The Power of Three by Jessica E. Subject

 
     
    The Power of Three
     
     
    Oscar groaned as Delayna rubbed her husband’s ass, her signature move in seducing him. Even though Bo feigned sleep, the man’s twitching foot gave him away. Next, she would reach around to grasp his cock, and Oscar held his breath in anticipation of the move.
    As her hand rode up Bo’s shaft, Oscar closed his eyes, imagining her fingers tightening ever so gently on him . Just enough to amplify his need. She dragged her thumb up the vein on the underside of his dick. Oh yeah . And then back down. If only ….
    He didn’t have to worry about going hard; the body he occupied was already made of stone.
    The gargoyle statues around Delayna’s house and yard provided several bodies for him to occupy. He moved in spirit from figure to figure, watching her every day, hoping to eventually feel her touch, and Bo’s, too. He watched from the headboard tonight, waiting for the day he’d finally be set free.
    She didn’t waste any time with foreplay. No, she’d already fingered herself to orgasm before involving her husband. Even with her small frame, she managed to flip Bo onto his back. She draped her leg across him, straddling his waist, and then eased with a sigh onto his fully engorged pole. Swaying her hips, she ground against him.
    “That’s it, Del. Ride me like a fuckin’ cowboy.”
    Oh, to be in Bo’s place . But tasting, savoring both of them would be even better. He yearned to stick his dick in someone’s empty mouth or ass. Flesh slapped against flesh. The musky scent of sex wafted into his nostrils, as if he was home with his own lovers.
    Shit ! Even though he remained as stone, desire rushed through what was left of him, centering in his non-existent groin. He craved a real body so he could stroke himself, get off somehow, and release all his sexual frustration, built up since he’d been cursed to this form, to this place.
    Delayna rode Bo harder and harder, making the headboard shake. The banging inched Oscar closer to the edge. The heart he no longer possessed sped up. What would happen if he fell off, broke? Would he return to his world, or would his life be over?
    His stone feet teetered on the edge.
    “Oh, God, Bo, I’m so close.”
    He wanted to revel in her upcoming orgasm, to imagine her pussy squeezing his tool, but he worried too much about his own end. With one final thrust, the headboard slammed the wall and he tumbled off, hitting Bo’s forehead with a thwack then fell to the ground.
    Fuck !
    Bo hollered, shoved Delayna off him then grabbed Oscar from the floor. “Goddammit. Now I’m going to have a goose egg from a fuckin’ gargoyle.”
    Climbing off the bed, she reached for him, but Bo held him high in the air, out of her reach.
    “I’m so sorry. Give him here, please.”
    A mix of emotions washed across her face, ending with a frown. Was she worried about him or Bo? She reached up for him again, rubbing her sweaty, naked body against her husband’s bare chest.
    Oscar forgot his predicament. He longed to be pressed between them, sucking on her perky tits or groping Bo’s big rod. Just a little lower .
    “Listen, Del. I understand your obsession with the paranormal, but does this thing really need to be in the bedroom?”
    Oscar’s heart raced, the man’s fingers achingly close to his stone cock. He needed out of the statue. Now .
    “I don’t complain about the model airplanes all over the house, including this spaceship looking one that’s suspended above our bed, do I?” Stepping back, she settled her hands on her hips.
    The view? Perfection.
    “That Stealth Bomber is worth more than your silly statues and doesn’t cause concussions.”
    She rolled her eyes and lunged, making her tits bounce. “Really, because I could’ve sworn you hit your head on it the other day when we were making the bed. Now, give him here, please.”
    “You don’t care that this thing hurt me, do you?”
    “Maybe he’s jealous that you were getting some and