Loading...A muttered curse bounced off the interior walls of the SUV. Gail Steelport took a deep breath, hit the steering wheel of her 2000 Suburban, and let another vile explanative fall from her usually smiling lips. The gauge didn’t lie, and neither did the sound of an engine trying to turn over, but failing to do so. Gail looked around; her headlights aided her in determining that she had pulled off to the side of the road, far enough that no one — who was paying attention — would run into her. Rain pelted the window, as Gail dug through her purse.
“God damn, it!” she hissed; her son had not replaced her cell phone when she’d loaned it to him earlier that morning. Gail leaned her head on the steering wheel; her hands gripped the worn leather, her knuckles were white with frustration and rage. After several calming breaths, she leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes and tried to remember how far back the last house had been, or how far ahead the next one was. “Too far,” she whispered.
An hour passed, the rain continued to fall in hard fast sheets; only one car had gone down the county road, and it only slowed down to ogle the unfortunate fool stuck out in the storm. Gail had fired off a round of curses to their taillights as they’d grown dim. For the past hour, she’d listened to her MP3 player, toyed with her hair, braiding it — unbraiding it, she’d sung songs that made no sense, shed a few frustrated tears, and cursed the day she’d given birth to such an inconsiderate child.
Just as quickly as she’d cursed her son, she’d taken the words back, recalling how he’d made her smile that morning. A homemade birthday cake, marking her 38th year and been presented to her along with a warm smile and gentle hug.
Gail shifted in her seat, pulled her jacket in closer around her, pressed the door lock button for the hundredth time and settled down to take a nap. She’d walk, once the rain eased up, or run — either way she’d have to do something because it didn’t look like any good Samaritans were out and about on this stormy night.
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The invasion of bright lights brought Gail out of her deep slumber. She rubbed her eyes, the tip of her nose, pushed her curly locks away from her face and sat up. Immediately she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the floating dots in front of her eyes. She lifted her hand into the air, warding off the invading illumination. Her stomach rolled violently as the red and blue police lights swirled.
“Calm down,” she told herself. She never was one to be comfortable around a police officer. She wasn’t a criminal and had only gotten a few traffic violations on her record, but she — like many — just got uneasy with a man in uniform and a gun attached to his hip.
Two shadowy figures temporarily blocked the headlamps of the police car. Gail bit her lip, turned the ignition on, just enough to power up the battery. She pressed the window down button, as soon as one of the officers were close enough that he could block most of the rain. The other, she quickly noted was running his flashlight through the windows of her vehicle, noting if there were any other passengers besides herself.
Gail’s insides churned, she gripped the wheel and leaned toward the officer who had barely moved the flashlight’s gleam out of her eyes. He too leaned in, bending so that his face and hers almost touched. Reflectively Gail shrank back.
“I ran out of gas and I don’t have my cell on me,” she quickly explained. The officer said nothing, just ran his light across the front seat, down Gail’s body, noting where things were in the vehicle, and then back along the SUV’s remaining doors, and interior.
“Well, come on over to the patrol car and we’ll see what we can do.”
Gail sighed with relief, grabbed her purse, and instinctively her keys. She locked the doors, and hurried alongside the police officer that had spoken to her. He opened the back door, ushered Gail in, before he darted to the front passenger door and sought his own refuge from the storm. The two men removed their hats, while one flicked on the interior lights, illuminating the three of them.
“Out of gas,” the one officer told the other.
Gail, made note of the two men; the one who had spoken to her, was older than the driver. He had thick red hair, with a few strands of white, his face was freckled, his eyes looked to be green, but Gail really wasn’t sure. The other, a younger man by perhaps ten years, maybe a few more, had dark black hair, it curled around his collar and his eyes were also dark, almost black. Gail smiled to herself, under different circumstances she would have been more than happy to engage in light banter with either of them, and had they different occupations she’d have considered flirting too.
“No phone?” the younger officer asked, his question directed at either Gail or his partner.
“I loaned it to my son,” Gail answered
“Ah, teenagers and responsibility, I guess you weren’t aware that they’re allergic to each other,” the older police officer chuckled. “My daughters were often making me curse their existence.”
“Yeah, my parents had a hard time with me too,” Phil commented.
“Where do you live and we’ll get you home, Miss –.”
Gail smiled at the older gentleman. “Gail Steelport and I don’t think you want to take me home, maybe to the nearest gas station or something, but — well I live a couple hours away. My son is at his dad’s this weekend, so I decided to visit a friend. She lives about four hours from me. I had an early morning birthday party with my son, gave him a kiss goodbye, and then took off to visit with her, only to get there and find out that she wasn’t home — seems she’d forgotten and had taken off for the weekend to visit her family in Detroit. So, I hung around the city, did some shopping and well — now I’m here.”
“Phil and I are off the clock, and we were on our way out to my cabin, on Long Lake, how close are you to there? I’m Sergeant David, by the way — David Clarke, and this is Lieutenant Phil Pitchford.”
Phil nodded his head, started the car’s engine and pulled back onto the road. He paused at the SUV. “Do you need anything out of there?” he asked, his gaze locking temporarily with Gail’s.
She chewed on her lower lip, trying to decide if anything she’d bought was worth running back into the rain for.
“Go grab those shopping bags we saw when we ran the flashlights through her truck,” David quickly ordered; Phil jumped to do his bidding. “I could tell you were thinking real hard on leaving stuff behind or not, they’d be safe, but just the same — is it locked?” David asked, interrupting his own sentence.
Gail noted Phil standing in the rain by the door, looking back at her. “Oh crap, I forgot.” She dug into her pocket, pulled the keys free, pressed the designated button and watched as the officer leaned into the back of the SUV, gathered her belongings and hurried back to the car.
He opened her door, pushed her bags in and dashed back to the Suburban to close its door. She pushed the lock button on her key fob. Embarrassment at being a “bother” to the police officers caused her skin to take on a more heated flush. She pressed her cool palms to her cheeks, and apologized to Phil for being such a pain in the ass. He laughed, waved off her apologies, and resumed their trek down the road. Gail glanced back at her abandoned vehicle, making note — as best she could — where it would be when she made plans to retrieve it.
“You know, if you wouldn’t mind, and if you guys have a spare gas can in your car, then maybe a quick trip to the gas station would be all it’ll take to get me going.”
Phil shrugged his shoulders. “It’s up to him,” he nodded his head to the Sergeant. “But if you’re close to the lake, we may as well take you home; the next filling station is several miles in the opposite direction. You’re vehicle will be fine. I’ll put a call in to dispatch and let them know what’s going on.”
Gail smiled; she really didn’t want to mess with the SUV any more tonight. The thought of being at home, relaxing in her tub, snuggled up in her blankets, reading a good book — all of these things were so much more on her priority list right now than her truck. “Okay, home it is. I live about 45 minutes from the lake, and –.”
“Hell Phil, I just remembered, Lucy’s gonna call the cabin in a bit,” David turned to look back at Gail, “My daughter’s supposed to be landing at O’Hare and I told her to call the lake house. We’ll need to stop there first, and then I or Phil will take you home.”
“That’s fine,” Gail agreed, “I hate being a bother already, there is no way I’ll keep you from your daughter.”
David smiled, glanced at Phil, turned back around and settled back into his seat.
The drive for Gail seemed to take forever, granted she knew it wasn’t the two men in general that had made it a long drive, it was the lateness of the hour, the weariness of the evening’s fretting activities, her mind traveling in a million different directions.
David and Phil had both been more than willing to keep her engaged in their conversations. She learned that David had two daughters, he was widowed, and had been on the force “far too long” and Phil was single, no children, and currently between girlfriends — though he had joked dating either one of Sergeant Clarke’s daughters would be something he’d consider. This had earned the Lieutenant a sharp slap to the back of his head. Gail had chuckled, and both men had complimented her on her laugh. This had led to a blush, a timid thank-you and then what Gail could only describe as awkward silence.
Gail’s interest in her surroundings peeked up when she noted the turn they’d made. The road quickly became rough gravel and the trees seemed to grow denser around them. She sat up and looked out her window. The rain had eased up considerably. A few lights twinkled through the trees, some reflecting off the water. “Long Lake?” she asked.
“Yep,” David answered. “I inherited this patch of land and the cabin, as well as a couple outbuildings back when my dad passed, and he got it from his dad and so on — four generations deep.”
“Nice,” Gail responded, as she watched the headlights illuminate the path before them. Phil took another turn, then another before pressing deeper into the woods. “I bet this place would sell for a fortune,” she commented, more to herself than her chauffeurs.
“You’re into real estate?” Phil asked.
She grinned big. “Yes, I am. I just got my license, so I’m anxious to sell something,” she glanced at David, “but don’t worry, I won’t even try to pitch my idea to you.”
The two men chuckled. Gail settled back into her seat and soon caught sight of the lake cabin that David was so proud of. It was small, homey and looked as if it had been cherished. One of the outbuildings had a motion sensor light attached to it, and when Phil pulled up, the car triggered it.
A light flickered on, beaming rays into the night, allowing the porch as well as a small section of the yard to glow. Gail took in a few details that could be made out with the added illumination. A porch swing, a flower pot, several piles of stacked wood, even a bird feeder seemed to welcome the small entourage into the promising warmth of the cabin.
“Let’s go; the storm seems to be moving on, so maybe we can get in there, warm up a bit, before heading back out,” David said, before opening his door, and making his way to Gail’s.
She waited, and took the offered hand that David put to her. Her fingers curled around his; she noted the warmth, as well as the small sliver of excitement that seemed to skate along her skin. Gail shivered.
“Better get her inside. She’s freezing,” Phil commented. He locked the car and hurried toward the cabin. David and Gail were quick to follow.
“Here,” David edged Gail over to Phil, “keep her warm, while I find the damn keys.”
Phil gently took both of Gail’s arms and pulled her to him. He pressed her against his chest. She shivered again. His jacket was damp, but the moisture was lost to her. All she felt was searing heat as his fingers held her arms and her back pressed into him.
“You are a cold one, aren’t you?” Phil whispered in her ear. She gently trembled again. His warm breath danced across her damp curls. A whimper escaped her lips; Gail decided to play along with being cold, instead of admitting to herself that the two men had stirred an ember inside her that was threatening to explode.
“Here we go.” David pushed the cabin door open, reached in and flicked on the light switch. Immediately not only the porch light came on, but so did the cabin’s living room and kitchen. “I had the electricity installed the first summer after my father’s death. He loved roughing it; don’t get me wrong, I do to, but well — I like modern amenities as well.”
“I’m sure Miss Steelport appreciates you having running water and power, but you still haven’t broken down and installed the heating or cooling unit. I’ll build up a fire, Miss Steelport – – .”
“Gail — please call me Gail.”
Lieutenant Pitchford smiled. “Gail, the bathroom is down the hall to the right. I’ll get a fire going and,” he paused, thought a moment then shrugged his head toward outside, “those bags have any clothes in them? Yours are still damp and I’m sure you’d be more comfortable in something dry.”
Gail laughed. “Of course there are clothes in there, I’m a woman, I’d been shopping, and it was my birthday — so believe me, there are a lot of clothes out there.”
Phil chuckled, as did David.
“I’ll go grab them, you get the fire going,” David said. He darted back outside, while Gail headed to the bathroom, and Phil readied the fireplace.
Gail shut the bathroom door behind her, quickly peeled off her wet shoes, soaked socks, and damp jeans. She shimmed out of her panties, eyed the commode and quickly took care of her personal needs before pulling off her blouse and her bra. The sound of the two men shuffling around the cabin made her self-conscious of her naked, chilled state. A thick plush towel hung on a wooden bar. She grabbed it wrapped it around herself, and opened the bathroom door.
“Um… do you have those bags?” she called down the hall.
“Yeah, anything particular you want?” a man’s voice answered back. She heard footsteps coming closer, peeked out again and welcomed David with a shy grin.
“There’s a Macy’s bag, it has a few things, and then the one from L.L. Bean will have a few things as well,” she said.
“Okay,” said David, he turned to leave then stopped when Gail added — “oh, and the one from Victoria’s Secret.” She blushed when the older man turned back to look at her, his lips were lifted in a smirk, and his eyes carried a touch of humor.
“Okay,” he said, this time more jovial than before. Gail giggled, and shut the door, leaving her knights in shining armor to their own devices.
She heard the phone ring, and knew David’s daughter had most likely called. The shower seemed to call out to her, its water promising to completely remove the chill that was rooted in her bones. Her skin was hot, her face flushed, but the heat of the two men’s touch could not penetrate the frozen temperature of rain soaked clothes.
Gail knew without asking that David wouldn’t mind her showering while he took his call. The towel was returned to the bar, and steam soon filled the small room’s interior. Gail slipped in behind the curtain and let the water fall in satiny sheets.
Her hands roamed through her thick brown curls; she lifted them, making sure the heat soaked through to her scalp. Goosebumps slowly began to disappear as her skin and bones became a more normal temperature. Gail pushed the water from her face, looked around and noticed the absence of shampoo. “Well, damn.”
“Looking for this?”
Gail squeaked, and pulled the curtain aside. Her eyes fell on Phil’s grinning features. In one hand he held a towel, in the other a bottle of shampoo. “I didn’t hear you knock?” she admitted before taking the shampoo.
Phil shrugged. “I may not have knocked loud enough.”
“I guess not. You don’t think David’s gonna mind me being in here? Is he?”
The Lieutenant laughed. “A naked woman, who is single and sexy as Hell — in his shower — um, no, the Sergeant won’t mind at all.”
Gail grinned. “Sexy as Hell?” She noted Phil’s demeanor change. Her eyes blinked several times, she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.
“Yes, sexy as Hell,” Phil repeated the words. His gaze locked and held with hers.
“Thank-you,” she whispered before closing the curtain and standing silently behind the thin plastic shield.
“Um, do you mind — I need to…” Phil’s discomfort was apparent in his words.
“Oh, no, go ahead, just well — warn me before you flush.”
The officer chuckled.
Gail tried to think of her hair, shampoo and bubbles, while the sound of Phil relieving his self added to the noise of the shower’s running water. Eventually, his warning came, followed by the sound of the sink running. The muffled shuffling of his feet and the quiet “sorry for the interruption, thanks and goodbye” confirmed that he was taking his leaves of her.
Gail was slightly mortified by being caught in a man’s shower, without permission, as well as having to listen to another man taking care of his own intimate needs. She quickly finished washing her hair, and rinsing away the soap. The thought of looking for conditioner didn’t even cross her mind. She made a quick check of her surroundings, shut the water off and hurriedly began to rub herself dry.
A quick tap on the door brought her up short. Gail’s gaze shot to the door handle. She watched it turn. Quickly she grabbed it, and pulled it open just enough to peek around it. David stood with a pile of clothes.
“I hope you don’t mind, I went through the bags, and picked out a few things,” he said.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Thanks,” she said, before grabbing the items and tucking herself back behind the safety of the door.
What was happening to her? She asked herself. The two men had done nothing untoward to her and they hadn’t really done anything to say they wanted to either. Both had been gentlemen, and both had bent over backwards to help her. Even now, if she were to admit to herself, she was liking the attention, but really she was behaving like a virgin school girl trapped in the woods with two woman eating he-mans.
Gail shook off her concerns and picked through the clothes David had brought. He’d brought her a pink sweater, a white tank top, as well as a white skirt. She blushed when she came across the matching bra and thong set as well as the stockings, and garters.
“Funny,” she giggled, shook her head in amusement and again chastised herself for the fluttering butterflies that showed up in her stomach. Another knock on the door, brought her out of her musings.
The knob turned and a hand snuck through. “David said, you’d need these too.” Phil’s hand held a pair of white stilettos with shimmering rhinestones.
“Oh did he?” Gail laughed softly, “I just bet he did.” She took the shoes and pushed the door shut. “No more interruptions!” she called out in a humorous voice. A soft chuckle answered her before the sound of retreating footsteps told her she was again alone.
Gail took a deep breath, eyed the clothes with suspicion and then proceeded to dry her hair with another towel. Her long brown locks, hung in thick curls down her back. She’d done well in getting most of the water out, and was quite pleased with her appearance.
The flirtatious thoughts she had surrounding the two men had brought a color to her cheeks and lips that had been drained earlier by the circumstances surrounding her. Now though, not only her face seemed more joyous, but so did her eyes. A flicker of mischievousness, she hadn’t seen since her divorce reared itself up and made her lick her lips in anticipation — anticipation for what, Gail really didn’t know.
As she began to dress, taking care to slip the stockings on so as not to tear the soft nylon, she wondered what the two men were thinking when they’d picked out her clothes. Had David really been the only one to peek in the Victoria’s Secret bag? She highly doubted it.
When Gail was ready to present herself to her rescuers, she found her fresh panties were slightly damp from her agitated state. When was the last time she’d purposely allowed herself to think of a man while she got dressed and had she ever thought of two men while going through the motions of sliding on clothes? After one last look in the mirror, she stepped out of the bathroom and headed toward the promising aroma of fresh brewed coffee, and wood burning in a fireplace.
She stopped short when she saw both men standing casually against the kitchen counter. Each had a cup of coffee in their hand. Both had changed out of their uniforms and wore jeans, flannel shirts, and clean socks.
The change in attire is not what caused her sudden frozen state; it wasn’t even the fact that all her Victoria’s Secret purchases were laid out on the table. It was the items purchased at the adult fantasy store that had her face turning three shades of red. Gail stood still, her eyes, big and bright. Silence never sounded so loud.
David was the first to speak. He cleared his throat, and picked up the nearest video within his reach. “So Miss Steelport…”
“Gail,” she whispered. Her gaze flickered to Phil’s then to the Sergeants.
“Gail.”
She shifted nervously; her toes curled inside the stockings. Her hands curled tight against the stilettos she’d chosen not to put on.
“You did say you’d gone shopping, because it was your birthday?” David asked. He tapped the DVD case against his lips; a smirk barely hid the mirth his eyes spoke.
“Um…,” she bit the inside of her cheek, “yes; my 38th.” She took a deep breath, very much aware of the atmosphere in the room, and the looks the two men were sending her. “My son made me a cake, borrowed my phone, called my ex-husband, I –.”
“…went to see your friend, and then went shopping. Quite the trip too, I’d say,” Phil picked up her sentence, as he picked up a small bullet vibe. “We took the liberty of opening your packages for you, and I want to commend you on remembering to buy batteries, though in the future you may want to consider rechargeable ones.”
David put the DVD down, and picked up a pair of nipple clamps. His brows rose high; he angled his head. “Do you know much about this stuff?” he asked, opening and closing the clips. She shook her head no. “The ex and you…”
She shook her head no again. “He wasn’t into it. Well, he was — but he wasn’t into it with me.” A small frown crossed her pink hued skin. “He was having an affair with one of his patients and well, I — I figured before I started looking for another man, I’d — I’d try and take care of things myself.” The inside of her cheek was growing sore from her gnawing. “I really — shouldn’t I be — I don’t know mad or something. I mean, you guys — you guys just went through my stuff and…”
Phil flicked the small vibe on; it strummed against his palm for several seconds before he turned it off and replaced it with a pair of handcuffs. He laughed softly. “Hope you didn’t pay too much for these,” he nodded toward his officer’s belt. “I’ve got a pair that will work so much better.”
Gail blushed. He continued to examine her purchases, while David walked around the table to face her.
“Why aren’t you wearing the shoes?” he asked.
Gail shook her head, tore her gaze away from Phil’s hands touching the various toys she’d purchased. “I — I — I thought you were kidding.” She noted his smirk. “I really should be pissed at both of you.”
“But you’re not, are you?” David asked, before he took the stilettos from Gail’s fingers. “I bet a part of you is glad we stumbled across your new collection. Birthday presents for yourself, and yet I promise you Miss Steelport, they’re so much better when used with a friend.”
“Or two,” Phil added.
“Or two,” David conceded. “Sit down Gail, and I’ll put these shoes on for you.”
Gail swallowed the lump in her throat, claimed the offered seat and waited. She trembled when David slipped his hand on the back of her calf muscle, lifted her right leg and eased his strong fingers down the silky nylon. His calluses caught every so often, but the slight hang-ups did little to deter him from his quest. Gail watched as his palm slid along the heel of her foot; his thumb massaged the arch.
She moaned in pleasure, flexed her foot and sighed when his other fingers caressed the muscles. Soon the stiletto was in place; the rhinestones glimmered in the light. Her other foot was treated to the same tender ministrations.
“Lovely,” David whispered, before sliding both one of his hands up her left leg. He paused at her knee, looked up, gained her unspoken permission and continued his exploration until he reached the snap of the garter. He smiled, winked, and then rose to stand in front of her.
She couldn’t help but see the promising growth in his jeans. Her fingers curled into tight fists, and she rested her hands on her lap.
“Stand up sweetie.” David’s words came through to her via a fog of arousal. She did as he requested and watched as Phil crossed the room, pausing at the belt he’d indicated earlier before joining them.
“Do you do this often?” she asked, “pick women up and bring them here?”
Both men chuckled. “No, and yes, we don’t pick women up on the side of the road and bring them here. You’re the first, though if all goes well, we may have to consider making it a habit.”
“And the um–,” Gail shifted nervously as she heard the sound of metal clinking metal reach into her subconscious, “the yes part?”
Phil’s voice was a whisper of seduction as he pressed himself into her. “We have brought women up here, all were aware of what would happen, all were consensual and all left knowing how much we appreciated their fine qualities.”
“I see,” she whispered, somewhat breathlessly.
The firm grip of Phil’s hand on her wrist only added to the jolts of electricity that seemed to spark deep within Gail’s veins. She knew what Phil was doing, the pause at his belt had been quick, but she’d known what he was going after. The cold metal and the clicking of teeth sliding shut around one wrist and then the other made her knees tremble.
“Just breathe,” David told her, “any time you want us to stop, just say so.”
She looked into his eyes, and then back at Phil. They would let her leave now; all she had to do was tell them to take her home. Her mind ran over the past several years. She’d been alone, and depressed, sad and disconnected from society. Her world revolved around getting her son to school and his extracurricular activities. She ate, drank, and slept the life of a single mother and tonight – tonight she could be someone else.
“Okay then,” David answered, hearing the answer in her silence.
Phil took by her handcuffed wrists, turned her away from David and walked her to the living room. She rolled her shoulders, flexed her hands, noting that the cuffs were not too tight and her arms were not forced too painfully behind her back. All in all, being in cuffs wasn’t such an unpleasant experience. Gail giggled nervously at her random thoughts.
Phil released her, before moving to face her. His hand moved to cup her cheek. She leaned into the touch, enjoying the feel of his callused hand. She licked the palm, blushed at his murmur of approval. The pad of his thumb drifted lazily across her lower lip. Her mouth opened willingly; again she tasted his skin, this time daring to look at his face. Hunger was reflected back at her. The tip of his finger pushed between her slightly parted lips. Gail opened her mouth; he traced the edge of her teeth, slipped his finger deeper and found her tongue eagerly wrapping around him.
“You are an untried bitch in heat — aren’t you?” Phil whispered.
Gail lowered her head slightly. Her pussy tightened in response to his words. She nodded her head, too fearful to speak, afraid that the men would hear her fear and not indulge her in the new fantasy never before imagined.
“We have our own toys too Gail, so if you want we can play with those as well,” he said.
“Mine are kind of mild, aren’t they?” she asked. Her gaze flickered back to the table. She watched David pick up the DVD, study the back, and then he palmed the bullet vibe, a vibrator, a smaller dildo, as well as the clamps. All of these were carried over to an end table and placed in a row.
“Mild, yes, but for a novice, a good pick,” David answered, before opening the DVD and walking over to the flat screen. He paused when he heard Phil’s laughter. “Yes, I know television, DVDs, phones, and other various things aren’t roughing it either.”
Gail grinned, and felt tension she’d not been aware of, ease from her shoulders. The two officers were more than just partners, it was obvious they were great friends, a friendship that went beyond the sharing of women, but deeper, the camaraderie of two men who weren’t ashamed of their likes or dislikes.
“Besides it’s her birthday and she bought it, the least we can do is give Miss Steelport a weekend to remember,” David explained as he popped in the disk.
“A weekend?” Gail asked. She pulled away from Phil’s finger. Her blushed was genuine; she had not realized she’d been toying with the callused digit, sliding between her lips the entire time she watched and listened.
“Do you have anywhere you need to be? You did say your son was with his dad.” Phil asked, before sliding his finger, now moist from her mouth, down her neck and along the edge of her sweater.
“No, I — I don’t have anywhere to be or anything to do.”
“No pets that need fed? No neighbors coming to call?” Phil asked before palming one of her breasts. Gail’s lower lip trembled. She pressed herself into the strong firm hand.
“No,” she answered.
Both men grinned. David bypassed as much as the advertising that he could on the DVD, and pressed play on the remote when he reached the main menu screen. Soft music echoed around them. David’s surround sound speakers joined in the fun of Gail’s seduction.
Images of a redhead and a brunette flickered to life. The woman was sitting at her desk, her friend stood behind her. The friend slowly ran her hands across the girl’s shoulders and then around her neck. Long manicured fingers slipped further down, teasing the redhead at the desk. The woman was typing, what she was writing was soon forgotten as her friend began to unbutton the author’s blouse.
Gail watched the scene unfold, as well as David moving toward her and Phil. He stood behind her, allowing Phil the opportunity to stand in front of their bound partner, but not so much that she could not see the television.
The touch of another person made Gail whimper.
She felt David’s hands on her hips. He massaged the indentations with firm fingers, while Phil teased her nipples through the fabric of her sweater and bra. David’s breath caressed the back of her neck, as his nose pushed away the curls of her hair. He nuzzled her, while Phil pinched and teased.
The sound of soft moans and squeaks of girls giggling brought Gail’s gaze over to the television. The redhead had been pulled from her desk; the brunette winked and strolled away, her naked flesh a beckoning call to the authoress.
Gail shifted on her heels. She felt David’s tongue on her ear. Sparks shot across her lids. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, allowing him more of her throat. The rustle of feet, gave her pause. She listened with her senses, not once opening her eyes to see what Phil was doing. Gail wanted to feel.
A pair of hands moved down to her hips. She guessed Phil had settled on his knees. Those same hands slid lower, smoothing the fabric of her skirt. The nipping of teeth against her shoulder brought her back to David. She groaned softly as he pushed part of her sweater away, and suckled on her skin. Gail heard him compliment her flesh, heard his pleasing tone in regards to her scent. She almost reminded him that it was his shampoo, but she chose not to, instead she focused on the musky cologne he wore. He smelled divine.
A rush of cool air forced small goose-bumps to appear on Gail’s skin. She looked down, and saw Phil looking up at her. His hands were now up her skirt. Fingers slipped along the edge of her stockings. He snapped one garter; the sting brought a slight wince from Gail. He snapped the other, this time slightly harder. “I think she’s going to enjoy some of our toys very much,” he muttered to his co-conspirator.
Moisture slipped from her pussy, and onto her thong. “I think I will too,” she whispered. David’s hand cupped her chin; she turned her head. Her mouth was captured by his. His tongue pushed in, as he moved both hands to hold her waist. He pulled her back to him. The cuffs dug into his belly and into her back, but the slight discomfort was over-ridden by the heated exchange between the battles their tongues played out.
Gail gasped into David’s mouth; she felt Phil’s fingers slide against the moist thong. His thumb rubbed her labia several times, each one more firm than the last. Her knees buckled. Phil supported her, locking her in place, while his other hand continued to explore her covered region.
As her mouth was raped by David’s tongue and her pussy assaulted, Gail fought to capture every emotion. She noted desire, need, hunger, lust, passion. She was free of fear and indecision. There was no turning back. She was going to let both of these men possess her. For the night, for the weekend, she was theirs to do with as they saw fit, and she welcomed that knowledge.
“Fuck me,” she whispered; the words fell suddenly from her lips, surprising not only her partners but herself.
The two police officers paused, and grinned. “We will…” they both answered simultaneously.
Gail stood in the center of the room, her hands cuffed, porn playing on the television, the sound of women teasing, touching, and tasting each other filled the cabin. Two men worked their way around her body. Her mind tried to take in everything and yet it could take in nothing.
Gail felt the skirt being tugged down, and knew that Phil had managed to release the zipper on the side. Her sweater was unbuttoned, the white tank top, peeked out and the bra was the last barrier before skin and skin met.
She felt alive and on fire. Phil rested on his knees. His gaze spoke volumes. He pushed his face into her cloth-covered pussy and breathed deep the fragrance of her arousal. A murmur of appreciation was muffled against her sex.
David eased her sweater down her arms, it remained caught on her handcuffed wrists. He lifted her tank top, just enough so he could release her bra. The strapless number had been bought on a whim, Gail had always wanted to splurge and buy a strapless bra for her tank tops, but never had she imagined wearing it for so little a time.
She blushed as it landed on the floor. Her tank top was pushed further up, the material gathered under her neck, and armpits. Her breasts were round, heavy and bounced with just the slightest jostling. David’s hands cupped them both. He kept her against him, as he began to knead the globes, occasionally teasing the nipples.
“Step up baby.”
She barely heard Phil. First one foot, then the other, and before long the skirt was no longer pooled at her feet, but was lying with the bra — forgotten. The bosom brunette breathed heavily, hands pawed at her tits, and a man paid homage to her pussy.
His tongue pushed the thin material into her sex, and his teeth tugged it out. Repeatedly he engaged in allowing his mouth to hump her privates, while his partner pinched, twisted and teased the hardened pearls of her boobs.
“Oh fuck, please — please god, will you both just…” Gail stomped her foot in exasperation. Both men chuckled, but neither gave her what she craved.
Phil’s mouth left her soaked thong. He trailed kisses, licks, and sucks, down her thigh, pausing at the garter strap. He fingered the closures, released the left leg, then the right. He left her only long enough to ease her stilettos off and placed them as far from their play as possible.
Gail felt his fingers on her feet. He held one foot; she leaned more into David. Phil massaged her toes, and treated each foot to the same relaxing, yet tantalizing caress. In time his hands were sliding the nylon stockings down; his fingers burned her flesh. Her skin screamed with desire as his nails dragged thin pink paths down her legs.
Involuntarily her hips bucked forward, as if her body knew what it needed more than her mind did. Phil chuckled, grabbed the back of her thighs and pushed his face into her pussy again. Once more Gail cursed his teasing, and begged for him to remove the thong. It was soaked with her juices and she knew her lover was drinking from her, as well as sucking at the satin material.
David whispered promises of pleasure. He swore they would fuck her till she couldn’t walk straight; he told her that tonight was just the beginning there was so much more waiting for them in the bedroom.
“Please. Oh fucking please. Get these cuffs off me. Let me — oh fuck, just — oh fuck –,” she begged, stifling the urge to scream.
Phil took a firm hold on the thong’s thin waist strap. He pulled hard, ripping the barely there lingerie from Gail’s sex. He latched onto her clit, wasting no more time, but sucking vigorously on the swollen nub.
“Hold her for me,” David said. His tone was full of desire.
Gail found her body weaker than she realized. She pushed into Phil’s mouth. Her hips gyrated on their own accord as he held her tight against him. Her lids were heavy, but she managed to open them long enough to watch David grab the small dildo, and a tube of lubricant. He pressed the bottom of the toy. Soft hums ricochet around the room.
Gail hissed, as teeth tugged gently on her pussy lips. David returned, the dildo now heavily lubed. He gathered a large drop of it onto his finger and pressed it between the cheeks of her ass. Gail’s body instinctively tightened. David whispered for her to trust him.
The dildo was pressed into her tight canal and as Phil feasted on her cunt, David flicked the device on. A rapid pulsating beat rolled through her ass, vibrating up to her sex and over her delicate flesh. She cried out in pleasure, bucked against Phil and rode his nose, mouth, and tongue with unbridled passion.
Gail couldn’t comprehend all the various things she was feeling. David was no longer with her. Phil was doing all the pleasuring. She couldn’t open her eyes; her mind could barely focus on the sounds.
“Here,” David’s voice came from a fog; she felt something shoved into her pussy.
“Oh my — oh my god,” Gail cried out.
Her fingers were gripped in fists. The bullet vibe was now playing with the walls of her pussy, while Phil lapped at her clit. The dildo continued to hammer its way into her. David held her firmly by the wrists.
The handcuffs had been removed, when she didn’t know — didn’t care. She couldn’t breathe. Stars danced behind her clenched eyes. Her lungs burned. Her head wanted to explode. The beating of her heart pounded in her veins and yet her body still waited for something.
“Please — of please — I — oh god.” Tears formed behind her lids. They fell from her eyes, down her cheeks, splashing against her chest.
“That’s it baby girl,” the two men called out to her. Their words helped her gain whatever ground she sought. David’s hand came around. He twisted one nipple, and bit down on her neck.
“Oh—oh—oh my—fuck — yes! Oh fuck, yes!”
Gail screamed as fiery hot liquid squirted out of her pussy. She had no time to be embarrassed or ashamed as another volley of juice flowed from her passages and landed against Phil’s hungry mouth. She shuttered for what seemed an eternity, before her arms were released and her pussy released from Phil’s hungry lips. The vibrator and anal toy were eased form her orifices.
David had somehow managed to remove the tank top, and the sweater; she was lifted into his strong and capable arms, carried down the hall and gently deposited on a bed. Wearily she looked around. Her vision was blurry; her breath came in choked gasps. Phil pushed a glass of water into her hand. She drank deep, David supporting her until she handed the glass back.
Phil placed it on the bedside table. Gail grabbed his arm, pulled her to him and covered his mouth with hers. She kissed him deep, taking in the scent of her own juices, as well as the taste. She licked her way along the side of his tongue stroking the appendage before pulling away and moving to David. Their kiss was just as heavy, just as hungry and just as lustful.
For Gail the world seemed to stop, but she knew it hadn’t. Her mouth was still dry, but the men before her had given her a gift unlike any she’d ever had before. “I don’t have the energy to undress you both, but I do have the energy and the hunger to –.” She grinned. Her face was bright and flushed from her earlier orgasm.
Neither man had issues with seeing the other nude. They had, after all, shared many a woman and Gail was no different, with the exception of her circumstances and their luck of the draw.
She watched with eyes void of anything but lust. Each man removed their socks, pants, shirts, and for Phil, he removed his boxers, where as David had opted to go commando. Gail smirked. Two gorgeous cocks stood out from too hardened bodies. Both had hairy chests, arms, and legs, neither shaved their genitals, but that was where their similarities ended.
David’s hair was slightly thicker than Phil’s. It was a soft red, more of a red-blonde. His chest was still hard, but it showed the age that his years proclaimed. Gail still found his physique greatly appealing. His cock seemed to angle more to the left than Phil’s, and she couldn’t help but notice his was longer than the younger man’s too.
Phil’s dick, on the other hand, was not to be dismissed. It was not as long as David’s, but it was just as thick, possibly thicker. Two different cocks, yet both needed release. Gail licked her lips, and slid from the bed. She settled onto the floor, and looked up at each man’s eager and waiting smiles.
Gail had no issues giving blow jobs; it was the one thing her husband had been more than willing to let her do. She gave them for him, simply out of obligation. For David and Phil — it was all for lust. “It is unfortunate I can’t suck you both off at the same time.”
David smirked. “There are other ways to get us both off at the same time, and you’ll get off as well — if you can handle another orgasm like that last one.”
She looked up at both men, then down at their cocks. A grin spread wide across her face, as she leapt back up, renewed energy coursed through her veins. “Just tell me where you want me,” she said, almost giggling like a school girl.
Phil moved to the foot of the bed, shaking his cock at her as if it were a treat for an eager kitten. Gail purred, and crawled across the comforter, on her hands and knees. She lapped at his cock before taking it in one hand and sliding it into her mouth.
The weight of the bed shifted, as David climbed up and settled himself behind her. Gail paused in the sucking of Phil’s dick as firm hands grabbed her hips, adjusted her stance, and spread her butt cheeks enough so a small toy could be inserted into her ass; Gail grunted in pleasure. She squeezed the new member to the party, noted its smaller size than her dildo and was curious if it too would vibrate and hum around the walls of her tight passage.
Gail did not have to wait long to feel the next invading rod slide into her. Her pussy welcomed David’s hard shaft. She felt the swollen tip press into the fleshy sides of her sex. A sigh of pleasure rolled from her throat and over Phil’s cock. She moved up and down on the head of her lover’s dick, enjoying the feel of all her passages being used.
“She’s a dirty slut,” Phil grunted, as he pushed her head down deeper into his groin. David grunted in agreement. His cock slipped in and out of her slippery hole.
Words were unnecessary for Gail. She closed her eyes, pushed back on David’s stiff rod and drew in Phil’s thicker shorter tool down her throat. Her hands would alternate the stroking and caressing of his shaft and balls. Her pussy tightened and relaxed, milking the dick that was bombarding her sex. At times her wrists would ache, so she’d rest both her hands on the bed, open her mouth wider and just let Phil control all the action.
A solid slap on her ass brought a surprised cry of pleasure from her lungs. David’s hand came down again, smacking her bottom. The butt plug began to hum quietly in her channel. Gail could once again barely comprehend what was happening to her. Fingers dug into her scalp, a cock filled her throat, a dick rammed in and out of her cunt, and again his hand slapped her ass. The vibrating plug sent shivers up her spine, along the deep recesses of her body.
The spongy head of David’s cock pushed further into her, touching her cervix, and threatening to drive deeper if at all possible. She felt the smacking of his balls; her pussy was sopping with nectar. It throbbed with a pulse that seemed erratic and dangerous. She pulled at one of her nipples, twisting the tiny bead, adding more pain and pleasure to their act.
It was going to happen again, she knew it — could feel the burning sensation in her lungs as her body tried to haul in enough oxygen to survive. Her nostrils flared, the fragrance of their fucking welcomed her. A groan spilled from her lips, surrounding the rod that was raping her face.
Phil pulled her hair, pushed her up and down on his dick. He muttered words of encouragement, as well as words of degradation and contempt. Nothing seemed to deter Gail from her goal of swallowing cum and accepting it deep within her pussy. His words only ignited the determination in her soul.
David’s nails dragged down her spine, leaving marks that would fade within a few hours. But the mark both men were leaving on Gail were not marks that would ever be erased.
“I’m gonna cum baby,” David hissed, as he pushed one last time into the opening that had welcomed him.
Gail shuttered in approval. She was shocked by the heat of his seed flooding her, never had she been so in tune with her body that she could actually feel a man’s cum engulf her. The hot fluid mingled with her own as her climax ripped through her. Phil kept her mouth anchored to the base of his dick, as he exploded. She gulped and sucked, swallowed and quickly repeated the process. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook violently. Darkness was a welcome relief.
~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~
“Fuck.” Gail rolled over, buried her head in the pillow and breathed deep. The unfamiliar smell of men’s cologne brought her out of her slumber. She looked at the pillow, then at the bed itself. Her eyes grew wide and she turned over to lie again on her back. One arm was lifted, and flopped unceremoniously over her eyes.
“Oh my god,” she muttered to herself. Long fingers were run through her hair, before she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Several minutes passed as she recalled what had been the most exquisite and strangest night of her life. Her pussy flexed at the memory and her nipples hardened. Gail exhaled and sat up to better take in her surroundings.
The bedroom they’d brought her to was most likely David’s. It was a large room, and had several costly items scattered around. Another flat screen television, another set of surround sound speakers, a large dresser, topped with cologne, loose change, a set of keys and a wall mirror, were only a few things that made up the rooms décor.
Gail stretched, brought her knees up and fingered a loose thread on the quilt, which covered her naked body. She licked her lips, and pondered how to face the two officers that had brought out the slut her husband had never thought existed.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“I see you’re awake.”
Gail blushed, turned her head and looked at David. His demeanor spoke volumes. He stood tall, sure of himself and confident as he walked over the threshold of the bedroom and handed Gail a cup of steaming hot coffee.
“I left it black,” he said as she took the morning gift, and settled down beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a gray t-shirt, no socks. Gail studied his toes as she sipped on the dark brew. His hand moved over her hair and down her back.
She took a moment to relax into his touch, before turning to face him. “I’m not sure what to say. I mean — wow.”
David chuckled, winked, and kissed her forehead. “You don’t have to say anything. Phil and I certainly don’t want you to regret anything.”
“Oh, no regrets, I don’t know how I’ll feel weeks, months, or years down the road, but I have no regrets at all — right now.”
“Fair enough,” David said, before moving from the bed. “I unpacked more of your clothes. You do have some interesting lingerie for a single woman.”
Again her skin brightened. “I had thought that I’d start dating again, so I figured I better update my look to more of a single woman than a housewife with no future.”
“You’re more than a housewife, Gail.”
A smile rose from her lips, and she thanked him. “Where’s Phil?” she asked, hoping to ease the sudden gloominess that had come from her words.
“He took the car, picked up a neighbor and they’re going to bring your SUV back here.”
“Aw, he didn’t have to do that,” she answered, “but I’m grateful.”
“I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to let you show him how grateful, when he gets back,” David winked. “Go ahead and shower up; we cleaned you up best we could last night, but I’m sure you’ll feel more yourself once you have a chance to wash up and get dressed.”
Gail swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah, that was weird. I don’t remember anything after swallowing Phil’s cum,” she blushed and turned her head away, “and your cock — when you came it was — it was just -.”
David grinned. “You passed out sweets. I bet that was a first for you.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Most definitely a wow moment,” she mumbled.
“Clean towels are in the bathroom, and your clothes are over there. How do you take your eggs?”
She shook away her thoughts. “Over easy and buttered toast too, please. Oh, and I kind of like sausage and bacon, so if you have either or both that would be great and –.”
“Someone worked up an appetite.” David promised to feed her and left her to her own musings.
When she was alone Gail pulled the covers away from her body, stared down at her nipples, her stomach and her pussy. She couldn’t quite believe how much cum she’d taken and how much her own body had given. The words that Phil had said, the hard slaps of David’s hand on her ass, the vibrating toys that had given her so much pleasure, all of these feelings and emotions had been locked away inside her.
She moved from the bed, and walked naked from David’s room, down the hall toward the bathroom. Another door was to her left, she paused, knocked quietly and when no one answered she opened it and saw another bedroom. This one was sparsely decorated, and lacked the electronic components that made up the living room and master bedroom.
“The roughin’ it room,” she whispered to herself, and knew it was most likely the guestroom that Phil was using. She looked at the bed, it was smaller than the one she’d been taken on, but looked sturdy enough to handle a good fucking. Crimson color filled her cheeks while she imagined bedding down with Phil that night. A whimper escaped her lips, as she closed the door on her thoughts and on Phil’s room.
The shower water soon made love to her used flesh. Sticky cum that had found a home in damp crevices was washed away. Gail teased her nipples several times throughout the shower, and flicked her clit with her nails as she scrubbed and cleaned herself. Her fingers toyed with the puckered entrance of her ass, and she moaned softly. Never would she have thought arousal could come from that part of her body, but it had, there was no mistaking it.
Gail continued to cleanse herself, eventually moving to her hair. This time she was able to shampoo and condition the thick curls without interruption. When she left the shower, she felt more alive than she had in years, and wondered what the two men would think if she offered to come up another time, perhaps they would welcome a more permanent arrangement.
Gail chastised herself for her thoughts. How quickly a slut she’d become. This behavior is something she would have condemned had she heard about it from someone else, but here she was embracing it.
After drying off and getting dressed in a pair of jeans, and a tank top, Gail made her way to the kitchen. She ignored the sensation of her clothes rubbing against her bare skin. She knew she wanted David and Phil again, and she knew bras and panties were only a hindrance to a quicker release. She’d debated for a long time on whether to dress at all, and secretly she wouldn’t have, except she knew Phil may have the neighbor with him when he got back.
“Oh god, that smells so good,” Gail cooed her pleasure at the aroma of bacon and toast.
She slid into an empty seat and watched David move around the kitchen. Soon her stomach was growling and her fingers were pinching off chunks of bacon that had already been draining on a paper towel. “I need you to come over to my place and cook sometime. I love it when someone else does the cooking.” She popped the rest of the strip into her mouth and savored the taste.
David filled her cup of coffee, and took a place beside her. “Eat up,” he said as he began passing food to her as well as topping off his own plate. “Phil’s already eaten, so all of this is for us.”
Her eyes widened at the amount of food on the table. “I’ll do my best,” she laughed, before settling down to enjoy the artery clogging meal.
“Good stuff,” Gail said after pushing her plate away. She leaned on her palm, elbow on the table and watched David polish off the last sausage link. “So, how long have you and Phil been partners?”
“Seems like forever. Our parents were friends, and though I’m older than him by 13 years. He’s always been underfoot. He’s like a brother too me, not only because of us being on the same police force, but because he’s just always been there.”
“And women?” Gail smirked, “have you always shared your women?”
David chuckled. “No, not always, remember I do have two daughters, and Phil was never with my wife.”
“So the sharing started after she passed away?”
He nodded his head, refilled both their cups and looked off into distance. Gail studied his face as it took on a faraway look.
“Susan died of breast cancer about ten years ago. Phil was there to help me out, took the girls to their dance practice, and became more and more a part of our lives than he had ever before. He was significant in the role of ‘Uncle’ and though I joke about him dating my girls, I know he’d treat them with respect and I have no doubt this,” David motioned around the cabin, “this would cease to exist. I’m waiting for the day to come when he tells me he’s found the right girl and there is no more sharing.”
Gail smiled. “Well, I’m sure till then, you’re both more than willing to play the field. I know I certainly wouldn’t mind being a stranded motorist in your jurisdiction again.”
“Well, Gail, there is no reason that last night had to be the only night,” David replied, before sliding a hand under her breast and cupping the globe. He teased her nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt. She licked her lips in anticipation. “We’ve had a few girls that have come back for seconds and thirds, and if you want, the invitation is always open.” He tweaked the hard pearl.
“Mm…” she moaned, pushing herself further into his touch. Her pussy tightened; she wiggled on the chair and felt the evidence of new arousal slip from her lips, to settle on the material of her jeans. “I think I’ll become a regular,” she hissed, before lounging back and letting her head loll to the side.
David rose up, pushed his chair from the table and moved hers further back. He knelt on his knees, peeled her shirt off and took both her breasts into his hands. She closed her eyes as his thumbs flickered across the buttons, and traced the engorged bumps and veins. When his mouth captured one and his finger toyed with the other, Gail felt herself hum in pleasure.
He sucked gently; his tongue traced the outer edge of the areole, before sliding down to lap at the various freckles that caressed her flesh. Her hand moved to caress his head. She tugged on his hair and pulled him back to the glistening bead. He chuckled, but gave her what she craved, lovingly sucking a path of fire deep into her chest.
The other tit was soon bathed in the same tender care. Gail shifted on her seat. Her legs opened and she felt her pussy tingle. Her hand moved to release the button on her jeans. Her palm slipped down into the soft material, and soon became tangled in the curls of her moist sex. She ground her clit against the pads of her fingers as David supped on her nipples.
Her hisses and moans were quiet little whimpers. Her toes curled against the rug that rested beneath their feet. A callused finger twisted the hard tip of her boob, while teeth nipped and pulled on its twin. Gail was melting into the chair, as the soft climax rolled through her. She shuttered quietly, breathed deep the soft womanly fragrance, and sighed as tiny shakes flickered from deep within her.
David pulled her hand free and sucked on the digits, cleansing each one with a swirling motion. When he was finished he stood up, took her hand, helped her from her chair and kissed her deep. Their tongues became intertwined for what seemed like hours, but in fact were only minutes. Gail clung to him, holding his arms and feeling the shaking in their depths. She kissed his jaw, then his neck, as he returned the favor. Soon they were clasping at each other. Their clothes a hindrance to the slow burning passion they’d ignited. Their joining was quick and fast, both coming hard, and both leaving satisfied.
~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~
Gail lay on the couch, her head rested comfortably on David’s lap, her feet slid casually across Phil’s cock, teasing it. Her reward was an occasional tickle, that had her feet jerking free of his loose grasp. The three of them had settled into watching television, occasionally Gail would catch herself falling asleep and she knew that every so often David was snoring. His jerkiness signaling he’d once again woken up.
She lay quietly contemplating the conversation she and David had had in regards to her begin a “regular.” The thought should have made her feel dirty and cheap, but it didn’t. It excited her. She rolled over, so she could look at both men. David had again fallen asleep, but Phil was awake, his hand casually stroking her foot, massaging it without really thinking as the ballgame played out on the flat screen.
“So, David said I could come back again. Would you be okay with that?” She asked, suddenly nervous and unsure of his answer.
Phil looked away from the television, over to David and then down into Gail’s questioning eyes. “That’s probably one of the dumbest questions I’ve ever heard.”
She stuck out her tongue and jabbed him in the ribs with her foot. He grabbed her leg; she squealed and laughed, as his fingers dug into her ribs and his tickling brought giant gulps of air into her lungs.
“Hey, take it outside,” David grumbled, then winked when Gail caught his gaze. She laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and followed Phil toward the door.
“You don’t mind?” she asked, wanting to make sure that he was okay if Phil and her took their tickling down a more intimate path. She thought, for a brief moment, how natural it was to be concerned for David’s feelings.
“Nah, if you’re going to be a regular, then they’ll be other times.” He winked, took up the now empty spaces of the couch, and settled back into the ballgame and the occasional nap.
They walked hand in hand from the cabin. The cool afternoon air kissed Gail’s skin. She felt the heat of the sun, embraced it and sighed with contentment. Phil led her down the steps and toward one of the outbuildings.
“This is rather new, isn’t it?” she asked, as their footsteps closed the distance.
“Yeah, David and I built it a couple years ago.”
The outbuilding looked to be nothing more than a barn, but once inside Gail was greeted to a small foyer, that led into a hall. She smiled, giving her approval of the use of space. “Is this where the girls come when they visit?”
“Yeah, David wanted them to have their own space.”
“Do they know about…?” She let the words hang in the air.
Phil grinned. “Yeah, they tease us both all the time. But I don’t think it bothers them overly much. David’s really good at keeping their lives and our social lives separate.”
“That’s good to know.”
Phil took her down the hall, showed her Lucy’s room, as well as his other daughter Samantha’s. Each room had a private bath, and a view overlooking the lake. Once he was satisfied that she’d spent enough time admiring the woodwork, and décor. He took her back to the foyer and opened a door that was opposite the one that led down the hall.
“I’m jumping to conclusions with you Gail, but I think — after some of your responses from last night, you may enjoy some of the other things David and I do.”
Gail felt a tingling in her stomach. “Oh?” she grinned, followed Phil and waited as he pulled out a key and unlocked a door. “What’s in here?” she asked and then stepped through while Phil waited just outside of it.
The room was just as finely constructed as the bedrooms had been, but what could have easily been divided into two bedrooms and a large spacious bathroom, was instead an open area that was clear of all furniture and other trappings.
Gail looked around; her eyes grew wide as she took in what was not out in the open. Along one wall was a peg board, and on it were various whips, floggers, canes and other devices that under the wrong hand could do a lot of damage. With the right touch those same tools could inflict so much pleasure. Gail looked at Phil, who still waited just inside the door.
She walked away from him and toward the menacing array of what she assumed were toys for the men and their lady friends. Her hands moved casually over the floggers; a few she caressed, allowing the strips of leather to trail lazily over her fingers.
The whips had tails of varying width and length; she found herself drawn to them as well. She trembled when she rested her hand on a cane. Would that be something she’d want further down the road? When she found herself considering it? She knew that, in time, it would be.
“I saw it in your eyes last night. David did too.”
“Saw it?”
“The hunger to be used; it’s okay to feel that way and it’s perfectly normal. David and I, we have a fondness for this sort of thing.” Phil moved into the room, leaving the door open. Gail knew it was for her safety, in case she opted to bail.
She watched him with eyes growing dark with desire. He moved over to a table that had several drawers under it. He opened one, and pulled out a long thin chain. “See those?” he motioned upward. Gail looked up. “We attach this set of chain to the loop up there, and then these handcuffs go around your wrists. You’re left dangling a few inches off the ground, or we can lower you so just your toes are touching, or if you want you can stand upright on your own free will.”
“I thought this type of play required the giving up of free will,” Gail casually mentioned. She closed the distance between her and Phil. “Isn’t it?”
Phil smirked. “It is. It’s a matter of trusting your partner. Do you think you could trust us Gail?” He ran a finger down her t-shirt and then across her breasts. He pinched each one, before sliding his hand behind her neck and pulling her to him.
Gail opened her mouth, taking his tongue between her lips, and across her teeth. She tasted him, as he drank from her. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and she moaned when his other hand stroked her crotch through the material of her jeans.
Gail pulled away, and eyed what toys she’d seen, and knew there were more, more than she could possibly imagine. “What do you want me to do?”
The smile on Phil’s face reminded Gail of a kid on Christmas morning. She covered up her giggle, with her hand and waited for Phil to direct her. “I think first, you’ll need to strip for me. We’ll go slowly, only do a few things, because quite frankly I don’t know if you’re ready for the hard core stuff –,” he lifted his had to stop her from interrupting him, “really Gail, there is more to this than meets the eye. I’ll try out a flogger on you and then another time, when David’s here, we’ll take it to a different level.”
“You know best. Aren’t I supposed to call you something?”
Phil waved off the question. “Nah, again all that can be covered later, right now, we’re just going to give you a small taste.” Phil moved to the corner of the room, where a stool rested alongside a chair. He picked up the stool and sat down on its solid surface. “Go shut the door, come back here and strip for me.”
Gail grinned. Her blood was already pumping wildly in her ears. She closed the door, and then turned to face her lover. Phil stared back at her. His demeanor now more than at any other time reminded her of a cop looking back at a criminal. Would he treat her as such, once they became more familiar with each other? She made her way back to him.
There was not a lot of clothing for her to remove. She had put the same jeans and t-shirt on after her and David’s morning fuck, and both of them had left the house barefoot, so all she had to do was remove what little clothes she had on. Gail knew however that Phil wanted her to take her time. He wanted her to arouse him.
As Gail slowly began to gyrate in the center of the room, she imagined music playing in the air. Her hips swayed; her fingers danced across her skin. She toyed with the edge of her t-shirt, as well as the band of her jeans. She blushed when a whimper escaped her own parted lips. Her dance and the aroused look coming from Phil heightened her pleasure.
Trimmed and polished nails scraped across her belly as she slowly lifted her shirt, exposing more and more skin. When she felt the air kiss the bottoms of her breasts, she cupped them, allowing the shirt to continue shielding the majority of her bosom. She teased her breasts and nipples. Mashed them together, hissed when her nails scrapped the hard tips. Her tongue lapped at her lips, moistening the soft flesh that seemed to become suddenly dry with desire. Her eyes were heavy laden.
“Take it off.” The words were spoken firmly, and with an air of demand.
Gail shuttered at the tone, and did as she’d been instructed. Her t-shirt fell to the floor; her hair draped itself across her chest. Pink nipples protruded between thick curls. She sucked on one of her fingers, and ran it across the right areola. It became tauter.
Her gaze held Phil’s as the same finger that had toyed with her nipple ran down her stomach to play with the button of her jeans. It released easily and the zipper gave no signs of hindering her goal. Gail turned away, pushed the denim down her hips, exposed her ass to her lover, and shimmed her way to freedom.
She kicked the material away and let her fingers explore her exposed pussy. Her ministrations were hidden from Phil and his growl of desire made her skin blush. She looked back, saw the need in his eyes; his hands were clenched in fists. She could tell he was restraining the animal that wanted to demand her obedience. A shot of excitement skated through her. Yes, there was little doubt now that she would enjoy this added piece to her already growing sexual puzzle.
“Don’t fuck yourself, Gail.”
A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips; she turned around and faced her policeman. Her eyes went to his crotch. He’d pulled his dick out, his hand wrapped around the engorged head, causing it to discolor and swell more. “Come here.”
Gail went. Her steps were light and unrushed as she walked over to stand in front of Phil. She waited, curious as to what he would ask of her. The thought of sliding to her knees and pleasuring his cock, made her heart thump rapidly. Her cheeks were on fire, and several beads of arousal slipped free of her pussy.
Phil reached out and touched her mound. She shook against his palm. Another finger stroked where the first had slid. Then a third was added to the mix. Each touch was more firm than the last as he petted her sex. When he slipped the first digit into her welcoming, she hissed in pleasure and leaned into the caress.
He rose slightly and cupped the back of her head; he pulled her down several inches. Her breasts swayed. As his fingers dipped in and out of her cunt, his teeth tugged on first one nipple than the other. Gail swayed as he assaulted her body and the purpose of the room invaded her mind.
When she felt her muscles constrict around his fingers, a cry of despair slid past her lips. Her pussy was left abandoned and the promising climax ignored. Her gaze shot to Phil who only looked back at her with an unreadable expression. A frown formed on her lips as she watched him take the chain he’d shown her earlier and slip the cuffed ends around her wrists.
“You cops and your cuffs,” she said, and then quieted when Phil refused to acknowledge her humor. Gail swallowed, hoping to ease the nervousness that suddenly appeared deep within her. This was the taste that Phil had told her about. She was there, but not to be heard, her needs, desires, wants, and words were his to control and he would respond only when he wished it. Her cheeks took on another shade of crimson and her pussy released another drop of honey.
Phil attached the chain, and Gail was forced onto the tip of her toes. He left her there. She turned her body, twisting it so she could see what he was doing. He ran his hands across the various supplies that hung on the peg board. Eventually he found a flogger that Gail assumed would suit the purpose of a first lesson. She bit her lower lip; a hint of fear — fear of the unknown brought a sliver of doubt to her earlier eager self.
When he returned to her side, he gripped her chin and kissed her deep. “If you ever want me to stop, just say — red.”
Gail swallowed, at a loss for words as her gaze sought out the flogger and its long tails. Phil ran the handle down her chest, across her tits and over her stomach; he circled her waist, stalking her like a tiger eager to eat its kill. Gail shuddered as she felt the edge of the tool slide down the crack of her ass, teasing her flesh, an unspoken promise for another time. The loss of the flogger’s caress was soon replaced with the first smack against her ass. Gail gasped. The smack had been quick and unexpected.
Another soft blow was delivered, followed by a third, then a forth. The tails whipped around her hips. The strips of the leather sailed heavenly against her rump. Gail hissed and moaned.
Phil turned her slightly, allowing the chain to twist once. He slapped her again, this time the tails whipped against her nipples, leaving small streaks of pink hued flesh. She whimpered with pleasure as another swift assault was made across her pussy.
“Gail, you’re so wet,” Phil hissed. She moaned as he hit her again and again. His tempo was steady, his swings bordered on the edge of painful, but Gail refused to call red. She wanted to enjoy every lash.
Soon her nipples were red and aching for some sort of caress. When she felt the warm, moist touch of Phil’s mouth on her tit, she exploded in pure bliss. He had known she needed him and he had given her relief. His tongue traced her areole, coating it with a balm unlike any other. She thanked him, felt his smile against her breast and expressed her gratitude again when he suckled her other nipple.
The flogger’s handle was rubbed against her pussy. A grunt of primal desire purred from her throat when Phil pushed the end into her opening. “Fuck, yes -,” she panted.
In and out the tool went. He twisted it; the edges caressed her inner walls. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
Phil teased her until she was bucking against the make-shift cock. She felt his hand release the cuffs. Her arms dropped around his shoulders. He held her to him and lowered her to the floor. The wood was cool to her heated flesh. Phil spread her legs and settled them on his shoulders.
She was open to him. Her ass lifted high of the floor. Gail understood, and moved so her arms were bent, supporting most of her weight. Phil smiled, took his cock into his hand and pushed it into her welcoming pussy. Gail grasped the rod with her muscles and milked it. Her lover grunted his approval. He pulled out and slammed back in. He pushed deeper each time, until she was thrusting to meet him.
She knew there was more, that Phil had only given her what he’d promised – a taste of what could be. Gail wanted it, she found herself craving it. As he plundered her welcoming sex, she called out to be fucked, harder and harder. Her throat was dry; her lungs ached from lack of oxygen, still she was assaulted by his thick rod.
He called her names, and his words only added to the desire. Gail wanted to rip at her flesh, to expose herself to him in all ways. Her fingers were curled into fists; her knuckles were white.
“Do you want me to cum inside you Gail, you dirty whore, my nasty slut?”
“Oh god, Phil — yes, oh fuck yes — please — oh fuck me please.”
She heard the telling sound of Phil’s throat signaling his cum would soon erupt from his harden shaft. Gail readied herself, welcoming the heated seed of his cock and finding that she wanted nothing more than to bathe in it.
“Cover me, oh fuck cover me in your cum!” Gail was shocked by her admission, but cried for joy when his dick left her pussy and shots of sticky white fluid coated her pussy and abdomen. Her ass dropped to the floor.
Phil lowered her legs and at the same time, she ran her hands over her cum-covered flesh. She brought the fluid to her mouth and sucked at it hungrily; she turned to her lover and began to wash away the evidence of their mating.
Gail felt Phil’s hand in her hair, petting her with his approval. She grinned up at him, licked her lips, and sighed softly.
“I told you Gail, it’s in you and it’s waiting to be fed properly.”
She understood his words, nodded her head and found herself looking forward to another lesson, hoping that the sting of the flogger would be harder than the last. Phil took her hand and walked her through the motions of cleaning up after their lesson. She mentally cataloged what tool he’d used and how he cared for the fine leather. He would expect her to take care of their possessions from time to time.
When the two of them walked back into the cabin, David was talking on the phone. He winked at Gail, who blushed back. She did not miss the unspoken words that were exchanged between the two men. David had been very much aware of what was transpiring between her and Phil. These two men were unlike anything she’d ever imagined – partners — brothers — friends. Gail felt blessed to be included in their intimate circle.
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The following morning came and Gail found herself lounging lazily in Phil’s bed. The two men had again taken her down paths of sin that she knew would most likely condemn her to Hell, but she didn’t care at the moment.
She stretched and groaned, forced herself out of bed, untangled a few curls with her fingers and bounded toward the door. Forgotten was the insecurity of walking around naked. Phil and David obviously enjoyed every inch of her body. They had paid homage to it several times in the past two days, and she had reciprocated the desire to enjoy all they offered.
Silence seemed to greet her when she walked into the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped as she took in the note on the table, and a freshly brewed pot of coffee on the stove. The words were written by David’s hand, an open invitation to come up, but to call first, because of the girls. He left his number and Phil’s as well as the number to the station, where she could reach them if absolutely necessary. Gail hugged the note to her chest as she poured herself some coffee. She settled down in a chair and sipped at the black gold, her naked body trembled with the thought of what was to come.