Ace in the Hole by J. R. Roberts Read Free Book Online

on each of their heads. Finally, he decided to turn the tables on them. He got to his knees and flipped each of them onto her back. First he buried his face in Loretta’s crotch, at the same time sliding his fingers in and out of Andrea’s pussy. He sucked on Loretta until she screamed and pushed him away, and then he switched to Andrea, who opened her legs wide for him, holding onto her ankles. He ran his tongue up and down her wet slit, every so often driving it into her like a small penis. Finally, he concentrated his actions on her core, sliding one finger in and out of her, and then two, until she was gushing all over his face. She grabbed his head and pushed him away as Loretta had done. He got to his knees and looked at both of them as they tried to regain their breath.
    â€œOh, God,” Loretta said, “he’s tryin’ to kill us.”
    â€œYeah,” Andrea said, “but what a way to go.”
    â€œJust give us a few minutes, big boy,” Loretta said, “and we’ll take care of you.”
    â€œWe have to get some sleep, girls,” he said. “We need to call a truce until morning.”
    Andrea smiled and said, “Well then, snuggle on up here between us, you beautiful man.”
    â€œOkay, but no tricks,” he said.
    â€œNo tricks,” Loretta said, “honest. We promise. You tired us both out.”
    He slid between them and they pulled the sheet up over the three of them. Each of the women pressed herself against him, putting her head on his chest, and he encircled them both with his arms. Their hands strayed—he ran his middle finger along the cleft between their buttocks, while they rubbed his belly and brushed against his penis—but it was all halfhearted, and finally the three of them fell into a deep sleep…

FOURTEEN
    Arliss Morgan came home and found his wife sitting in the living room with a glass of wine.
    â€œThere you are,” she said, without getting up from the sofa. “I was about to send the sheriff to find you.”
    â€œI was at the saloon.”
    â€œDid you see Mr. Adams?”
    â€œI did.”
    He walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine, then joined her on the sofa.
    â€œIs he going to do it?” she asked.
    â€œHe is.”
    â€œOh, darling,” she said, “that’s wonderful.” She held her glass up and he clinked it with his. “That’s just what you wanted. I’m so happy for you.”
    â€œFor us,” he said. “This will mean a lot of money for us, Diane.”
    â€œI know, darling,” she said, “but it’s all due to your cleverness.” She leaned over, laced her hand on his crotch and kissed his neck. She kneaded him through his pants until she felt a stirring.
    â€œUh-oh,” she said into his ear, “I think someone needs to go upstairs.”
    â€œNo,” he said, “right here.”
    â€œHere? In the living room? How decadent you are, Arliss.”
    He didn’t want to tell her that he was afraid that by the time they got upstairs his penis would be soft again. Her hand through his trousers had aroused him and he didn’t want to take a chance on missing out.
    Obediently, she got to her knees in front of him and undid his trousers. He lifted his hips so she could slide them off, then took his semi-hard penis into her hands. She stroked it, and cooed to it, but it refused to get fully hard until she finally took it into her mouth.
    Arliss Morgan put his head back and let out a contented sigh…

    Diane worked her husband’s penis until he was ready to burst, then she took him from her mouth and began to stroke him with her hand.
    â€œNo,” he said, “in your mouth—”
    â€œI want to see it, darling,” she lied. “I want to watch you…please…”
    â€œOh, all right,” he said. He couldn’t refuse her anything when she had him in this state.
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