The first thing he saw when he entered the house was his wife's purse on the floor, its contents spilled across the polished wood. Her dress was nearby. Smirking, he glanced at the ceiling as he moved to the stairs. He loosened his tie, stepping over Stephen's discarded clothing on his way to the master bedroom. As he neared, he listened to her throaty cries grow in volume.

He stopped in the doorway, eyes moving across the room until he saw them. He licked his lips at the sight of her, kneeling on the bed. Her back was to him, her hands were gripping the carved headboard, and her head was thrown back. Pale hands gripped her hips, holding her steady over his friend's mouth.

Wade looked on, enjoying the way her back rippled with approaching orgasm as he undressed. His belt buckle jangled and she purred, looking at him over her shoulder. The gleam in her eyes lured him to the bed, and his lips covered hers in a scorching kiss. "Having fun, love?" he murmured, pushing her hair aside so he could nuzzle her neck.

"Mmm." Penelope reached for him, fingers tangling in his hair as her body began to tremble. "So much," she breathed. "But he's being cruel to me, darling."

Wade smirked against her throat, nipping at the soft skin. "I can see that."

"Please," she cried, looking down at Stephen. The man had been torturing her since they'd reached the bedroom. Her body was primed for explosion, but he kept drawing out her pleasure. She whined, feeling his lips curve against her. She tried her best to rock her hips so his tongue would finally make contact with her throbbing clit, but his hands tightened on her, making it impossible. "Fuck, Stephen," she growled, barely noticing when her husband's mouth closed over one nipple. "I need to come."

He ignored her, continuing to lap his tongue back and forth over her entrance. Another pair of hands slid down her body to clutch her waist, giving her less freedom than before, and she cried out, cursing their telepathic communication. Then, suddenly, a hand released her hip, and she felt the world crumble beneath her as the roughened pad of Stephen's thumb pressed against her clit.

Stephen was grateful for Wade's assistance in holding her still, certain she would have caused injury had she been able to thrash about. Even with three hands rendering her immobile from the waist down, she shuddered and convulsed like no other woman he'd ever seen. Her screams of pure ecstasy caused his ears to ring, but he continued to pleasure her, working his thumb back and forth over her clit. She sagged, hoarsely calling his name, and he didn't resist when Wade guided her to lie next to him.

"That was fantastic," she whispered after regaining her breath.

Stephen grinned, licking his lips as he gently rubbed her thigh. "It's only the beginning," he promised.

She sat up slowly, stretching a little before raining kisses down his chest. One hand reached to grasp the hand on her hip, Wade's fingers tangling with hers as his lips dragged over her neck. She knew she would be driven to pure sensory overload before the night was through, and looked forward to every moment. Gently squeezing her husband's hand, she ran her tongue over the tip of Stephen's cock, eyes meeting his just before she took him fully in her mouth. Wade's deep voice rumbled in her ear, encouraging her, the accent that had made her fall in love with him sending shivers down her spine. A hand slid through her hair, and she pouted as he pulled out of her mouth.

"I want more than that, Penny." His voice was barely a whisper, the Irish brogue adding more naughtiness to their actions. She smiled, running her tongue over her lips.

Wade patted her hip. The passion that hung in the air made sliding into position easier than she would have thought. On her knees in the middle of the bed, she met her husband's eyes, hands sliding up his thighs as Stephen knelt behind her. He nudged her legs wider apart and she let her eyes drift closed. The tip of his dick slid against her, sending frissons of delight through her entire body. "Fuck me," she whispered, tongue skipping over her lips. Her eyes opened at the feel of a hand in her hair. Recognizing the grip, she smirked up at Wade, gaze moving down his torso to the straining cock. "Tell him to fuck me, darling."

He waited until her mouth was hugging the base of his cock before looking to his friend. "Don't hold back," he suggested. Fist tangling in his wife's hair, he held her still, gently nudging his hips forward. His eyes threatened to close but he forced them open, watching Stephen grasp her hips, pulling her backside up. Her body surged forward when he slammed into her, her strangled cry causing a sensation that made his head fall back. "Shit."

"Jesus," Stephen hissed. He dug his fingers into her hips, body straining. Setting a slow, gentle pace to his thrusts, he slid his hands up her back. She writhed beneath his fingers, and he focused on the way her back ripped with each roll of her hips. He reached her shoulders and grasped them, thumbs stroking the back of her neck. He waited until she shivered before slipping his hands lower, cupping her breasts. Closing his eyes, he pinched her nipples, smirking when her head jerked up and she squealed.

"Stephen," she panted, fingers scraping Wade's thighs. Her head dropped, pressing against his hip, as the man behind her moved into a speedier rhythm. He filled her completely with each thrust, pressing tight against the spot that made her want to climb the walls. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, dizzy as he pulled her up until she was upright. Her hair tumbled over her face, obscuring her vision, and she trembled at the feel of another pair of hands on her. They were surer, well-practiced in the art of arousing her. She pushed her hair away, letting her head fall back against Stephen's shoulder. His harsh thrusts were unrelenting, his breath hot on her cheek. Meeting Wade's eyes, she parted her lips in anticipation of his kiss.

Stephen's hand fell from her breast, following the line of perspiration down her torso. He swept his tongue over her ear, gasping each time he was fully within her. Fingers seeking, he knew he had struck gold when her body tensed. A throaty moan pulled from her throat, one hand reaching back to grasp the back of his head. "You like that?" he breathed, working his fingers over her clit in rapid circles. She hummed, nails dragging along his scalp, and he felt a hand nudge his away from her breast.

Penelope whined when her husband broke the kiss. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she rocked her hips as fast as she could, trying in vain to keep up with Stephen. She sucked in a breath, back arching as a mouth closed over one aching nipple. Her grip on Stephen's head tightened, her other hand grasping at Wade's shoulder. They somehow managed to caress and manhandle her at the same time, creating an unbelievable sensation. Forgetting how to breathe as the soft lips alternated between her breasts, each suckle growing in urgency, she tightened her body in preparation. Between the dick inside her, the fingers on her clit, the hand on her waist, the hands on her breasts and the mouth on her nipples, she had reached the breaking point. Eyes closing, she welcomed the explosion of pure delight

Wade looked up at her face, using his thumbs and forefingers to continue toe assault on her nipples. Lips trailing upwards, he rested them at the corner of her mouth. "Stop fighting it," he whispered. He could hear Stephen's voice, a low rumble that encouraged her as well. A keening cry escaped her lips and he swept his tongue along her bottom lip. "That's it, let it go."

"It feels too good," she panted. "Fuck, Stephen... Wade... I don't want it to stop..."

"We'll go all night," Stephen promised, and Wade hummed his agreement. "We'll fuck you until you can't move. And then," he murmured, biting down on her earlobe, "we'll fuck you again."

"Oh, shit." Penelope dug her nails in hard, the resulting growls nudging her closer to that point of no return. She felt Stephen's cock twitch deep within her, the tip rubbing against that spot and she saw stars. Her body strained, her mouth fell open and she was only vaguely aware of him slamming into her. His short, satisfied growls a faint sound as a sharp scream ripped from deep within her body. She fell forward, too weak to hold her head up, arms sliding around Wade, continuing to cry out as the brutal thrusts continued.

Wade laid back, bringing her with him, hands sliding down to grasp her hips. He heard Stephen's tortured gasp, felt the sudden, final surge, ears ringing as his wife screamed again. Feeling his friend pull away, he guided Penelope over him, nudging at her slick entrance with the tip of his cock. She whimpered, body still shuddering, as he pulled her down. Buried within her, he released a groan.

"Christ," she hissed, hands sliding to his shoulders. Bracing herself, she gave in to the urging of his hands, allowing him to raise her and bring her down. Her entire body throbbed, stars still prickling her vision.

"Fuck me," he breathed, rolling his hips beneath her. Watching her come repeatedly had brought him to the brink, and he knew he wouldn't last long when her hands slid along his arms. She pressed her fingers over his, body rocking on its own as she sat up fully. "That's it, love," he groaned. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as her hands ran up her body. Her skin glowed, the blush of delight clinging, and he was momentarily transfixed by her beauty. Then she slid over her breasts, a pleased sigh passing her lips, and he was brought back. He marveled at her switch from tender lover to wanton. He knew she could have asked for anything in that moment and he would say yes. Anything. As long as she continued to fuck him.

The breaking point arrived when she arched her back. He saw a pair of hands slide down her arms, covering hers, saw the lips against her neck. He knew she was still attempting to hold back when she released a series of whines. Mind growing foggy, he didn't bother trying to hear what Stephen was whispering. His hips surged upward, fingers digging sharply into the sweat-slicked skin of her waist. Forcing her to remain still, he rutted against her like a savage beast. Her piercing cry sent him over the edge and he slammed her down against him, releasing a primitive growl as he savored the longest, hottest release of his life.

Penelope clamped down on his cock, milking him as he shuddered beneath her. When his body relaxed, she tumbled forward, her breath a hiss as two pairs of hands guided her to lie next to Wade. The sheets were cool beneath her burning skin and she shivered, closing her eyes. The lips that had been on her neck for several moments moved, resting against her ear for a moment. Dragging a trembling hand up, she rested her palm against his cheek. Panting from the exertion, she guided her mouth to Wade's, offering a tender kiss. She whined softly when he pulled away, but a smile pulled at her lips when she felt the covers slide over her rapidly cooling body. "You two are fantastic," she whispered after a moment.

Stephen smiled against her cheek, arm sliding around her waist. "I think that title belongs to you."

"Agreed," Wade murmured.

She sighed happily as her husband's leg slid over hers. Tucked between their bodies, she was certain she would never want to move. She turned her head back and forth, alternating kisses between them. Satisfied she had shown her appreciation, she rested one hand over Wade's chest. The other she slid to clasp Stephen's, which laid lightly over her stomach. "Let's do this again tomorrow night."

~Fin~

A/N: I certainly hope you enjoyed my first foray into smut. Was it as good for you as it was for me? ;)

Disclaimer: While this author fully supports a healthy, active, adventurous sex life, she does not condone unsafe copulation. Wrap it before you slap it, kids.