Page 23 of The Shared Game

She sighed into it, feeling as divine as she did last time, but this time I was determined to give her something more than a mere orgasm. With Aaron’s help, we were going to send her into the stratosphere.

Aaron hesitated for a second, but one nod from Paisley and that look of pure seduction had him bending over and putting his mouth over her clit, right next to my cock slamming into her with the determination of a man on a mission.

The second his mouth touched her, she jolted. And not just a subtle twitch—she moved like she’d been connected to a car battery.

I couldn’t help but smile. This was it. This was what would finally satisfy her so hard she couldn’t ask for more.

Aaron started tentatively, small licks and sucks that had her panting and holding onto his head, but it didn’t take him long to really get into it.

Slurping loudly, he sucked, lapped, flicked, and more against her wet pussy while I fucked her with shallow strokes that were sure to get her off.

It didn’t take long. Our combined attention soon had her howling with lust, screaming ‘that’s it, that’s it, that’s it,’ at the top of her lungs.

She came hard. Hard enough to drench Aaron, and soak my balls as she squirted an unbelievable amount over the two of us.

“Oh! I’ve never done that before….” She caught her breath long enough to exclaim before a deep thrust cut off any further words.

“Let’s see if we can make her do it again.” Aaron turned to look at me, understood the assignment, nodded, and went back to work on her, this time with even greater vigor.

She howled. She screeched. She made noises I’ve never heard anyone make before. All the while holding onto Aaron’s head or toying with her incredible breasts that bobbed and jolted with every thrust.

It was such an erotic sight, it was such an erotic feeling, having her gushing against me almost non-stop that I was having trouble keeping my cool. My release was chasing me, but I was determined to hold on. I was determined to fuck her until she said those magic words.

“Stop, stop! I can’t take any more!” She giggled hysterically, pawing at Aaron and me to move away from her too sensitive pussy.

“Did we finally satisfy you?”

“Yes, yes! Fucking hell, yes….” She sighed, her eyes glassy and her body limp underneath me.

The words were barely out of her mouth when I let go, surrendering to my climax and unloading inside her. It had taken a lot, but I’d finally done it. We’d finally done it; we’d found Paisley’s limit.

Epilogue

Paisley

The comedown from that magical evening was bumpy. I went home in a daze, in a state of disbelief at what I’d done.

The things I’d seen. The things I’d done, and had done to me. The non-stop, overwhelming, out-of-this-world orgasms. I’d thrown caution to the wind, cast off my inhibitions, and experienced something amazing. But, more than that, I was proud of myself.

The old me never would have done such things. Even before I was married, I had a problem admitting what I wanted to myself and others. By denying that, I’d denied a part of myself. A part that I couldn’t share with just anyone, but an important part, nonetheless.

I’d gone looking for connection when I decided to attend the board game night, but I found so much more than that. What I’d found were two people, two spirits as hungry for the same things as I was—deeper connections. Intimate connections. The kind of things you would never admit to openly, even to your friends.

They were hungry for new experiences. Aaron was trying to find a part of himself he’d kept hidden as I had, and Kevin was desperate to prove something to both of us, his natural bravado and confidence driven by giving those around them what they needed. His need to lead, to push, had led us all to where we’d gone, and for that, I would be forever grateful.

It was exactly what I’d needed, in so many ways. Connection. The thing missing from my life. As it turned out, stroking and fussing over Captain Snowball was no substitute for real, honest, authentic, raw, skin-to-skin contact.

That evening made me brave enough to try more things. To get out of my comfort zone, out of my house, my head, and sign up for more clubs. Dancing, yoga, you name it. If I ever had a passing interest in something, I was going to try it out.

I didn’t expect any of them to lead to meeting anyone like Aaron or Kevin, but if it happened, I wasn’t going to say no. For now, I enjoyed the time we had together, and I enjoyed teasing them with sultry looks at the board game club just as much.

No one there knew of our little ‘private game nights,’ and I kind of liked that we had our own secret naughty club dedicated to more than playing games.

In the moments afterward, in our shared bubble of afterglow, I mused whether what we had could become something more. Was I ready for something so different? Was a throuple the answer to meeting my insatiable needs? It appeared that it would take more than one man to keep me satisfied, and I’m pretty sure both of them would be on board with making what we had ‘semi-official.’ I’m just not sure it was what I was looking for at the moment.

After being in a relationship for so long, I wanted to explore. To see what was out there. To forge new horizons and discover things about myself that being in any kind of relationship might prevent.

More men? A group thing? Women? All of it felt worth the risk of trying, if it felt as good as what we did together did.