The Stagers

by The Stagers (lit)

  “I think we did enough for tonight. Just remember, you owe me an over-the-side fuck. One where I get to fondle your ass cheeks while inside you.”

  They lay beside each other for a long moment. Too long, she decided. Usually after they had sex, he was up and moving, cleaning up and dressing before the situation got awkward. Tonight, he seemed content to just relax beside her.

  She rolled to her bed stand and grabbed the television remote, flicking on the rest of the game. He rolled to his side, pulling tissues from the bed stand box and disposing of the used protection in the wastebasket. When the game came back on after the commercial, they were both surprised to hear her team had actually made a major comeback to win.

  “Don’t gloat,” Van teased.

  “I’m too sated to gloat.” Farrin wanted to tuck herself against his body and relax into a deep sleep. When she was finally getting up the courage to do just that, he stretched beside her and rose. He paused to drop a kiss on her forehead before heading to her bathroom. She heard water running and knew their night was over.

  What she couldn’t forget was how intense he’d studied her while he pumped inside her. Their gazes met and held, each thrust a silent message. For her, in all her life she’d never connected with another man on this level. Even during her marriage, they never achieved that level of intimacy. They fucked with regularity but never with the intensity she’d found tonight with Van.

  “I owe you a sex act,” he said, coming from her bathroom. “Next time, you get to choose.”

  “I’m quite content,” she said then smiled, “for now, anyway. I’ll think about what I want and let you know.”

  The mattress dipped from his weight as he kneeled beside her. His mouth captured each nipple and tugged lightly. He slid his hands along her stomach and hips. She rose up to meet him and with her hand over his, guided it so his index and middle fingers slid back inside her pussy. Farrin let out a groan and shifted under him, taking his fingers deeper to the spot she knew would release her.

  Van followed her lead, kissing her lips while letting her maneuver his hand. He added his thumb to circle her clit. With only a few strokes, she’d come again, a small, unmistakable shudder running through her body.

  “Good night, Farrin.” He drew his hand from her body, and she grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean.

  “Good night, Van, be careful driving home.” She started to rise to let him out, but he playfully pushed her back.

  “I’ll lock up. You stay and go to sleep.”

  “See you tomorrow,” she whispered, letting sleep overtake her calm, sated mind. She heard the door close and tugged a pillow closer to her chest, imagining it was his body still tucked to her.

  “Damn, that man can fuck,” she said aloud, letting sleep overtake her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It was a unanimous decision not to take the job in the Florida Keys. Lyle and Van decided, after much number crunching, that they couldn’t do the necessary repairs and stage the home on the budget they were offered. Farrin was actually glad. She wouldn’t have to spend time there wondering what it would be like to have it be her home. The next weeks flew by, several small staging jobs keeping them busy.

  On the following Friday, a package arrived at the warehouse by a private messenger, addressed to her and Lyle. They hurried to his private office and pulled at the packaging like kids on Christmas morning. Inside the large box was a note.

  Farrin and Lyle,

  My turn to stage an evening.

  Saturday, my house, seven PM.

  Van.

  They tore back the layers of tissue paper to find their presents. The first layer was a pair of white satin boxer briefs. Lyle pulled them out and held them to his waist, then ran them along his cheek, telling her how soft and cool the material felt. She tossed the next layers of tissue aside and pulled out a sleek, white chemise with satin trim. Under the last layers of tissue were two lengths of white silk cording and two blindfolds, both white to match.

  “Am I supposed to be a virgin?” she quipped.

  “I hope so, and me, too.” He pulled out a length of cording, wrapping it around his neck and reached for a blindfold, holding it cover his eyes.

  “How are we going to get though the rest of the day and all day tomorrow?” Lyle asked, his free hand automatically dropping to his hardened cock, giving it a slight tug.

  “You won’t. That I know for sure.” Without advanced planning, she walked to his office door and shut it, locking it before she moved back beside him. “Let me help ease your wait.”

  Initiating sex with Lyle had never been one of her fantasies. Today, it felt right. She was finding closeness with him she hadn’t realized they could attain. She’d only had sex with Lyle while with Van, but this didn’t seem wrong. Rather, it felt like a natural step. She slept with Van alone. Why not enjoy Lyle, too?

  Farrin moved to the desk chair, grabbing his hand and drawing him with her. She sat and turned him so his butt leaned against his desk. Her deft fingers undid his pants and pushed the material clear of his cock.

  It still amazed her that she wanted to suck his cock. That she was enjoying the act with Lyle and Van. She knew it was because they accepted her attentions without assuming she’d suck them. In her past, her husband had always pushed her down and expected the act. Then he’d fuck her until he came. Only occasionally would he lick her pussy or finger her until she was ready. It was liberating to want to do this particular act. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it.

  Lyle’s cock was thinner and a bit shorter than Van’s, but his enthusiasm still surprised her. He gave her complete control of his body and cock. Sucking him between her lips, she felt his body quiver. She continued to lavish him with her attentions. He accepted what she gave, not pressuring her. His hips rose to meet her lips, but he never tried to take over.

  “I’m going to come, Farrin.”

  She glanced up, her lips still surrounding his hardened flesh. Her hands on his hips held him where she wanted him. She sucked her index finger alongside his cock, wetting it before she slipped it in his anus. Lyle groaned loudly. His body froze for a second, and then he came down her throat.

  “Damn it, Farrin. That was amazing. Do it again.”

  “That will have to hold you until tomorrow night.” She licked his cock clean and didn’t try to pull his pants back in place. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, at Van’s.” She tucked the chemise, a length of cording, and one of the blindfolds in the box. Heading for his office door, she hesitated. “Do you have any idea what he has in mind?”

  “Not a clue, but I’ll take what comes.”

  “As long as it’s you, right?”

  “Of course.” He chuckled. “Go home and rest up.”

  “You too,” she said, closing the door tightly behind her.

  Stopping in her office to gather her purse, she took the chemise and carefully folded it back between several layers of tissue paper, adding her blindfold and cording, placing it in her carry all. That night, she didn’t allow herself to think about what Van’s plan was. She kept busy cleaning her condo.

  The next day, she went to the salon, had her hair cut and styled, and decided to let her normal bikini wax go a bit further. By the time she left the salon, her pussy was completely bare of all hair instead of the small, trimmed stripe of curling hair she normally sported.

  The rest of the day, all she could think about was what Van would say when her bald pussy was revealed. With every touch of material to her clit and lips, she moistened more. That afternoon, she thought to nap and paused, lying naked on her bed, smoothing her skin with lotion. She found herself using two fingers to satisfy her lust.

  With her eyes closed, she imagined what she’d look like in all white. Virginal, she decided, until he’d lift the hem and find her bare pussy. Clenching her thighs, the moist heat flooded from within. With a resigned sigh, she turned and pulled her dildo from the draw.
Her fingers made circles against her clit while she sucked the plastic phallus. When it was slick, she pushed it between her lips, her pussy accepting it readily. One hand pinched her own nipple. The other worked the toy in her pussy. She was so close to coming, but orgasm was still elusive, so she left the toy to weigh her pussy and slid her wet finger in her anus. At first she stilled, her body adjusting to the intrusions. A harder pinch to her nipple and she slid her finger in and out of her anus as if it were a small cock. With the toy still embedded, she imagined Lyle’s cock in her pussy and Van’s up her ass. That image pushed her over the edge, and she came with abandon, her head thrashing from side to side as she used her other hand to pump the dildo in her pussy.

  “Damn,” she whispered, amazed at her relaxed attitude about satisfying herself. Generally, it was an exercise in futility. Since meeting her men, it became a static wellbeing that resonated through her body. She realized it was a feeling of contentment. She napped until the alarm woke her at five to shower. She grabbed a light snack, so she wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach.

  * * * *

  Arriving promptly at seven, she had butterflies in her stomach at the concept of what might happen tonight. While she’d tossed jeans and a T-shirt in her carry all, she wore only a large, navy blue smock-like dress she used to cover her clothing while she worked. Tonight, it made the perfect cover for the chemise. She’d chosen three-inch black pumps to finish her outfit. This was the most daring thing she’d ever done, going out in public half dressed. Her pussy was wet from all the ideas she’d dreamt up while dressing. Farrin wondered if they would be able to see her essence on her naked thighs when the time came.

  * * * *

  Lyle pulled his vehicle beside hers. He wore a sly grin she’d seen the night they played principle, librarian, and student. He wore shorts and a T-shirt with sandals.

  “Hi,” he said lightly, waiting for her to gather her purse. “Are you as excited as I am?”

  “Actually, I’m very relaxed,” she started and laughed at the grim look he gave her. “All right. I’m a bit nervous, but mainly about driving over here dressed like this.” He looked at her from head to toe and smiled broadly. “You naughty girl. There’s nothing under that shirt, is there?”

  “Of course, I’m wearing my gift.”

  “Me too,” he confessed, letting his hand drop to his crotch, giving his cock a tug. He reached to take her arm. “Ready?”

  “Yes.” Van opened the door before they got to it. He was a sight, she decided, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. Lyle let out a wolf whistle at the sight of him.

  “Come in, you two. Let’s get a drink.” His voice was calm and even. He waited to lock the door behind them and ushered them to the poolside. It was beautiful, Farrin decided. Twinkling lights lit up the yard and patio area. The underwater pool lights were on, reflecting the rippling water.

  “I decided on margaritas tonight. Either of you prefer something different?”

  “Not me. Margarita night it is,” Lyle answered.

  “That’s fine with me, too.” Suddenly she was nervous. She put her bag on the patio near the back door and hesitated. With a deep breath, she reminded herself she could end this whenever she wanted, if she wanted. Accepting a glass of the cold concoction from Van, he proposed a toast.

  “To good friends,” he said, and everyone agreed, clinking their glasses before taking their first sips.

  “I feel over dressed,” Lyle said, putting his aside. He kicked off his sandals and tugged his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it toward a lounge chair while dropping his shorts. One step and he was out of them. “Well, what do you think, Van?” He turned in a circle showing off his boxers.

  “You look just right for tonight, Lyle.”

  Both men glanced to her. “Okay,” she said, handing Van her drink. Each button was opened slowly, starting at the top. She shook the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the patio. Standing tall, she knew what the men saw. While the heels and the chemise gave her the illusion of being taller, the white cord was wrapped around her waist, tied in a loose knot. She used her fingers to comb back her hair before looking to them.

  “Wow,” Lyle said. “You look amazing.”

  “I’ll second that,” Van added, handing her glass back. It was all so natural, she almost laughed at the angst she’d started to feel.

  “So, we all look the part. Now it’s your turn to tell us what our parts are.” She looked directly at Van, and he smiled.

  “Do you trust me, Lyle?”

  “Of course, Van. I trust you implicitly.” He smiled at the other man, a half smile she’d seen before. Just like the day she watched the men fuck in the office.

  “Farrin, do you trust me in this situation? Are you comfortable?” Both men stared at her, and she was thankful the dark lighting hid the burning embarrassment flooding her cheeks and neck.

  “I’m comfortable so far. If the situation changes, I’ll let you know.” Van gave her a quick nod in acknowledgement. He walked to the seating area and sat in one of the chairs. “Lyle, why not top off our drinks?”

  “Of course, your wish is my command.” He went to the bar and grabbed the pitcher, pausing to refill each of their glasses.

  “Come and stand before me, both of you.”

  Farrin noted the slight change in Van’s tone and knew the game had begun. “Do you have the rest of your gifts?”

  “Of course,” Lyle pulled the blindfold and cording from his shorts pocket. She was wearing her cord knotted at her waist as a belt and drew the blindfold from the large pocket in her discarded shirt.

  “Farrin, please use the cord to tie Lyle’s hands behind his back.” She put her drink on the table and waited while he took a last sip of his.

  “Lyle, you okay with this?” she asked, stepping behind him, running the cording between her hands. His body shivered, and he smiled broadly.

  “Absolutely, tie me up, Farrin.” He placed his hands behind his back and stared at Van. She took a step behind him and wrapped the cording around his wrists, tying it solidly so it wouldn’t slip.

  Van stood and walked toward them. “Kiss for me,” he said, wrapping an arm around each of their waists, bringing them closer. Lyle kissed Farrin lightly at first then relaxed and began to kiss her fully. Van’s hands roamed over each of their backs and shoulders as they kissed. She used her hands to angle Lyle’s lips to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

  As they relaxed and began to enjoy the intimate act, she let her hands drop to each man’s crotch. Through the opening in their boxers, she took each of their cocks in hand, stroking them back and forth. Lyle hitched his hips forward while Van stood still, enjoying her manipulations. Van pushed the strap of her chemise off her shoulder, baring her breast. The night air made her nipple pucker. Van’s lips attaching to it made her pussy pulse. She groaned as he lavished her tit, still kissing Lyle’s mouth and manipulating both their erections.

  They were hard, and she shivered with anticipation at the idea of bringing them both to orgasm. Without prompting, she dropped her hands. Lyle let out a groan of disappointment.

  “Relax, gentlemen.” She took a cushion from one of the seats and dropped it in front of the men, lowering herself to her knees before them. Their hardened cocks bobbed in the night air, sticking through the opening in their boxers. Farrin took each man in hand and began to stroke them. First she licked Van then Lyle. Back and forth between the two, she settled on her heels, and started to make love to their erections. Each drop of pre-cum was lapped up greedily.

  Farrin never knew she could become so relaxed. Both men stood tall, accepting her mouth and hands. She glanced up and knew she never wanted this to end. As she looked back to their crotches, she glanced down and saw her breast exposed. It was just another level of excitement, she decided, baring herself before them. Then she remembered she still had the best surprise to come.

  “Farrin, finish off Lyle, please.” Van sounded so formal, s
he almost laughed, but concentrated on bringing Lyle to orgasm. With little effort, he sighed and shot his load down her throat.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, a broad smile on his lips.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Lyle, finish me,” Van said and broadened his stance, his feet planted shoulder-width apart. Lyle eagerly dropped down and captured Van’s cock between his lips. “That’s right, Lyle. Use your mouth. Don’t rely on your hands.”

  Farrin moved closer to Van’s side and began kissing his chin and throat. From small nips to light licks, she flicked her tongue against his flat nipple. Over and over she continued until she sucked it between her lips. She felt Van tense, but he didn’t move. Lyle sat back and released Van’s cock from his lips.

  “Do that again, Farrin. He just surged in my mouth.” Lyle swallowed the cock again, and she sucked harder. Van dropped one hand to Lyle’s head, softly guiding him. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers just missing the touch to her breast she wanted.

  “Make me come,” Van uttered. His hips jutted forward, and his arm went around her shoulders, holding her in place. When he came, his whole body shuddered.

  “Thank you, Lyle.” Van reached to help him stand and kissed him squarely on the mouth. The men shared his essence in a hot kiss that had her pussy melting a notch further. She hoped it would be her turn soon. When they broke the kiss to breathe, Van retrieved their glasses and handed her one. He held the other and brought it to Lyle’s lips to sip, sharing the drink. It didn’t go unnoticed by Lyle that her breast was still exposed.

  “May I suck on her tit?” Lyle asked, glancing first to Van and then to her for permission. Van answered he could, and Lyle moved closer to Farrin. His lips greedily sucked her nipple, his motions going directly to her crotch. With his hands still tied, she controlled how much of her breast he could suck. She found she was pushing herself harder against his lips, her hand finally coming around to hold his head in place.