Crossing the Line

by Jen Katemi

  “Yes.” I manage the whispered encouragement just before he recaptures my lips in another potent kiss.

  I admit, there was a part of me that didn’t want tonight to go well. I wanted to hate him, this Darcy, or Dominic, or whatever his name is. Someone who would dare to step into our lives and presume we would both drop everything and worship at his sexy feet. But he’s not like that, and this situation isn’t like that, and this kiss… It’s nothing like what I expected. The feel of his hard body against mine, his expert hand teasing my cock, and the unique texture and taste of his lips and tongue as he breaches my defenses, ramps up my need to a whole new level. Another groan forces its way up out of my throat at the same time as my anxiety materializes once again.

  I can’t do this. Not without Jules by my side.

  I push hard at his shoulders, breaking free of the kiss. I’m shocked at how ragged my breathing has become, and how close I am to releasing my load all over this stranger’s stomach. Blindly, I reach back toward Julia and she’s there instantly, her hand sliding into mine and gripping hard as if she knows exactly what I need.

  “I’m here, Tam. We’re in this together.” She slips an arm around each of us, and then Dominic is kissing me again, but so is Jules this time, and somehow this three-way thing works. We’re in a searching, probing, delicious threesome kiss that logic says shouldn’t feel this fucking good. But it does. It feels just right and I don’t ever want it to end.

  Jules is letting out these tiny whimpers that sound so goddamn sexy. It reminds me of the early days of our marriage. She used to make that sound when I entered her, and then again every time I thrust deep inside her channel. I love that sound. I love my wife so much. My hands shake, but I still manage to curl my fingers deeper into her dripping hair, cupping her scalp and keeping her as close as I can until finally our three-way kiss is broken.

  Dominic shudders and desire whips through me. I direct it toward Jules, tugging at her hair in a moment of restrained ferocity. She throws her head back, exposing her neck and I’m so close I detect the tiny pulse vibrating in that soft spot at the “v” of her collarbone. It entices me, that spot. I lick her skin, sampling her familiar flavor and feeling her heartbeat right on the tip of my tongue. Her life force here in my mouth. She tastes like citrus. It’s the hotel soap, some kind of floral and orange concoction that smelled fresh and clean and enticing when we first opened the packet, and now seems to have soaked into her pores. I lick her again, then nuzzle down from her neck until I reach the swell of her left breast. Her nipple is poking toward me, nudging teasingly at my lips, and I open my mouth and take her in, suckling just the way she likes it.

  She staggers and I hear a breathy little, “Yes!”

  My heart swells with need and I suckle even harder. Dominic steadies us both with a firm hand and then briefly disappears. He’s back before I can query his absence, and again I feel that strong hand against me, only this time his touch is slick with the lather of soap.

  He cups my arse, squeezes the globe of my butt cheek, and then dips a sneaky finger deep into the crevice and out again. My balls twitch in response. He does it again, going deeper this time and I let out an involuntary grunt against Jules’ breast. Out of the corner of my eye I catch his satisfied grin.

  Bastard. He knows exactly what effect that has on my libido.

  Dominic’s other hand teases at my wife’s right breast, sliding talented fingers over her generous flesh and lathering until a floral citrus smell seems to permeate everything. I lift my head, curious to catch her response. Her head is still tilted back, her eyes closed and lips parted. Her mouth is pink and swollen, perhaps from the force of our three-way kiss. She looks like a sexy goddess, not like my wife at all, and my legs suddenly buckle beneath me. I slide down Julia’s body slick with moisture and soap suds, and end up on my knees on the slippery tiles at her feet.

  My mouth is inches from her pussy. I part the fleshy folds to expose the rosy nub within, and lean in to taste her familiar treasure. When I flick my tongue across her clit she shudders and lets out a hoarse growl. It’s strange to hear her make any noise—she’s usually so quiet. I do it again, and clutching fingers grab at my hair. Jules is urging me to go harder and it’s impossible to resist. I lick and suck at her clit, delighting in my wife’s flavor and the unfamiliar sounds coming out of her mouth far above me. Her thighs frame my head and their trembling becomes more obvious the longer this goes on. She’s close to climax. I know her so well that I can tell when she’s almost ready to come. That ragged panting is perfection. I slip one of my fingers along her seam, seeking her channel entrance and enjoying the slick wetness within. I’m about to lean in and taste her once again when Dominic shifts and his hard cock, which had been contained against Julia’s hip while he continued to work on her breast, springs free and almost pokes me in the eye.

  I’ve never seen an erection this close before. The flesh is an angry red punctuated by meandering purple vein lines, and even here in the shower, when we’re more or less all wet, there’s a quality to the shine on the rounded tip that differentiates it from water. Pre-cum. It squeezes out of me when I’m fully aroused, and I sometimes brush the tip of my cock over Julia’s breasts and suck on them to experience the taste. Now the opportunity for the real thing is right here in front of my eyes, and yet I hesitate. This is real, not fantasy.

  “Do it, Tam.” Julia’s insistent voice from above washes over me as easily as the water. I look up and she’s staring down, an eager smile lifting her beautiful lips as she waits for my action. Beside her, Dominic’s intense blue eyes seem to be willing me just as strongly.

  “This is crossing a line, babe.” I address both of them, but I’m speaking primarily to Jules. From this point onward, there might not be any way to turn back.

  She laughs, a bubble of delighted noise that fills the room, and my heart, with sudden joy. “We did that when we agreed to this, Tam. Go on. What are you waiting for?”

  Cross the line.

  Mingling with the familiar fragrance of Jules is the musky, more masculine scent of Dominic, and overlaying it all is the heady perfume of citrus. Sensory overload. My heart is pounding and my cheeks are hot. It’s now, or never. I slip one arm around Julia’s legs, holding her like an anchor to my reality, and with my free hand I reach out and grip Dominic’s hard flesh in my fist. So familiar, and yet so different. He’s slightly wider in girth, though we’re probably about the same length. Thank God! If he were more impressive than me in the cock-length department … yeah. I admit it. I’m a little relieved.

  In the end it’s easy. I simply lean in and his dick slides into my mouth as if I’ve been doing this forever. The taste is divine. Like my own juices sampled off Julia’s flesh, but with a subtle difference that I can’t quite pinpoint. His flesh is hot and hard and he fills my mouth to bursting. He pushes deeper until the head of his cock is part way down my throat. I’m about to gag, but just as I’m convinced I can’t do this a second longer he pulls back and the choking feeling recedes. I move my tongue experimentally, not quite sure what to do, and then I hear Dominic chuckling above my head. Jules is laughing again, too, a genuine light giggle that shakes her whole body, and I cease what I’m doing and scowl up at them.

  “What the hell?”

  “You know what to do, Tam.” Dominic’s words are laced with amusement. “Just go with your gut instinct. What do you like when Jules does it to you? Do what you like and I can pretty much guarantee I’ll enjoy it.”

  He’s right. Of course he’s right. I have my own cock, for fuck’s sake, and I know exactly what I like in that regard. I take him again deep into my mouth and throat, this time a lot more aggressively. I start massaging his erection with my tongue and nipping at it with my teeth, at the same time sucking hard and vigorously, up and down, in and out. I add my hand, my fist, my fingers, too, until I’m working him exactly the way Jules does it to me. His cock jerks and feels suddenly bigger, so hard and full in my mouth that I k
now I’m doing it just the way he likes it. The taste of him is so much more delicious than anything I could ever have imagined. In this, reality wins the contest over fantasy.

  His groans and shudders when I pop him free and blow on the tip, then shove him back into my mouth, are all the reward I need. “Yes.” The word is drawn out and low, as if forced up from some deep, dark place inside him. “That’s … yeah, man. That’s so fucking good…”

  As much as I love this completely new experience, I want to taste Jules again, too. I love eating her out, though she doesn’t let me do it so much these days. I slide Dominic free of my mouth and slip my other hand, the one that is wrapped around my wife’s hips, into her slit from the rear. She gasps, a quick intake of breath, which releases slowly in an encouraging moan as I find and tease first her asshole, then her channel entrance with my fingertips.

  Dominic shifts back a touch, giving me more room, and I dart between them, licking at Julia’s clit and edging my fingertips into her channel, then sucking at Dominic’s cock, up and down, super-fast, until both of them are shuddering and moaning. It’s all down to me. The power is heady, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t believe it took us this long to discover the pleasures of a threesome.

  More. I need more.

  ****

  Julia

  It shouldn’t be that titillating to watch my husband with another man’s erect penis in his mouth, but it is. Tam’s hesitation, his fumbling exploration, and then the sudden rush of confidence, is such a turn-on. It’s not just my clit that is aching. It feels like my whole sex—every inch of it, not just the little button at its center—is unbearably heavy and crying out for release. Tam’s fingers continue to trace a smooth line in between my butt cheeks, grazing briefly across my anal sphincter which contracts every time. Again, he finds and breaches my sex channel, and the ripple of pleasure flares out until my whole body is shaking so hard I fear I might collapse onto the tiled shower base.

  Dominic lurches forward and captures one of my breasts in his mouth at the exact same moment Tam tastes my clit for the second time. I let out a moan that sounds more like a strangled cat than a woman in the throes of pleasure. Have I forgotten how to express myself during sex?

  “Oh my, that’s … oh …” I can’t even formulate words to explain how good that feels. My husband is laving my clit with his tongue, nibbling with his teeth, releasing me and blowing across the hot flesh before taking me once again into his mouth. All the while Dominic is suckling on my nipple, circling the tip with his tongue and tracing the flesh with short, teasing finger strokes.

  Waves of pleasure ripple over me, making me even weaker. I can’t stand upright on my own any longer. I collapse back against the shower wall, panting like I’ve run a marathon, and both men stop what they’re doing.

  No! I want them back. Both of them.

  “Time for bed,” Dominic says, and Tam nods before standing up and turning off all the shower faucets. The fact that they now seem to be working in tandem raises my desire levels even higher. All of us tumble out of the shower onto the thick bath mat, and then I’m being towelled dry by not one but two sets of willing hands wielding luxuriously thick towels. This is heaven, surely? On some level I feel a little silly, as if I’m a helpless baby. But as they probe and explore all my nooks and crannies, making sure I’m dry all over, there’s an almost overwhelming sense of being cherished by not one, but both of these men. The unusual experience, and the gentleness in their touch, incites unexpected tears.

  Then they are drying themselves off, assisting each other with an occasional shared grin that causes a lump in my throat. He’s nice, and Tam seems to like him, too.

  I stand quietly, waiting until they’re ready, and then Dominic lifts me into his arms and carries me through to the bedroom. He does it as easily as if I weigh nothing at all, which is definitely not the case after two kids and a lifetime of enjoying gourmet food and drink. Thank goodness he has the wide shoulders and hard muscles of a football player. All I need is an armed forces cap, and I could be Debra Winger being carried into the factory by Richard Gere, only … we’re both fully naked, and my husband is flanking us, watchful and hungry.

  Dominic deposits me gently in the middle of the wide bed, then climbs onto the mattress beside me. Tam looks like a panther on the prowl as he climbs onto the bed from the opposite direction and stalks across the mattress on all fours to position himself on my other side. In moments, I’m cocooned by their bodies, which are warm and still damp from the shower. The delicious scent of them wafts over me. Each man smells slightly different to the other—their own unique scent overlaid by the bouquet of shower soap. Tam is familiar, both in his delicious scent and the feel of his long, lean body pressing against me, but Dominic is mysterious and enticing in a completely different way.

  For some reason I expected them to feel the same. I mean, physically. Two guys, with hard-ons. And yet they don’t. My husband’s physical presence is comforting. Just right. Dominic is more heavily muscled, so firm that it seems almost impossible to cuddle in to him, and yet when he curves around me like that our bodies seem to fit. Also just right.

  Tam leans up on one elbow and stares down at me and Dominic immediately does the same.

  “Okay, Jules?” Tam’s eyes are darkened, intent, checking no doubt for regret. He won’t find it in my expression or features. Sandwiched between the two of them like this, I’ve never felt more safe or protected than I do at this moment.

  I reach up and caress his cheek. “More than okay, Tam.”

  Then I turn to Dominic to include him in this request. “Please, gentlemen, kiss me again.”

  They immediately comply, and once again I’m transported to that magical place where sensation is everything and my brain stops functioning rationally for a while. The slip and slide of lips, and questing tongues, darting in and out of moist heat, is everything I could have hoped for. I give in to the exquisite sense of loving and being loved. It’s like every cell in my body is suddenly wide awake and screaming with exhilaration. With life. With the need for blessed release. I love this kiss.

  As it goes on, their tiny moans and groans start penetrating my sensory fog and it increases the pleasure ten-fold. Are some of those primitive sounds mine? I can’t tell. Every time one of us shudders or groans, it reverberates through our delicate oral connection and it’s as if all of us have made the sound, or the movement. Three is now one, and I just can’t get enough.

  When a hand reaches between my legs and begins to stroke, I break free of the kiss, sucking in my breath and holding it. My back arches involuntarily at the pleasure spiraling outward, and I can’t stop the convulsion that rolls right across me. “Yes! More!” I don’t even sound like me. My voice is husky, demanding, and then I feel a second hand there on my mound, deft fingers widening my slit so that another hand can creep more easily along my seam and find my channel entrance.

  They’re working in tandem again, and now I have Dominic mouthing one of my breasts and Tam the other. One—I don’t know which—is working my clit with a practiced finger stroke, while the other, the one who is teasing my entrance with those dancing strokes, pushes gently until my pussy lips give way and one, two, no three fingers slide right up inside my channel. I’m bucking under their ministrations. I can’t take this much longer. Twice the agonizing pleasure. The pressure is building fast until my whole body feels as if it’s about to explode into a million pieces. I don’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. I’m almost sobbing, so loud that surely the people in the next room will hear us.

  “Forget anyone else. Just go with it, my love.” Tam’s mouth has left my breast and his voice croons in one ear. He knows me too well.

  Dominic whispers in the other ear. “Come, baby. We want your cum all over our hands. Wet us with your pussy juice, babe. Yeah, that’s it, let yourself go.”

  He’s too good at this, they’re too good and I can’t hold on any longer. I can’t. “O
h, my God. Yes!” My body explodes in a massive orgasm that has me bucking between them like a lunatic. A tortured keening sound erupts from my chest and spews out into the room. Then one of the fingers still seated inside me presses against a particular spot and I see stars and start to come all over again. How is this even possible? The sensations roll through me in gigantic waves and I let out an agonized scream and fall completely over the edge of the abyss into blissful darkness.

  ****

  Tam

  “Jules, hon, are you all right?” She screamed! I’ve never heard her scream before. And she looks completely out of it. Almost … unconscious. She’s never had an orgasm that powerful, at least, with me. A sliver of jealousy shards my chest, and I try to tamp it down. I should be thrilled for her. I am thrilled for her. Then why am I wishing I could have done it, without him?

  Finally she shifts, blinking a little, then slowly opens her eyes. The widest smile I’ve ever seen lights up her face as she stares first into my eyes, then over toward Dominic. “That was … amazing. Thank you.” She stretches between us, and Dominic chuckles and reaches out a lazy finger to trace around her lips.

  “We’re not finished yet, love. This is only the beginning.”

  No kidding. I’m so hard and ready to come my erection is leaking like a sieve all over Julia’s thigh. I can see the shiny trail on her other leg where Dominic’s cock is doing the same. We’re both ready for more. Way more. But with three of us, how is this going to play out?

  “What … um…” I clear my throat and try again. “How … ah—?” I look at Dominic, feeling helpless. How the hell does this ménage thing work?

  In the end it isn’t Dominic who directs the play, it’s Jules. “Stand up, both of you.” Her tone is commanding and without thinking I comply. Dominic responds almost as quickly, shuffling across the mattress to stand beside me. Jules shifts until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed in front of us. “Now I get to try something I’ve always wanted.” She hooks one of her arms around my thighs and draws me close, and then does the same with her other arm to him. “Kiss him, Dominic. He needs to stop worrying so much.”