by Elia Winters
“That’s me and Becca.” Jo had walked up beside him and waved a hand toward the collection.
“So she’s part of the family, huh?”
Jo shrugged a shoulder. “Sometimes.” She smiled. “Becca’s a lesbian. She and Stephan are friends, but not more than that.”
“But she’s on your photo wall.”
“Well, yeah.” Jo smiled. “She’s a big part of my life.”
He followed as she took them down the hall, pointing out the rest of the rooms, finishing in the spare bedroom.
Jo put her hands in her pockets. “We also use it as an office, but it’s good when Becca stays over, or we get guests.” As they followed Jo back down the hallway to the living room, Stephan called them in for dinner.
“Perfect timing.” Jo walked into the large kitchen and kissed Stephan on the lips. Stephan wore a raglan with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, and he was also wearing a yellow apron with polka dots.
Sam smiled. “Nice apron.”
Stephan looked down at himself and then grinned. “What? Polka dots are gender neutral, dude.”
Over chicken cordon bleu roulades, steamed green beans, and roasted potatoes, Sam started to think this was too good to be true. “Do you eat like this every night?”
Stephan and Jo started laughing together. “Hell no.” Jo looked over at Stephan. “He likes to cook fancy, but we never do it unless we have an excuse. If other people are coming over, he’s got an excuse.”
“Damn straight. Don’t want to waste all this talent on just us.”
Jo wrinkled her nose. “Fuck you.”
Stephan chuckled. “You know I’ll always cook fancy for you.”
“Bullshit you will! You cook fancy for our friends and you cook normal for me.”
He gestured to her with his fork. “Well, my normal is still better than average, so I think you win.”
Jo rolled her eyes in a parody of dramatic exasperation and looked over at Sam and Abby. “He’s lucky that he’s so talented, or I would throw him out on his ass. But he’s pretty good with his mouth, so I keep him.” She waggled her eyebrows at Abby and cast her a mischievous grin. “Right, Abby?”
Abby fumbled her fork, dropping it onto her plate with a loud clatter. She looked up at Jo with an appalled expression on her face before turning to Sam, who could not stop from grinning. God, she was adorable. At his expression, she started to laugh, too, putting a hand on her forehead and staring down at her plate. “You guys are all a bunch of assholes. I can’t believe you just brought that up while we’re eating dinner.”
“You’ve got to excuse my wife.” Stephan, sitting across from Abby, reached out and touched her free hand where it was sitting next to her plate. She looked up at him and then turned her hand to let him hold hers. A small gesture of intimacy, and rather than sparking Sam’s anxiety, it settled him. Watching Abby and Stephan felt sweet, and he hadn’t expected that. “Jo has absolutely no sense of propriety,” Stephan said.
“And that’s why you love me.” Jo grinned at Stephan and winked. Stephan was still holding hands with Abby, and Jo seemed completely undisturbed. Abby released his hand and picked up her fork again. Smiling, she returned to her dinner, and the conversation turned to the snowstorm that was predicted for later that week. Apparently sex was just something they were going to joke about now and then with no real repercussions. It was…strange, actually, how normal it felt.
They all helped clean up after dinner, putting dishes into the dishwasher and storing leftovers, despite Stephan and Jo’s attempts to shoo them into the living room where they wouldn’t have to help. Helping felt more natural. When they finally went into the living room, Stephan had already started a fire in the fireplace, cozy on this frosty night. They had a big soft throw rug and cushions in front of the fireplace, and Abby was drawn to it like a magnet, sitting down on a cushion with her back to the fire and sighing like a contented cat. Jo stretched out on the couch, leaning her back against Stephan, and Stephan sat beside her with one arm absentmindedly draped over her shoulder. Sam ended up settling down in the armchair, close enough to Abby where he could reach out and lightly brush his fingers through her loose red hair. She was lovely in the firelight.
Opening her eyes, she looked over at Sam with a sated indolence. “How can we get one of these in our house?”
“We save up a lot of money.”
Sam stretched out his own legs toward the fire, crossing Abby’s, until she pushed them away.
“Get your feet off me.” Grinning, she shifted into a more comfortable position away from his feet. “Well, if we can’t afford it yet, we’ll just have to come over here and steal the fireplace from Stephan and Jo.”
“You can’t just steal our fireplace.” Jo gave them a look of mischief, like the one she’d given them at the kitchen table. Clearly an instigator, that Jo. “You have to have something to barter with.”
“Oh, is that so?” Abby leaned back, supporting herself on her arms, and tipped her head to the side. “So what do you folks accept?”
“Hmm.” Jo looked at Stephan. “Hon, what do we accept in barter?”
Stephan waggled his eyebrows. “That’s a pretty loaded question, don’t you think?” The tension sizzled, like any minute now things were going to escalate, but they sat there at the precipice of where this evening was definitely going. This was a hell of a place to be, imagining what might come next and ready to roll with it. Sam had no real idea what, if anything, Jo and Stephan had planned, but this moment was about to happen, and he was ready for whatever it might be.
“You know…” Stephan looked over at Jo, who was watching with the kind of contented interest of a satisfied cat. She seemed smug, knowing where this was headed.
“I know what?” She tipped her head back to look up at him.
“I’m not the only one good with my mouth. Abby is pretty damn impressive.” He smirked.
Rather than blushing like usual, Abby laughed, and Sam felt a rush of pride that surprised him.
“Oh?” Jo leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder and looked up at him. “I think I’d like to watch that.” She turned to look at Abby, who was still gaping and blushing and, inexplicably, smiling broadly. “You know, Abby, Sam’s right over there.”
Abby looked up at Sam, and her eyes filled with longing, not embarrassment, but that consuming lust he loved to see on her. Slowly, she shifted up onto her knees and inched over to where he sat, licking her lips, and she was actually going to do this. Fuck, that took his cock from half hard to aching in no time, and by the time she got his zipper down, he sighed with the relief of having his erection freed from his clothes.
Abby’s hot, wet mouth on his cock made him gasp and grip the armrests of the chair. He was getting a blow job in front of his friends, and they were watching like this was the most fascinating thing in the world. Stephan reached an arm over Jo’s shoulder and ran his thumb across her nipple through her shirt, making her shift more into his touch and sigh. Sam looked away from them to look down at Abby, who was bobbing her head on his erection like she couldn’t get enough of him. He didn’t want to come yet, but it took all his self-control to hold off. Jo whispered something to Stephan before Stephan got up off the couch and knelt behind Abby on the floor. She lifted off Sam’s cock in surprise, obviously feeling someone behind her. Stephan was there, waiting, and he cupped her face and brought her mouth to his. Watching another man kiss his wife was…unbelievable. She made this soft whimpering noise into Stephan’s mouth, and Stephan started to pull at her clothing. Abby let him tug her sweater off, then the undershirt she wore, and he unfastened her bra with ease. She looked first up at Sam, then over at Jo, and then closed her eyes entirely as Stephan cupped both her breasts and began to caress them.
“Abby, your breasts are gorgeous.” Stephan kissed her down her neck, and she shifted so she was leaning back against Sam’s legs, her head lolling against his knee. Stephan worked quickly on the rest of her clothes while s
he breathed raggedly, dazed, reaching down to help when he couldn’t get her jeans off. Before Sam could fully process what was happening, Abby was naked on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, and Stephan had leaned down and taken one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched up, body tensing and relaxing with each stroke of sensation.
Jo had unzipped her jeans and slid one hand down the front of her pants, lazily touching herself with a relaxed expression on her face. She nodded her head toward what was happening on the floor, one eyebrow raised, and Sam licked his lips. Abby turned her head to the side, her expression dazed. She opened her eyes and gasped; Stephan had tucked a hand between her legs, and although Sam couldn’t see exactly what Stephan was doing, he could definitely see the effect it was having on Abby. She was beautiful. Blissed-out, slowly dragged through her own arousal by someone else, she was the picture of perfection. Sam reached down to pinch the nipple that Stephan wasn’t currently sucking and biting, making her squirm anew. She shifted her hips, arching into Stephan’s hand, making pleasant, soft moaning noises.
“Stephan.” Jo’s voice sounded clear and calm from the couch, maybe a little breathless. She didn’t stop touching herself as she talked to him, and everyone looked over at her, even Abby, who blinked a few times in a daze. “I want to watch you two fuck her.”
Jesus Christ. Abby gasped and then moaned as Stephan rubbed her again. Stephan turned to Abby. “I want you on my cock. Do you want that?”
Abby nodded. “Yes. Please.” She shivered. She looked up at Sam, turning her head, her eyes asking permission as if he hadn’t already given her permission.
Stephan pulled his hand away, putting his fingers in his mouth immediately. The sight of that made Abby laugh breathlessly. “I can’t think straight when I watch you do that.”
Stephan grinned. “That’s why I do it.”
Sam stroked his hand through Abby’s hair. “You should suck his cock.”
Abby licked her lips, paused, and nodded.
Her sweet upturned ass presented a welcome sight as she turned to Stephan, who was sitting on the floor already unbuckling his belt. Swatting his hands away, Abby took over, freeing his dick. She wasted no time bending down and taking him into her mouth. Sam never really got to listen to the noises Abby made when she sucked cock; he was always too worked up by the sensation of her tight, wet mouth around him. Now, watching Stephan close his eyes and tip his head back, he was able to fully concentrate on Abby’s small hiccuping moans and murmurs. Her pussy was right there, slick and aimed toward him, barely visible between her thighs. When he leaned over, he was able to easily slide two fingers into her warm wetness.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Jo’s voice from the couch made Sam turn. She was half undressed, her jeans pushed down around her thighs, one hand dipping in and out of her folds as she watched the sight on the floor in front of her. Sam turned his hand palm down, using his thumb to find Abby’s clit and rub against it as he pressed his fingers into her pussy. She shivered and shoved herself back against his hand, fucking his hand as she sucked Stephan’s cock. Another shifting noise from the couch, and Jo pulled her pants back around her hips and then stepped out of the room. Where was she going? She returned a moment later from down the hall, carrying something. She came and knelt down on the floor next to them, not close enough to touch, but it was still enough that Abby sat up abruptly, glassy-eyed and surprised. Sam took his hand away and let her sit back.
“It’s okay.” Jo held up the items, which were condoms and lube. Abby laughed, breathless.
“Yeah?”
“Of course.” Jo smiled lopsidedly.
Abby turned to face Stephan, who was already grabbing a condom, and then back to Sam, her expression questioning. Behind them, Jo cleared her throat, and they all looked over to the couch.
“You know, I think I have something to make this much more interesting.” From her fingers, she dangled a black blindfold.
…
With the blindfold on, Abby couldn’t see as she was walked down the hallway, presumably to the bedroom. It was definitely Sam’s hand in hers, his hand on the small of her back. Wearing the blindfold, she wasn’t even self-conscious about being naked in front of everyone. With the sexual stimulation temporarily stopped, her mind was settling back into place, letting her wonder about and anticipate what was to come.
No one spoke. She trusted the people she was with. When her legs hit the soft edge of a bed, she carefully climbed on, feeling the blankets already pulled back and the sheets exposed. The bed dipped on either side of her, and she imagined Jo sitting in the chair in the corner and watching, just like Sam had done before. But then there were hands on her body, hands she couldn’t see and could only feel, and she lay back and gripped the sheet below her and felt instead of thinking.
One mouth on her nipple, then another mouth on the other nipple, hot, wet, sucking and biting, unevenly paced and keeping her on the knife-edge of confusion. She thought she’d be able to tell the difference between the two men, but she couldn’t. It was just sensation, each moment coming too hard and fast for her to parse them out and separate them. Someone’s hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit, more aggressively than she usually did but also perfect. She couldn’t stop herself from making so many noises. Fuck, this had not been her exact fantasy, but why not? She should have spent way more time fantasizing about this.
She was being coaxed over onto her belly, so she rolled over, and then her hand was guided to a hard cock. Sam’s? It felt like Sam’s, but she couldn’t be sure, and that made it even hotter when she leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. Surprising how difficult it was to tell them apart without looking, with the scents mingling, but not knowing was even better. Especially when a hand on the side of her head guided her off that cock and onto another. She was sucking each of them in turn, and she felt like such a slut in the way that made her absolutely soaked between her legs.
“Good girl,” Sam crooned, and fuck, that could make her explode. She sat back and licked her lips, catching her breath and gathering herself.
Stephan’s voice sounded just as strung-out as Abby felt. “I want to fuck your wife.” He was talking to Sam, not to Abby, and that was a little crazy, that feeling of being used.
She laughed, feeling breathless and a little light-headed. “I want that.”
Jo’s voice reminded Abby she was there. “We all want that.”
Abby toyed with the blindfold. “I think I’m done with this.” She tugged it off. “I want to see what’s happening.” And, she had her own idea of what she wanted to happen. Normally, she’d been passive in this, and that had been part of the fantasy. But this was also her fantasy now, too. “Stephan, lie here.” She patted the bed, and he stretched out on his back. She eyeballed the distance between him and the edge of the bed, and had him scoot closer. Perfect. Now, where were the condoms? “Condoms? Where’s my purse?” She’d left everything in the other room.
Jo tossed her one, grinning. “There ya go.” Jo was still clothed, sitting in the corner chair, obviously enjoying the show. Abby was done feeling self-conscious. She handed the condom to Stephan, and when he had rolled it into place, she straddled his hips, kneeling and facing his feet instead of his head, then slid all the way down to take him into her with one smooth stroke.
Stephan gripped her hips from behind, fingertips digging into the soft flesh there, his body suddenly tensing beneath her. “Jesus. I wasn’t expecting that.”
He did have a really great cock. The hard length filled her up, and she naturally wanted to move on it, rocking back and forth. She gestured for Sam to stand in front of her, at the edge of the bed, letting her lean forward to take his shaft into her mouth. He gasped, grabbing her hair for stability for a moment, and then began to gently thrust. Beneath her, Stephan shifted his hips, filling her up with his cock, and she had Sam’s cock in her mouth, and she was stuffed from both ends. Holy shit. It was too much to concentrate on, too much sensation, compounded when S
am began pinching the nipples on her swinging breasts.
Stephan cursed. “Fuck. She squeezes me so hard when you do that.”
“Good.” Sam chuckled. He sounded breathless, too. Behind her, Stephan shifted, his cock suddenly pressing into her at a different angle. She lifted her mouth off Sam’s dick to see what was happening. Stephan had stolen some pillows to prop up his torso, and in this position, he could reach around over her hips and stroke her clit.
“Ohh.” She closed her eyes as a jolt of electricity ran through her body.
Stephan rubbed slowly, steadily. “Keep sucking him.”
Abby leaned forward, carefully, because this was more precarious than it had been, the alignment of their bodies changed by the angle. Before she closed her mouth over his cock head, she looked up at Sam. “You can be rough with me.”
His eyes went darker with lust. Smiling, she took his dick into her mouth again.
He carefully took her head between his hands, and she moaned her approval. Then, holding her steady, he began to thrust into her mouth.
Stephan began to thrust harder too, as much as he could in this position, and he rolled her clit in steady circles beneath his fingers. She could come like this, if only he’d go a little faster. He seemed to know, not increasing his pace, keeping soft and steady.
Stephan spoke to Sam. “When do you want me to make her come?”
“Damn.” Sam sounded right on the edge. “Are you holding her there?”
“I can feel her squeezing me. I can feel her getting close. Do you want to come first? You want to make her ask for it?” Stephan was so fucking deliberate.
“You hear that, sweetie?” Sam stroked her cheek, and she moaned around his dick, because God, this was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever felt. He pulled out, holding her under the chin. “That’s what I want. I want you to make me come. I want to come in that sweet mouth of yours, and I want you to do a good job. Otherwise, maybe we’ll just have to keep you all needy like this until we’re ready to go again.”