Pas de Tois

DISCLAIMER: Characters and their naughty actions are my creations, and not based on any real persons, living or dead.
Jennifer and Craig walked out of the club, his arm around her while she had one arm around his waist and the fingers of her other hand entwined with Jon’s. While they waited for the valet to bring Craig’s car around, they engaged in small talk about politics at the medical center; whether they were all going to actually stay for the foundation dinner next month, or just cut out after the reception; whether Jon should stick with his SUV or trade for the Humvee.

Craig tipped the valet and got behind the wheel. Instead of getting in on the front passenger’s side, however, Jennifer climbed into the back and patted the seat next to her, giving Jon a knowing smile. He glanced at Craig who just laughed, then got in beside her.

As Craig pulled out of the club’s parking lot, he saw Jon had Jennifer in his arms his lips meeting hers as she wrapped her fingers in his hair. He supported her with one arm while the other drifted down to stroke her thigh. Craig smiled to himself. He knew her; she’d come at least once before they made it home.

Jennifer was pleasantly surprised; Jon was not as shy as he had seemed. When he’d pulled her into his arms, she’d gotten the familiar thrill of anticipation she always did when a lover took control of her. Her excitement was increased by knowing Craig could see and hear them. She didn’t worry that he’d be jealous---their relationship was comfortable and non-exclusive. Still, she liked for him to watch her. She supposed she was a bit of an exhibitionist.

Jon’s kiss was commanding from the start and her mouth yielded to his without hesitation. His tongue teased hers lightly and when she tried to capture it, he would pull it back so she had to seek it with her own. His fingers on her thigh were light and teasing and she parted her legs so he would have access to her bare flesh. She hardly ever wore underwear when not at work and tonight was no exception.

Jon’s fingers brushed the smooth, moist outer lips before lightly tracing her satiny inner ones. He avoided her clit and she tried to shift so he would be forced to touch her. He broke their kiss and laughed softly.

“Don’t be so eager,” he said. “Enjoy the anticipation.”

“To hell with anticipation,” she said, pulling his mouth back to hers and sucking his tongue gently. Instead of teasing her nub, however, he slipped two long, elegant fingers into her hot, wet sex and pressed in just the right place. She gasped and clenched her thighs, holding his hand in place. He used his thumb to lightly rub her clit and she moaned into his mouth.

Craig glanced into the rear-view mirror in time to see her body stiffen as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Less than two minutes---hell, less than a minute and a half; she was right on schedule. Dancing always made her horny as hell and he knew she had been ready to come from the moment she got the idea to invite Jon into their bed.

The drive to their house wasn’t far, especially this time of morning, with little or no traffic on the road. Still, he would put money on her having Jon’s cum somewhere inside of her before they got home. Sure enough, as soon as she recovered from her orgasm, she sat up, never breaking their kiss and quickly unbuttoned Jon’s shirt as she straddled his lap. Craig shook his head and shifted his gaze back to the road.

She pushed Jon’s shirt open, letting her hands move over the smooth muscles of his chest. Her fingertips lightly massaged his pebble-hard nipples before she let her nails grip them firmly, giving them a slight tug. His breath caught and she smiled. Leaning in, she kissed him again as she continued to roll his nipples between her fingers. Their tongues danced together and his hands stroked her spread thighs.

“Fuck me,” she murmured against his lips, releasing his nipples and unfastening his belt, opening his fly and pulling out his rock-hard cock, gripping it firmly, her thumb smoothing over the head where a drop of pre-cum already oozed from the slit. She lightly massaged the slick fluid around the ridge encircling the throbbing tip and he groaned.

Gripping her cheeks, he pulled her down, impaling her on his aching rod. She gasped at the sudden fullness and grabbed handfuls of his hair in each hand, holding him steady while she sucked his tongue and lightly bit his lower lip.

Her hips moved in small, circular motions so his cock was delightfully squeezed by her inner muscles. He made short but powerful thrusts in time with her movements and her sensitive clit was rhythmically pressed against his pelvis.

She cried out as another orgasm built and pinched his nipples, giving them a twist as the muscles of her cunt squeezed his shaft. Jon groaned and dug his fingers into her firm ass-cheeks, holding her against him as he erupted inside of her.

Their kiss ended and she laid her head on his shoulder as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Jon opened his eyes and caught Craig’s gaze in the rear-view mirror. The lover of the woman who had just received a load of his cum, smiled and gave him an approving nod.

“Better get some rest,” Craig said, laughing. “She will be like this for hours.”

“Really?” He glanced at the woman snuggled against him. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing you’ll be around. I don’t know how you do it, Craig.”

The other man chuckled as he turned into the gated community where he and Jennifer lived. He entered the security code and the entrance was opened.

“Practice, my friend. We’ve known each other since college, so I’ve been in constant training ever since.” He drove up the winding drive to their house. “Being with Jennifer will keep you in shape, that’s for sure.”

“I can see that,” Jon replied, easing the woman from his lap so they could get out of the car. Jennifer smiled and stretched, then took the hand he offered, climbing out to stand between the two men.

She kissed Craig slowly, letting her tongue explore every inch of his mouth. He returned her kiss and his already aching cock demanded that he get her inside immediately, or else he would throw her across the hood of the car and take her right now---not that he hadn’t done that in the past.

He broke contact with her mouth.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice rough with desire. They entered through the door to the glass-enclosed breezeway connecting the garage to the main house, Jennifer holding Jon’s hand, leading him through the maze and up the stairs to their bedroom. Somewhere between the garage and the staircase, she lost her dress, kicked off her shoes in the hall and by the time they arrived in the room she and Craig shared, she was completely naked.

She turned to Jon and pulled the shirt he hadn’t bothered to button, off and dropped to her knees, taking his pants down with her. He stepped out of them and was soon as naked as his hostess.

She took his dick into her mouth and licked around the head, tasting the juices from her recent orgasm mingled with his slightly salty cum. Her tongue pressed against the slit, then slid down the underside of his rod, between his balls before she sucked one of them gently into her mouth, massaging it with her lips.

Jon ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair and then looked over to where Craig was undressing on the other side of the room. The woman’s lover smiled.

“She really likes to suck dick,” he said, hanging his shirt on the back of a chair. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, laying them in the seat of the same chair. The hardwood floor where he stood was cool on his bare feet so he walked over to the bed where the large rug provided some warmth. He walked around the foot of the huge iron bed to stand behind Jennifer and gently pulled her head back.

“You want to suck his cock, don’t you?” he asked in a gentle voice.

“Oh yes,” she whispered.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed and she did as she was told. Holding her head between his hands he pushed her open mouth onto Jon’s rampant shaft, forcing her to take the entire length down her throat.

“Close your lips over it and suck him,” Craig said and she did, sealing her luscious lips around Jon’s engorged cock. “Swallow,” he ordered, and the other man gasped at the sensation as Jennifer’s throat muscles constricted around the head of his dick.

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth with his cock?” Craig asked? Her answering moan brought a smile to his face. “Put your hands behind your back,” he said and when she complied, he began slowly pulling her head back.

The pressure from her mouth drew the cum from his balls and Jon was surprised he was going to be able to climax again so soon. Once Craig had pulled her mouth back to where just the head of Jon’s cock was in it, he pushed it back against the other man, forcing the shaft back down her throat.

The sight of the beautiful woman on her knees, her hands clasped behind her back, her lover using Jennifer’s mouth to bring him to another peak was more than Jon could take and he erupted into her mouth.

“Don’t swallow it,” Craig ordered and she allowed the creamy froth to fill her mouth. When Jon’s crisis had subsided, he withdrew and Jennifer looked up at Craig. The psychiatrist in Jon could see that she craved being under the control of the other man and that it was a major turn-on for her to play the submissive role. He had to admit, their interaction was incredibly erotic for him as well.

Craig smiled and turned her to face him.

“Open your mouth,” he said. She did and Jon and Craig could see the white cum on her tongue.

Taking her hands, Craig put them around his shaft.

“You know what to do,” he said and put his hands on his lower back as Jennifer began stroking him with her practiced fingers. She reached under to tickle his balls as her other hand moved over his rod, varying the rhythm; sometime quick, sometimes slow, sometimes twisting it a bit, sometimes running her thumb over the head and letting a nail lightly scrape the ridge.

In only a few moments, she could feel Craig’s balls tighten and she put her tongue just below the head of his cock as he shot several thick strings of white jizz into her waiting mouth where it mixed with Jon’s cum on her tongue. She used her lips to make sure every drop was caught and looked at Craig questioningly.

He smiled and brushed a lock of her hair back.

“Swallow it,” he said and she closed her eyes, letting the mixture of the hot cream from both men trickle down her throat, enjoying their combined taste.

Craig pulled her up and against his body and smiled, kissing her softly, tasting the residue on her tongue.

“Now, it’s your turn,” he said gently, scooping her up and laying her in the center of the bed.