Unnatural Desires

Juanita had always been magnetic -- beautiful, grounded, the kind of woman who didn't just turn heads but made men question everything they thought they wanted. In her early twenties, she was engaged to James, a long time family friend, while Anthony was her high school sweetheart. Anthony was passionate, ambitious, and deeply in love with her -- while James was a free spirit, reckless and lived on the edge. While Anthony left to go to school 2,000 miles away when long distance and cell phone charges wee astronomical... out of sight slowly opened an avenue for James. James and Gail were comfortable, she loved the attention, he loved her rare beauty.

But for James... one mistake changed everything. A bad decision. The wrong people. The wrong time.

James was arrested and sentenced to nearly two years in prison. Juanita waited at first, wrote him, visited, hoped. But over time, she began to move on. During that season, she reconnected with Anthony -- a man she had known from school, quieter than James, but stable, confident, and full of quiet strength.

It was ironic. He stepped in when Anthony went off to college while they stayed local. Now Anthony is back, free and James is the one that is out of sight and no access.

Juanita and Anthony fell in love naturally. They married. Built a life. But James never disappeared from her heart entirely -- not as a lover, but as a reminder of how desire can be dangerous, consuming... and unforgettable.

When James was released, he reached out. Juanita responded. Carefully. Cautiously.

And something unexpected happened.

They talked.

Really talked.

He told her -- in one late-night conversation that turned into quiet confessions -- what happened inside. Not just the loneliness or the violence. But the awakening.

The pleasure he discovered, secretly, behind bars. Oral submission. Being taken. Wanting men -- needing them -- but never daring to speak it.

She didn't flinch.

She asked more.

And when she shared the fantasy Anthony had whispered into her ear years ago -- of watching her with another man... of sharing her, of controlling the scene -- the puzzle pieces slid into place.

It wouldn't be just any man.

It would be James.

The room was quiet, but not still. The kind of quiet charged with unsaid things -- old history, new hunger. Juanita sat perched on the edge of the bed, a silk robe clinging to her skin like water. Her legs crossed, posture relaxed, yet entirely commanding. Anthony stood beside her, shirtless, chest broad and calm with controlled breath. He hadn't said much all evening, because he didn't have to.

James knelt on the floor.

It hadn't been automatic -- he'd hesitated when first asked. The man who once proposed to Juanita now stripped of any romantic illusion. He wasn't here for love. He was here for permission.

And that was exactly how Anthony had planned it.

Juanita looked down at James with an almost clinical curiosity, but there was heat under it. A slow-burning excitement in watching him lower himself like this -- not as a partner, not as a man reclaiming anything -- but as an offering. A tool for her pleasure. And for Anthony's.

Chris looked up. "I want to... be useful," he said, his voice tight. His eyes flicked to her, then to Anthony.

Anthony stepped forward, the shadow of his body falling across James's face.

"You're not useful yet," Anthony said coolly. "You're waiting. And if you want to earn your way into this bed, you're going to do exactly what I say."

Juanita gave a slow smile, licking her lips. She spread her robe slightly wider, exposing the tops of her breasts, but James wasn't allowed to look at her too long. Anthony's fingers caught his jaw.

"Eyes on me. Hands behind your back."

James obeyed.

Anthony let his pants fall, exposing his full length -- hard and already pulsing with the thrill of control. Juanita watched with her legs crossed tightly, biting her lip.

James leaned forward, lips wrapping slowly around Anthony's cock. His head began to move, guided by Anthony's hand.

Juanita stood and dropped her robe, glowing.

She circled behind James, watching him take more of her husband in, licking and sucking with growing confidence.

Anthony pulled out, then gently pushed James down onto all fours. "Face down. Stay there."

Juanita kissed Anthony slowly. "Maybe we let him taste me next... while you're inside."

Anthony smirked. "If he's good."

Juanita climbed onto the bed. James approached slowly, inhaling her scent before pressing his tongue against her folds -- wide, slow, and deliberate.

Juanita moaned immediately, arching toward him.

Behind her, Anthony entered her in one smooth, practiced motion. James moaned into her, the vibration making her tremble.

"You're so good..." she whispered. "And look at you, dripping hard just from tasting us."

Her hand found his cock -- thick, dark, wet.

"You really do like this, don't you?"

He groaned deeper in response, tongue circling her clit while Anthony moved inside her with slow, full strokes.

She clenched around them both, each movement pressing her harder against James's face, making him moan louder, hungrier.

They moved. Carefully. Juanita lowered herself onto James's shaft, already slick, her body welcoming him in. Her head fell back.

"Still not as big as you," she murmured to Anthony. "But it feels so damn good..."

Anthony moved in behind her and slid inside again -- both cocks now stretching her, filling her completely.

James moaned beneath her, body stiff.

Juanita looked down, meeting his eyes. "Is this what you missed?" she whispered. "You liked being filled?"

He swallowed hard. "Yes... God, yes."

"You're jealous I get to have this whenever I want?"

He nodded. "I am."

And then Anthony pressed into him.

His back arched. His breath caught.

Juanita leaned down, stroking his face. "Take it..."

He moaned, body trembling as Anthony pushed in -- slow, deep, relentless.

She began to ride them both, rolling her hips, every thrust pushing Anthony deeper into James while James filled her.

And then James came -- a shuddering explosion as he cried out beneath them both.

Part IV: Confession

Gently, Juanita brushed James's hair back.

"Tell me what you liked," she whispered.

James's voice was low. "Being used. Taken."

"You liked sucking dick?"

"... Yes."

"You like the taste of cum?"

"... Yes."

"How many men?"

"... Five. Six. It wasn't about who. Just the need."

Her hand stroked Anthony's cock as she guided it back into James's mouth.

He took it eagerly now -- no shame, no hesitation.

She watched him suck with reverence.

Juanita stroked Anthony's cock as James swallowed him again.

"Drain him," she whispered. "Pretend you're back in the dark. No judgment. Just need."

Anthony groaned, hips rolling.

Juanita climbed over James, slid Anthony's cock into her, still wet with cum and saliva, and began to ride.

James licked where their bodies met, moaning between strokes.

"You loved making them cum, didn't you?"

"... Yes. I loved it."

Both of them rubbed Anthony's ass now, fingers slick.

They slid fingers inside him -- first Juanita, then James -- pushing gently as he moaned louder.

And then he came -- hard -- in James's mouth again.

Juanita ground herself against James's face, her clit slick with release, and came one last time.

She leaned down, lips brushing James's.

He blinked, expectant.

She gave him a soft peck -- just enough.

Then rubbed Anthony's soft cock across his lips one last time.

She took her husband's hand.

Together, Juanita and Anthony walked to the shower, heat still clinging to their skin.

Behind them, James lay sated. Breathless. Spent.

But no longer hiding.