A Third And Fourth Party

by Chris Tanglen

  “Goody!”

  Dale got off the bed and hurriedly began to remove his clothing.

  “Assume the position,” Theresa told Jeremy while Dale stripped. “I’m sitting on your face next.”

  Before too long she was back where she’d left off, sitting on a tongue and sucking a cock, but now it was Jeremy’s tongue and Dale’s cock. The head of Dale’s penis had been covered with a generous amount of pre-cum, but she’d made that disappear with minimal effort.

  While she sucked her husband’s cock, she reached down between her legs and began to stimulate her clitoris. Jeremy’s tongue flicked over her fingers.

  Her fingers, Jeremy’s tongue, and her mouth on Dale’s cock began to move faster and faster as her orgasm approached.

  Nobody, but nobody was pulling away before this one hit.

  She came hard, her squeal muffled by Dale’s penis. The explosion of pleasure was so intense that for several seconds she couldn’t even think. She pulled her wet fingers away from her pussy and pinched her nipples as she allowed the orgasm to completely overtake her.

  It took a long time to coast down from it, but it didn’t leave her with a relaxed feeling. In fact, she was so horny that she didn’t know if she’d ever calm down. And since the evening was young and the cocks were still hard, she didn’t have to.

  Chapter 7

  Her men lay on their backs. Theresa crouched in-between them, sucking Jeremy’s cock while she stroked Dale’s. And then she sucked Dale’s cock while she stroked Jeremy’s. Followed shortly thereafter by a return to sucking Jeremy’s cock and stroking Dale’s.

  She stopped sucking on Jeremy and for a while just stroked both of them, adoring the feel of a stiff cock in each hand.

  Oh, how she loved their cocks!

  She even loved the word. Cock. Cock, cock, cock.

  For somebody who’d had nothing stronger than a glass of water to drink, she sure felt intoxicated.

  Her men moaned softly as she stroked.

  Two big, hard, wonderful penises. Both hers for the night.

  It was time to fuck.

  She gave each of their cocks a gentle kiss and a quick lick, and then crawled over Dale and straddled him. He had to put up with her on a daily basis, so he deserved the first boff.

  She slowly lowered herself onto his erection, sliding all the way down until he was all the way inside her. He let out a moan that she thought might have been “Ooooh, God!” but it wasn’t quite coherent enough for her to be certain.

  She rode her husband slowly, sliding up and down on his stiff penis with her hands pressed against his chest.

  She let Jeremy watch.

  “You like that?” she asked, looking into Dale’s eyes.

  “Oh, yes,” both of the men answered simultaneously. Theresa let out an involuntary giggle, and began to fuck Dale a little harder. She was so wet that there was absolutely no resistance.

  “Stand up,” she told Jeremy. “I wanna suck you.”

  “The waterbed will make that a little awkward,” Jeremy said.

  “On your feet, stud.”

  Balancing himself against her shoulders while she continued to fuck Dale, Jeremy got to his feet, somewhat shakily. Once he was standing, though, he maintained his balance and Theresa took his cock into her mouth.

  Delicious.

  She swirled her tongue all over his penis as she sucked. The feel and taste of his hot cock in her mouth combined with the sensation of Dale’s cock inside of her was a pleasure blend she’d missed for far too long.

  She came only twenty seconds into the blowjob. She pulled her mouth away and howled with pleasure, hoping that she wouldn’t get Jeremy in trouble with his neighbors, and collapsed on top of Dale.

  “Holy shit!” she cried.

  She lay there for a long moment, panting heavily, but then got over it. “Okay, time to trade,” she announced.

  Dale was less steady on his feet, not being used to waterbeds, but he managed all right and had a very nice time with his own blowjob. Jeremy had conveniently left a box of condoms on the bed stand, greatly reducing the amount of time Theresa had to spend not getting fucked while Jeremy covered himself.

  She bore down on him hard, grinding her pelvis against him. Jeremy squeezed her ass as she fucked him, and Dale played with her breast with the hand he wasn’t using to steady himself.

  “I need a pillow,” she yelped. “Quickly!”

  Jeremy reached over, picked one up, and handed it to her. Theresa pressed it to her face as she came yet again, even harder than the second time but not as loudly.

  She’d already had three orgasms before either of the men had come once. Things were looking optimistic for orgasms-a-plenty on this fine evening.

  Theresa lay on top of Dale, kissing him passionately, while Jeremy fucked her doggy-style. This was the perfect position for raw, hard fucking, and Jeremy was doing exactly that. He held her hips tightly, pulling her back against him, their bodies slapping together with each thrust.

  Dale scooted further up the bed, and she rubbed her breasts all over his cock. Since she was currently being fucked really, really hard, she couldn’t rub her breasts with much nipple accuracy, but it was pleasurable nonetheless.

  She kept this up for three or four minutes, and then had a new idea. She asked Jeremy to kindly withdraw, which he did with some reluctance.

  “We’re going to play a game.” Theresa climbed off the bed but didn’t go far. She bent over the bed and wiggled her butt as her men climbed off the bed as well.

  “Is it a naughty game?” Dale asked, hopefully.

  “No, no, it’s pure and wholesome. I’m going to bend over the bed like I’m doing right now, and you’re both going to take turns fucking me. One stroke each. First person to make me come, without coming himself, wins the prize!”

  “And what’s that?” asked Jeremy.

  “Loser lubes me up. Winner fucks me in the ass.”

  Dale looked a bit startled. Theresa hadn’t even realized what she was going to say before she said it. Their last encounter had involved anal sex, but the rule had been that only Dale was allowed there. Of course, it had been a rule that she’d suggested, and they hadn’t said that all of the old rules were in effect this time.

  She didn’t want to turn the situation into something awkward by taking it back or pulling Dale aside to get his feedback, so she simply said, in her sexiest purr, “Is that okay with everyone?”

  “Fine with me!” said Dale, with genuine enthusiasm.

  “I’m up for it.”

  Cool. With all parties in agreement, Theresa parted her legs and bent over further. “Then let’s fuck. Dale can go first, because he’s the home team.”

  “Technically, this is my home.” Jeremy politely pointed out the obvious.

  “Yes, but you’re the visitor to this relationship.”

  “Doesn’t the visitor usually get to go first?” Jeremy persisted.

  “I think it’s a coin toss.” Dale mimicked flipping a coin.

  Theresa wiggled her ass again. “Somebody fuck me!”

  Dale walked up behind her, used his hand to guide the tip of his cock into her pussy, then gave her a surprisingly hard thrust that elicited a yelp of pleasure.

  He pulled out and stepped aside to give Jeremy a chance. Jeremy put his hands on her hips and very slowly entered her, sliding into her as far as he could, then slowly slid all the way out.

  Dale did another quick thrust.

  Jeremy did a quick thrust as well.

  Theresa couldn’t believe how utterly filthy this was, how slutty she was being. But it was with two men she trusted, and was all in good fun, right?

  However, though this one-thrust-at-a-time idea sounded okay at the spur of the moment, she really needed to build up some momentum to reach the prize orgasm. Sure, she could fake one, but that would be cheating.

  Dale slid into her even more slowly than Jeremy had his first time.

  Jeremy thrust hard, nearly kno
cking her off balance.

  “Okay, this isn’t going to work,” admitted Theresa, turning around. “I guess I’ll never be a professional game designer.”

  “So who gets the prize?” asked Dale.

  “I’ll let you both have it. But later.”

  Theresa came the fourth time with Jeremy fucking her against the wall. They picked the wall adjacent to his bathroom, so the pounding wouldn’t disturb the neighbors as much. However, Jeremy came immediately after her, and his bellow of ecstasy was clearly not planned with maximum neighbor consideration in mind.

  He pulled out of her, his chest covered with a thick sheen of perspiration. He looked like he wanted to speak, but was breathing too hard to say anything.

  As Jeremy went to dispose of the condom, Theresa lay on the carpet and spread her legs wide, suggesting that perhaps Dale should engage in intercourse with her.

  He did.

  They lay on the floor, fucking hard, until Dale let out a yelp and suddenly pulled away.

  “What?”

  “Goob licked my foot!”

  Theresa laughed as Jeremy walked out of the bathroom. “C’mon, Goob, get out of here. Go to your cushion.”

  Goob happily bounded out of the room.

  “Sorry about that,” Jeremy said, grinning.

  “No problem. It just scared me is all. For a second I thought it was you!”

  Theresa lay on Jeremy’s desk, on her side, while Dale thrust into her as hard as he could. She’d knocked over a cup of pencils, a stapler, a page-a-day calendar, and an unopened Vanilla Coke, but fortunately Jeremy had moved the open box of thumbtacks to a safer area.

  “You know, there aren’t many people I’d let have sex on my desk like that,” Jeremy noted.

  “Your…generosity…will be repaid,” Theresa gasped.

  Since Dale wasn’t wearing a condom, they moved back to the bed before he came, so as not to sully the desk. He finally came in the missionary position, with Theresa’s legs high up in the air.

  Then she made good on her promise. She rolled over on her stomach and let the men very slowly lubricate her, working their way inside with their fingers until she was ready.

  She let them each fuck her in the ass, unable to believe she was actually doing it. She squealed and kicked her legs and just about lost her freakin’ mind.

  They had sex long into the night, until they were all exhausted and she simply couldn’t take it any more.

  Then, in another violation of the former rules, they all fell asleep in the same bed.

  She slept well.

  Chapter 8

  Theresa woke up between the two men, Dale’s hand on her breast, Jeremy’s hand on her knee. She was a little sore, but it was a small price to pay for being so well rested—and well fucked.

  She looked back and forth between the still-sleeping men and smiled as she fantasized about making this a permanent arrangement. Two men every night. Or, at least, an emergency backup if one was ever too “tired.” She’d have more sex than any woman in the entire history of sex-having civilizations, and she was pretty sure all civilizations were included in that criteria.

  But of course it was just a fantasy…nothing she’d really want to do. She loved Dale too much, and more importantly, both men were currently snoring loud enough to jostle termites out of the walls.

  Dale didn’t even snore at home. What was up with that? Were their personal habits transferring to each other as a result of sharing her body at such close quarters? Would Jeremy start leaving whiskers in the sink, despite being told time and time and time and time and TIME again that it was really gross?

  She carefully worked her way out of bed without waking either one of them and tiptoed into the bathroom. She wondered if they’d have a sudden, terrified homophobic moment if they woke up and realized that they were in bed together without her around.

  Eeeeeek!!! Where’s the pussy? There’s always supposed to be a pussy shielding the two cocks from each other! Protocol violation! Protocol violation!

  Theresa peed and touched up her hair a bit, so the men wouldn’t wake up and think that they’d slept with a feral cavewoman. She walked back into the bedroom, a bit surprised that flushing the toilet hadn’t disturbed them. Her throat was kind of dry, so instead of climbing back into bed with them she walked naked into the kitchen.

  She opened the refrigerator and took out a gallon jug of orange juice. It was rude to go through somebody’s refrigerated goods without permission, but, hey, they’d fucked last night. She selected the correct cabinet on the third try, took down a small glass, and poured herself some juice.

  “Hi,” Jeremy said from behind her, startling her and nearly making her drop her glass.

  Theresa looked at him. He was wearing a tan bathrobe. “Sleep well?”

  “Like a rock. Aren’t you cold?”

  Theresa ran a finger over her perky nipples. “A bit.”

  “I’ve got an extra bathrobe, if you want.”

  “Sure, that’d be great.” She and Dale hadn’t planned on staying the night, so they hadn’t brought any morning clothes. Also no toothbrushes, so she hoped her morning breath wouldn’t knock Jeremy to the floor in the fetal position.

  “Be right back,” he said over his shoulder and disappeared towards the bedroom.

  It felt good standing naked in an unfamiliar kitchen, but it was a bit chilly, and if she and Jeremy were going to sit and talk until Dale got up, she really should be wearing something. Jeremy had seen pretty much everything there was to see, but he should only be seeing it in Dale’s presence, right?

  Jeremy returned, holding a pink bathrobe. Theresa took it from him and put it on. “I bet you look cute in this.”

  Jeremy grinned. “It’s not mine.”

  “Oh, yeah, Dale mentioned that you have a fuck-buddy.”

  “Now, now, let’s not be politically incorrect. The proper term is ‘friend with benefits.’ You don’t want to offend the fuck-buddies of the world.”

  “If you want to get technical about it, you and I are fuck-buddies, so I can say fuck-buddy anytime I want. Fuck-buddy.”

  “Say that ten times fast.”

  “Fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy.”

  “That was eleven.”

  “I’ve always been generous.”

  “Did you want to sit down on the couch? Or were you going back to bed?”

  “The couch is fine. We’ll give Dale a chance to get the snoring out of his system.”

  They moved to the living room and sat down, close but not too close. Theresa took another drink of her orange juice. “So tell me about your friend with benefits.”

  “Ah, yes, Mel. I met her about three months ago. She’d just got out of a serious relationship, and she’s not looking to get into another one for a while. Neither am I, so we hit it off pretty well. It’s not just sex; we like going to movies, dancing, hiking, art galleries…well, the art galleries are mostly her idea, but you know what I mean. We really are friends with benefits, not just fuck-buddies.”

  “Cool. Is she teaching you lots of new tricks?”

  Jeremy chuckled. “There’s some nice experimentation going on. She doesn’t have all that much experience, although she has one story that you just won’t believe, and right now she’s looking to expand her horizons. You should meet her. You two would probably get along really well.”

  “Any wild threesomes?”

  “Not yet. There’s still time, though. You’re not looking to rent Dale out for an evening, are you?” He held up his hand. “Just kidding.”

  Theresa lowered her voice to a whisper. “No, but I am considering fulfilling his two-women-at-once fantasy for his birthday.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.”

  “Holy shit.”

  Theresa nodded.

  “Does he know?”

  “We’ve joked about it, but no, I don’t t
hink he has any idea that it might actually happen. You’re not looking to rent Mel out for an evening, are you?”

  “Well, you know, we’ve talked about that kind of thing. She might be up for it. Were you looking for the women to…?”

  “Interact?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Undecided.”

  “Fair enough. If you want I could arrange for you two to meet. I mean, she’s not a nymphomaniac or anything—she won’t just leap into bed with anybody—but you could talk it out and see if anything clicks.”

  Theresa considered that. If this woman came with Jeremy’s seal of approval, it would be a much safer bet than trying to find somebody on her own.

  “Do you think she’d do it?”

  Jeremy shrugged. “She’s open to a lot of stuff. If you’d like, when I tell her all about my wonderful, wonderful night I could bring up the subject. If she’s immediately uninterested, we’ll let it drop right there, but if she wants to meet you, maybe the three of us could get together for lunch or something.” He patted her hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to get in on Dale’s birthday treat. I’d simply be the moderator.”

  “Do you have experience moderating such things?”

  “No, but dammit, I’m all for on-the-job training.”

  “Then yes, bring it up to her.”

  “Will do. I think I hear the waterbed sloshing. Your husband sounds like he’s getting up.”

  * * * * *

  They took individual showers (Jeremy’s shower was a little too small for them to share comfortably, even if they attempted intercourse as a space-conservation measure) and Theresa and Dale changed back into their clothes from yesterday. Jeremy made them a delicious breakfast of ham and cheese omelets, and after they helped him load up the dishwasher they said their goodbyes.

  Then Theresa found herself braced against the couch while first Jeremy, then Dale, took her from behind. The man not currently fucking her was responsible for tending to her nipples.

  They said their goodbyes again.

  Theresa and Dale talked excitedly about the experience during the whole drive home, and it was perfectly clear that there would be a reprise in the future.