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This chapter continues with the blistering hot sex of the previous one.  There’s no violence.

Carrie spit over the drain. Not a particularly ladylike thing to do, she had to admit. But after the events of the evening she questioned whether anyone would ever call her a lady again. She could still taste blood in her mouth. She hoped it was from her lip and not her teeth.

The water was warm and soothing, though she had to adjust it to a more comfortable setting than needle spray. She found a pulsating massager that worked well. The pressure was consistent, but not too rough on her battered, bruised flesh. Right now she was more than capable of handling “rough” when it came from the two men she loved and desired most in the entire world, but not when it came from a showerhead.

Rick held a small plastic bottle of body wash high over his wife’s head and poured some out over her breasts. Alan reached out and lathered them up as Rick spread the soap over Carrie’s stomach and legs. He let his hands traverse her body, soaping her shoulders and back before he abandoned all pretense of trying to wash her in favor of simply touching her for its own sake. He turned her around and kissed her, the taste of his tongue a familiar and welcome effect. She sucked it gently between her lips, then let him do the same to hers. It had been far too long since she got to experience this with him.

Rick worked the soap into her back and her ass, manipulating her with his hands even as Alan’s returned to her soft feminine folds. In an instant, his intention was more than clear. At the same time, Rick’s rigid length pressed against Carrie’s soapy cheeks, making her want more of him. His hands were on her breasts now, taking over where Alan had left off. Carrie’s nipples were aroused, stiffening between her husband’s fingers as her clit did the same under Alan’s touch.

Her knees were wobbly, and Carrie wondered whether her altercation – no! Her brawl – with Jamie and Elisa was more to blame than the sensations she was currently enjoying. She was fairly certain it was the latter. She placed a hand over Alan’s shoulder, enjoying the feel of his muscled physique against her. She pulled him close, the head of his cock brushing against her stomach. When the kiss broke, she felt Rick’s hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her to him.

“Careful. My neck.”

Heeding her words, Rick leaned forward to kiss her. Carrie could feel Alan’s fingers spreading her open and she undulated her hips with wanton fervor as the sensations washed over her. As Rick’s tongue explored her mouth, she closed her hand around Alan’s cock, feeling him swell and throb in her grasp. She turned her head toward Alan and kissed him, stroking his length the entire time. Then she returned to Rick, their lips coming together hungrily, passionately. When it broke she turned back to Alan. This was everything she ever wanted, or very close to it. She couldn’t imagine ever feeling as fulfilled as she did at that moment.

“Is it okay if I – ” Rick answered Alan’s query with a nod. Alan placed his hands on the backs of Carrie’s legs and Carrie instinctively wrapped one leg around his waist, and then the other. As he held her beneath her thighs she could feel his erection against her lips and without looking at Rick for permission or even thinking about what she was doing she swallowed him up. Carrie gasped at the sensation, at the fullness she felt, to say nothing of the shock of feeling him inside her without a condom.

She ignored the quiet voice in her head telling her to use protection and began to grind on him slowly, focusing on the rippling muscles of his shoulders and chest, and the look of pleasure on his face as she took him all the way inside her. As the speed of their movements increased, Alan leaned against the wall of the shower, resting on his elbows as he thrust into her. At the same time Carrie bounced up and down on his cock with all she had, a considerable effort considering the events of earlier that evening.

She felt the tip of Rick’s finger at her back door, rotating first in a small, almost imperceptible arc. She tried to focus on the head of Alan’s cock rubbing up against her excited G-spot, but it was difficult now. Rick’s touch was as soft as she’d ever felt it, but somehow the intensity was far greater than she could have imagined. His movements were overly earnest, almost rudimentary, and Carrie likened the sensation to a child petting a starfish in a tide pool. The thought amused her.

Alan thrust even faster, and she tightened her legs around his waist. Behind his back, her feet were firmly clasped at the ankles, holding him in place as though she were a living, breathing set of shackles. Alan’s hands were now under her ass, holding open her cheeks and, whether intentional or inadvertent, allowing Rick greater access. The gentle stroke of his finger became more confident, and the pressure turned her on. It reminded her of the massage to which they treated her earlier, out on the bed, and the feeling inspired shameless thoughts within her.

Rick continued to circle her sensitive opening. Carrie rolled her hips, pressing herself against his touch. She was desperate for him to go further. The pressure grew more insistent, even urgent, and she could feel him introduce his fingertip. She tried to urge him onward, but all that came out was a hiss. In seconds he was deeper, and Carrie could feel another fingertip pawing at her entrance. Rick eased that one in as well, and as he probed Carrie wondered if he could feel Alan’s cock as he thrust in and out. “You feel so good,” he whispered as he fingered her, and Carrie wasn’t sure who he was addressing. She hoped it was her.

“Do it,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me.” Rick waited another minute before withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. It slid inside with ease, and she exhaled with relief as he filled her at last. Rick held her hips and the two men fucked her in turn, Alan advancing while Rick receded and Rick pressing forward when Alan withdrew. The sensation was more intense than anything Carrie had ever felt in her life, surpassing even her wildest fantasies of this very scenario. She didn’t know how long she could hold back; even now she was already well on her way to climax.

She rocked back and forth between her two lovers in a vain attempt to maintain some control over the situation, but she knew it was a battle she couldn’t win. Carrie wasn’t one for traditional dominant and submissive sexual roles, but if asked she would have said that she liked to feel in charge. Even if she wasn’t primarily dominant, the thought of ceding control completely, as she was on the brink of doing right then, made her feel more than a little bit nervous.

As the first orgasm consumed her, Carrie threw her arms around Alan’s neck and held on for dear life, her hips shaking, writhing against the two cocks inside of her. All thoughts of preserving her sense of control, of holding back in any form, were banished from her mind and she moaned – no, howled – with sublime pleasure. She bellowed long and loudly from the depths of her throat as she felt her pussy letting loose, drenching both men. It was a good thing they were already in the shower or it would have gotten very messy.

As her climax slowly ebbed away another one began, and then another when that one was complete. Or was it all one single orgasm that never ended? Carrie couldn’t tell. She surfed the swells of ecstasy, stroking and squeezing Rick and Alan with both of her greedy orifices. For an instant, she wondered if either man was close. She could discern faint moans and grunts, though nothing sounded immediate, and at any rate, they were all but silenced under the sounds of Carrie’s orgasmic caterwauling.

After a few moments, Rick sounded off: “I’m almost there.” Alan echoed his words.

“Set me down,” Carrie managed between gasps of satisfaction. The men slipped out of her, and Carrie unclasped her legs from Alan’s torso and sank to her knees. Rick was already stroking himself the rest of the way, while Alan took Carrie’s mouth decisively. Mere seconds passed before she felt him spilling hot and silky down her throat. As Carrie swallowed hungrily, she replaced Rick’s hand with her own and began to move up and down his length. The sounds of Alan’s climax inspired her onward, and once he was spent she released him and swallowed Rick. His moans were intense, the feel of his release down her throat moreso. The knowledge that she’d brought them both satisfaction only excited her further.

***

Ten minutes later they were back on the bed, wet towels strewn about the room and forgotten. The bottle of lube Rick had used in the shower sat on the nightstand beside the ice bucket and the alcohol. At the moment he lay on his back, Carrie riding him with an almost unprecedented energy. In fact, she wasn’t riding. She was thrashing, her pussy moving up and down his swollen length entirely of her own volition as her hands gripped his shoulders. Rick’s own hands cupped Carrie’s breasts, fingers pinching hardened nipples as her hips rose and fell, surging and swelling like an ocean wave even as he thrust upward into her. The harder she thrashed, the tighter Rick’s hands became.

Alan stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock as he enjoyed a perfect unobstructed view of Rick fucking Carrie. Although she couldn’t see him, she knew he was turned on by the sight, and she wondered if he was close to coming. Silently she hoped he’d walk around to the side of the bed so she could take him in her mouth as he did. But Rick quickly brought her focus back where it belonged. He moved a hand to her clit and started to play. Her orgasm came quickly, just like all the others, and Carrie expelled a torrential gush of liquid warmth that basted Rick from his legs to his stomach. Her moans were intense and immediate, and when it was over she collapsed atop him, breasts heaving as her breathing gradually returned to normal. Her body continued to tremble as they kissed, their mouths seemingly devouring each other. Their tongues batted against one another shamelessly, quiet noises of satisfaction emanating from within.

For a moment, Rick seemed to be the only person in the world. She had all but forgotten Alan was even there when she saw him standing at the nightstand. He withdrew another condom from the drawer, and the lube from the surface. She looked up at him and they locked eyes.

“May I?” he asked, holding the bottle before Carrie’s eyes.

She nodded urgently, and gave a near-breathless “Uh-huh.” Then as Alan climbed up onto the bed she managed “I need you now” as well. Rick placed his hands on her hips and she began to rock back and forth, feeling Alan’s fingers teasing her from behind. After a moment he rolled on the condom and applied some lube. Carrie felt the bottle hit the duvet nearby, and then Alan crouched behind her. He held her ass and stroked himself against her unoccupied passage. Each teasing motion just built Carrie’s anticipation.

Rick’s grip on Carrie’s waist tightened, and with each movement of his hips he pulled her down onto his cock. Carrie remained firmly astride him even as he began to lift his ass off of the mattress, thrusting with greater energy.

“Hold still for a second,” Alan said, but they didn’t stop. They barely even slowed down, and then only long enough for him to finally slide inside. Carrie sighed with contentment as he buried himself all the way and immediately withdrew, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her. Then he sank back in, and it didn’t take long for he and Rick to find their rhythm.

“Fuck me,” she exhorted both men as they each thrust alternately, and Carrie repeated her words twice more for emphasis. Alan moved his hands from her ass to her breasts, reaching around to caress them. Then Rick reached up and did the same, eventually settling back on her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers as Alan ran his palms against her tender flesh. The sensation was almost more than she could stand.

Carrie felt like she was entering a higher plane of consciousness. She’d never felt anything like it before. Was she floating? No, that was ridiculous. Still, this was probably the closest she would ever come, ensconced securely between the two loves of her life, their warm hands exploring her body, to say nothing of their delicious cocks both filling her at once. Carrie didn’t believe in Heaven, but if she did she knew it would be exactly like this.

All at once she came, intensely and eruptively. Her body tightened, driving Alan and Rick ever closer to the brink. She could feel Alan’s fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of her ass, though Rick was the first to reach the edge. “I’m coming, babe,” he said. “I’m coming.” It was a strong, prolonged orgasm that seemed as though it would go on forever, the sounds of his release assailing Carrie’s ears. As he exploded, Alan finally did as well. The men moaned in unison, an erotic chorus Carrie wished would never end. She felt the condom swell inside her as Alan’s groans built to their crescendo.

Spent at last, Alan collapsed against Carrie’s back. Like a domino, she fell against Rick’s chest. They lay together, no one able to speak or do much of anything other than catch their breath. Carrie found the silence pleasant, especially given the chaos earlier that evening. There was nothing more that needed to be said. There were absolutely no words in any language that could make the night better than it already was. Carrie decided to simply enjoy the feeling before her men inevitably slipped away and they all fell asleep.

As the seconds ticked by, She felt the urge to yawn. With good reason, she supposed; it had been a long, trying evening, and she’d experienced higher highs and lower lows than she ever had before. She was looking forward to drifting off in their arms. She gave in and took a deep breath, and then the yawn gave way to a sob. Huge, salty tears rolled from her eyes down her cheeks before splashing onto Rick. She was embarrassed, and tried desperately to stop herself from crying.

“What’s wrong?” one of the men asked. She had no idea who was speaking, and in fact could barely hear his words over the sounds of her tortured breaths. She tried to apologize to them, but she couldn’t speak. All she could do was say “I’m so” over and over again. They wrapped her in their arms, holding her tighter than they ever had. Alan slipped out first, though Carrie didn’t really want him to. Then Rick did as well, but she didn’t want him to either. They guided her onto the mattress gently, and lay on either side of her. Rick stroked her hair while Alan caressed her arms and shoulders.

She stopped crying and managed to speak two words: “Thank you.” She was so content that mere seconds passed before she was fast asleep.

To be continued.