A Sweater Sleeve
I tasted the salt of my husband’s mouth. My tongue slid along his as we kissed. I was wrapped around his sweaty body and saturated in his magic. He gripped my ass in his huge hands and massaged my thighs. I withdrew my tongue from his mouth and looked in his eyes. His pupils were wide with arousal and desire. His cock was hard in the front of his compression leggings. Mine was hard and uncomfortable in the tight fabric of mine. We were inside a small box of his magic while the scent of our bodies filled the space with musk. I wanted to devour him, but we were in the back of the estate car on our way to my father’s house from the gym. Ancil and another guard occupied the jump seats.
“I’m glad we got our workout in.”
He agreed. “Me to. I never feel right when I skip a day. It’s a shame Ancil wouldn’t join us, but he insisted he had to be on duty.”
I touched the end of Church’s nose with the tip of my tongue to tease him. “We’re going to have to decide what we want from Ancil. It’s not fair for us to keep asking him to engage when he has a job to do. Really, it’s disrespectful of his work for us to push him to step out of his role every time we desire his company instead of his protection. It’s irresponsible, too. We should not hamper our protectors.”
He sighed in my face. “I enjoy him. You obviously do too. I love him as a friend. He’s dedicated himself to us for years. He made himself impotent to be able to serve us without distraction. We owe him our gratitude for that. We also need to give him the opportunity to prove that he can handle being whole again. You’re right, though, we need to set some boundaries, mainly for us.”
I shook my head. “We don’t owe him anything for the choices he made. He had a problem with self-control, and he made a decision akin to a kleptomaniac who decides to live in handcuffs. We didn’t ask him to make himself impotent. We can appreciate his dedication and the work he did in our service, but we shouldn’t feel obligated to make it up to him.”
He considered for a moment before he agreed. “I see what you’re saying, but I can still want to do good things for him because he’s our friend. I don’t have to do it because I’m grateful.”
“That’s true, love. I feel the same way. Let’s talk to him after lunch. We don’t have to leave for the debate until one-thirty or so. We’ve got lots of time. Let’s go back to our room. I’m going to maul you for a while, then we’ll shower and have lunch. As soon as we’re done, we’ll have our talk.”
He grinned like he won a prize. “You’re going to maul me? That sounds like fun.”
I gripped his massive shoulders. “I can’t go through my day like you do. You’ve gotten me used to three or four sessions a day where I get off at least once each time. I didn’t get off this morning and my stinging ass keeps reminding me what we did instead. I’m so horny right now I could scream.”
“I felt you watching me when we were working out. Your lust was so intense, I almost dropped the bar when I was doing squats.”
“Yes, well, it was an impressive display. It helped that you were deliberately showing off to drive me wild.”
He chuckled. “I was.”
“I know you were. That aside, what’s our message to Ancil?”
“What do you think it should be?”
“I think we should tell him we respect the work he does and we want him to continue to protect us. We should also express how much we value his friendship. We want to help him deal with being ‘whole’ again, as you’ve said, but only when he’s safely off duty. We have to be responsible enough to know when it’s safe to have fun and when we need to rely on him to look after us.
“We should also ask his opinion on the matter. I’m certain he’s thought about our changing relationship and what it means for his future. We’re going to be traveling for a while. That means we’ll be at elevated risk much of the time. When we’re on the estate, we’re very secure and can take liberties more easily. We need to be more careful out in the world.”
“I agree.”
“Good, that’s settled.” I lapped my tongue over his closed lips. “Now, kiss me until we get back to the room.”
* * * *
I mauled Church thoroughly, then we showered and dressed only in our rugby shorts to eat. I didn’t bother to ask Ancil to eat with us because he seemed happy in his butler role. He served the meal, then cleaned up after. Once the dishes were cleared away, I asked that he sit and talk with us. He sat, but did so reluctantly.
He opened the conversation formally. “How may I be of service, Master Shawn?”
I started by asking him to speak openly. He agreed and I broached the topic we needed to discuss. “How do you feel about what happened between us last night and this morning? I’d like to have your honest thoughts. Please share them and don’t hold anything back.”
He tugged at the lapels of his jacket, a sure sign he was nervous. “I’m worried.”
He didn’t seem to know how to express what he was worried about. I tried to lead him. “You’re worried about your job, or our safety, or your feelings for us, or your returned potency, or is it something else?”
“It’s all of those things and more.”
Church spoke up to answer some of his concerns. “Shawn and I talked on the way back from the gym. We were wrong to take you away from your work. We both love you as a friend and enjoy you as a lover, but we should’ve respected your work. I’m especially guilty because I’m the one who insists on us being protected. We agreed that we won’t try to take you away from your duties in the future.”
Ancil sucked a breath and blew it out between soft, peach-colored lips. He seemed relieved. “That helps. I hated to refuse you when you wanted me to exercise with you today, but I had to. I was so worried that something would happen when I was off-duty because you asked me to be. I’m responsible for your safety. That means I can’t ever be off-duty when you’re at risk.”
I agreed. “You’re right and we’re sorry. Still, you should take our requests as a compliment. We enjoy you.”
“I do take it that way and I appreciate it, but like I said, I’m responsible.”
Church agreed. “And that means we have to be responsible too.”
With that settled, I asked what else we needed to discuss. Ancil had more worries. “I’m not sure how to deal with protocol. I am still a servant in your household. How do I know what’s appropriate and what isn’t?”
I made a suggestion. “When you’re on duty, everything will remain as it always has been. We should be able to plan a liaison for later, but not in detail. If you would like to initiate plans, you’re free to do so, but again, not in detail. The discussion should be like planning lunch. When you’re off-duty, you may treat us as your friends. Initiate intimacy or conversation as you like, discuss whatever you wish, and accept or reject our advances as your desires dictate. There will never be any professional repercussions from our extracurricular activities. As long as you wish to engage in intimacy with us, you should. If you ever change your mind, just tell us and we’ll understand. This arrangement is ‘at will’ for all parties.
“It’s likely that we’re going to be traveling for some time, several months at least. I encourage you to engage with us as much as you like. You know our appetites well. Church and I engage enthusiastically and often. You should do the same up to your own limits. I want you to be comfortable. If you need time alone, take it. Your off-duty hours belong to you just as they always have. If you want to spend them with us, do so. If not, spend them on your own or do whatever else pleases you. If we’re intimate before bed, I’d like you to remain with us for the night, but you don’t have to. You may have as much or as little as you like. Is that fair?”
He sat back wide-eyed and stunned. “Is it just that easy?”
Church answered. “It can be if that’s the way you want it.”
He nodded. “It sounds perfect.”
I was happy to hear it. “That’s great. I’m glad we had this talk.”
Church and Ancil both said words of agreement.
The conversation closed but Ancil remained at the table. He looked around the room like he suddenly wasn’t sure where he was. I worried something was wrong. “Was there something else?”
He pressed his lips together like he didn’t want to release the thoughts they held inside. “Boss, Master Shawn, we’re going to the debate in a little while and I need to be at my best. I need my mind sharp and my focus on your safety, but since our ride back from the gym, I’ve been distracted. I keep thinking about the way the two of you held each other in the car. My troublemaker is giving me trouble.”
Church leaned over the table. “Would you like me to relieve the pressure?”
He nodded, then shook his head. “I’m on duty.”
I gestured around the room. “We’re in a private and secure location. It’s just the three of us. You may be off-duty without fear.”
“May I?”
Church nodded. “We just finished lunch. You can consider this serving dessert.”
Ancil’s grin threatened to split his face. “This really is a dream come true.”
Church pushed his chair back and dropped to his knees. “Bring that troublemaker over here. I’ll settle him down.”
I put my hand out toward my husband to ask for a pause. “Just a second, Love. I’m here too and we haven’t even found out what type of pressure relief would be best for our protector. Don’t just assume.” I put my attention back on Ancil. “What would you like, my friend, a soft mouth or a firm butt? You may have either just for the asking. If you don’t dally, perhaps you can have both.”
He gasped. “Oh fuck!”
Church poked at the palm of the hand I held in his direction. “Are you offering my ass for another back door battering?”
“No, Love. I’m offering mine.”
“You’re getting piggy lately, Love.”
I stared at him. “Am I?”
He nodded. “It’s not a criticism, just an observation.”
I startled when I realized he was right. I was practically throwing myself at Ancil barely an hour removed from a session with my husband, during which only I got off. I worried I was going too far.
Church rocked forward on his knees and took my hand in his. “Nothing to worry about, Shawn. I don’t think this has anything to do with sharing magic or any of that. You’re stressed out from being in your father’s house. Stress demands release. Besides, we’ve got a new toy to play with. It’s like the day after Christmas and we’re still excited about our presents.” He spared an aside to Ancil. “No offense meant calling you a toy, but the comparison fits. Sex with you is a novelty.”
Ancil wasn’t bothered. “No offense taken.”
I accepted Church’s reasoning. I hated being in my father’s house. The dread I felt when we arrived back from the gym was almost overwhelming. Had Church not been with me, I would have refused to enter. I also found Ancil very exciting. He was sexy and the opposite of Church’s massive physicality. It was fun to have a partner who was smaller than me for a change. Even though I’d been partaking of him and my husband voraciously, I still wanted more. I had the energy for it. The time was available to us. I saw no reason not to engage. I took a breath to center myself, and turned back to Ancil. “What will you have; mouth, butt, or both?”
He was bashful and adorable with his request. “May I, uh…may I have ass twice?”
“Yes, you may.” I stood and shucked my shorts. “Will you have me here on the table or on the bed?”
He shook his head nervously. “Why are you letting me decide?”
I held my hand out to him and waited. He took my hand and I pulled him to his feet. I moved against his body and looked directly into his beautiful blue eyes. “You’re my friend. You’re off-duty for a little while. You asked for something and I’m letting you have it. I’m feeling generous and playful and I want you to have a good time. I offered to let you fuck my ass. You accepted. What spot in the room would help you to enjoy it the most?”
He still seemed unable to answer, so I made a suggestion. “Let’s go to the couch. I’ll kneel on the cushion and you can go around behind the headrest. I want to suck you at least a little before you pound me.”
Church jumped to his feet and complained. “What about me?”
“What about you?”
He threw his arm forward and waved an open hand toward Ancil and me. “You and him are just gonna go fuck? What do I get?”
“You get what you want the most.” I turned my back to him and slapped my ass. “You get me. Come and rim me while I suck Ancil.”
He hurried over like we might leave him behind. “Threaten me with a good time, why don’t you?” He waggled his fingers at me. “Should I stretch you out a little or do you want to feel like the armhole in a sweater that someone tries to pull over their head?”
Church’s aphorism brought the entire proceeding to a grinding halt. I stared at him. Ancil stared at him. Ancil found his voice before I did. “I’ve been wondering for years, where does he get the stuff he says? Are they sayings from Earth?”
I shook my head. “Most are original creations. He paints quite a picture with his words, doesn’t he?”
Church was thrilled by how much he shocked us. “You’re imagining it, aren’t you? You know how it is. You pull a sweater on and get the wrong hole. You never admit you got it wrong. You just pull and tug and stretch and shove and you get that damn hole just over the crown of your head. You wonder what in the fuck is going on until you finally realize your head is in the sleeve.”
I nodded. “Yes, Love, I understand completely. I suppose that’s what I find most disturbing.”
Ancil laughed like a nut. Our exchange cut through the tension he was feeling. He laughed loud and long. We laughed with him. He was barely settled when he was thanking us again. “You’re the best people I know. You’re funny and kind and generous. You go so far out of your way to make sure everyone is as content as they can be. I’m so glad I work for you.”
“We’re glad too.”
Church agreed. “We are.”
“Are you ready to fuck me now?”
He laughed again. “More than ready.”
I set myself up on the couch and waited for Ancil to give me what I very much wanted. Church moved behind me and swatted my ass. I yelped and asked why he slapped me. He held his hand up and waggled his fingers again. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes, by all means loosen me up. I’d hate to feel like a sweater sleeve!”
Ancil stripped to the skin and stood behind the couch like I asked. He put his energy weapon on the back of the sofa within easy reach. I ignored it and gathered his cock and the loose, delicate skin of his heavy ballsack into my hand. I coaxed the whole package forward for me to nuzzle and smell. It was pleasantly musky from being closed up in his underwear all morning. “It smells good.”
I wondered why he wasn’t hard yet. When I glanced up to check, I saw the reason. He was as nervous as a cat, again. “What’s wrong?” As I asked, Church’s hands guided my hips to tilt forward and for me to deepen the arch in my back so he could rim me.
Ancil shook his head. “I don’t understand what’s happening. You’re my master and The Boss is my boss, but you’re just there telling me my cock smells good and The Boss is getting ready to open you up so I can fuck you.”
I tried to figure out what to say to calm him down, but I doubted any amount of talking would adequately convey the message. Instead of trying, I asked Church for help. “Love, would you start the magic please? Poor Ancil is confused.”
He spat on his finger, worked it into my hole, and pushed his magic into my body through it. The power filled me and lit me up with pleasure. I groaned long and low as my body shook. Ancil groaned too. I was still holding his package, so the magic flowed through me and into him via his cock and balls. The flow tapered off and the pleasure abated. Our minds opened to each other and Ancil understood without words.
“You both love me. You don’t love me as a romantic partner, but you love me as a close friend. This isn’t a favor or something you’re doing for me. We’re just enjoying each other and no one owes anyone anything after.”
“Exactly.” I nuzzled his package again and was thrilled when it started to inflate. The huge member pulsed and started to lift away from his sac. I held his balls while I watched. I wanted to witness the transformation from attractive ornament to object of pleasure. The flesh filled out and the skin darkened from milky pale to angry red. The deep hood of his foreskin didn’t retract one bit over the huge, mushroom head. The wrinkled tip stayed completely closed to protect the sensitive flesh hidden within.
When he was full hard, I peeled the foreskin back and lapped the flat of my tongue over the salty tip. He gasped, then I gasped. Church had been watching Ancil’s cock grow just like I was. Now that it was full hard and throbbing, he went to work on my hole. I drew a surprised breath as his tongue breached my entrance and slithered inside.
Ancil smoothed my hair. His thoughts understood my pleasure. His mind filled with remembered sensation of Church rimming him.
I sucked his cock and enjoyed the velvet sensation of his head against my tongue. I listened to his soft moans and quick gasps. I stroked the huge shaft as I sucked. I wanted to bring him right to the edge of orgasm, but I also wanted to give Church plenty of time to loosen me up. Once Ancil was ready, I wanted him to take me without struggle. I wanted to get fucked hard and fast.
I took my time with the huge piece of meat. I worshipped it with my mouth and rubbed it on my face. I lapped the pre from the slit and slid the tip of my tongue around inside the foreskin. I slurped and sucked on his balls one at a time because they were too big to get both in my mouth at once. He and I loved every moment.
The whole time I worked on Ancil’s cock, Church worked on my hole. He licked and sucked and fingered. He got two of his thick fingers in almost immediately. The third took a little work and made me moan and writhe. I relaxed into it quickly and started to back up on the violation. He twisted his hand to stretch me out and drive me wild. By the time he got the fourth finger in, I was ready to beg Ancil to fuck me. Church felt my urgency as much as I did. He slapped my ass again and proclaimed me ready. I rubbed Ancil’s cockhead over my face again and lapped it one final time. “Fuck me NOW! Make me feel it.”
He practically ran around the couch and knelt on the floor. He was going to rim me to make sure I was ready. Church heaved him to his feet and pointed to my waiting ass. “I promise he’s ready. Get in there before he tightens up.”
Ancil spat on his cock and lined up. I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He started to press in. My hole relaxed and welcomed the violation. He still felt enormous but there was no pain, only intense pleasure. His hips pressed into my cheeks and flattened against me. He wiggled up and down and side to side. The fat shaft smacked my prostate and made me grunt. I rested my head on my arms and deepened the arch in my back. “Do it. Fuck me until you blow. Don’t make it last, just pound me. I need it.”
He pulled almost all the way out and pushed in gently. He did it again. I asked for more. He moved a little faster. I urged him on. “Harder.” He upped his pace. “More.” He stopped controlling his thrusts. He threw his hips forward and let my firm ass stop the motion. I praised him. “Yes! Just like that. Harder.” He thrust harder. It felt incredible. I pushed back in time and my ass met his hips with a sticky slap.
Church flopped on the couch next to me. He hooked his rugby shorts under his balls and teased his hard cock. I spared him a sideways glance. “You want me to suck that for you?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’m not getting off. I’m just gonna watch and give tips.” He made eye contact with Ancil. “Don’t forget to smack that ass. I want it bright red by the time you’re done.”
Ancil cracked my butt. I cried out in pain and pleasure. “MORE!”
He walloped me again. Church offered another tip. “Lick your palm in between. It’ll make it sting.”
When the next slap came, I knew Ancil had listened. The skin stung. Bright red pain filled my ass cheek and made the pleasure in my hole all the more pleasurable. He pounded me like he wanted to fuck himself inside. His huge cock battered my hole. I loved every second. I started to sweat from the fucking. The liquid salt ran from my face and tickled the tip of my nose. I wished I would have thrown a towel over the sofa, but it was too late, and I refused to stop for anything.
Ancil’s pace became frantic. The strokes got shorter and much quicker. I could feel through our linked minds that he was getting close. He crushed his hips against my ass and wrapped his arms around my body to hold on as his orgasm slammed into him. He roared against the back of my neck and shook. He launched shot after shot of rich cream inside me. The ropes were big enough that I felt them erupt.
He heaved and struggled to get his breath. He gasped and exclaimed on every exhale. “OH! OH! OH! OH!”
He recovered slowly, but didn’t loosen his grip on me. He stirred his still-hard member in my guts. “Fuck that was so good!”
“Was good for me too.”
“And me.” Church added.
He worried about me even though he could feel I was better than fine. “Are you sure you want me again?”
I rolled my hips to confirm. “I’m ready when you are.”
He kissed the back of my neck and licked the skin. “How do you want it?”
“Any way you want to give it to me.”
He started to roll his hips to work his cock in and out of me a little at a time. Most of him stayed inside to stretch my guts. He worked me like a lazy milkmaid would churn butter. “How about slow?”
“Slow is fine.” I checked the time and saw it was only a little after twelve. “We’ve got an hour before we have to be ready to go. Just leave enough time for Church to eat me again and for us to shower.”
He fucked me with exquisite slowness. He drew the session out until I thought it would last forever. He moved around to use different angles. He used small strokes and long ones. Half way through, he got me to flip over so he could do me face-to-face. He kissed me like a lover and teased my nipples and did everything he could to make me feel good. When he started getting close, I begged him to stroke me and try to get us off at the same time. He did as I asked and I painted his stomach with my essence.
He tried to collapse on top of me when he finished, but Church wouldn’t let him. He held Ancil up with magic and leaned between us so he could lick my load from Ancil’s smooth skin. He also deep throated Ancil when he pulled out of me and feasted on my hole that was so stretched, it wouldn’t even close. The session was great. Church didn’t get off at all, but he loved what we did together.
I jumped in the shower and rinsed off so I wouldn’t stink for the debate. I didn’t use soap because I didn’t want to wash all the salt and musk away that Church would look for later. Ancil showered on his own. He took his clothes and his energy weapon into the bathroom with him. I dressed and sat on the sofa with Church while we waited for him to finish.
“He’s fun, isn’t he?”
I agreed that he was. “He also seems to need us right now. I hope he can manage to keep his troublemaker in check.”
“He’ll do fine. If he doesn’t, we’ll be close to help him through the rough spots. He’s not on his own anymore. Plus, he’s much more mature than he was when he came to us originally.”
“I’m sure you’re right, though I worry a little how much he worries about having his energy weapon in reach. We’re safe here.”
Church was pragmatic. “He’s been on the job for a long time. He’s trained to be cautious. We need to let him. That’s what our talk was all about, or did you forget?”
“No, you’re right. Thanks for the perspective.”
“Speaking of perspective, it was hot watching you bottom for him.”
“It was hot bottoming for him while you watched.”
He threw a heavy arm over my shoulder and drew me in close. “I’m glad we can do stuff like this and not worry about hurt feelings or jealousy. Our connection really is a blessing. I know exactly how you feel and you know how I feel. I could never worry about losing you to him or you losing me to him because we’re secure in our love for each other.”
I agreed. “We’re very lucky to have what we have.”
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