for Mercer, and verifies that the wedding gifts were safely moved to his house, and we meet Avery at the beach a few hours before sunset.


    Sutton pulls a chair into the water and sits, letting the ocean rise mid-calf. Avery positions herself between his legs, the water up to her belly. They share a few private words, a few I love yous, and then she calls me over. I sit in the water next to her, with her, and nce up at Sutton when she reaches for my hand, cing it over her bikini bottoms. Sutton’s eyes fall to the crystal clear water, spotting my hand, and what she’s doing, and in response, he tips his face toward the setting sun, draping hisrge hands over her shoulders.


    He kneads her muscles and ys with her hair, then brings his lips to her ear, kissing right beneath before settling back in his chair.


    I tug her bikini bottoms to the side, and enjoy the tide and the balmy air as I slip two fingers into the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever felt. Avery whimpers quietly, because there are other vacationers nearby. Plunging in and out, with my thumb on her clit, I bring her to orgasm within two minutes, and she tips her head back to find Sutton leaning forward. They share a kiss as I stroke thest bit of orgasm out of her little writhing body, and when the sun has set, we move back to our room.


    We fall asleep on the bed, sticky and hot from the beach and sun, but morefortable than ever. A couple of hourster, I wake to the sound of Sutton and Avery making love, her little gasps and titited sighs making me hard. He drops his mouth to her ear, but because her hip is merely an inch from mine, I hear the words he feathers over his wife.


    “I want to put a baby in you, Avery, you want that, too, don’t you?”


    “Yes, Sutt, I want your baby. Please,e deep inside me. I need your cum,” she whines back to him, their soft breeding banter arousing me beyond reason. After Avery orgasms and Sutton fills her to the brim, he slips out of bed to get a towel, and that’s when she turns on her side, facing me.


    She reaches between us, finding me thick and hard. She pumps me, though we say nothing, and when Sutton returns, he sits on the edge of the bed behind her, and pulls her hair back. “What else do you need?”


    She slips out of bed and ces her palms on her thighs after falling to a crouch, resting on her feet and knees. “Paint my face, Geo.”


    Suttones to stand at my side, his eyes on her face as he holds her hair up off her face and neck, allowing me a clean canvas. She sucks me and he tells her she’s doing good, and then when I tell her I’m close, he moves behind her, holding her face steady, warning her.


    “It’sing, baby, are you ready?”


    I stroke myself just a few times before ribbons of cum stter over her face, dropping down onto her thighs and the floor.


    When I’m done, I clean her up while Suttonbs her hair and braids it. “How was it?” Sutton asks, looping an stic around the end of her braid. “Absolutely perfect.”


    After, we share ice cold water and dip our feet into the ocean one more time just to watch the moon, then head to bed, and sleep well.<hr>


    Rest and rxation. That’s what today is for. I’m d Sutton didn’t n too much for this trip, because everything we’ve done so far has felt absolutely perfect.


    We order room service for every meal. Avery soaks in the tub. Sutton swims in the ocean. I take a nap. We all take a nap. And after everyone is showered and clean, Avery asks Sutton to consider something special tonight.


    I watch his face as she asks him to make love to her while she lets me have her mouth. She asks for him toe inside of her, but she expresses her desire to have us both at once. “Greedy” is how she categorizes herself, but “hungry” is the word I use in my mind.


    He agrees, and she lies on her back, moaning my son’s name as Ie to her face, turned to the side, and fuck her mouth. I don’t look at Sutton, to see if he’s watching her, because I don’t need or want to know. Instead, I keep my eyes trained on her tits, bouncing each time he ms into her. She grips me at the base, bobbing on my cock as she takes it hard from Sutt, and after a few minutes like this, shees, orgasming explosively all over his cock.


    “She’sing for us,” my son says, voice hoarse. “You’reing unraveled, aren’t you?”


    She nods, whimpers and sucks me, bobbing so deep, making my entire body impatient for my impending release.


    Sutton and I both stop moving at the same time. I don’t look, but I know because at once, the bed stops squeaking, and the poor teak walls get a break.


    “Fuck,” I grit out, knowing what’sing. Literally.


    “Get ready, Avery,” he warns. Her hand falls to her stomach and her eyes roll closed, and I slow my hips for a moment to enjoy the sight of Avery being happily bred. “Take my baby, Avery. Let mee so deep I get you pregnant, please baby.”


    Her knees rear back another inch as she grinds down on Sutton, and that’s when the final thread snaps. “Avery, I’m going toe,” I tell her, because her fantasy was a spit roast, she never said where she wants me toe.


    She blinks up at me. “In my mouth, please.”


    You don’t have to ask me twice. I plunge back inside her warm little mouth and fuck it,ing in violent waves, the entire bed shaking as she sucks out and swallows up my cum.


    I don’t even remember saying goodnight, but I fall asleep right after, and sleep better than I ever have before.<hr>


    After swimming in the ocean, the three of us enjoy breakfast on the beach, and walk into town again, picking up a few gifts for the office back home. We visit an art gallery, and stop in at a small restaurant for lunch, sharing some of our favorite local dishes. Avery, outfitted in a strapless, floor length sundress, catches looks and turns heads wherever we go but especially today, with her white thong visible through the sheer linen dress. She’s been a sight all week, but today, she has me craving intimacy.


    They must be feeling the same way, because when we get back to the room, she orders everyone in bed.


    Sutton and I take turns making love to her.


    She rolls to him, and they make love, his wedding band glistening in the moon light against her back as he tenderly fucks her. She rolls toward me, leaving him there to wait, then allows me inside of her, and I hold her close to my chest on our sides as I fuck her.


    She rolls between the two of us, and when Sutton has made here twice, he holds her tight when he orgasms, promising her babies, so many babies. And when she rolls to me, and I slide inside of her, finding her sticky and wet already, Ie easily, with her soft moans feathering over me like ice on a sunburn.


    Sutton brings her a towel, and I bring us water, and after everyone is cleaned up and hydrated, we pass out together, Sutton’s thigh thrown over Avery’s right leg, mine thrown over her left. Avery and I sleep nude, and Sutt chooses sleep pants, and everything about what we are or aren’t wearing and the way we areying is a metaphor for who we are.


    That’s thest thing on my mind as I watch the bamboo ceiling fan tugzy circles above me, and I knock out.<hr>


    Topless, Avery sits in the sand, letting the cool waves rush over her legs and belly. She looks fucking beautiful. Sutton and I are sitting back ten feet, in chairs, feet in the water, enjoying ourst beers of the vacation.


    I reach into my pocket and tap the button on the remote, sending a shockwave of pleasure into the plug Avery’s wearing. Yet another toy we grabbed in the shop the other day, she’s already asked if she can wear it on the flight home. When she asked, I was afraid Sutton would say no, that it’s going too far.


    I keep waiting for that—for the kink to reach him in a ce he isn’t ready, for him to freak out and try and call it all off. Or maybe not try but actually call it off.


    But he’s been unbelievably open and epting, and it’s now, as I’m hitting level three on the remote, Avery bouncing on her butt in the sand in reaction, I have to ask.


    Sunsses shading our eyes, I turn his way. “Can I ask you something?”


    His lips twitch. “Sure.”


    I push my sunsses up, into my hair, and narrow my eyes. “Why do you look like you want tough?”


    Sutt, wearing a v-neck white t-shirt, lifts a shoulder and lets it fall, kicking his foot a little when the tide rushes in. Wind drops pieces of tawny hair over his eyes. He shoves it back. “I was just thinking, you already sleep with my wife, what more could you ask?”


    We bothugh, and I watch him carefully as I do, making sure it’s a trueugh and not one shielding pain or regret. “Well that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” I scratch at my now unkempt beard. “The reason I’m here is because you are…cking the desire to adventure, sexually,” I carefully state.


    “Vani,” he says, “I think that’s what the world atrge calls a person like me. Vani.”


    I nod. “You said it, not me.”


    Heughs. “I’m not ashamed. Vani is a great vor. One of my favorites.”


    I nod. “Well, you went from vani to epting this cacophony of vors in your life, and I’m just wanting to know how you got there, how you’re so good with all of this.”


    He sips his beer as the foamy white ocean ims our ankles for a moment. Avery tosses wet hair over her shoulder, flopping back into the waves as I tap the remote again. “That night, in the hotel room, I realized that, you know, the signs had been there. She’d been asking for more from me for some time and… I brushed it off. But she expressed outright that she needed more and that she didn’t want to go without those experiences. And I knew right then and there that I had to change or I’d lose her.”


    I nudge a clump of wet sand with my toe. “When I offered…”


    “It clicked into ce, that a trusted third was what we needed. And I have no male attraction, so to me, having our third be you made even more sense, in some twisted sort of way.”


    It makes sense to me, too. “I shared those thoughts, more or less.”


    He peers back at me, sipping thest of his beer, which is mostly foam at this point. “You know, I thought it was going to be weird, and something I’d need to like, reconcile in therapyter. But it’s rming how natural everything feels. There’s peace of mind knowing that Avery gets the things she needs from someone I trust implicitly. The worry and anxiety never kicked in.”


    I bob my head to his words, then scratch at my beard, one more question on my mind. “Do you enjoy watching her?”


    A grin sweeps his face. “The most un-vani thing about me is how fiercely I enjoy watching her.”


    I toggle the switch on the remote and turn off the toy, which causes Avery to flip onto her belly in the shallow water and blink at us, looking like a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model more than anything. “Hey,” she pouts.


    Sutton looks at me. “Time to go back?”


    I nod, collecting our chairs as Sutton towels Avery off. The three of us walk up the long teak boardwalk to our bungalow, and slip inside. For ourst night here, Avery asks for pain, to see if she likes it and wants to further explore. Back in the room, she stays sun and sand-kissed when I tie her wrists together, then to the headboard, and tie her feet to the bed frame, spread eagle. I ce the metal mps she selected at the toy store on her nipples, and drag my fingertips down her bare belly, tickling her, trying to steal her focus from the biting pain. She winces and whines, but when Sutton appears in a bathrobe and wet hair, she calms for him, her eyes set on his profile as he sits next to her on the bed, kneading her muscles.


    “Remember, if it hurts too much, you say red,” he reminds her, kissing her cheek before finding his ce; the chair in the corner. She nods, and we begin.


    With the plug still in, I straddle her waist and tug at the mps on her nipples. She whines but never uses the safe word, and when I reach back and dip my fingers between her legs, she’s achy to the touch, wet and warm. “You like the difort, don’t you Avery?”


    She nods her head, and turns to look at Sutton, whose focus is pinned on the red blooming around her nipples. Concern is etched on his forehead, but he doesn’t speak, so I tug her mp on the left side, hard, and get her attention back to me.<fna3fd> Get full chapters from F?nd-Novel</fna3fd>


    “Tell him it’s a good pain. A pain that makes the pleasure better. Take away his concern, Avery. Don’t let your husband worry.” She nods at me, sweat glistening in the hollow of her throat. She looks so good this way, tested, worn out, still starved for it. She’s perfect, and I need to quit fucking using that word for her.


    It’s dangerous.


    “It feels so good, Sutt,” she moans, alleviating the concern etched on his face.


    With my thumb on her clit, I rub her, holding the chains to her mps in my other hand. “When I pull this chain, and these mpse off, it’s going to be intense, blinding pain for a few seconds,” I tell her, preparing her for what I know is going to hurt. “But I’m gonna make youe, Avery, and I’m gonna pull the chain at the same time, and you’re going to experience that exquisite pain along with the explosive pleasure.”


    She nods. “I want toe now, but I’m scared,” she admits, causing Sutton to hold her bound hands in one of his.


    The circles I make over her swollen clit grow tighter, more urgent, and a momentter, her legs are trembling and her pleas for mercy echo off the aged teak. “Please, G, please,” she moans.


    My eyes lift to my son’s, and he grips her hands more tightly as I give him the nod. He returns his focus to his wife’s flushed face, and I position myself lower, between her legs, and bring my mouth to her pussy, and finish her with my tongue.


    Her orgasm peaks, and I tug the chain, burying my face deeper into her cunt as her howls of pain and pleasure electrify the air. Sutton’s voice is heavy in the space, his assurance and praise reverberating through the walls as I finish her off. When I’m done, he’s still softly kissing her neck and talking her through it, and I get up, untie her, then wash my face.


    I pass him arnica cream, and he pulls her into hisp, gently spreading the ointment over her wrists and ankles where the rope was tied. She’s limp in her postcoital bliss, and she smiles at me as Sutton gives her the best aftercare, and I pour us each an ice water as the balmy evening air leaves us misted in sweat.


    That night, thest night of the honeymoon, neither Sutton nor myself make love to Avery. She’s the only one to orgasm, but we fall into bed not more than an hourter, sated and exhausted. We wake up to Avery’s rm the next morning, and the honeymoon is officially over.


    We travel all day, exhausted and sore. And back at the airport, Sutton is surprised when two Mercer Properties cars arrive. I tell them I’m going to go back to my ce for a week or two before I move into their house, because I have things to get in order, and stuff to pack.


    Avery kisses me goodbye, and I shake Sutton’s hand, but his gaze follows me into the backseat of the town car, and I don’t miss the way he watches me until the car pulls off into the night.


    He thinks I’m lying about why I can’t go over there.


    And he’s right.