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What is married life with Zayne and Sylus like anyway? By marrying two people, you have to deal with two sets of demands, needs, and personalities. There are so many different things to remember about Zayne and Sylus, like how "Quickies” aren't really a thing with either of the men. They always say they'll be quick, but they can't help but take their time with their sweet girl...
The two of them exude stability and maturity- so perfect for marriage.
Sylus is such a brat-enabler! That’s just his preferred style of dominance. You're never too busy to cum under Sylus's care; No, no~ he's too generous for that. No need to beg, he loves giving you what you want. You're his good girl- Of course, you can cum whenever you please~ Too busy with paperwork? Come straddle his lap real quick; (Though it's never quick) he’ll take care of you. You said you need to meet a deadline soon? He can multitask; between your legs tongue-fucking you while you pout, typing swiftly to get your work done- knowing damn well you can't focus with his tongue working at you so deliberately.
Sylus likes to pull the most intense orgasms that you can barely survive out of you, then act like it was no biggie. He scares you with what he can make your body do. Like squirting, for example. You call him cruel, but he doesn't care. So what if he enjoys fucking his pretty little wife 'till she cries? Can't a guy have a little fun? And you don't miss how the fabric of his pants bunches up around his groin area...
Now, Zayne, on the other hand, rewards you if you finish your work in a timely manner. You're still his good girl all the same. He just simply won't spoil you rotten like Sylus does- No, no, you have to work for it.
Sylus, while enabling, is the meaner one of the two, mockingly imitating your pathetic little whimpers and moans. Zayne doesn’t mock your moans, as his dominance style takes a stricter and more disciplinary approach. And when Sylus mimics your moans, you retort: "Fuck You", only to moan some more (maybe even louder), much to their entertainment. Both praise you, but Sylus dabbles in degradation comparably more often than Zayne does. However, don't get it twisted, Zayne will slap your pussy when he believes you to be unruly, and in need of treatment. He also has a knack for twisting your nipples, watching squirm and refusing to stop until you tell him how you will better behave yourself in the future. If you don't know how to behave, he will simply have to teach you.
Zayne is patient but unrestrained, bringing stability, order, and discipline, as well as spontaneous frivolity, to the relationship. He's so poised, but he fucks you with great intention. That unrestrained raging passion of his is exactly what Sylus fancied in his initial attraction to him. He also likes that he has to work to see that side of Zayne. On the contrary, Zayne had also developed a great affinity (and eros) for Sylus over their time spent together. Sylus and you share a soul, so that's quite axiomatic. Aww~ Who doesn't love a tale of requited love?
It's late in the afternoon on a day off with your snowy husband. The soft-textured fleece blanket envelops you two. Your shared body heat warms your bodies to a fuzzy, peaceful feeling. Cuddled up on the sofa, lounging in your grandiose living room, you turn on a reality show that Zayne couldn’t care less about.
He's caringly rubbing rings into your side when you start talking about your shared quirks. Zayne's optical myopia comes up, how his glasses sink down on his elongated nose, as well as how concentrated his face is when he looks downwards. Especially when he’s reading a book or focused on chopping veggies.
"You like that?” His eyebrows quirk up, and he scoffs in bewildered disbelief.
“Yeah…” He sneers and asks what you really like. Conversations like that strike an emotionally bare and exposed feeling within you.
Though Zayne is a little strict, he's always tending to your needs. His tender reassurance is not only comforting, it's proactive: "Need anything, Honey?" Followed by a "What can I do to get you what you need?”
“Well…” you start. “Have you heard of wax play?…”
Sylus is strong, but vulnerable, allowing intensity and desire to be explored in your relationship. You and Sylus are having a late-night talk with your backs against the baroque headboard of his velvety, deluxe king-sized bed. You feel fatigued, Zayne's at work, but Sylus is spirited, as if it's dawn, and the topic of conversation arrives at sexual kinks. Your kinks, his kinks, all kinks. Well… You do enjoy the fantasy of your two spouses restraining you with red rope, watching you get drunk off their fat fucking cocks...
You blink abashedly with a false coyness. “I mean... I like the thought of you guys using rope bondage and new toys…”
Sylus is taken aback by your boldness, but not at all surprised at your interest in bondage. Though it is a tad ironic. His kitten is a rope bunny? The thought makes Sylus chuckle. You feel him gently squeeze your thigh. Seeking to further instigate the passion you harbor, he teases you for your unmistakable arousal.
“Oh? Is kitten excited? Should we take a shopping trip to 'Adam & Eve' again? Sweetie~ We're becoming quite the recurring patrons.”
Mean and heartless Sylus- Who explicitly taunts you for being so unabashedly kinky. But of course, he would take you on a spending spree; he's mean- not cruel.
Later that day, he kept his promise, taking his precious plaything shopping to buy some more toys to use during your shared intimate times. Sylus is watchful of you as you browse the sex shop.
“What about this one, sweetie?” You turn your head to the anal beads in Sylus's hands, which he's slanting towards you. You tilt your head, thinking before affirmatively nodding.
“You like this one, yeah?” The beads clatter as they chafe against each other. He drops it in the basket and into his inventory. You look visibly exuberant at the idea of how he could use the many, many tools and instruments on you. Perhaps he should buy out the store and actualize that fantasy for you. Or literally buy the store. Lord knows he could.
“Aww~ Since you asked so politely...”
He takes out his leather wallet and swipes his Black MasterCard over the luxurious mahogany wood cashier counter, kissing you on the cheek as it goes through. You walk out of that store with luxury bags filled with new, perverted goods.
“You're spoiled rotten, baby~” But Sylus loves spoiling you rotten. He's like he’s your generous little sugar daddy. The gift that keeps giving; all he wants in return is you. If you didn't know any better, you would liken him to a pay pig. Every time you buy something with his Black Card, you swear you can see him lurking in the corner of your vision, smirking, seeming purely elated. You've reached a point where you deliberately withhold the number of times you use his card, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Not that easily.
You are lying down comfortably on your stomach, only wearing your panties and Sylus's sweater. It's the fancy black one with the golden feather pendant that is surprisingly preppy for him. You're scrolling on your phone when you feel a hand on the back of your right thigh. Chills run up your backbone, and you look over your shoulder, and back at Sylus, who is now kneeling on the floor at the bottom right side of the bed. You give a look that says- What're you doing?
“So ungrateful sweetie~ I spoil you with all these toys and you don’t even use them.”
You roll your eyes. Seriously, did he think you would use all 50 of the toys that you just bought as soon as you arrived home? You reply anyway, attitude trickling in as you challenge him. "Okay? Are you gonna fix that?" He's gonna fix something. You're so feisty. Sylus grins at your combativeness.
His fingers dig beneath your body, gently flipping you on your back. Obliging, you shift your weight to assist him. He looks up at you with his sexy, sultry eyes before spreading your thighs and lowering his mouth to your panty-clad pussy. “Fuck, Sylus…” Your resolve withers away as your head tilts back and your face contorts in pleasure. Desperation and need are painted on your moaning face as he starts lapping at your vulva, your panties still on.
"So expressive..." You hear Zayne speak before he enters your frame of vision fully. Oh, when'd he get home? Guess he just got off work. And he's in that sexy, domestic cardigan. Looking cozy, Zayne leans down on the left side of the bed to kiss your lips.
"So this is what you two get up to when I'm not home." His muttering is faint, absorbing into your skin as he kisses your throat delicately. Sylus raises his head, neglecting your weeping pussy for a little while to speak, "We went on a shopping spree earlier."
"Did you have fun, sweetheart?" Zayne teasingly whispers into your ear, tenderly nibbling on the corner of your upper ear cartilage. Your legs tremble, and your knees go weak.
"This sweetheart, is acting like a brat." Sylus snorts sardonically.
"Is that true, Honey?~" Zayne looks at you with a playful air. You sigh in response, admittedly.
"Are you giving our dear Sylus here a hard time?" He said it in that dry, sarcastic tone you love. "Then, maybe he should return the favor."
Zayne gives you a fiery, devoted kiss. Desiring to push you to your limits, reaches over you to the nightstand and hands Sylus one of your brand-new vibrators. Your eyes widen; Sylus and a vibrator might just be a combo you won't survive. They notice your apprehension and reassure you.
“Shh, let us take care of you.” Zayne massages the shoulder closest to him, supporting his weight with his other hand. Joining in the reassurance, Sylus hums. "You were being catty earlier, kitten. Can you not take what you dish out?”
You whimper a meek, "I c-can take it! I pr-omise, I can handle it!~”
Sylus nods, pulling your panties off and over your legs entirely. The panties hit the floor in a wrinkled heap. He starts speeding up his ministrations, almost like he's trying to prove a point. Turning on the vibrator, the faint buzzing begins. The bed shifts as Zayne climbs into it, positioning himself on your side. He's kissing the back of your ear... Down your neck...
"Oh, Fuck... Sy~" Your whines only increase in volume as Sylus feverishly drags his tongue over your folds and the vibrator lightly over your throbbing clit. Getting into it, Sylus pulls your right leg outwards to the side, widening his "Work Area." You mewl as he loses himself in your cunt.
"Oh? Feels good, huh?~" Zayne fondles your breasts, his touch delicate, whispering obscenities in your ear that make you shiver.
Zayne joins Sylus at the edge of the bed. They exchange suggestive looks of lustful yearning before they both start fucking you with their tongues. Zayne whines, and Sylus groans as their wet tongues fight for their rightful spot on your throbbing clit. The toy vibrates over your slick mess, their saliva mixing with your liquids of lust, pooling on the lavish bedsheet. The room fills with sounds of restless cunnilingus, the wet noises produced by their frenzied kisses on your heat, and your desperate cries for mercy.
“Does this feel good?~ Ugh, ’So pretty for me.” Sylus whispers into you’re leaking pussy. You whine out, "Yes!" as you feel your high crashing down on you. Zayne continually pushes his glasses up. He’d take them off, but then he’d miss out on the way your face twists with every collaborative lick at your pussy. He’d miss every juice droplet that condensates and rolls down your folds and onto his lips. The shine and glisten of your juices, Sylus's look of lust, and his and Sylus' blended saliva dribbling off your cunt- he just can’t miss that. He refuses. Even if he has to push his glasses up continually, so be it. It’s a worthy sacrifice he’s willing to make.
"Oh...Fuck- I'm cum-ming!~" You cum so hard, like you can't live without their sex. You whimper and snivel as the two men torment your cunt further- forcing each other's heads out of the way, heaving as they wrestle for a place between your slippery thighs. Your poor clit is vibrant red from the downright abusive overstimulation from the two gentlemen.
When Zayne and Sylus come up for oxygen, they kiss tenderly as their soft lips collide. Heavily breathing, Zayne's glasses fog up as he whispers frivolous sweet talk in Sylus's ear. Sylus returns the whispers, and Zayne's eyes flutter closed as he kisses at Sylus's jawline. There's an unmistakable longing behind their seductive gazes. They don't fail to leave a few hickeys before ultimately parting.
Sylus gets up to retrieve the shopping bags full of all kinds of perverted merchandise from the living room, which you placed on the coffee table. The scent of aftershave and cologne lingers...
"You ready, Mrs. Che-Lí?" Zayne teases dryly. He gives you one final kiss before he backs up, beginning to organize the tools of tonight…
There is a brief delay as Zayne is preparing the materials needed. He's so sexy when he's focused. He's clearly struggling to restrain himself, gently pushing his glasses back up when they continuously sink down as he skims all the arrangements on the nightstand.
Zayne is in charge of pouring massage oil to work it into your skin as well as massaging your neck and shoulders. He pours the oil into his palm, warming it. He begins working his delicate fingers into your muscle points, targeting all the stress and tension you've stored. But you're still so tense...
“Relax.” Zayne rasps. Is he getting impatient? Impatient Zayne??? Maybe you are blessed by the gods.
You playfully pull at Zaynes' shirt, eventually pulling it over his head. You take some excess oil off your stomach, and he intently watches what you’re doing, looking at your hands. You playfully swipe the excess oil on his abs slowly. When he realizes what you’re doing, he smirks as he looks back up at your adorable, mischievous face. His cardigan? Off. He carefully pours some more oil onto his palm, then he slathers it over his body… damn. He knows he's fine. He averts his eyes, acting all timid. Looking at the vents and shit, what could possibly be that interesting? Jack shit.
You feel a chill wind that elicits goosebumps along your glossy, hydrated skin, as the door gently creaks open. When Sylus comes back into the room, you hear him place some of the many bags from your successful shopping trip earlier on the bed's storage ottoman bench. (Inside the ottoman is where you organize your many, many toys.)
He glances at Zayne, who is already glossy with massage oil, and a lascivious fire kindles in his eyes. It's like you have X-ray vision, you swear you can see his dick twitch in his pants, and you feel excitement build, manifesting in your core.
“Let me feel you.” Sylus rasps as he grabs Zayne's face. As he presses his lips to Zaynes, their kiss gets hot and steamy, their tongues fighting for dominance. Zayne transfers some of the excess oil from his body onto Sylus's... Grinding on each other- Damn near frotting, with a proximity that Astra would be infuriated by. Not one lover, but two?!
He starts to manually rub the slick oil from Sylus's pectoral breasts, nipples, down to his abs, slowly dragging it past his "V." Zayne grabs Sylus's wrist, hovering it over his hard-on to tease Sylus. Sensually. Finally, he places it on his erection, and they both let out a groan. Well fuck... Your panties are soiled.
In the midst of your excitement, Sylus grabs something that looks like a red cord. You think maybe it's his phone charger. But wait- Is that red rope? Yes! Your prayers have been answered! Can today get any better?! (😏)
He has an immaculate attention to detail. You didn't see him grab that at 'Adam & Eve's Sex Shop- Weird. Zayne seems surprised, too.
“I didn’t know you were into this,” Zayne says, his hand resting on your thigh as he looks between you and Sylus.
“It came up while you were at work. Sweetie here gets talkative when she’s tired~” Sylus pokes fun at you, once again. You're getting real sick of-
Your train of thought is destroyed by Zayne's passionate kisses; he’s really honing in on where your neck and ear intersect. Your neck is starting to look purple from his mouth's abuse.
“It looks like these pretty nipples need my attention…” Sylus takes your sweater off, and your bra follows shortly after. “Fuck…” He gasps, kissing your hardened pebbled nipples. He's gonna ruin every inch of you that's in his sight. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His voice cracks as he compliments your breasts. They never get tired of the grandeur that is your form.
“You're keeping secrets like this from me? Hm~” Zayne's fingers unpresumptuously brush over your clit. His hand rests over the rope, looking at you with those stunning hazel eyes. Sylus stands up, grabbing the rope from underneath Zayne's grasp.
“You remember your safe word? If you feel any discomfort at all, use it.” Zayne instructs you reassuringly, as he usually does.
“It’s important that you tell us if you sense an issue that could result in you being harmed.” Zaynes' soft-spoken tone resonates as he stresses this point emphatically.
Sylus decided on a tie that is perfect for his darling little wife: The Bunny Tie. Sylus grabs the red rope in his left hand. "Over and under," Sylus mumbles to himself as he loops the rope around your two wrists, pulling it reasonably tight. He pulls your tied hands over your head, folding them down, along your upper back.
"Breath in for me," Sylus instructs you, locating your bodies' safe points with his right hand as his left hand holds the rope knot in place. The rope crosses intersections on your chest as he meticulously checks the safe points of your chest. Sylus moves the rope so very slowly as he ties. Dragging the rope across your skin, allowing it to brush against your sensitive, raised nipples. He takes his sweet time, prolonging the tying process with every loop, tie, and securing of the rope.
Sylus’s authority is unquestionable, as he moves smoothly and with great confidence. His displays of dominance are bold and unwavering, only further enhanced when he physically moves you where he wants you on the bed.
Zayne observes, making sure your breathing is regular and there are no injuries. If not done correctly, bondage can cause muscle impingement, positional asphyxia, or ischemia; he’s always in a weird limbo between your husband and your doctor.
"Any discomfort?" Sylus asks. His movements are swift as he tail pulls, securing the rope into place. He caresses your back, scanning your face for any indications of discomfort. Once you're properly restrained in the bunny tie, Zayne and Sylus exchange a look and then nod.
Moving with ample urgency, Zayne grabs the paraffin wax blacklight candle that he picked up on his own time, dipping his finger in to check the temperature. Sylus looks at the wax in Zayne's hands, confused, and he then pauses.
“Wait. Have we agreed on that?” His eyes are glazed with concern, as getting consent is especially important to Sylus.
“She told me she wanted this. Isn’t that right, Honey?” Zayne taps your ass, probing you to respond. Chills run up the back of your neck.
“Y-yeah, I did...”
Zayne shoots you an unimpressed look, a singular eyebrow of his quirking up. “Hm?” He is so fucking sexy.
You correct yourself with haste, “Mr. Che, Dr. Lí- Can we please try wax play?”
“Better.” He says bluntly, with a delayed, but amused smirk. You're kneeling on the mattress before both men ease you onto your back. Zayne reaches towards the nightstand where the wax resides.
Suddenly, hot candle wax drips on your abdomen, the pain making you wince. The fiery wax torches your skin momentarily, cooling and solidifying before it even gets the chance to roll off your midriff. You're conquered by a shameful thrill that can only be achieved by giving in to your most masochistic desires; the line between pain and pleasure blurs.
“You okay?” Sylus inquires. You eagerly nod, and he continues. Oh, how devastating it would be if he stopped.
You feel Sylus work you so very, very slowly, just barely slipping past your entrance before retracting out again.
Under Zayne's directive, the wax drips onto your plush, bare breasts, which are spilling out of the rope's indentations, glowing luminously in the dimly lit bedroom.
You feel Zaynes' soft, lotioned hands grasp your chin as he turns your head towards him. "Focus on me, honey." In telling you to focus on him and not Sylus, Zayne is indirectly making it clear that tonight will be a competition to satisfy your kinkiest desires. But why? You've been such a brat lately; not doing your dirty laundry, procrastinating on deadlines, eating his ice cream... No way he'd let you get away with that! You suspect that they share an ulterior motive...
Getting lost in the pleasure, eventually, you get cock greedy, pulling at Zaynes' belt and pants with your teeth, trying to flip his shirt out of the belt's way. He seizes your jaw, pulling you up, and kissing your lips now.
His eyes flick up to yours. He hums, 1 inch away from your face. "You want to suck on my cock, sweetheart?” His usually soft voice was rougher & huskier. That pet name makes your pussy ache… You feel your stomach flutter, and you nod eagerly.
“You need to use your words, baby. If there's anything you’d like me to do to you, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
You groan, annoyed at how strict he’s being with you today. It’s so obvious he wants to fuck your throat, so why make you beg? It’s like he can’t get off without a little cruelty first. Damn tease.
“Please?~ I need you, Zayne~ Need your cock in my mouth, please!” You beg earnestly, gripping the sheets with impatience.
“Aww~ How pathetic is that?” Sylus hums, suckling on your clit, eating you out so passionately. Sylus chuckles and mocks you for your misplaced confidence and feistiness.
Amused, Zayne undoes his belt. It jingles as it hits the floor. His pretty cock springs out of his briefs, hard with a cute curvature. He’s gonna make you eat your words.
You prankishly slap it, making his phallus 'boing' before you lick at the sensitive vein on the underside of Zayne's cock. The sensation is cooling, making Zayne swear under his breath, his eyes casting down upon you with those glossy eyes of desperation, as he rhythmically rocks his hips gently past your wet lips and down your velvety throat.
"Just like that... Nice and easy." Zayne muses. His tip reddens to a color closer to your bottom lip’s hue. While you’re busy sucking on Zaynes’ tip, Sylus turns the vibrator up. Zayne grips the back of your skull firmly as you choke on his cock, losing yourself to the way his cock massages your throat from the inside- Just the way you want to be on a Friday night.
His head tips back as his eyes glance over to Sylus, who's feasting on you- How titillating- Then back to you, beneath him, bound, and drooling all over his cock. The sight alone is enough to make him paint your throat with his load.
Sylus, whose bulge is too tight against his sweats to hide, flicks his tongue over your sensitive clit, making you jerk. He briefly swipes his tongue over his thumb, coating it with saliva. His greased thumb slips into your lubed ass, stretching you so good and making you gasp. He's kissing your needy clit and thrusting his tongue in your pussy, eating you like a starveddd man.
Spit runs all down your chin as you bob your head on his veiny cock. "S-shit- Ah, fuck... Drink my seed, baby- Hng~ Drink it!" Zayne lets out a sporadic string of guttural groans as he reaches his abrupt high. He gasps as his body convulses.
You feel a high of your own calling, "Mh~ Mmpf!~" You choke on his cock, your moans vibrating throughout his shaft.
"Swallow." Not once does he break eye contact. His seed flows down your slippery throat as he rocks his hips deeper- You swallow his daycare, desperate not to waste even a drop of his cum. Sylus's lips tremble on your pussy from the sheer intensity of it all. He pops his lips off of your mouthwatering cunt.
"Wait!- I can take b-both of you! It's Ah~ nothing-g!-" You talk your shit, still skeptical of their objective.
“Say that when you’re not stuttering over your sentences.” Though Zayne was stuttering himself.
"Please?~" You ask cheekily, with a hint of expectancy. “Wan' you inside~”
"O-kay, but don't go crying on my cock when you can't handle it, sweetie~" Sylus hushes you, propping 2 soft pillows under your head before he bends you over. He's already so hard from eating you out. He lubes the entrance of your ass with the tip of his leaking cock, the pre cum dribbling down your vuvla. He groans at the sight of his precum living up your tight asshole. Sylus slowly starts sinking his cock into your lubricated back door and you already look fucked-out, which only makes Sylus chuckle at you wryly. He's cruel, exploiting your most human sin: Lust.
The two are working overtime, tag-teaming in their bullying of your cunt. Between Soft-dom Zayne and Pleasure-dom Sylus, you never stood a chance. You always fail against the two men; frankly, your insistent attempts are almost admirable. But you're not at fault. They're the only ones who can give you what you need. You're a greedy girl, after all...
Zayne jumps back up, his cock stiff again and ready for action. He slowly sinks into your warm core, this time. He rocks his hips into you at a slow and steady rhythm.
"Is that it? I know you can fuck me harder." You fake a yawn, feigning boredom.
"You wanna be a brat? Fine. Zayne grates, "I'll give you what you want."
Pfft- Whatev-
Slap!
Uh... Did he just slap your pussy? Your body jolts as Zayne's hand connects with your sensitive nerve endings, sending an aching shock to your clit. You look over at Sylus, who is snickering.
"Sy-" You whine, calling for his rescue.
"-Oh, you went and done it now... I can't save you now, sweetheart..."
"Nope." Zayne asserts sharply. "Come. Here." He tells you. There is no suggestion in his voice. Only a command. There'sss that bite that Sylus loves to see- Pure, unadulterated eros.
He swiftly grabs you, manhandling you onto your stomach. In an odd juxtaposition, Zayne is particularly mindful of your bound neck and wrists. The rope restraints pull at your arm muscles, and you feel a familiar burn.
He strikes your ass a few times before hiking your hips up, holding your ass in the air. Zayne glides his thick, heavy cock into your warm, sloppy hole, filling you up so good, pounding into you maliciously at an identical speed to a camera flash- All while Sylus watches. The two of your passions manifesting is a work of art that he gets to see every (other) night.
"This is for being such a fucking brat." Slam. "This is for your nasty- slam- fucking attitude." Slam. "And this- Oh~ shit- is for eating my fucking ice cream." (Yup, there it is-) Slam. You cry out. He punctuates each of his sentences with a forceful thrust, fucking you into the mattress. Cream spills out of you with every pump, as he pounds that bratty attitude out of your pretty pussy- No more 'merciful Zayne' for you.
You decided it would be a good idea to withhold your moans to protest Zayne's harsh treatment. The treatment in which you hate that you love so much. But what can you say? It feels so good...
“Ah, Ah-" Sylus smacks your thigh meat, soothing the pain as quickly as it came by rubbing it. "-You're about to lose your cock privileges, Sweetie~ And we don’t want that, do we?”
“N-no!~” You're barely able to formulate pleading sentences from Zayne's relentless bullying of your cunt. You should've known not to protest Zayne. They're always tag-teaming and working against you in the bedroom.
“No?~ Then take it like the spoiled little brat you are.” Underneath you is your silver-haired husband, who you feel pumps his cock up into your asshole like it's a familiar home. You throw your ass back on the two fat cocks stuffing you oh-so full, ass jiggling with every pounding.
You can't do anything but scream-moan due to the rope restraining your wrists behind your head. So you just take it like a good brat, watching as Sylus fucking up into your back door. Your thoughts fragmented with every completed pounding. Zayne plugs your soaking pussy with his veiny cock. He adores watching the intricate thoughts flee your mind as he fucks you into his perfectly dense little airheaded slut that can only think of his cock- No matter how much it might hurt in the morning... (And the days after.)
"Oh!~ Hng!~ Fuckkk!" Your eyes roll back into your head, and your trembling knees buckle under the two men's weight. You struggle to keep your hips hovering in the air.
With your back against Sylus, he grabs your hips, slamming you down and fucking you onto his pulsating cock. Sylus's cock is a major attitude adjuster, and he knows it. He abuses this fact. Every completed thrust further pacifies your noncompliant proclivities. He's fucking you so faultlessly you swear you can't tell up from down.
"Oh m-my god!~ I think m'gonna cum!!" The room fills with a resounding symphony of grunts, moans, groans, and whimpers. You think you heard Zayne let out a growl at one point, too.
"You G'nna cum?~ Oh...fuck- Stubborn girl~ You know you wanna cum~" Zayne moans.
“Anything for my spoiled little brat~ Fuck- Let go for me, Sweetie. Nhg~ Cum for me-" Sylus groans as he sporadically rocks his hips deeper into you. They fuck you like it's the only thing they can think about. Consumed with thoughts of only each other...
Fine-tuning his thrusts to hit that sweet spot rigorously, Zayne remains unchallenged in this department as his oiled hips roll into yours ever so smoothly. Sylus strokes your clit for you, spoiling you as usual, and you feel like you're going to explode. You feel another climax approaching, and you're terrified of the sheer amount of pleasure that awaits- but you're a brave girl... You can face it head-on...
"Fuck Zayne!! Ah- Sy!!" You shriek as your final orgasm overwhelms your senses, like a hijacking. You scream and sniffle into the bedsheets. Your neighbors are going to call the cops again if you keep this loud screaming up.
Their fervent motions come full-throttle as they orgasm soon after, with their lips still affixed, a strand of saliva linking them. Grunts and Muffled moans ripple out into their mouths like your favorite melody, as they heave and respire.
Zayne inhales the wonderful scent of sex- your sex, A product of their passion. Sylus leans forward and kisses Zayne, their hair damp against their skin. Zayne's previously sleek dark hair, now sticking to his sweaty face, frames it so angelically. Their hair contrasts like yin and yang: Simply beautiful.
Zayne and Sylus team up one last time, this time to make untying the rope just as tantalizing as the sex and intimacy were; Slow and sensuous.
In the air lingers the scent of sex. You look down at the absolute mess you've all created on your shared bed sheet.
“We can clean the sheets later. You come first.” Taking notice of some faint rope bruising, Zayne scrutinizes Sylus with a piercing glare. Sylus rolls his eyes and smacks his teeth at Zayne; he's in love with that face he makes.
"It's okay." Sylus points. Hand me that lotion for the rope marks." Zayne hands Sylus the sensitive skin lotion. "Allow me to massage these, Honey.” Sylus works the lotion into your faintly red rope markings. Sylus caringly massages your back, rubbing circles in any potential kinks in your neck. “Is there anything that didn’t work for you?” He inquires, now massaging your wrists firmly in his large hands.
You smile, shaking your head. "No, I really enjoyed exploring both kinks." He kisses your forehead. "That's a satisfying answer."
Zayne returns with painkillers and a cup of water.
"Hey, Zayne?" He looks up at you, meeting your eyes as he places the water and pills on the cluttered nightstand. "I'm sorry for eating your ice cream..." Zayne kisses your cheek.
"Don't concern yourself with such trivial non-issues." You smile at that, feeling relieved.
"-Besides," Zayne starts, "you've received your punishment already."
"I don't know, Zayne. She seemed to really like her ‘punishment’."
"Shut up."
You all laugh, your joy synchronized. You turn on a show, and drift off to sleep beside your loves... Sleep tight. Hopefully, Sylus doesn't bite.
What could have possibly made that even better? You wonder. Maybe one day, you and Sylus will tag-team Zayne... Maybe you and Zayne can tag-team Sylus... Who knows what the future holds? What you do know is that you were right to mouth off about your kinks to your charitable husbands.
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