Aubrey has only given her friends fake smiles since her divorce from a cheating musical producer hubby. After a celebration with friends, she drunkenly finds herself back in the studio where he cheated on her. Instead of finding her ex, she finds two very single and very turned on Asian men. Can she find it in herself to make them an offer they can’t refuse?
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IRE Scoville Scale: Sinfully Satisfying
‘There isn’t nearly enough alcohol on the table right now.’
Aubrey gave her friends a bright smile even though she was feeling quite the opposite of happy. The five of them sat around a table in a bustling downtown bar and lounge. Though the expensive red tulle dress she wore showed off her spa exfoliated brown skin, the stares that she was getting from men in the club were annoying her. It had only been one year since her divorce from a record producer husband, but as a recently turned thirty year old woman, she was feeling much older from the breakup.
“Another vodka please,” Aubrey said to a good-looking waiter as he passed.
“This one is on the house, beautiful.” The Hispanic man winked at her, slipping a card with his name and number under her drink before putting it down on their table.
She watched as three sets of mouths dropped open in shock. Her friends almost keeled over from their shrieks.
“A younger man? Well, go for it girl!”
“Darling, are you sure you can keep up with him? If I wasn’t married, I would give you a run for your money.”
All of them laughed and talked about how lucky she was to be single. Aubrey joked along with them but still knew that if they were in the same position then they would be saying something completely different.
The night before their third anniversary, she had found her husband with one of his artist’s groupies in the studio together. Elliot lay on the floor as the much younger and very naked Latina woman had her mouth wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down. Aubrey’s eyes met Elliot’s seconds after the fact. Though he knew he had been caught, he had pleaded with her with the same light brown eyes that had made her fall in love with the Italian born Spaniard. The look had almost brought her to her knees beside the woman. But that reality belonged in the strong, monogamous relationship she thought that they had.
Even then after he had been caught, Elliot hadn’t stopped the woman. Aubrey just watched in silent horror as she brought her head up and down the cock that use to belong to her. Every sound in the studio room amplified, making sure that she wouldn’t be able to forgive him for cheating.
Not with their failed marriage climaxing into another woman’s mouth right in front of her.
After that final thought, she ran out of the room and called her lawyer. By the morning Elliot had woken up to an empty bed and divorce papers for breakfast.
But that was in the past. There was nothing else that would stop Aubrey from being able to live her life the way that she wanted to… she just needed to figure which way she wanted to live her life.
“Brey, what are you thinking about sweetie?”
A voice brought her back to the present. Her friends stared at her: two Chinese women, one Italian woman, and one Indian woman. All of them turned to her with their glasses raised.
“What? Oh nothing.”
The closest one of all of her friends, Sarah Chu, smiled over at her with her grey circle lens contacts in place.
“Now you’re the first for something, darling. Through boyfriends and first kisses, you’re finally kicking our asses, Miss Divorcee.”
“So says the forever young Chinese woman with a matchmaker for a mother,” Aubrey said with a cheeky smile.
“Friend discounts are always open for you if you want to go Asian, honey. The small penis myth…? Is just a myth! If you want to something that goes into your pussy but that you can feel in the back of your neck, then I have a few guys that I can set you up with.”
Aubrey almost spilled her glass of vodka onto herself as she laughed.
“Just tell me when you're ready, love. We toast tonight to our individual relationships but also to the relationship with each other—the most important and longest one that we all have ever maintained,” Sarah ended.
Aubrey clicked her glass against her friend’s, fake smile never leaving her face though she tried her best to make it real. Yes, she had finally beaten her friends to something when it comes to relationships. The immature teenager, who confessed to them over too much beer that she felt like she was being left behind, was finally in front. But it wasn’t a victory she wanted to celebrate. Though there had been bumps, she had been content in her marriage, but Elliot just had to push her to front of the finish line.
“Another shot of vodka on me for the Miss Divorcee, and another toast to divorcing an asshole and taking a good chunk of his money, and one final one to being single again… I know I wouldn’t be able to handle the shock.”
Best friends, like mothers, know what to say at every moment. Everything you need to hear and everything you’d couldn’t be paid money to say yourself.
Aubrey let her glass click against her friend’s, letting out another smile. Not caring if it was still faked. It functioned well at that moment.
Not only does the criminal return to the scene of the crime, but also the victim. Or at least Aubrey did. She found herself telling the taxi driver to drive over to her ex-husband’s forest located production studio after being back in her empty downtown condo for less than an hour. Elliot had bought the place saying that the scenery invoked his creative side. But now she knew that it was just because it took almost two hundred dollars in taxi fare to get from their house to downtown. He would have all the time in the world to create excuses to tell her for why he spent so much time there.
The studio was the only thing that Elliot had protected in their divorce settlement. She had let him have it but still wondered what was so good about the place from time to time afterward. She wondered again after getting a little bit tipsy with her happily married girlfriends.
Once she had gotten home, off came her red party dress and on came her favorite light Japanese robe on top of the sheer white chemise she had brought for the night of her third anniversary. It was the same day that her lawyers had sent back the divorce papers signed by her now ex-husband. Both her robe and her body swayed in the wind as she walked over to the production studio instead of the two-story brick main house. She was drunk enough to go to wander off to the studio on her own two feet but not drunk enough to look for another X rated film from her ex-husband. Hopefully, only the victim wanted to be at the scene of the crime tonight.
There was still a key underneath the mat at the back door of the studio. The wooden house looked like a medium sized cabin but inside was a modern decorated soundproof music room where Elliot worked to create hits. Opening the door, she heard familiar sounds. Transfixed, she moved slowly into towards the door, her heart was beating harshly in against her chest but she couldn’t help her curiosity. Even during the last months of her marriage, he had been too busy for sex with her. Aubrey was left to knowledge of her body and sex toys to bring herself to climax. But even though she knew her body more than Elliot had ever did, nothing could beat the feel of a thick cock inside of her pussy. Though she had cried over the fact that he would only ever be with other women, she was still curious to see how he touched these women. If it was the same way she had taught him…
She took in a deep breath and opened the door to the studio all the way.
But the room was empty.
The sounds were coming from all of the machines, putting the moans and gasps on the speakers at full blast. Listening to the heavy breathing, she remembered how it felt to have someone ramping into her at full force, into her pussy forwards and then into her backwards. She remembered all of the sounds and panting made each time someone went down on her. Recollections of pleasure came over her as she listened to the recorded women. Aubrey went further inside the studio, through the doors to inside the soundproof recording room.
She felt hot as her body dropped to the floor where she had seen her ex-husband and the other woman. But somehow that nightmare seemed to belong to someone else as she lost herself amongst the voices. Her hands undid her robe before going over into her underwear. She let out a soft gasp. Her ex-husband hasn’t liked her noisy in bed but during her early twenties she had been a screamer. Her index finger flicked at her clit, making her emit a louder moan this time. She was on her knees in moments, working her pussy down onto the fingers of her one hand while she massaged her clit with another. She was moaning louder now as the material of her chemise brushed against her dark peaking nipples.
As she pumped harder, she could hardly hear the recordings over the sound of her own screams of bliss as she got nearer and nearer to her climax.
“Are you ever going to remember to turn things off in the studio?”
Japanese/Korean Musician duo ArigatÅ Ae-in Thank you Sweetheart, had been back together as a band for only one month before their musical producer went to the tropics for a vacation away from them. Trying to work the machine without a producer wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was in remembering how to get along.
“Did you hear me?”
James Nara swore under his breath in Japanese at the younger Korean man. At twenty six years old, only two years younger than him, Hoyt Lee was still the impulsive little brat who suggested that both of them split up and go their separate ways to conquer their individual countries after a little success in the 90s in America. Then one day while he was sitting in his home in Tokyo, the boy he left behind at eighteen appeared in front of him, asking him to board a plane to America to work with a new music producer. James had agreed since he had heard about Elliot Wade’s success with Asian artists. However, after meeting the man, he had discovered that though he was indeed successful, Elliot was still a scumbag that kept contracts with his artists as good as he kept his marriage.
The only bright side was that they would have million dollars worth of music production machines to themselves. But even that would be gone if Hoyt kept leaving every machine on every time they left the studio. No matter how much James nagged him to remember to turn things off after leaving the recording room, Hoyt still kept everything on. Sometimes even the recording button.
“Hyung, you know that I hate turning them on and off. We can finish the CD faster my way.”
James scoffed at Hoyt’s use of ‘Hyung,’ the Korean word for older brother, a title of politeness used towards him. Though Hoyt’s formal speech had annoyed him, the thought of him reverting back to the childish James-chan, a name which Hoyt had used with him as teens, made him want to puke out his Thai noodles.
“Fine, if you’re done eating then let’s goes finish that CD,” James offered.
Hoyt picked up both of their leftovers and garbage to throw out.
“You only listen to me well when I talk about going to the studio but after we finish recording, your hearing leaves you.”
“It’s because I work so hard in there, Hyung. I have no hearing left afterwards.”
Hoyt wrapped an arm around James shoulders as they went through the connected garage to the studio.
“Ah, move away it’s hot,” James said as he pushed him away.
Both of them were the recording staple of V-neck sweaters and jogging pants since they were comfortable to sing in, though sometimes it got so warm that they revealed clothing until there were only in their underwear. It was lucky that there was no one else was around since it would be hard to explain why both of them were undressed together.
Getting closer to the studio, both of them stopped in their tracks.
“Hyung, can you hear something? Listen… there are sounds coming from the studio…” Hoyt whispered.
James almost burst out into laughter. “Obviously there are sounds. You left the whole studio on.”
He laughed at the other man’s worried expression but could admit that the women’s recordings for the background track sounded a little different than before. It sounded somehow better.
“What do you do all of that Karate for if you get scared? What are those muscles you work on so much for?” James teased.
“You have muscles too, Hyung. Cover my back.”
Both of them went through the studio door, one more confident than the other. But they were both caught unaware when the image of a woman appeared on the studio’s LCD screen monitor. The main machinery was outside the studio but the recording room was only seen through the LCD screen like a one-way room. The small monitor inside the recording room, which let a person see everything inside the main studio, was the only thing that Hoyt ever remembered to turn off.
So as the woman pumped her fingers into her pussy, both James and Hoyt had the best view, without her knowing.
“We should tell her—”
Hoyt put his hand on his lips to signal for James to be quiet as he moved to the recording station and sat down. He checked if the record button was on… it was. From the last time that he had turned it off until now, he guessed that there would be twenty minutes of editing unless the woman had been at it for longer than that. The latest song that they had been working on was suppose to have a wicked breathing background track but their producer didn’t leave them anything hot enough. Now there was their track being recorded.
Both of them watched as the woman continued. She looked petite in height but big in all the places that counted. Both set of eyes devoured her soft looking brown body as her hips moved up and down.
“Oh yes… oh my god. Oh yes, almost, almost. Oh I’m almost there. I wanna cum so bad. Oh, oh, oh yes! Ah, yes, oh yes!”
The rest of her words she screamed in an almost deafening tone in the studio. But they did just as the song needed it to do. Though both Hoyt and James avoided each other’s eye because of each of their growing arousal from watching the woman get herself off so unabashed, both of them realized that she just made their song a hit with her recording.
James looked up and away as she dressed herself. The same couldn’t be said for Hoyt who took in each image of her thick thighs, hips, breasts, like he was eating chocolate after years of starvation. His eyes caught an old hung picture on the opposite wall. It was of the mayor, their musical producer, and his ex-wife. Overhearing a short conversation between the producer and Hoyt he had discovered that it was the only picture of his marriage that he couldn’t bear to throw away or put down since the much beloved mayor had died a year afterwards.
But as he looked back from the picture to the screen to the picture again, he swore under his breath.
“Hoyt, she’s the producers—”
The woman let out a scream as she opened the door to the recording room seeing the two men in front of her.
“We’re so sorry.”
James put out his hands in front of himself to show that he meant no harm but she kept looking at them like they were going to attack.
“We didn’t mean to walk in on you—”
“Yeah, we didn’t mean to walk in on you but if I knew that you were going to be in the studio doing things like that to yourself I would have rushed here sooner. And alone.”
“Hoyt, where are your manners?! She’s the producer’s—”
“Best bet on making us famous with pipes like hers.” Hoyt got up from his seat and walked towards the woman, all six feet of him coming closer to her warmed up body. “I wasn’t planning on having desert but there’s certainly always room for chocolate.”
“I am so sorry Mrs. Wade. I mean, Mrs. Ex-Wade. No, no I mean—”
At the mention of her former name, James watched as something passed over her face, making the brown skin hardened. In the next moment she had turned from scared rabbit to hunting fox in body language. As she shifted her hands to her hips instead of in front of her body, both men took in the sight of her exposed breasts again. Instead of warning them to look away, her eyes dared them to look nearer.
“I’m Aubrey Branson now,” she said, throwing a light smile at James. Looking back at Hoyt and then back at James again, she smiled wider. “And for desert I want something that goes into my pussy but that I can feel in the back of my neck.”
James watched with both shock and amusement as the woman pulled at Hoyt’s jogging pants, taking a peek and an approving nod. Then he watched as she walked away from the younger man and came up to him, doing another cock check. He felt himself hardening even further.
“It seems like you two are ready for some chocolate dessert.”
Aubrey had been the one to propose to her ex-husband after three years of dating. Not including the times that they had split up in between. After a romantic dinner, in a hot air balloon, she had become a wife after being swept off the ground.
Now she had another proposal to make in front of her. No romantic dinner or hot air balloon, and she was definitely still on the ground. She took a look at both of the men in front of her and almost climaxed again. James, the older one, had introduced himself with his eyes firmly trained on hers. Hoyt, on the other hand, had said his name as he ran a light finger down her arm.
No matter subtle or overt their introductions to her had been, the two handsome Asian men were looking at her with the same desire they would give to someone offering private admittance to the Playboy Mansion.
“You can use my recording. But that makes me your muse doesn’t it? And if I have to become your muse then you both have to become my lovers.”
Her words had come out as clear as any but their responses were delayed. She winced a little.
“So are you guys going to play with me tonight or are you just going to keep recording… together?”
Aubrey took one look from one man to the other, asking her question silently.
“We definitely do not do that kind of recording together!” Hoyt quickly corrected. He shook his hands, looking back at James with a glare. “If you showed a little more of your excitement then there would be no mistakes.”
James walked over to where Hoyt was standing and pushed him aside. Aubrey looked up at him as he stood in front of her.
“You don’t even know the extent of my excitement, Hoyt. But if you don’t know it, Aubrey—” His hands wrapped around the material of her robe, pulling her up and towards his cock. Aubrey moaned as he grinded his hips against hers, holding onto his shoulders to keep her legs from giving out. “—even after seeing it then… I’m should I be a little bit more forward?” James lifted her hips towards him even more. One of her legs reaching up to wrap around his torso to pull him ever closer. Even closer—
Aubrey slipped on the floor, her head heading back towards the wall…
“Can you be careful?!” Hoyt returned to her side, breathing hard as he held up her head.
All three of them were breathing hard and looking at each other. Aubrey broke the tension with a slight yawn.
“I can’t be careful when I’m trying to prove a point.” James looked down at Aubrey. “Sweetheart, if we both agree to this then what do you want to happen?”
Aubrey clapped immediately, almost throwing her head back towards the wall. Hoyt caught her head again with his hand. He brought her face towards her to look into her eyes.
He could smell only a little of alcohol on her clothing but he could tell from her lack of bodily control that she was drunk.
“You, can pound me from the back if you want and then Hoyt can pound me from the front like a see-saw—”
“Enough. Let’s take you to bed.” James picked her up into his arms, sweeping her off her feet.
“Okay!”
She pulled herself up to look over James’ shoulder toward Hoyt. He gave her a weak smile back before walking up in front to open the door for James.
Once they were upstairs, James put her in the guest bedroom and then put the sheets up to her chin. Both of them turned to leave the room.
“Umm… what happened to our dessert? What happened to the see-saw?”
Hoyt turned around with his hands in his pockets.
“You have no idea how much I want to be with you right now… but I can’t do this while you can’t even hold up your own head.” He sighed. “But if you don’t change your mind after you’ve sobered up then… I’ll be more than excited for you tomorrow.”
James had to half drag him out of the room when he realized that the other man wouldn’t be able to leave by himself. Once the door closed behind them Hoyt glared at James.
“Hyung, you might have made the right call back there but tomorrow we make our choices individually.”
Hoyt went ahead of James. The latter man almost let out a laugh since both of them ended up on the living room couches. Instead of them being able to have separate rooms, they shared the guestroom since they were too scared to risk the diseases that might be present in their producer’s bachelor bed.
But they were use to sharing.
Both of them had come from their individual countries on a recruiter’s hunch that they would be famous one day. They had shared so much throughout their adolescent years in dirty hotel rooms: tears, frustration, and even accomplishment. Now there was something—someone they both wanted so much in front of them and the only choice she was giving them was to share her.
“We’re going to need the recording either way hyung, it’s the easiest situation for all of us…” Hoyt said, as he set up the sofa couch.
“You mean it’s more fun this way,” James corrected. He went over to get extra blankets from the corridor storage. Hoyt laid out his body on the bed.
“No, I mean its mutual beneficial. Plus, she’s smoking hot.”
James laid out his own bed on the opposite couch before throwing a pillow and blanket over at Hoyt.
“Just concentrate on what how well you ride—I mean write over her background track…” James rubbed his neck as he sat down. “I think I might be too tired.”
“I think you might be so make sure you get a lot of sleep, hyung. You’re going to need it for tomorrow.”
Aubrey woke up feeling too much of everything. Her body was hot underneath thick covers that didn’t belong to her. She got up too quick, holding her head on to steady herself on the way up.
“Why am I dressed like this?” she said, looking down at her lingerie.
The last thing she could recall was being in a bar downtown with friends. But she was wearing a red dress in her memory. Then she had gone home by taxi… and then rushed out the house wearing this—a robe and sheer chemise. And the musical studio, going in and then being caught—
Aubrey held her head. She had asked the two men to become her lovers.
“How drunk was I late night?”
She jumped when she heard the door open.
“Sorry, I didn’t think you were awake yet.”
The man in front of her—James, she remembered—looked down to the floor. The breeze from the door, brushed over her nipples. Sheer chemise. The thought brought her hands down to the loosened ties of her robe. She tied it. “But here is a change of clothing.” He passed her a loose sweater, slacks, and boxers, still taking a slight glance at her chest before correcting himself. “I’ll be out for awhile so if you need something then ask Hoyt… but just be careful about your wording.”
Her stomach lurched as he closed the door behind himself, leaving her wondering why she wanted a stranger to stay with her in a strange bedroom so badly.
“Hello?”
Hoyt looked up from where he was writing. He dropped his pen to the floor. James had left a few hours saying to be ready when Aubrey woke up… but he wasn’t ready for her to come downstairs looking as edible as yesterday.
She was dressed in one of their loose v-neck sweaters, but instead of causal, it looked completely sexual with her bare legs on display.
“The slacks didn’t fit me.” She held out pants towards him.
He got up, banging his leg against the table in his quickness.
“Shit!” He sat on the table, holding the front of his leg. Aubrey rushed over in front of him to hold his leg as well. She fussed over him, asking where it hurt but he couldn’t tell her the answer. She had pulled her curly hair back into a high bun showing off the collarbones and giving him the perfect view down her shirt. He could see her breasts bouncing up and down with her quick movements to help him.
You want to know where it hurts? He thought. Just look down.
“It’s okay ready. Just stop!”
She moved her hand up his leg but he held her back by the shoulders and with his words. He had straightened out his legs enough for her to see what he had been hiding. The thick cock that had been growing as he watched her was now revealed. Instead of getting up immediately, Aubrey sat still in front of him. She breathed hard.
“I asked you something yesterday… I just remembered upstairs. But I don’t remember if I got a response.”
“You were drunk yesterday so you might have said some things that you don’t mean. You don’t have to remember—”
Hoyt stopped in the middle of his words. The pain had dulled in his leg but only because all the blood in his body had gone to the place where Aubrey was now stroking. Her hands had wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down through his clothing.
“If you can’t answer then can I convince you a little bit?” She stopped stroking for a moment so she could get his pants and boxers off.
Again, his hands held hers, only they shook a little now. His face was boyish, with dimples and soft pouty lips but his hard, muscular body was pure man.
“Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do this because I won’t be able to stop once we start…”
“I don’t know why you guys came into the studio at that moment, but you should already know what happened between me and my ex-husband. Money is one way to get back at someone but I can’t even look at a wood without thinking about the studio cabin I caught him cheating in. I’ve talked about the hurt but talking doesn’t help… You might need my screams for your background track. But I just need to scream so badly—”
Hoyt reached down into her boxer shorts, taking them down onto to her knees and then off of her body. She gasped as his index finger brushed her clit. He pulled her up on top of him.
“I want to use my mouth instead,” he said. He pulled her body forward but she shook her head and turned her body. Instead of facing his mouth forwards, she let her pussy reach his mouth with her face turned so she could bend down towards his cock.
“I want to use my mouth as well.”
She took his cock full into her mouth as he sucked her clit. She pumped up and down again before giving a deep moan. The vibrations in her throat cause him to groan once more. He spanked her ass in response. She leaned away from his cock and bounced as he licked her pussy, causing him to give her another sharp spank.
“I c-c-can’t suck anything when you’re spanking me like that…” Aubrey steadied herself on his chest as his tongue continued his travel up and down her pussy lips. He spanked her even harder.
“I’m not…spanking you…because you stopped.” In between his words he daggered his tongue into her pussy. She bounced quicker though he tried to hold her legs still. He spanked her again and she gasped loudly. “I want… you to… scream…” He held her still with one arm and added his fingers into her pussy, pushing her deeper into her.
“Oh, God!” She collapsed onto his torso as he moved his tongue up and down her pussy. She held onto his clothing holding his shirt in tight fists. He kept spanking her until she bounced, screaming as she came into his mouth. “Yes… oh God... Please yes!”
Hoyt got up, fixing his pants before taking her shaking form into his arms.
“Somehow I’m not satisfied yet with those screams…” He traveled up the stairs and brought her into the guestroom, closing the door behind them with his foot.
He put her on the bed with her bottom facing up as he took off his clothing and found a condom. She turned around to pull her sweater off of herself but he turned her over again, pushing his cock into her pussy from behind. He pounded into her rough, spanking her ass every other thrust as she held onto the sheets. She couldn’t move from under his body. She could only hold on as her body threatened to explode once more.
He got up on his knees, pulling her up with him. His hands were holding her up from her inner thighs, close to her pussy, so that he could flick her clit with his thumbs.
“Oh fuck, you’re so hot…” Hoyt bend down and kissed her back, licking and biting her with abandon.
“Hoyt… please just fuck me…” Aubrey brought her arms behind herself reaching up to behind his neck where she clasped them to hold her balance and sanity. He kept flicking her clit, massaging her thighs, kissing and biting her even harder as he drove into her until he could only see stars.
Hoyt collapsed onto the bed at Aubrey’s side. She faced him holding his face in her hands and directing his mouth high until his tongue reached the face she wanted him to touch the most.
He took her dark nipple into his mouth and sucked as she ran his hand through his hair.
“You better warm me up quick so we can go again—”
A knock on the door cut off her words.
James needed to get out of the house. He knew it the moment that he closed his eyes to sleep and the only thing he had dreamt of was the many ways he wanted to fuck Aubrey. But every time he did, the musical producer who left them appeared right beside him with a hammer.
He just needed some air to clear his conscience, especially when he could hardly stop himself from staring at her chest as he brought out more clothing for her to wear.
“What I wanted to do is take off her clothing. Not give her more.”
He found himself walking for almost two hours towards a park before his cell phone rang. He looked down at the screen. It was the producer.
“Ah… which asshole is this? James or Hoyt? Do you guys know what time it is here? It doesn’t even matter because I’ve been up for at least twelve…” came Elliot’s drunken greeting.
“You hardly call to check the process of the album. When are you coming back?”
“Can’t talk now, James, love. I have two half open bottles of something—check for me, darling what that is? Not you the redhead! Okay… okay… yes, vodka? Good girl! I have two more bottles of premium Russian vodka to finish before I go anywhere or think about anything. I’ll call you guys soon, man.”
James swore. He had traveled how many hours for an empty studio? Well, not empty now that Aubrey was there. He remembered the way that she had fingered herself that night, like she hadn’t had a cock inside of her in a long time. Her need to climax came into her mind over and over again in the night.
He thought back to the room he left her in. He wondered if she was in their bed, brown body drenched with sweat as she worked herself up the sheets. He laughed at himself. Instead of staying outside he would be better off with her. He started running back towards the house.
Once he got into the house he closed the door behind himself. He went up the stairs two at a time and then opened the door.
He and Hoyt had been sharing the guestroom ever since they came back to America. But they had arm wrestled over who would sleep on the bed—James won.
“Hyung!”
But now Hoyt won.
He lay in bed with Aubrey, both of them naked. James’ could finally feel his fatigue overwhelming him.
“Excuse me,” he said.
He backed out of the room. He heard feet hitting the floor fast before someone grabbed his hand to remove from the door handle. He tried to walk away again but someone was holding his other hand. He looked back down and saw that Aubrey had come out of the bed.
“Why’d you leave?” She held his hands in hers intertwined before taking his other hand and moving it over her body, her breasts, stomach, thighs. She introduced him to her body with each guided caress. “Can I finally have an answer now?” She looked back at Hoyt and then back at James again. “Do you both agree?”
Aubrey took off James’ jacket, shirt, and even undid his pants before he took over and took away his clothing. She led him to his bed, back turned towards him. James looked down at the marks on her back and then at Hoyt.
“What did I say to you about being too rough? Don’t force the voice out of your throat and don’t leave marks when you’re making love to someone.”
“Hyung, stop talking so much,” Hoyt said with a cheeky smile.
James laid Aubrey down on her back, looked back at Hoyt, and then brought her to her knees along with him. Aubrey’s front faced James and her back Hoyt. James held her at the waist and rocked his cock into her. He let go of his firm grasp so that Hoyt would be able rock his cock into her. Up and down, both of them entered her body with their thick cocks.
“Oh ... please more!”
Aubrey’s hands held both of their shoulders to keep her balance. James’ hands traveled down her back and onto her ass, squeezing every time he brought her close. Hoyt’s hands traveled her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples every time he brought her close. She went almost crazy as they pounded. Her body was damp with sweat and her legs were about to give out.
Hoyt came behind her, falling to the side. James laid her down on the bed, ready to slow down pace.
“James, please... faster!”
He shushed her as he brought her legs up to wrap around his torso. He rocked into her pussy as she looked up at him on the bed. Her hands grabbed him at the waist, forcing him deeper with each thrust but he kept his steady rhythm. He basked in the way that the walls of her pussy tightened around him, tighter and tighter until she finally shook underneath him. He pulled out but still tapped her clit softly so her orgasm would continue.
Finally, he fell to her side.
All three of them lay in bed panting, waiting for the others to speak but none knew what to say.
“It was best that you guys agreed to this arrangement,” Aubrey said finally. “I think we have the potential to make wonderful music together.”
Aubrey held James’s hand in right hand and Hoyt’s in her left. She brought the one hand down towards her pussy and the other towards her breasts.
“But I think we’re going to need even more rehearsal time.”
Fin.