Crossing the Line

by Jen Katemi

  “I totally agree, Jules.” Amusement, and lust, color our companion’s voice.

  I cast a startled glance toward my wife, but she’s not looking up. She’s reaching for our matching hard-ons, drawing them in until we’re connected length to length. Then her head dips and I feel the delicious sensation of a moist tongue and lips start to work at my hot erection.

  I suck in a breath at the pleasurable sensation, and then one of Dominic’s large hands clutches at the back of my head as he pulls me in for a kiss. I can’t concentrate. Julia’s mouth is on my dick, and likely on his, too, and Dominic’s mouth is almost devouring mine with this kiss.

  It’s so different to when I kiss Julia. Her kisses are gentle, loving, and familiar. This is aggressive and hard, full of passion and a hint of what seems like desperation. Why is he desperate? He didn’t seem to be, earlier. The query enters my head and slips away again as he continues the onslaught in my mouth. There’s something about it that I just can’t resist. Blindly I reach out, finding Julia’s hair and sinking my fingers into the soft waves. I hold tight as if she’s my anchor. Somehow, I find my other hand knitted in Dominic’s hair, which is slightly longer than mine and just the right length to grip hard. Our kiss goes on, mouths mashing together as I lose myself in this delicious and sensual assault.

  Julia’s head plunges up and down beneath my palm and eventually I break off the kiss, needing to see her action firsthand. She uses both hands to pull our cocks out from our bodies and joins us at the tip, so it looks for a few moments as if we both belong to the same long erection. Julia runs her hands along the hunks of hard flesh, back and forth, in a fast and furious rhythm.

  I start to pant, seemingly unable to control the sound or the rhythm of my breathing, and I’m gratified when I hear that Dominic is as much on the edge of control as me. If she keeps this up I’m gonna come everywhere, all over him and Jules. The heat from his tip is turning mine to fire. It burns, and I swear I can’t do this much longer. My legs are turning weak and wobbly, and a groan rips out of my throat. “Jules … I …” My voice cracks. I can’t even speak anymore.

  When she suddenly separates our hard-ons and thrusts my erection so deep into her mouth that I hit the back of her throat, all I can do is make these weird inarticulate sounds and nod my head like a puppet. Oh, my God, yes. It feels so fucking good. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t keep this up. I’m about to pull out when her mouth disappears from my flesh and she swaps to Dominic. His head drops back and his eyes close and I know exactly how he’s feeling in this moment.

  “Yes! Oh, yes, Jules. That’s so … agh!” His guttural voice disappears into incoherent mumbles, and just like that, she’s back on me. She keeps switching between us, until I’m so close to losing my load I’m shaking. “Stop! You need to stop. Or…”

  She looks up then and when she meets my gaze her eyes are full of love. “Are you ready to fuck me now, gentlemen?” A hiss from Dominic and another groan from me are the affirmative response she needs. Hell yes, I’m ready to fuck my wife.

  But who gets prime spot? Dominic walks quickly toward the bathroom and returns with his discarded jeans. He fumbles in the pocket and pulls out a foil pack. “You need one, too, Tam?”

  I shake my head. I’ve only ever been with Jules, and she with me. He’s the only unknown, here. Julia takes my hand, drawing me back onto the bed. “Your choice how we do this, babe.” Her whisper is for my ears only, but I know Dominic has heard. He stops moving, waiting for us to sort out what we want.

  “What do you want, Jules?” I want to make her happy, but this night has thrown all my preconceived notions about how to do that out the window.

  “I want you, Tam. I love you.” Her simple words get me back on track and I move over my wife in the way I’ve done so many times in the past, positioning my eager cock at her channel entrance. She’s spread-eagled on the bed, pale limbs going every which way and her hair a tousled mess across the bedsheets. Her lips are swollen and glistening from our combined cock juices. I’ve never seen her look so beautiful.

  I thrust a little, testing her out, and she’s so wet and ready my whole tip slides in to the moist warmth of her channel’s embrace. But it doesn’t feel as right as it usually does. Something is missing. Looking down at Julia I can tell from her thoughtful expression that she’s feeling the same way.

  She glances over at Dominic and I follow suit. He’s still standing in the same spot, fingering the foil pack and watching us with a strange, almost wistful look in his eyes. It disappears the moment he realizes we’re looking, but it was there. I saw it. There’s something going on with this guy that he’s trying to conceal. A deep-seated sadness that I didn’t see until this very moment.

  Julia shifts beneath me and holds out her hand. “Dominic, you’re part of this, hon. Please join us.”

  He shuffles his bare feet and clears his throat, and for the first time I see a vulnerability—a loneliness—that wasn’t evident before. “Are you sure?”

  “She’s sure.” I cut across his query in a firm tone. For some reason I like this hesitant Dominic more than the confident one. “And so am I. Jeez man, join us! Before I waste my load on these pristine white sheets.”

  ****

  Dominic

  They look so beautiful together it makes me want to cry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. Not like I haven’t done this before, and yet my damn hands are shaking so bad I can hardly rip apart the pack and fit the condom. I manage it eventually, feeling about as awkward as a teen doing this for the very first time.

  There’s a bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table so I snag that and join this lovely couple on the bed. Tam has already staked his claim from the front so I shift in behind Jules when she and Tam roll obligingly onto their side.

  I know the exact moment Tam fully enters Jules. She shudders and lets out a gentle sigh, and again I feel the urge to weep. They just seem so perfect, as if there’s no room for me. I shake my head, trying to dispel this stupid emotional crap, and concentrate on Julia, and on my own need that right now is about ready to explode in a fountain of cum right across her back. I run one hand down her spine, my fingers following the little bumps of bone, until finally I reach the crevice splitting her butt cheeks.

  Time for some lubrication.

  I crack open the bottle, swallowing down a chuckle when I realize it’s actually brand new. Have these people seriously never done anything requiring lube? I urge one of her legs further up over Tam’s hip, and now I have the space to hold the bottle and drip it into her seam. She stiffens briefly then relaxes into it, and I can see Tam is holding still, not thrusting even though he’s seated deep inside his wife. They’re both holding their breath, waiting. For me.

  The power is heady and I position myself carefully, aware that this is new for her. I push, tentatively at first, then a little more firmly when I meet resistance, and as soon as my cock head is in I pull back. She cries out a little and I wait.

  “It’s fine,” she says in a breathless voice. “It’s weird. But good. I feel so full of man.” She lets out a tiny laugh that also sounds like a sob, but then she reaches back to find my hip and encourage movement. “Do it again, Dominic.”

  Slow. Gentle. I’m trembling with the need to thrust hard, but I don’t. I can’t. Not to this beautiful woman. Instead, I ease in as slowly as I can, sliding the tip in and then quickly out, and then again, and again, until finally my erection glides in a little more easily. This time I push slightly harder and Jules lets out a long moan and rocks her pelvis back and forth. “Oh, yes. That stings a bit. But it also feels so good.”

  Now it’s Tam who sucks in a startled breath.

  “I feel it, too.” There’s wonder in his voice, and as if he can’t help himself, he starts to drive deep into Julia’s body. There’s power behind Tam’s thrusting, unlike mine. I’m trying to keep my movements slow and gentle. I’m not going all the way in. She’s too small and tight, and clearly
she’s never had a man there before. Instead it’s more like an anal tease, giving Tam the space to glide strong and sure in and out of her pussy channel.

  My hands—in fact my whole body—won’t stop shaking. I try to distract myself by touching her soft skin, running my fingers up and down her body, reaching over to do the same to Tam and then back to Jules. She’s so warm beneath my touch, her skin slightly damp from the shower and slick with the sweat of our lovemaking. We all smell like citrus and the scent of sex. The rush of pleasure from scent alone is unexpected and my cock burns with the need for release. My instinct is to join Tam in thrusting hard, seating myself deep inside her body, and yet I know I can’t. She’s not ready for that. Not this time. Instead I continue to keep my movements tiny and controlled, just piercing her rim with the tip of my cock. The need for control is driving me insane. Stay focused. Keep things light and pleasurable for Jules… Oh my God, I can feel her body arching, tightening, getting ready to come … and then Tam’s breathing changes to more raspy, ragged inhalations and I know they’re both close… So close…

  She lets out a frustrated yell. “Just fuck me, Dom. Like Tam. Now!”

  A growl erupts out of my chest without me even being aware it was there, and there’s a familiar tightening as my balls draw up and the need to thrust hard almost overwhelms me. But I won’t… I have to keep it gentle… Her rim constricts and squeezes my tip and then suddenly I can’t contain myself any longer. I plunge deep and her body welcomes me in, and we all get there at the same moment. I yell as I come, shuddering and gasping as my seed spills out of me in spurting rushes of heat. Tam groans and his hips jerk spasmodically in his own release, while Julia’s body vibrates between us and her high-pitched shriek overtakes all of us as she shudders and jerks through her orgasm.

  Oh, my God. This couple. They’re amazing. I’ve never come at the same time as two others before, and it’s like… I don’t know. Pure acceptance. A brief moment in time you know you’re connected to another human being. Or two.

  I wrap my one free arm over the two of them and pull them as close as I can for an extended hug, and we lay there panting in unison. Joined in every way. Physically, and just for these few beautiful moments at least, emotionally, too. Moisture leaks unwanted from my eyes, dripping sideways down my face to pool beneath my temple, and I surreptitiously move my head to try and wipe it away on the pillow. Thoughts tumble randomly through my head until one takes the fore. Just enjoy this while you can. For once, you’re not alone. I take a deep breath and it releases in a sigh of contentment.

  After

  Julia

  I’m spent. Every muscle in my body aches, right down to my very bones. I can hardly move, but I don’t need to, really. I’m crammed between Tam on my right, and Dominic on my left. Their skin feels warm against mine, and their rhythmic breaths in and out are like a calming vibration that runs right through me. I could stay like this forever. I feel safe, and loved, and replete in a way I’ve never felt before.

  And that scares me. Why did it take the addition of Dominic to help me feel this way? Shouldn’t Tam be enough? If I was truly a good person—a good wife—then we would never have needed to do this. What does Tam think? Is he happy we went through with it, in the end, or is he lying there in silence, breathing slowly in and out against my side, and trying not to share what he really feels about this situation?

  Ménage. Sounds titillating as a concept, but I forced us to confront it as a reality. What will that mean for us, moving forward?

  Tam shifts suddenly against me, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a slow, shuddering sound. I turn and reach up a lazy hand to briefly cup his cheek. “Are you okay?”

  His eyes soften as he stares into mine. “Yeah. I’m good, hon, and you?” His mouth curves up in a tentative grin. He seems awkward, embarrassed even, and I know I’m feeling the same. What we just did…

  “Yeah. I’m good, too.”

  Dominic’s fingers are resting on my waist and they tighten at my words, digging in briefly before relaxing to caress over my hip and down to my thigh. Lips graze the back of my neck, nibbling gently, and I can’t help the tiny shiver of pleasure that courses through my veins. The back of my neck is one of my favorite places to be kissed. Tam knows that, but I didn’t realize Dominic would discover the same thing.

  My lips part as Dominic’s kiss deepens. His tongue swipes across my skin in a heated lick at the base of my scalp, and again a shiver runs through me. I’m still staring into my husband’s eyes, and one of his eyebrows rises up in a query before a grin suddenly transforms his features into pure handsome.

  “You found one of her sweet spots, Dominic, old man,” he says, without the hint of jealousy that colored his tone earlier in the night. I smile back at him and as if in response, he reaches up to trace my lips with his thumb. The touch is gentle, slightly tickling, and the sensation wars with the enticing ministrations of Dominic’s mouth still on my neck.

  “Do you like that, Julia?” Dominic’s words vibrate at the base of my skull.

  “No. I hate it, Dominic.” The lie is obvious and he laughs quietly.

  “Really? What do you think, Tam? Do you think I should stop what I’m doing?”

  My husband lets out a chuckle, too, and it is as if his mirth permeates the whole room. I feel carefree all of a sudden. Full of joy. Unlike anything I’ve felt in years. Maybe our orgasms were so strong tonight that all our blocked-up energy just burst right out of us and now we’re free of stress. Maybe Dominic is just a damn good lay and we’re both really glad he’s here.

  Whatever the reason for our combined happiness, Tam rises up to lean on one elbow, staring at Dominic as he speaks. “Definitely don’t stop, Dominic. I’ve always wondered whether it’s possible to get her to come by doing that. She truly does seem to love it, you know. Now I can see if the two of us working tag”—he slides a hand between my legs and begins to play with my already sated clit—“will make a difference. What do you think, Jules? Do you think two is better than one?”

  So much for already sated. My traitorous clit hums straight back to life. Tam continues to whisper sexy words in my ear and I try to growl at him in response, but the sound comes out all strangled. Between Dominic working the back of my neck and my husband stroking my clit just the way I like it, I can’t think straight. “I … it feels … oh yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  My breathing turns to panting and my hips jerk back and forth as if with a mind of their own. Tam’s hand is a willing recipient of my mound as I thrust up into the heat of his palm. I feel the pressure building and I can’t believe, after what we’ve just been through, that I might have more in the tank. But I do. The climax hovers close, my body ready to crest, and then I explode once again between these two beautiful men, moaning and shuddering as yet another orgasm rips through me.

  This time, as I surface eventually from the fog of gratification, I feel Dominic shift and leave the bed. Tam rests his hand on my thigh in a proprietary way as Dominic carries his spent condom into the bathroom. When he returns he doesn’t re-join us on the bed, but leans against the back of a chair to study us in silence.

  The mood has shifted again and I frown, trying to pinpoint what’s changed. Before I can say anything, Tam sits up and leans back against a couple of stacked pillows. A puzzled frown knits his brows. “What is it, man?”

  Dominic’s answering smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Yep. Definitely something wrong.

  “Dominic?” I hold out my hand to coax him back, but he slowly shakes his head.

  “I guess it’s that time. I should be heading off.” He says it as a statement, but there’s a look in his eyes that also seems to be pleading. Like he wants us to contradict him.

  That’s easy, at least for me. I like Dominic and I’d like to see him again, beyond tonight. There’s something about him…

  I glance briefly at Tam, aware of how much he’s enjoyed this experience, but not yet convinced that he might
want to repeat it. Should I ask? Yes. Dominic’s look is so beseeching that I know I have to speak up. “Dom, I’d like you to—”

  Tam cuts across me, his voice loud and assured. “We’d like you to stay, Dominic. If you want to, that is. I...um…” Just like that, Tam shifts from confident to awkward and when the hint of a blush lights his cheeks I stare, fascinated. I’ve never seen him blush before. He clears his throat. “I kind of like working in tandem with you. Watching Jules come like that…”

  Dominic’s chuckle is genuine and all the reward we need. I pat the bed again, and this time, even though he still doesn’t re-join us, he does take a seat in that chair after turning it around to face us.

  Tam leans forward. “Something I gotta know, Dominic. Why ménage? Why do you specifically look for married couples on your dating profile? Doesn’t that leave you, kind of, on the outer at the end of a date?”

  It’s the wrong thing to say and instantly I realize the issue with Dominic. I jump up and grab his hand, holding him in place so my husband’s words don’t make him distance himself once again.

  “He doesn’t mean this time, Dom.” I smile, trying to convey how much I like him. He stares deep into my eyes as if looking for an unspoken truth. “Tam meant in general. Before tonight.”

  “Yeah, man.” Tam has realized his error. “Before you met us, is what I meant. Believe me, you’re not on the outer with us. I…” He looks at me and I nod, feeling a swell of relief that we’re actually on the same page with this. “We really like you, Dom. A lot. We’d like to see you again, if that’s something you’d like to consider?”