She Said Yes! Read Free Page B

and parted her pussy lips to tweak her clit.
    Lust sizzled through her. Yes!
    Ben’s voice easily broke through her ardor. “Tell her you want us both.”
    Yes, yes, yes, she pleaded silently.
    “What if she says no?” Johnny argued.
    Marianne had to act fast. If she waited for him to come around, Ben might get tired of waiting and find someone else who interested him. But he loved Johnny—that much was obvious—and he seemed to want to be with her, too. She didn’t want to lose this chance. It might not come up again.
    Quickly she slipped out of her slacks. As they puddled at her feet, she tugged off her blouse and dropped it to the steps. In her underwear, she stepped around the corner and stood at the landing, hand on one jutting hip. Raising her voice so it carried over the noise from the television, she called out, “What if I say yes?”
    Both men froze, still grasping their hard cocks. Their heads swiveled in unison, their mouths agape, their eyes wide. Ben’s gaze dropped from Marianne’s face to her bra, then lower, and a slow smile spread across his face. “ Would you say yes?” he asked.
    In response, Marianne unlatched the front clasp of her bra and let her breasts swing free.
    Johnny’s eyes bulged. A bead of white cum bubbled up from the tip of his dick and dribbled down the side of his hand, and Marianne smirked. Placing her palms under her breasts, she lifted them up and pinched her nipples harder. “Johnny, baby,” she purred, coming closer—she swished her hips and pressed her thighs together, squeezing pleasure from her clit with each step. “Isn’t there something you want to ask me?”
    “I-I-I-I,” Johnny stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words.
    Ben nudged him in the shoulder. “Ask her,” he hissed.
    Johnny shrugged him off. Half-tucking his dick into his pants, he started to reach for the television remote. “You know, maybe this isn’t a good time—”
    “You want me,” Marianne murmured, closing the distance between them.
    Johnny looked up at her and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
    Glancing past him, she winked at Ben. “And you want him , right?” she asked.
    Ben’s response was to reach into Johnny’s lap and dip into the front of his jeans to extract his still-hard dick. As his fingers encircled Johnny’s shaft, Ben’s smile widened. “Oh, hell yeah. I want you both.”
    “Johnny?” Marianne prompted.
    With a whimper, his eyes slipped shut. His hips thrust his cock into Ben’s grip, and one word escaped his lips. “Please.”
    Leaning down onto the arm of the couch, Marianne angled her elbows in towards her belly to push her breasts towards Johnny. To her surprise, he leaned back, his head on Ben’s shoulder, and instead it was Ben who surged forward, mouth open, seeking one pert nipple. When his hot lips kissed her skin, his wet tongue slid around and over and under her teat, suckling it as he fisted Johnny’s dick.
    “Yes, yes,” Johnny moaned, head lolled against Ben’s neck. Marianne felt his warm breath tickle her chest and she ran a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails, before turning him towards her. She guided him easily towards her other breast and he latched on, hungry for her.
    The two worked in disconcert, Ben nipping and tugging while Johnny sucked greedily. Ben’s hands worked both his cock and Johnny’s, and Marianne reached down to help, reaching for his fat dick to see for herself the heft and breadth of it. Like a thick sausage, it filled her hand completely, and Ben let go to give her full rein. With expert moves, she stroked up and down the short length, feeling it grow beneath her attentions. Gingerly she tickled her nails over his tender balls, then under them, then up his length, over the mushroomy tip, and down again, before she grasped him fully a second time.
    He gasped, letting her breast fall from his mouth to plant a wet kiss on Johnny’s cheek. “God,” he sighed, humping into Marianne’s hand. “You