Chapter 17

Tommy

“That’s it, baby…ride my cock like the dirty girl you are.” Harley was on my lap, facing out, her gorgeous body bouncing up and down in time to my thrusts. She was fucking perfect, her pussy tight and wet, strangling my cock with every stroke. Being like this with her never got old, not even now that we were married.

Being on tour just added a level of intensity to everything.

We did it just as often, if not more, than when we were at home, and we definitely did it in more places.

We were on the bus now, having a pre-show quickie as our opening act entertained the audience.

And Harley was entertaining me in my favorite way.

I loved being inside my girl, especially in a place where we might or might not get caught; the risk made something that was already hot even hotter.

“Well, what have we here?” Carter’s voice dragged me out of my lusty haze. “Damn, that’s about the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Watching you two fuck never gets old.”

“Glad to provide some stimulation.” I squinted over at him as I lifted my hands to squeeze Harley’s breasts. She’d stopped moving and twisted her head to meet my gaze. I wasn’t sure what I saw there, but it seemed like a sexy combination of trepidation and excitement.

“It’s okay, beautiful. You know I like to watch.” Carter grinned lazily and rubbed his hand up and down his crotch.

“Come on, babe… don’t stop now.” I pinched her nipples and her pussy clenched in response.

She loved when people watched us fuck, though it made her a little uncomfortable sometimes, depending on who it was. That wasn’t the case with Carter, though. I’d lost count of how many times he’d watched us. There wasn’t a lot of privacy on a tour bus and sometimes there simply wasn’t anywhere else to go. Other times, like now, it was just hot.

“Just pretend I’m not here,” Carter said, his golden eyes finding mine, a question lurking in his.

I might have nodded, because he unzipped his jeans and slowly began stroking his cock. He had big hands and long fingers—perfect for a bass player—and he worked his dick almost as beautifully as he did his guitar. His movements were sure and practiced, his face a mask of pleasure as he watched us.

“Look at how hot you make Carter,” I whispered in Harley’s ear, taking a playful bite out of the skin behind her ear.

“You’re killin’ me, Harley,” Carter moaned. “If I was inside of you right now, I’d blow in about three seconds.”

“You want a taste?” I taunted him. “What do I get if I let you have a taste of my wife?”

“Any fucking thing you want.” Carter stopped stroking his cock and dropped to his knees in front of us.

Harley froze, her fingers digging into mine.

“You want me to suck your cock?” Carter asked in a throaty whisper, reaching out a finger to lightly stroke the base of my shaft.

“Jesus, man…” I groaned at the extra stimulation. I was straight, but threesomes were different. The thought of sharing my wife with my best friend had me harder than stone, which was quite a feat considering how hard I already was.

Did I want him to blow me? With my wife watching?

Fuck, it sounded hot.

“I’d make it so good for both of you,” Carter murmured, dipping his head and pressing a light kiss on Harley’s inner thigh. “Can I touch you, Harley? Can I make you feel good?”

She didn’t’ respond, her fingers still digging into mine.

“Say yes, baby.” I gently stroked my fingers over her breasts. “You’ve never had two cocks inside of you, right?”

She briefly shook her head.

“Something to check off our sexual bucket list…”

Carter leaned over and pressed a kiss right on her clit and a little sigh left her just as she released her grip on my hands.

“That’s my girl…” I thrust up and Carter used his tongue to circle her clit.

“Oh god…” She moaned, arching her hips as Carter went down on her.

It was so fucking sexy to watch.

He and I had fooled around with the same woman on more than one occasion, before Harley and I were married, and had watched each other fuck more times than I could count. He was a sexy son of a bitch, even a straight guy like me could appreciate that. And he knew his way around a woman’s body.

Watching him lick my wife’s pussy while my cock was inside of her was next-level hot.

“Jesus, knock it off,” I growled. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Carter chuckled.

Then his mouth was on me, sucking on my balls into his mouth.

“Fuck, Carter!” I didn’t know whether to tell him to stop or to keep going. I couldn’t remember anything feeling as good as being inside Harley while Carter sucked my nuts.

“Mmm,” Carter hummed against me, making me shudder even as he slid a finger inside Harley’s vagina alongside my dick. “You’re so wet, baby…this is gonna be so good.”

Harley shifted restlessly, as if she couldn’t get enough either.

Carter didn’t appear to be in a hurry, though, somehow pulling out my cock and replacing it with two fingers. Then he sucked me deep into his mouth and my eyes rolled back.

“Jesus Fuck!” I yelled, pushing deeper into his mouth and watching him work the two of us expertly. Harley was squirming on my lap as I fought a losing battle against coming in Carter’s mouth, but there was no way to hold back. I shot off like a rocket, thrusting so hard I hit the back of his throat, but Carter never missed a beat. He swallowed every drop while continuing to work on Harley.

A moment later she screamed, writhing against his fingers and digging her nails into my forearm.

“Carter!”

“That’s right…” He chuckled. “My two favorite people getting off for me.” He grinned wickedly. “And now we’re going to get off together…you still hard, bro?”

I groaned. “Yeah. Give me a sec.”

He laughed and licked a light trail along the underside of my dick. “But we’ll get you back to full strength in no time.” He went right back to sucking my dick like he hadn’t just gotten me off, and damn if I didn’t get hard almost instantly. He wasn’t ignoring Harley either, lightly toying with her clit with his free hand.

Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, because Harley and I had never agreed to this, but she wasn’t complaining and it felt so, so good.

All three of us enjoyed pushing our limits so there was no reason we couldn’t explore something like this together. I’d never done anything quite this hot and watching Harley get off on Carter’s hand had been almost as sexy as him deep throating me had been for me.

I was straight, had never done anything like this with a guy before, but there was something about Carter that made me forget about societal norms and sexual orientation. This was about so much more. The way it felt, the aura of being with two people I loved so much. My love for Carter wasn’t romantic, but it was equally emotional. I didn’t want to be with him, but I really wanted him to keep touching us.

“There we go.” Before I knew what was happening, Carter had lifted Harley and set her down on my cock again. Then he got up on his knees and moved between our legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby…” He pushed his cock in right next to mine, slow and steady. “That’s it, beautiful… you can take it…”

“Oh fuck, that’s a lot…” Harley took in a shaky breath.

“Shhh, just relax and let me fuck the both of you.” His eyes turned into golden orbs as he watched us both. He pressed forward and gently touched his lips to mine. The tip of his tongue sought out mine, but he kept the contact light, as if he understood this was new to me and that it wouldn’t be happening without Harley in the mix.

Somewhere deep inside of me, I knew he had a hard-on for me and for a millisecond I worried that this would give him the wrong idea, but then his dick was rubbing up against mine inside of Harley and she was writhing against us. I couldn’t form a string of thoughts if my life depended on it.

“How fucking hot is this?” Carter whispered against her mouth before capturing her lips in his.

Then we were off and running, as Carter and I stroked inside of her, and he alternated kissing both of us. It was sensual and dirty and so fucking carnal. I’d just gotten off, so I should have lasted a long time, but I was already back on the edge.

“The two of you are so beautiful,” Carter rasped, cupping one side of each of our faces with each of his hands. “This moment right here will be burned in my mind forever. I want you to know that.”

There was a moment of what was best described as perfection, where the only thing that mattered was how it felt, how in tune with each other we were. Our bodies locked together in a way I’d never experienced before, and while I’d never thought I could have romantic feelings for Carter, I was completely caught up in how it felt to be together like this.

“Yes yes yes!” Harley screamed as she came, and I felt my balls drawing up tight.

“Come for me, Tommy.” Carter was staring at me so intently it was like he could see into my soul.

“Fuck, Carter…”

I woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed and looking around as if expecting Carter and Harley to be there. My heart was pounding, and my dick was so hard it hurt.

It took me a few seconds to realize I was alone.

It had all been a god damn dream.

I threw myself back against the pillows in frustration.

It had been a long time since I’d allowed myself to think about that night, but after today’s revelation in therapy, apparently my subconscious was all about torturing me.

I wanted to jerk off and relieve the throbbing between my legs but couldn’t quite bring myself to do it.

Fucking Carter.

I’d almost forgotten how good it had felt that night.

How hot it had been.

How I’d kissed each of them one last time.

How we’d had to practically race out of the bus the moment we finished because we’d lost track of time and had to be on stage.

How neither of us had taken even a moment to make sure Harley was okay other than kissing her and telling her we’d see her later.

We’d left her there on the bus as we ran to go play, and by the time the set was over, she’d gotten dressed, fixed her makeup, and was on the side of the stage waiting for me. As if nothing had happened.

Aside from a few shared winks and grins, we’d never talked about it again, never acknowledged that it happened. I’d been a little embarrassed that I’d let a guy deep throat me, especially in light of Carter’s feelings for me, so I’d just gone about my business and buried my head in the sand.

Less than three months later, Harley served me with divorce papers.

And I’d never put two and two together.

Was I dumbass or what?