Sharing Brenda
At four-thirty, they jumped into the ranch's pick-up and headed into town. When Billy hit the main highway through Lewisville, Sal turned in his seat. "Brenda, my love, Billy explained to me about your special circumstance, and though what happened may have made you very sad, it made me very happy."
Billy pounded the steering wheel. "Damn, I'm going to have to stop hanging with you. Every time you open your mouth, you stick your foot in it."
"But why, you should be happy too? If she were happily married, would we be able to take this captivating woman dancing? Would we have the chance to hold her, to kiss her, to make beautiful love to her?"
"No, but I made a commitment to Brenda. I will not push myself on her. It needs to be her choice if she wants to take our relationship to the next level."
Brenda smiled. She got a kick out of their bantering. "That's true, Sal. You are an obvious tomcat, and I need stability."
Sal turned more toward her and gazed directly at her. "Oh, but my sweet, let me explain. Though it is true I play around, I know when to be serious. With you, I could be serious. I will make the same commitment as Billy."
"All right, you're both in such a gentlemanly mood. This girl needs an escort to the Circle G shindig this coming Saturday."
Simultaneously, they offered, "I'll take you."
She laughed. "Actually, I was thinking of both of you."
Tee Bones turned out as pictured, a large cowboy saloon and steakhouse with a hardwood dance floor and a raised band platform. They arrived around five o'clock and seated themselves in a booth convenient to the dance floor.
The air-conditioning, which had been set low, caused the outline of her chilled nipples to show through the fabric of her red halter. She retired to the restroom with her carry-all bag and exchanged her scanty outfit for a fully decked out cowgirl. After they'd eaten a decent steak dinner, Sal ordered a round of drinks.
As the night wore on, Billy and Sal bought her drinks, while flattering and charming her with stories and witticisms. They danced individually at first, and as the night wore on all together. They kissed, fondled, and petted her, hunger winning the battle over the reluctance in her mind. To her shame, she wanted both of these men. Is this how Jasmine felt that first night?
Lights were low and smoke wafted through the air, creating a nebulous haze. Their feet barely moved on the dance floor, swaying back and forth, body parts rubbing to the beat of Gretchen Wilson's Heaven Help Me.
Sal stood behind her, grinding his ridged manhood into the sway of her back, his lips sending shivers through her, leaving damp kisses on her neck and his hands surrounding each breast. If that wasn't bad enough, Billy's tongue was buried in her mouth while his hands roved her body. It was like they were a ham on rye sandwich and she was the meat. She was in a fog of desire, and when Billy's hand went to her crotch and his middle finger slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit through the fabric, she was practically theirs for the taking.
But what about their commitment?
"Enough!" She shouted as she finally located her resolve. "You both promised not to come on to me unless I wanted it."
"But my sweetheart, don't you want it?" Sal whispered in her ear.
She turned. "Yesno. Yes, I do, but not now. I didn't ask for it. And I certainly don't want it, as you call it, with two men. At least I don't think I do."
Billy whispered in her other ear. "Then pick one of us, baby."
She thought about that. Could I pick one? The truth is they're too hot to discard one. It would be like having two aces in a poker hand and throwing one away. "I will not! It's too soon and I just met both of you. I'm so confused." She stormed off the dance floor. Everyone watched her return to the booth, then turned and watched two hot men in hot pursuit.
He rose on an elbow and looked down at her. It was comforting to know that at least one person in the whole world loved her so much they would do anything for her. She reached up to his smooth, shaved cheek, her fingers caressing his handsome face. "I do love you. I can't wait for tonight when Sal gets here. I need to feel your strength pulsing inside me. Could you make love to me? Even if it's only for five minutes."
"Can't, have to get back to work, plus it'd have to be all right with Sal."
She teased Billy. "You know we really ought to get this clarified. There may be times like right now where you and I feel needy and Sal isn't around. Same with Sal and me. You wouldn't mind right?"
Billy furrowed his brow. "Not unless you made a habit of it."
Brenda bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Good. I want you to know that I wouldn't care if you and Sal were feeling needy and I wasn't around."
Billy's jaw dropped open seconds before a giant smile formed. Then he laughed and wagged a finger at her. "You are a naughty girl. Fuck it. Let's do it and give Sal a one free lay card. Get in the shower, while I call him and make sure it's all right."
She turned on the shower and undressed. When the water was warm enough she hopped in the shower and lathered up with a Dove bar. She shampooed her hair, got soap in her eye and reached for a towel. Billy grabbed her wrist and peeked through the shower curtain. "He said it was all right, but he wants ten free lay cards."
Her mouth opened at the absurdity of the demand. "That's not right. Maybe we should"
She paused when Billy started laughing. "Ooh you." She punched his shoulder. "What did he really say?"
He stepped through the curtain and took the soap from her. "He said he had no problem. He might like to be alone with you occasionally, too. As long as neither us gets carried away."
As the water rained down on them, Billy washed himself with a soft scrub brush and did the same to her, in all the right places. He scrubbed down her naked body and certainly knew how to push her buttons.
"Mmmm, I love to touch and feel your breasts." He bent down and took one of her light pink nipples between his lips. "And I really like to suck on your sexy nipples, too."
Whimpering, she pushed her chest outward, shoving her hard, distended nipple against his warm, wet mouth. Her hands went to his scalp, fingers combing through his long wet mane. Breathily, she warned him, "Yeah, well, it's making me fucking hot. So you better plan on delivering the good stuff soon!"
While sucking her nipple, he washed her back and ass with the brush. "Mmmm, that feels good." Then the brush moved to her nether regions. "Ummm, that drives me crazy."
"Drives me crazy too. I'll wash your sweet cunt with my hand and get it all hot and wet, so we can have a hot, wet fuck."
Without warning, as his soapy fingers fondled her sensitive privates, she attacked him, her tongue down his throat, and her hands everywhere. He caught his breath when her legs wrapped around his backside, arms around his neck and her inflamed wet pussy ground into his stiff prick. She broke their kiss. "Oh, Billy, you feel so good. Ahhh! Oooh, God, you feel so good. Fuck me, Billy. Jesus, I wish this could go on forever."
Apparently overwhelmed, but finally catching up with her passion, he thrust his cock into her hungry slit. With her tongue back in his mouth, her whole torso began undulating. Her soft breasts pressed against his hard, manly chest. Boiling, he turned the water temperature down to cool the heat that dissipated from them.
She panted from lust. As he continued to stroke her torrid pussy, she met every thrust with one of her own, as her whole body seemed to react to his probes. He moved her directly under the tepid water now ushering from the showerhead, drenching both of them. That seemed to reinvigorate her libido. "Jesus, Billy, is there a sexier place to fuck than under running water in a shower?" She bit his ear.
"Ow."
Then his neck. "Ow, you're a God damn alley cat."
