“You have to get on a plane tomorrow, Sam,” Jack warned. He looked dark and dominant as he stood over Sam, his shoulders broad and his cock still hard.

“I can handle it. Please, Jack.”

The flogger made a sharp sound as it hit Sam’s flesh. Red lines immediately became visible, but Sam actually relaxed.

But this was what he needed.

“Abigail, if you would help me out,” Jack offered.

And Sam liked a bit more than just the flogger. Abby moved to his head, staying on her knees. She sank her hands into his silky hair. Jack laid the flogger on Sam’s ass and Abby tugged his hair.

Sam moaned and it seemed like his every muscle relaxed further.

She looked up at Jack, and there was a smile on his face. He knew he was giving Sam what he needed and that satisfied Jack.

Jack’s world revolved around pleasing them. To the outside it might not seem that way. Their relationship might seem perverse and one-sided, but Abby knew the truth. The Dom gave. It was his reason for living—to be what his subs needed. Abby had accepted a long time ago that what she needed wasn’t necessarily what the world would think she needed. The world didn’t have to live her life. The world didn’t walk in her shoes.

She gave no apologies for her needs. She’d found two men who fulfilled them and she was happy.

She was alive. She was young.

It hit her suddenly. She was the only one who could decide who she was, what she was. If she allowed herself to feel young, to see herself with all that potential life still left, no one could take that from her.

She didn’t have to be old. She could just be Abby. Sam’s Abby. Jack’s Abigail. She chose her life. She defined herself. That was what her Dom had taught her.

Age was a number, but her soul was a choice. Her life was a choice.

Abby tugged on Sam’s hair as the flogger bit into his flesh and he moaned in pleasure.

She would choose them. She would choose this life. With them. Every single time.

She leaned close and whispered to Sam. “I love you.”

His face turned up to hers. Those gorgeous lips of his curling into a smile. “Oh, baby, I love you, too. So fucking much.”

She tugged on his hair again, thrilled at the way his eyes dilated with the sensation. She didn’t call it pain. It wasn’t for Sam. It was pleasure for Sam. It was connection.

Another slap and Sam nearly sank into the floor.

The world could think what it liked. They knew the truth. Love was love. Love was different for every living human being and it was all right as long as the emotion was the same. Jack would die for Sam. He would die for her. He would give his whole self for the two people he loved. He gave them his everything.

Love was everything. No matter how a human defined it.

And she defined love as Jack and Sam.

She looked up at her Dom. “Please, Jack.”

Jack held his hand. “You need something, my Abigail?”

“I need my men.” She needed them so much. She needed them to make her feel young and alive and free. She needed them to fly.

“Sam?” Jack asked.

Sam moved fast, getting to his feet in an instant. “I think we should give it to her, Jack.”

“I think she should ask very sweetly.” Jack slung an arm around Sam’s shoulders. They looked awfully hot together, their bodies pressed against each other.

“Ask us, baby,” Sam said, rubbing against Jack.

She didn’t hesitate. One lesson she’d learned was that the universe rarely gave her anything she wasn’t brave enough to ask for. “Please make love to me. I need both my men.”

“And where do you want us?” Jack asked, his lips curled in a smirk that told her he knew damn well what her answer would be.

“One in my pussy and one in my ass.” She wanted to be filled with them.

“Sam, I’m worried I’m not ready for that,” Jack said.

Sam fell to his knees and had Jack’s cock in his mouth before Abby could take another breath. Unlike her, Sam didn’t play around. He sucked Jack hard, pulling the whole thing past his lips and then dragging his mouth back.

Over and over, Sam sucked him hard, taking Jack all the way to his balls. His hands came up, cupping Jack’s balls as he rolled his cock in his mouth. Sam’s blond head worked Jack over.

She watched her men, her whole body on edge. She wanted to be with them, but she loved watching them. She loved when Jack had Sam on his knees, driving into him from behind. And she loved when they were chest to chest, making love as they kissed each other with such passion she couldn’t turn away from it.

And she was a part of that.

She moved close to Sam, pressing against his body. He turned her way, winking as he gave way.

Abby leaned over, licking along Jack’s cock. She looked up and Jack was staring down at her with such tenderness that she wondered how she could ever feel old and worn. Not when she was so well loved.

“I think if I wait another minute, I might not be able to grant your wish, darling.” His hands came down, lifting her up. He hoisted her easily into his arms. She loved it when he carried her around like she weighed nothing at all.

Years of marriage hadn’t dimmed her passion, hadn’t broken them apart. The years just seemed to make her love them more. Perhaps she should stop worrying about small lines and wrinkles and find joy in the fact that she was loved each and every day. She’d been given an extraordinary life, something many people never managed to find.

And that was beautiful.

Jack carried her to the bed, laying her down on top of the coverlet. He stared down at her body, his eyes hot with desire.

Sam was suddenly beside him. He wound an arm around Jack’s waist and Jack responded, pulling him close. They both stared down at her.

“That’s our girl,” Jack said.

Sam winked her way. “That is one hell of a woman. And she’s ours.”

“Damn straight, but sometimes I like to prove it to her.” Jack gave Sam’s ass a nice slap. “Get into that pussy, Sam.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Sam jumped on, throwing his body on top of hers as he took her mouth. He rolled them together on the bed, their tongues working as he ended up on the bottom.

Abby straddled his lean hips and let her pussy sink on his cock. She was soaking wet, but Sam was so big it was always a fight.

Jack’s big hand pushed her down so that she was chest to chest with Sam. She looked into his blue eyes. Even Sam had all the little lines that came with age and smiling as much as he did. But Sam would always be young to her. She couldn’t see past how much her heart lit up at the sight of him. He’d given her such love and devotion and joy. He’d given her babies to love. He was the one who held her hand while they played and explored.

“My man,” she said.

His hands smoothed back her hair. “Forever.”

And that was what they had. Forever. Suddenly she just knew that nothing would stop her love. Not age or time or anything that came after. Faith was all she needed and she had such faith in them.

She gasped a little at the feel of lubricant against her asshole.

“I love it when I surprise you,” Jack said as his fingers started rimming her.

He was her rock, the center of her universe. She and Sam could have fun and play because Jack took care of things. She could always count on Jack being there.

She gave over, submitting to them both as Jack’s fingers stretched her asshole, preparing her for his cock. This was the place she longed to be in—in between them, giving them her all.

She groaned when she felt Jack’s cock begin to invade. So big. He was so big. He had to work his way into her ass, inch by inch until she was so full, until she simply was one with them.

“That feels so good,” Sam said on a moan. “I love feeling him slide against me.”

Their cocks were inside her, only a thin membrane separating them. They could feel each other working deep in her body.

“It’s heaven.” Jack leaned over, kissing her back. “This is my heaven.”

It was their heaven. To be together.

Jack tunneled in as Sam pulled out and then they were off. They worked in tandem, perfectly timing every thrust and release. Abby let them work their magic, moving in time with them. Pleasure coursed through her, the orgasm building inside.

Pressure built, threatening to make her scream. It was right there, right on the edge. She worked her hips back, taking every inch of Jack’s cock into her ass. Sam slammed his hips up and then she went flying.

She rode the wave as her men found their pleasure. Jack filled her ass and Sam her pussy. They came in long jets, bathing her with sweet cum.

Abby fell against Sam and Jack against her, their bodies a sultry tangle of arms and legs and mouths, lightly kissing. They lay together enjoying the intimacy of mingling.

“See, we’re totally the best because we’ve been doing it longer,” Sam said with a smile.

“And we’ll be doing it forever,” Jack promised.

Abby let her men start to heat her up all over again. She was perfectly satisfied.

Forever was really all a woman could ask for.


THE END


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