Claimed by her Husband and his Bestfriends

Myla walked barefoot down the wide hallway, silk robe tied loosely at her waist. She hadn’t been able to sleep again, not with the way Hayden had barely looked at her tonight when she had tried to initiate some intimacy. She moved without direction, hoping the stroll would ease the ache between her legs. As she passed the arched corridor that led to the indoor pool, she paused, brows furrowing as she noticed the lights were on and the glass doors were open.

“That’s strange. Meredith never forgets to properly shut it before she goes home.” She muttered to herself as she changed direction and started walking to the pool area.

The far end of the pool area had a sauna and a Jacuzzi on a platform overlooking the waterfall.

The pool itself was fed by an artificial waterfall and surrounded by planted trees, plants, and flowers, which gave it a secluded private island feel. Chaise lounges were scattered in different spots around the room. In the middle of the large pool, there was an artificial island where, like, four adults could stretch out and comfortably do whatever they wanted to do. And she and her husband, Hayden, had done a lot of “whatever” on that place.

This was one of her favorite places in the whole mansion.

As she cautiously entered the pool area, stopping behind some potted trees and flowers in the shadows, she frowned as she noticed two shorts lying at the edge of the pool, but there was nobody else.

Suddenly, two sleek male heads broke through the surface of the water, facing the opposite direction. Myla smiled, relaxing as she recognized the back tattoos of her husband's two best friends, Beck Garner and Jared Lotto.

Nobody should question the way she can recognize them by their tattoos. If you also had the opportunity to see the s*xy, muscular backs of these men, you would automatically keep every detail in your brain, too.

She opened her mouth to call out to them as they started moving towards the opposite edge of the pool, but the words died as they pulled themselves out of the water with an easy lunge and stood under the golden light. They were…naked! And judging from the thick, erect cocks jutting out from their bodies, they were thinking about s*x. Beck turned away from her to murmur something to Jared and presented her with a view of one of the hottest asses she had ever seen.

“Oh my god… f*ck me,” she whispered to herself, eyes glued to the beautiful naked bodies in front of her. The golden light highlighted the way water ran down their sleek muscles.

Myla's eyes unconsciously followed a drop of water as it slid from Beck’s shoulder, down his back, and over his tight, muscled *ss, imagining her tongue following the same path.

“F*ck! I have to get out of here now.” She whispered as guilt tore through her.

Before she could turn away, Beck grabbed Jared by the back of his neck and pulled him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

She gasped in shock and quickly covered her mouth. Thinking to herself, they are kissing?! Since when were they gay… Or should she say Bi? They both looked so….

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as her eyes strained to see through the thick leaves.

Beck’s hands slid up Jared’s wet chest. Jared growled low in his throat and yanked him closer, his hand sliding between their bodies and grasping Beck’s c*ck, working it until she heard him groan into his mouth. He released Beck’s c*ck and pushed on his shoulder until he sank to his knees in front of him, his mouth open and tongue out.

Jared’s eyes went half closed in arousal as he took his thick, long c*ck in his hand and stroked it slowly, rubbing it against Beck’s lips and tongue. Then he curved his hand around the back of his head, holding him firmly in place, and slid his thick c*ck into Beck’s mouth and began f*ck*ng his mouth.

A shiver of arousal zapped down Myla’s spine and settled in her p*ssy as she watched the thick stalk of Jared’s c*ck pumping in and out. Beck reached down and grabbed his own c*ck, milking it. She let out a low hum as she watched a drop of precum glisten on the tip of his p*n*s before his thumb spread the liquid around the engorged crest. Then his hand moved faster and faster as he reached up with the other one and began caressing Jared’s balls.

Myla couldn’t tear her eyes away from them; there was an unexpected beauty to their movements. It was the most fascinating and erotic sight she had ever seen. Hungrily, she watched as the dampness between her thighs increased as her cl*t began to throb.

Myla’s hand slid between her legs and rubbed her swollen cl*t as she fantasized about being a part of the scene as it played out in front of her. It had been so long since she’d felt a thick c*ck on her tongue, so long since she had s*ck*d Hayden’s c*ck until he shot his c*m down her throat.

Beck suddenly pulled his mouth from Jared’s c*ck and gave a s*xy moan as his hand that was milking his c*ck sped up, and a few seconds later, c*m erupted from his c*ck, staining his hand.

Jared looked down at his flushed face, adoration gleaming in his eyes. “F*ck, baby, I will always love the way you look when you c*m.” He said tenderly, stroking his hand through his hair.

Then he pulled Beck up, gave him a deep kiss, and then spun him around. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he moved him to a nearby chaise lounge. “Bend over for me and spread that perfect *ss for me.” I’m just preparing you for taking me when we get back to our room.”

She heard Jared moan loudly as he watched Beck’s bubble butt bent over. He squatted down, reached for Beck’s semi-soft c*ck as it hung between his spread legs, and stroked it. Then he picked up a tube of lubricant from the chair and covered three of his fingers generously and slowly inserted them into Beck’s tightly puckered *ss. His wrist began a twisting motion as he pushed two fingers deeper and then pulled them almost out and pushed them back in, over and over again.

“It’s your turn, Beck. When we get upstairs, I’m going to make you bend over and spread your *ss cheeks the way you’re doing now. Maybe I’ll use the inflatable plug on you so that you’re filled while I s*ck your c*ck until you are hard as nails. Then, I’m going to put your c*ck ring on, stretch you out on the bed, and sink deep into you and pound your prostate until you can’t take it anymore and beg me to allow you to c*m. But you already know that I’m not going to let you come then, don’t you? You agreed, right? You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, won’t you, Beck?”

“Yesss, goddamn it. But just remember, Jared, payback is a b*tch.” Beck whimpered out.

Then he threw back his head and moaned when Jared inserted his third finger into him and began finger-f*ck*ng his *ss more rapidly. His hand still kept his *ss cheeks spread wide apart, giving Myla an incredible view as Jared’s fingers scissored and twisted in and out of Beck’s *ss.

Myla’s mouth fell open, and her fingers moved faster as she watched as Jared smirked, intently looking at Beck’s face, drinking in each flash of pleasure and emotion. Suddenly, Jared leaned down and took Beck’s c*ck into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing at the strength of his suction. Beck let out a loud moan and began pushing backwards while pumping back and forth, impaling his *ss on Jared’s fingers.

As Beck’s movements became sloppier, Myla’s fingers on her cl*t began rubbing faster as her orgasm built fast, her body shaking with the flood of pleasure. Beck let out a long groan, his face spasming in pleasure as his climax hit him. Myla came with him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

The sound was very low, but both men turned their heads toward the plants.

Myla quickly ducked lower as their eyes scanned the shadows. Trying to control her heaving chest as her heart raced.

After a beat, they turned back to each other.

That was enough to snap her out of the trance she’d been in. Stunned at her actions, she withdrew her hand from between her legs, whirled around, and quickly ran back down the corridor.

Shame and guilt were eating her up inside.

* * * *

Jared slowly pulled his fingers from Beck’s *ss and wiped his hands on one of the moistened antiseptic towelettes from the dispenser next to them. Then they both lay panting on the chair and tried to get their breaths and heart rates under control.

After a few minutes, Jared turned to Beck, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “Well, do you think our Myla got enough of an eyeful, Beck?”

Beck smirked, “I sure hope so, Jared, or we may have to put on another ‘show’ for her.”

“Oh, horrors! Do you think we can stand to do it again?” Jared asked sarcastically.

“Oh, yes, I think we can. It’ll be hard, but we can take it,” Beck said with a grin.

Myla was on her hands and knees, her lips wrapped tightly around Beck’s thick c*ck, hearing his low groans as her tongue flicked along his shaft. Jared was behind her, holding her hips firm while he slammed into her, each thrust deep and rough. Their hands caressed her body like they owned her. Their voices filled her ears with filthy praises. She felt her p*ssy spasm as her orgasm rose. Climbing higher and higher, till…

Myla woke with a soft gasp, her heart beating fast, her skin damp even with the cool AC. She blinked rapidly at the ceiling, trying to clear the memory of the wet dream.

Though it had been a month since the pool incident, she was still dreaming of Beck and Jared.

Three long weeks since she'd watched her husband’s best friends f*ck each other like a creep.

"...Until you can’t take it anymore and beg me to allow you c*m." She heard the words that Jared said to Beck that day echoing in her ears, "You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, won’t