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  “Want another?” Wesley asked.

  “I don't think I can handle anymore.” Diego stood up and wobbled just a little bit. “It's getting a little late. I should be going.”

  I stepped up immediately. It was now or never. I put my hand on Diego's and squeezed. “Do you have to leave so soon. It's my birthday.”

  Diego looked down at my hand and then up to my chest, his eyes big. I had him right where I wanted him. I pulled him by the hand until we were inches away. I saw that his mouth was parted just slightly.

  I planted my lips on his and he broke away. He looked over at Wesley who was sipping his gin. “What's going on?” Diego asked.

  “Do you want this?” I asked, pulling my straps down and letting the red dress fall to the ground. My black bra and thong were the only thing left.

  Diego looked confused but the lust was overtaking him. He scanned up and down my curves and then looked to Wesley.

  “Go ahead,” Wesley said.

  Diego wasn't confused anymore. He knew exactly what he wanted. His lips were on me again, tasting my tongue. His hands moved up to my breasts and clenched them over my bra.

  Wesley approached me from behind, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. He unlatched my bra and pulled it off, showing off my big tits to Diego. “Put your lips on those,” Wesley commanded Diego.

  Diego buried his face in my boobs, his hands kneading them together, his hungry tongue running across my pink nipples. They became erect and hard in his mouth.

  Wesley knelt down behind me and hooked his fingers in my thong. He pulled them down slowly and threw them across the room. He kissed my ass gently, squeezing my cheeks together. He moved up to my lower back and layered kiss upon kiss all the way up my spine.

  Being sandwiched between two sexy men was a dream come true. A perfect birthday present. I backed away from the two of them. “Take off your shirts,” I ordered them.

  I watched as Diego and Wesley unbuttoned their nice shirts. Their shirtless chests made me bite my bottom lip. The two men had similar builds. Each about 5'10''. Both of them obviously worked out a lot. Wesley's skin was untouched by the sun while Diego was very tanned.

  I approached the two of them and kissed Diego. His lips were eager, never letting me catch my breath. I grabbed his erection in his pants and he moaned in my mouth. “You're a big man,” I said, stroking him slowly.

  I moved to my husband and kissed him, slipping my tongue in his mouth. I kept my hold on Diego's shaft while I felt my husband's thick cock in his pants. “My two big men,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

  I went to my knees and started to undo both of their belts with one hand. It wasn't easy but I had a little experience with two men in the past. The buttons were the most difficult part with one hand. I got both undone and unzipped them down slowly.

  Diego's cock was even a little bigger than I thought it was. I always loved my husband because he was so gigantic and Diego was close enough to match him.

  I was in for a big night.

  I looked up at Wesley for what he wanted me to do next. Sometimes he wanted to be first and other times he wanted to watch.

  “Put Diego's cock in your mouth,” he told me. “Suck on him hard.”

  I could see the glint of excitement in Diego's eyes as I brushed my hair from my face. His rod throbbed in my hand as I kissed his tip. I ran my tongue over his head and collected his sweet pre-cum in my mouth.

  “That feels good,” Diego moaned, running his fingers through my thick hair.

  I opened wide and shoved his entire cock into my mouth. Diego groaned as my lips reached his base. I reached up and dragged my fingers down his washboard abs as I pulled him out and took a breath.

  “You taste good,” I said, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of my mouth. I put him back in my mouth and stroked him, bobbing my head up and down.

  Diego held the back of my head, his hips moving back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. His breathing quickened. His cock hardened in my mouth. I took my hand off his shaft and slowed down.

  He wouldn't be able to last much longer. He needed to pace himself if he was going to last all night.

  And I needed him to last all night.

  I pulled Diego out of my mouth and turned towards my husband. “Your turn, my love.” I crawled over to him and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

  I loved sucking my husband's cock while another man watched.

  Chapter Five

  “No hands,” Wesley instructed. His hand found my hair and pulled, snapping my head back. My mouth shot open and Wesley rested his cock on my lips. “You like that?”

  I locked my hands behind my back and licked his tip. I lowered my head to put him in my mouth but Wesley pulled back on my hair, teasing me just a little. “Give it to me,” I told him.

  Wesley crammed his entire length down my throat, holding both sides of my head as he thrust his cock into my mouth. There wasn't much I can do without hands. All I could do was sit there and take it while he fucked my face.

  Wesley slowly pulled his hard penis out. “Get on all fours. Give Diego that sweet pussy of yours.”

  I took my position and Diego ran his hand over my ass, his fingers getting dangerously close to my opening. I was so wet that I was dripping onto the carpet floor. Diego swung his hand through the air and connected with my ass.

  I screamed and looked up at Wesley. He had the most satisfied look on his face as he watched Diego spank me over and over again until my ass was raw and red. “Are you ready for me,” Diego asked.

  “Yes, please!” I replied. “Fill me up.”

  Diego forced his cock into my tight hole, stretching my pussy to the limit. I opened my mouth to gasp from how big he was and Wesley punched his cock past my lips. Diego's rod tore into me, pushing deeper and deeper.

  I almost couldn't handle how big they both were. I thought my body was going to burst from too much cock.

  Diego's hands found my love handles and he used them as leverage to pound my ass harder and harder. Every thrust forced my body forward and consequently pushed Wesley's cock deeper down my throat.

  I was so close to the edge. The pleasure was unimaginable. I wanted to yell out that I was going to come but Wesley's shaft never left my mouth.

  My entire body tightened up and quaked as I exploded around Diego's thickness. He spanked me right as I hit my peak and the sharp pain only heightened the orgasm.

  Both men pulled out at the exact same moment. Was this it? Were they going to plaster me with their cum?

  This night was far from over.

  Wesley lay flat on the ground. His long dick throbbing against his hard abs. “Ride my cock, Alexa.”

  My head was swimming with ecstasy and alcohol. I couldn't tell up from down. All I wanted was more. More cock. More pleasure. More orgasms.

  I straddled Wesley and lowered down on his cock until he pierced my slick pussy. His hands mashed my tits together as I rocked my hips back and forth. Wesley's manliness stretched my hole, drilling deeper and deeper.

  My spine tingled with pleasure, my pussy tightening around his length. My tits bounced up and down as my hole took it all. Wesley dug his fingernails in my back and dragged them all the way down my skin.

  Wesley always knew how to fuck me just right.

  Diego took a hold of my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Take this cock in your mouth. Suck on me hard.”

  I opened wide as Diego inserted his penis into my mouth, my lips expanding to fit all of his thick meat in there. “Fuck. Your wife knows how to take a cock, Diego said, holding both sides of my head.

  Wesley clenched my tits harder, his fingers pinching my nipples until I yelped. He loved to watch me suck on another man. His cock pushed further and further inside me. I moaned on Diego's dick as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

  Wesley's breathing became ragged. He pumped his cock in and out of me, picking up speed. He wasn't going to last much longer.

 
“Don't pull out. Come inside me,” I begged him.

  Wesley grit his teeth. “Fuck,” he groaned.

  My next orgasm washed over me, sending me into a frenzy. I quivered on top of Wesley as his cock shot his warm cum deep inside me.

  Diego pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it furiously. I was finally able to get a breath but I couldn't stop from moaning.

  Diego found his climax, rubbing his shaft up and down. He screamed at the top of his lungs. Thick streams of seed spurted out and covered my face, neck, and tits. I was completely covered in his cum.

  I couldn't hold myself up any longer and collapsed on top of Wesley. My heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to burst from my chest. I took a few deep breaths to regain my composure. Every sensation felt so good.

  “Happy birthday, Alexa,” Wesley said, raking his fingers through my hair. “I hoped you liked your present.”

  “It was perfect, honey. Thank you.”

  I was so exhausted. I could barely keep my eyes open. My brain was like mush and my hearing had gone out.

  Chapter Six

  When I woke up hours later, it was still dark outside. I lay between Diego and Wesley. The three of us naked, our limbs entangled. Diego's cum had dried on my neck and chest. I got up and giggled as I saw my two men together.

  I went to the bathroom and washed myself off, remembering the how many times I came. It really was the perfect birthday. I still couldn't believe how god damn sexy Diego was. The feeling of his cum covering me while my husband spilled his seed in me was the best experience of my life.

  I returned to the living room to join the guys on the floor but they weren't there anymore.

  The two of them stood together, naked, at the bar. “Want one?” Wesley asked, handing me a glass.

  Diego looked at my nude figure, the lust returning in his eyes.

  I took a sip of my alcohol and smiled at Wesley.

  My birthday was far from over.

  The End

  Story Two

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  Layla has to bail Declan out of jail. She hasn't seen him in a long time even though she's had a crush on him for years.

  Now they'll have to share a bed for the night and they won't be able to control their forbidden desires much longer...

  Chapter One

  My phone rang and brought me out of a deep sleep. Usually I never answered a number I didn't know but I could barely open my eyes. I just assumed that it was one of my friends calling me to complain about their boyfriends.

  I put the phone to my ear. “Hello.”

  A male voice came on. “Layla?”

  He sounded familiar. Then it hit me and my eyes shot open. It was my stepbrother. “Declan?”

  “I need your help, Layla.”

  I sat up in bed and brushed my blonde hair out of my face. “What is it?”

  I hadn't seen or heard from Declan in about five years. I had no idea why he was calling me all of the sudden.

  He took a second to respond. “I'm in jail. I wouldn't be calling you if I had another choice.”

  That wasn't a big surprise. Declan had ran with the wrong crowd for a long time and had been in and out of jail.

  “How is this time any different than the other times?”

  “Because I need you to bail me out,” Declan replied.

  I stood up and paced around my bedroom in the dark. “Why can't one of your biker friends bail you out?”

  “Because they're all in jail too and they're not getting the option for bail.”

  “How much?” I asked.

  “Five thousand.”

  I took a seat on the edge of my bed. “Are you fucking serious? Five thousand dollars. I don't have that kind of money.”

  “I know you have the money, Layla. You've always been the responsible one. You have to help me.”

  Declan wasn't wrong. I did have the money but five thousand was a lot to me. And did I want to waste it on my stepbrother?

  “What's going to be different this time? If I bail you out, you could wind up in jail the next day for something else.”

  “This is never going to happen again. I've cut ties with the Death Reavers.”

  Declan had joined the Death Reavers motorcycle club straight out of high school and never went to college. My family had pretty much disowned him after the first time he went to jail. I still wanted to be in his life but it was very difficult.

  Something inside me was telling me to help. Maybe it was the connection we had the very first time I met him. Maybe I was just a sucker?

  “Okay, I'll help you. Where are you?”

  “You're not going to like this. I'm in a jail in Arizona.”

  “Arizona? You want me to drive eight hours and across state lines to get you?”

  “It will be morning when you get here and the banks should be open. You can get a cashier's check for five thousand from there.”

  This was getting to be too much. But how could I say no now? Besides he was my stepbrother. I had to help him even though I knew he was just going to hurt me in the end.

  I hung up on him and started getting ready. Driving for eight hours straight wasn't my idea of a fun time. Especially after not having slept for very long.

  I put on a t-shirt and jeans and hopped into my black Mazda. I didn't even bother with a shower or makeup. I could put on my face later.

  I drove through the night, remembering all the times with Declan.

  I used to have such a crush on him even though I knew it was wrong. I couldn't help it though. Declan was so strong and badass.

  There was one time when we almost kissed.

  I had blocked it from my brain for so long but now it came rushing back. We were all alone on the couch and I had spilled juice all over my shirt. Declan had run to the kitchen to grab paper towels and he pressed them against my wet chest.

  My erect nipples poked through the shirt and my breasts could easily be seen. I could tell how much he wanted to kiss me at that moment but he pulled away.

  Sometimes I wished he had gone through with it. Maybe things would be different now.

  I tried to imagine what he looked like now. When I saw him last, his head was shaved down to the skin and he had a couple of tattoos of his MC on his arms. Definitely looked like he belonged in jail.

  I pictured him in my mind with tattoos covering every inch of his face and body because that was the only natural evolution. He probably was wearing those orange jumpsuits that they gave to you in prison.

  I wasn't really into that whole ex-convict look so there shouldn't be any old feelings bubbling back to the surface.

  Chapter Two

  The drive was long and tiring.

  I had almost fallen asleep many times but was able to keep myself awake by turning the radio up.

  I arrived in Arizona around 11:30 AM and I stopped at the nearest bank. My account was drained to zero when I received the cashier's check for five thousand.

  I tried not think about how long it would take to save that amount of money again. I was always very frugal with spending and tried to save as much as I could. My retirement accounts were growing but I always felt like I was living paycheck to paycheck.

  And now having to pay Declan's bail, I wasn't going to have that safety cushion anymore in case something went wrong in my own life.

  The Arizona State Prison stood before me with tall gray walls and watchtowers. Guards looked down menacingly, holding long rifles.

  I walked up to a teller window that reminded me of a movie theater. “I'm here for Declan Kirk,” I said.

  The woman with short brown hair and in a beige uniform looked at her computer. “Your name?” she asked.


  “Layla Kirk,” I replied. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to call ahead and make an appointment or if Declan had already done the work.

  “Driver's license please.”