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  I hoped whichever one of her girlfriends were spending the night was a sound sleeper because I planned to fuck her long and hard the moment I walked into her place. I smiled, relieved that lust for her filled my thoughts rather than for another man.

  I recalled our first meeting as I quickly walked back to her complex. I’d accompanied a potential investor to Club Unique which catered to those whose desires extended beyond pole thin women.

  My cock had hardened as I’d watched the tall, twenty-seven-year-old with the lush dark skin caressing her big, natural breasts and fingering her own pussy while dancing naked with all the confidence and allure of a women with the body of a super model. Not that I’d ever been particularly attracted to thin women. Cindi’s mom and all the women I’d dated since college had been plump. There were few things as exciting as a woman with a big, round ass that bounced so deliciously as I fucked her.

  I’d returned to the club later that night to ask her out. She’d refused. I’d had to ask her two more times over three weeks before she finally agreed to go out with me. Two weeks after our first date, I’d been hooked after a long night of sizzling fucking. Although I wish she hadn’t, she’d continued to dance at the club. Despite our passionate sexual relationship, I sometimes wondered if I were her only lover. I never pressed the issue because she satisfied my emotional and sexual needs.

  Once Cindi left home to attend Berkeley, Larrae and I had become an unofficial couple. Without any spoken promises of exclusivity, I’d stopped dating other women. We exchanged keys and I was content. We vacationed together and if her schedule allowed, she sometimes accompanied me on brief business trips—during which we fucked as often as possible. Of course lately, she hadn’t been able to accompany me.

  With thoughts of slipping one of the sweet chocolates between her slit and then eating it and her pussy, I glanced at my watch. Eleven-fifty p. m. Larrae kept early hours during the workweek. I dismissed a brief feeling of unease and smiled at the thought of waking her with a long, hungry kiss before a night of totally satisfying sex.

  Soft, muted music greeted me when I stepped into the foyer lit by a night light. Quietly making my way to the living room, I slipped the roses in a vase on one of the end tables. Larrae and I both slept in the nude so we wouldn’t have to waste time undressing.

  I needed to be inside her and feel her pussy caressing and loving my shaft as if it were her sole source of sexual delight—as her pussy was for me. I quickly stripped, firmly dismissing an errant thought of the blond. After the first thrust into her tight pussy, all thoughts of male lust would quickly be driven from my head.

  Noting the light coming from the bedroom, I smiled. We generally fucked with the lights on because Larrae liked to watch my cock sliding between her legs and into her pussy. My nostrils flared at the unmistakable aroma of sex filling the air. She must have pleasured herself before falling asleep—hopefully thinking of me and my cock.

  Stepping into the open bedroom doorway, I looked into the room. The chocolates slipped from my hands. What the fuck!

  Larrae sprawled on her stomach. Her sassy ass cheeks looked as if they’d been spanked. Murmuring in her sleep, she rolled onto her back. A smile curved her full, lush lips. Her parted thighs glistened with her juices and cum! An open pair of fur-lined handcuffs lay on the floor near the foot of the bed along with several articles of clothing, including a pair of briefs.

  What the fuck! I raked a hand through my hair, feeling a sense of betrayal viewing the clear evidence that the woman I’d given up whoring around for had another lover—one who had probably been fucking her while I’d been horny while away but celibate.

  While I stood stunned, a toilet flushed. Water ran. Shit! The bastard was still there.

  Moments later, a yawning, naked male emerged from the adjourning bathroom. “Wake up, sweet. Time for round three.”

  A shock of desire shook me. Unable to stop myself, I allowed my gaze to feast on him. In his own way, he was as sexy and beautiful as Larrae. Thick dark hair framed a handsome face. He was tall and clearly took care of his body. A sprinkling of dark hair trailed down a wide chest and over ripped abs. A dick I guessed must be less than three inches shorter than my own ten-inch shaft jutted from a mass of dark pubic hair. A set of big balls hung below. Damn. I must be regressing to my senior year of college because I couldn’t help thinking that he had a sexy body.

  I dragged my gaze back to the face of the male who stared at me from a pair of dark blue, mesmerizing eyes. I couldn’t help noting he possessed a short but sensual bottom lip that looked as if it knew how to enjoy a heated but moist lip lock. While he didn’t look much older than the San Francisco blond, the sexual attraction I felt was much more powerful. It rivaled the one I’d felt for Jeff.

  During the last five months of our senior year, although we continued to fuck various women, we also were still sexually attracted to each other. So between our various trysts with nearly every available woman, I fucked Jeff every chance I got. Some nights, when we were particularly horny, we went out separately to fuck women and returned later to spend the rest of the night in bed with each other. But after that day, we never fucked without a condom.

  After graduation, we spent four weeks in Mexico, drinking and fucking every chance we got. Our last fuck had been on a moonlit beach with the water rolling over our feet. We returned home to take jobs in different states, which ended our sexual relationship. We’d kept in touch and generally saw each other at least once a year but we had never fucked again and had both soon been happily married.

  Later, I told myself my fear of another unplanned pregnancy I couldn’t financially afford had driven me into Jeff’s arms. I’d never had sex with another male. Nor had I wanted to. So the resurgence of my lust for male ass confused me. My sexual inclinations had been exclusively confined to beautiful, full-figured women for the past twenty years. They did not extend to men—especially men who looked almost young enough to pass for a teenage boy.

  He stared at my groin.

  Remembering that I was erect, I resisted the urge to cover my cock.

  He spoke in a low, baritone that sent shivers of desire dancing up my groin to tighten my balls. “Holy shit, man. Larrae wasn’t exaggerating when she said you had a dick that wouldn’t quit. You are Kent. Aren’t you?”

  “What?”

  “How long is that thing?”

  Annoyed that he knew about me while I’d been kept in the dark about him, I frowned. “None of your damned business.”

  “Damn. You’re long and thick and I’ll bet that beautiful piece of meat of yours is hard as hell.”

  It’s long and hard enough to bust your tight ass wide open and leave you walking bow-legged for days. Heat rushed up the back of my neck at the lustful thought. I spoke in a short, clipped voice I hoped masked my growing desire. “I don’t know who the hell you are but you should know I’m not gay.”

  “Neither am I or I wouldn’t have spent the last few hours drilling Rae’s hot, tight pussy and filling it with my cum.”

  His words sent a surge of jealous rage through me. I wanted to rush across the room and knock him out for having enjoyed a pleasure she’d denied me—fucking her without protection. I wanted to knock him the hell out—and then fuck him shitless. The dual desires confused and annoyed me.

  “Your cum?” I clenched my hand at my side. “You came inside her?”

  “Don’t get your cock and balls in a knot. It was an accident. I was the benefactor of a defective condom. It tore, allowing me to fill her sweet, hot pussy with my cum.” He smiled. “Damn, what a rush I got when I realized what had happened. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fill her pussy with my seed?”

  Probably as long as I had—from the moment I saw her. I glanced at the bed. Her legs were parted and I could clearly see a glob of cum pooled at the entrance of her pussy. Why the hell hadn’t she gotten up and douched to get his seed out of her? I inhaled slowly. No. That was my damned pussy that was now fill
ed with another man’s cum. Why the fuck was she sneaking around behind my back when I’d given up sleeping with other women for her?

  “Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing here?” Gloriously naked?

  He crossed the room with his hand extended. “Scott Donner and I clearly came to enjoy the charms of our woman.”

  “Get this straight. She’s my woman,” I said, making no effort to take his hand. If I did it wouldn’t be to shake it. It would be to cup it over my cock and balls.

  He allowed his hand to drop to his side. “Really? I understood your relationship was intimate and close, but non-exclusive.”

  Technically that was true. She had always shied away from making an actual exclusive commitment. She’d admitted she had no interest in a serious relationship, but wanted to keep her options open a little longer. But that was none of his damned business. “You understood wrong.”

  “I doubt it. She’s an articulate woman who has no problem saying exactly what she means. She and I have been happily fucking each other’s brains out for nearly eight months.”

  I compressed my lips. That was roughly about the time she suddenly no longer had time to accompany me on business trips.

  “Strangely enough, she often talks about you while we do. At first it pissed me off, until I realized, having her go on and on about the wonders of your cock, made the sex between us hotter and more intense.” He glanced at my cock, which was still erect. “Now that I’ve met you I can see why. Damn you’re huge. As I said, I’m not gay. I’ve never been interested in another man sexually.”

  “Then why the fuck do you keep going on and on about my cock?”

  He shrugged. “Have you looked at it lately? Straight or gay, what man who loves sex wouldn’t want to feel your big missile firing into his ass at least once? Hell, I don’t think once would be enough. What’s your preference with another male? Do you like having that big boy sucked or do you prefer sliding it up some lucky man’s ass?”

  As it often did at the height of arousal, my cock jerked.

  He smiled. “So you’re an ass man.” He pumped his own erect cock several times while palming his ass with his other hand.

  I swallowed the urge to push his hand aside and caress his ass and pull him close and tight for a kiss—before I shot my cock up him and gave his ass a banging he’d never forget.

  “Your weapon looks good enough to tempt me to let you break my anal cherry.” Continuing to pump his hips, he met my gaze and lowered his voice. “I love women, but damn if I wouldn’t like to spend at least a few hours with you. I’ve never understood how a man could suck another man’s cock, but I’m willing to try to figure it out while I wrap my lips around yours to get it as hard as possible before you force it up my protesting ass. I know it will probably hurt like hell, but I’m so hot I’m about to come just thinking about it.”

  He stepped back and turned so he had his back to me. Then he glanced over his shoulder at me. Damn he was handsome. “Can I tempt you and Mr. Big Dick to come get yourself some virgin ass?”

  Although my stomach muscles tightened with hunger at the invitation, I didn’t speak.

  He narrowed his blue eyes, bent over, and spread his cheeks, revealing his tight, virginal hole.

  Jeff’s virginal ass had been sweet beyond words. I had a feeling this male’s would be as well. Staring at his rear, I imagined lying on top of his big, muscular body, parting his legs, and then feeling myself bouncing off his tight cheeks as I stabbed my shaft deep inside him and greedily took his anal virginity. Oh shit, I ached to fuck him until he begged me to stop and then I’d fuck him again—harder and deeper.

  “What do you say, luscious? There’s condoms and lube on the nightstand. I’ll even let you handcuff me. I like the idea of being at your mercy and pretending you’re forcing yourself on me. Why don’t you sheathe your weapon, grab the lube, and come explore my virginal ass?” He glanced at the sleeping Larrae. “We can use the guest room. If we’re quiet, we might not even wake our lovely honey up—until one of us is ready to invade her exquisite pussy.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’ve never fucked a sweeter pussy. I have to beat the women back—as I’m sure you do too. Ever have a better fuck than our honey Rae?”

  Although his calling her our honey pissed me off, I shook my head. “No,” I admitted, which was why I’d readily given up seeing other women. Hell, I’d lately even been thinking about proposing to her.

  “Oh, the delights to be found in her kiss, her arms, and her delectable pussy.” He inhaled slowly and shook his head. “But I digress. We were discussing the possibility of fucking in her guest room.”

  I moistened my lips at the thought of fucking him while Larrae slept. It would serve her right for cheating on me with him. Of course she’d probably point out that it wasn’t really cheating. And she’d be right, but damn it felt like it to me. Although I could fully understand why she’d wanted sex with him—I sure as hell did.

  I stared at the tight buns and the puckered, unfucked hole and my cock leaked pre-cum. “You were discussing it. Not me.”

  “That’s only because you’re too repressed to admit the truth.”

  “And what the hell is the truth?”

  “That you and I can be sexually attracted to each other without being gay. I’m not gay. Hell, I’m not even bicurious. Never met a man I was even remotely interested in having a sexual relationship with until tonight.”

  Unfortunately I couldn’t make the same claim, but there was no way I’d admit that to him. Why should I? Being attracted to three men in forty-two years did not make me gay.

  His smile widened as he massaged his cheeks. “Nice ass, huh? Don’t bother telling me again you’re not gay. I believe you, but I also know you want my ass as much as I want to give it to you. I don’t know why two straight men who love women should be attracted to each other. But who the fuck cares? Why should we deny ourselves a pleasure we both want? My ass is yours to plunder, handsome.”

  The image the raw, lustful words conjured up battered my crumbling defenses. I thought of Cindi and knew I had to get the hell out of there before rampant lust overrode the remaining shards of my common sense. While I could no longer deny a yearning to explore same-sex intimacy again, I wasn’t going to stoop to fucking a male who looked almost young enough to be my son.

  Although I was pissed and hurt that Larrae had another lover, I wasn’t going to make the decision to fuck anyone else—especially another man until after I’d talked to her. Not that she deserved that consideration. But even angry as I was, I had no desire to end my relationship with her. The thought of fucking her still aroused me. Casting a quick glance at the still sleeping Larrae, cock aching and heart racing, I groaned and turned and quickly left the room.

  Chapter Three

  Scott Donner

  Shit. I released my ass cheeks and swung around. While women found me and/or my wealth irresistible, clearly the only male who had ever piqued my sexual interest wanted to pretend he didn’t. Yet the older male with the silvering temples and clear Native American ancestry intrigued me.

  The picture of Kent Alexander adorning the mantel in Rae’s living room didn’t do him justice. While not actually handsome, he radiated a strong, almost animal sex appeal. He had a perfect body with wide shoulders, a big chest, narrow waist, long, runner’s legs, and a tight ass that would easily power his huge cock deep into any willing opening—ass and pussy. Hell, mouth too.

  The strength of my unexpected sexual attraction to the other male shocked and excited me. As usual, I intended to have my satisfaction. Ignoring my briefs and socks, I pulled my jeans from the pile of clothing on the floor and dragged them on. I thrust my feet into my loafers and cast a quick look around the room.

  Abandoning the search for the pull-over Rae had removed hours earlier before our first fuck, I crossed the room to the bed where she slept like the voluptuous sex-goddess she was. Damn, she was hot.

  Although she’d
told me that she had no desire or intentions of ending her sexual relationship with Kent Alexander, she’d never given me reason to regret giving up other women after our second fuck months earlier. I’d quickly decided she was a woman I’d share if I had to and she’d made it plain I did because of her unwillingness to give up Alexander’s big, hard dick.

  If any sharing was done in my relationships, it was always the women who had to share me. That had changed with Rae. This sweet sexy woman enchanted me as no other woman ever had to such an extent that I’d knowingly shared her with another man—one I had the financial power to buy and sell several times over.

  I wasn’t honestly sure how she’d hooked me so quickly and with so little effort. She was full-figured and actually average looking. But she exuded a sexual allure that had drawn me in and addicted me soon after we met. I cupped a palm over the pussy full of my seed. If it weren’t for the alternative birth control she used, there might be a chance of her getting pregnant. Then surely, she’d give Alexander up and be mine exclusively.

  Of course Dad would have a cow at the thought of a mixed grandchild. But who gave a fuck? I always got what I wanted—sooner or later. And despite my unexpected attraction to Alexander, I wanted Rae in an exclusive relationship. The thought excited me so much, I bent to press a quick kiss against her warm, full lips.

  They moved against mine and I sucked in a breath, slipping my hand between her legs to push my cum back into her pussy. Go find your target guys and then sweet, sexy Rae will be ours alone.

  She tightened herself around my fingers. “Scotty.”

  I hated being called Scotty—by everyone but her.

  She slid her pussy down on my fingers.

  I inhaled slowly. As I was about to slip into bed with her and push my bare cock deep into her sweet, addictive pussy before she could object, the sound of the condo’s entrance door opening and closing sent me rushing from the bedroom. Caught in the grip of a lust for cock I’d never expected or wanted to feel, I hurried through the condo to the foyer. There I swung the door open and looked out into the hall to the adjacent elevators.