I settled for, “Why wouldn’t I want to do it?”
Ian’s slow smile made me shift in my chair and press my thighs together.
“Well,” Gena said, her gaze sliding from me to settle on Neil. “If we’re all in…”
“Ian and I have already exchanged medical details,” Neil told us. “But, if the two of you would also like to see proof—”
“I don’t need to,” Gena said.
I echoed her, adding, “But I do want to use condoms for intercourse, at least.”
“That’s a necessity,” Ian agreed. “I’ve never done the snip, and we don’t need any awkward accidents.”
“I have an IUD,” Gena replied.
“Hey, me, too!” It was like we were in a club or something.
“Good, then we’ll all be double protected,” she said with a nod. I was glad that safety was important to them, too; it made me trust them more, overall.
Neil and I had decided beforehand that, if we ended up having sex with Ian and Gena, we wouldn’t do it in our bedroom. That was too intimate a space for experimentation with others. We chose instead to take them to the largest guest room on the second level. It was a lovely room with a California king and a sitting area with comfortable armchairs. Neil sent me off with Ian and Gena while he went to the toy cabinet for lube and condoms.
As we walked, Ian put his hand at the small of my back. “Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I admitted. “We’ve done threesomes, and that was awesome, so…”
“It’s going to be fun,” Gena promised. “There is nothing like watching your partner fuck someone else. Especially someone as cute as you,” she said with a wink.
“Here we are.” I stood beside the open bedroom door and gestured them inside. I was acutely aware of Gena’s facial expressions as she looked around. I hoped she didn’t find the decor lacking. Neil loved the warm oranges and brownish-reds of the room, but I was undecided. Gena didn’t look utterly revolted by it, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Being friends with an interior decorator was going to be nerve-wracking.
Ian took off his jacket and laid it across the back of one chair, then unbuttoned his sleeves and slid them up. He took a seat and toed his shoes off then stretched his long legs out in front of him. Gena leaned down to kiss him briefly then moved toward me. “Could you help me unzip?”
“Yeah, sure.” I’d helped Holli with zippers hundreds of times, so I couldn’t figure out why my fingers fumbled as I unzipped Gena, or why I couldn’t take my eyes off the skin that appeared in the widening gap.
Well, I suppose the fact that she was about to have sex with my fiancé had something to do with it.
“Thanks,” she said, making eye contact with me over her shoulder. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of blue.
“Sophie, why don’t you come here?” Ian asked, patting his knee. “Sit in daddy’s lap.”
“Don’t be gross!” Gena scolded him. “She’s going to think you’re a sleaze.”
“I am a sleaze,” Ian reminded her. Somehow, I couldn’t believe it of him. No matter what crude, disgusting thing might pop out of his mouth, it seemed funny and affectionate instead of obscene. I never got the feeling that he would continue with those remarks if I told him they made me uncomfortable.
I went to him and let him pull me down. He handled me with the same confidence as Neil always had; I wondered if that was something all older guys just instinctively did, because they’d had so much practice. I ended up in his lap without any stumbling or rearranging of limbs. I placed one hand against his chest to keep myself steady, and he caught it to bring me in closer, so that my side rested against his chest and shoulder. His body was a little softer than Neil’s, but he was still in good shape. Rich guy fifty was a lot younger than regular guy fifty.
Men were, however, always boys, no matter their age. I was convinced of it, because when Neil walked in and tossed an unopened pack of Magnums onto the bed, he said, “I’ve only got the extra large, I hope they’re not too baggy, Ian.”
Ian responded with two fingers raised in a V that I was pretty sure wasn’t meant as a peace sign.
“He’ll be just fine.” Gena stepped from her dress. Her bra and panties were pale pink lace that nearly blended in with her skin. She reached behind her to unfasten the band.
“Let me help you with that,” Neil said, and my heart leapt into my throat. Obviously, I had known that to have sex with Gena, Neil was going to have to touch her at some point. But already? Right now?
“Relax,” Ian murmured, his hand squeezing my arm. “It’s a shock at first.”
Neil unhooked Gena’s bra and slid the straps down her arms, dipping his head to kiss her shoulder. He cupped her breasts, and my stomach jumped at the sight of those hands I loved overflowing with her soft, flawless skin.
And that was it. A single moment of he shouldn’t be doing that! Then, nothing but curiosity and arousal. Neil’s hands on Gena didn’t destroy my love for him. The careful glances he kept taking to gauge my reaction proved the same was true for him. And the heated gaze Gena fixed on her husband removed any last trace of threat. They wanted us physically, but they only had eyes for each other.
Gena’s breath caught as Neil’s thumbs rolled over her tight, pink nipples. Ian traced a pattern down my arm with his ring finger. “Shall we get you out of this? Because I would love to touch you.”
The nervousness in my stomach melted into something lower, something more urgent. I caught his hand and brought it to my lips. I kissed his fingertips then took one into my mouth, holding his gaze as I flicked my tongue against it. I’d surprised him, and pleasantly, judging from the look of amused bewilderment in his eyes.
“You have the most gorgeous hands,” I told him, rubbing both of mine over one of his. “I can’t wait to see what they can do.”
“You’re so bold, Sophie,” Neil said, and I turned my head. He was smiling, probably relieved that I hadn’t freaked out yet. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Yes, you did.” I made a face at him, and then, to Gena, I explained, “Our first date? I was fingering myself on his couch when he got there.”
“That’s a fucking ice breaker, isn’t it?” Ian’s fingers closed over the zipper on the back of my dress. I nodded, and he pulled it, his hand slipping inside to unfasten my bra on the way down. I had to lift my arms so he could raise the dress over my head.
Gena’s arm hooked behind Neil’s head as his hand smoothed over her soft belly then swept over her wide, well-padded hips. He slipped his thumbs into her panties and gave them a push, revealing a mound covered with delicate curls, a slightly lighter shade of red than her hair color. He petted the little patch of hair with the backs of his fingers, and her chest jerked with shallow breaths.
Ian patted my backside, and I stood, removing the pins from my hair. The up-do had left it wavy, and it fell to cover my breasts with teasing curls. In my white tulle, lace-edged crinolines, I looked like a very dirty ballerina.
He reached for me, both of his big hands low on my waist, and his thumbs almost met at my belly button. He pulled me forward, and I shook my hair back and thrust my chest up.
“Beautiful.” His tone startled me; it was the first time I’d ever heard him sound serious. Sitting up on the edge of the chair, he brought his face level with my breasts and leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth. My mouth fell open at the full realization of what was going on. I wasn’t just watching Neil sleep with Gena, Neil and I were sharing this experience of trying out a new partner with Gena and Ian. We were probably all going through the same set of emotions, doubts, and desires. Knowing that, I felt a lot bolder than Neil could have ever anticipated.
I moved forward, a leg on either side of Ian’s, giving him better access. I held the back of his head with my hands, my fingers sinking into his soft gray hair. He sucked my nipple lightly, swiping his tongue over it in long, slow strokes that gave me goose bumps. I looked over my shoulder to see
Gena, wearing only her black pumps, unbuttoning the last of the buttons on Neil’s shirt and pushing it from his shoulders. He smiled lazily at her as he tossed it aside, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Ian raised his head, his eyes wide and fixed on Neil and Gena. I used the opportunity to stand and pull off my crinoline and panties.
Ian gaped at Neil’s erection. “I’m not trying to make things awkward, mate, but you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s thing’s a monster. Can you take it all, Sophie?”
I sat in his lap, totally naked, but for some reason, I blushed at his frankness. “Sometimes. It depends on the position.”
“Well, I’m impressed,” Gena said, pumping her hand up and down his length.
Neil reached down to brush her hair back from her face gently. “We’ll go slow. If it doesn’t work out, I’m sure we’ll find another way to get each other off.”
“He has a very good imagination,” I told her with a giggle.
Ian petted the inside of my slightly spread thighs. “And what about you, Sophie? Do you have a very good imagination?”
“I’d like to think so. But I’m definitely out of my element here.” I opened my legs wider. I was so used to Neil’s slow teasing that when Ian’s hands met the junctures of my thighs and legs and the tips of his thumbs slipped between my labia, I jumped.
“Is that all right?” Ian asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered, leaning back on him.
“Would you like me to put a condom on?” Neil asked Gena as she wet her lips and leaned in toward his cock.
“Only when we’re fucking,” she said. Both her hands were wrapped around Neil’s shaft and she opened her mouth wide to take him in.
Shouldn’t you be feeling a little more upset to be watching this? I shushed my judgmental inner voice. How was I going to be jealous or upset when I was enjoying Ian’s hands on me so much? He pressed his thumbs lightly on either side of my clit, rolling in opposite directions. I’d never felt anything like it.
Maybe this was the fun of it. Being with someone who would touch me differently, fuck me differently, but making it an intimate experience that involved Neil, too—just as we had with Emir. The only difference was that we had a woman with us, as well as a man.
And she was a beautiful woman. I’ve always been able to look at my fellow girls and judge their attractiveness honestly, but being in a sexual situation with another woman, even if we weren’t interacting directly, my perception shifted. The curve of her ass—and the two dimples on either side of her spine—captivated me. Her pace was leisurely, her hand gliding up and down Neil’s length while she licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. She held his gaze as she did, and I thought, oh, we both do that.
It was nice to have yet another thing in common with her.
Ian still rubbed me gently, but his thumbs picked up pace a bit. One middle finger slipped into me, one of those long, elegant fingers that I’d stared at all through dinner. I clenched on it.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Gena’s mouth on Neil’s cock, his hand in her hair. He caught my eye, and I winked at him, reaching up to cup my breasts and rub the pads of my thumbs over my nipples. Neil watched Ian’s hands between my legs, and I spread them wider to give him a better view. My wet pussy made soft, sucking pops as Ian moved his finger in and out. The evidence of my own desire was almost too much to take. My arousal rose higher, grew more desperate, until I was panting and rocking on his lap.
“Tell me what you like,” Ian murmured beside my ear. “Tell me where to go, and we’ll get there.”
“I…I…” That was too much. That declaration of confident, uncompromising sexuality, and I shot over the edge, moaning in surprise and relief.
Gena leaned back, a long string of drool hanging between her bottom lip and the underside of Neil’s cock, just for a moment. She wiped her mouth with a dainty finger. “First one of the night?”
“First of many,” Ian promised. He’d stilled his hands, but left them exactly where they were while the spasms in my cunt subsided.
I looked up at Neil. There was something unreadable in his expression. He wasn’t unhappy, but he looked…uncomfortable? I tilted my head, silently questioning him, and he just barely shook his head in response. A slow smile tilted his lips. “That was beautiful, Sophie.”
“It certainly made me wet,” Gena purred, and I blinked at her. No clever retort came to my mind. I’d never had such an overtly sexual compliment paid to me by a woman before.
And I’d lived with Holli.
“Is that so?” Neil asked her, reaching down to tilt her face up. “I’d like to see that.”
“Would you like to taste it?” I asked him, gasping as Ian’s finger moved inside me, his fingertip rubbing over my g-spot.
“Isn’t she just full of great ideas?” Ian chuckled, and Neil nodded in reply.
“I think I would like to, Gena. With your permission, of course?” Neil motioned to the bed.
“My permission,” she scoffed. “You Englishmen are so formal.”
“Scots aren’t so formal,” Ian said then growled beside my ear, “Get up and let me get my mouth on that cunt.”
Oh, fuck, I was in trouble, if he was going to talk to me like that.
“Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice shaking. There was something a little intimidating about a guy who’d made me come so easily. I felt the pull of my submissive side, but I pushed it firmly down. Neil was being very careful not to lapse into anything close to Dom territory—when was the last time I’d ever heard him ask, “with your permission” during sex?—so I couldn’t betray my Sir by submitting to another man. It was surprisingly easy for me to venture toward that line, because Ian was as sexually commanding as Neil.
But he wasn’t my Sir, so I didn’t have to wait for an answer. I climbed off his lap and turned, putting a knee on both of the chair’s wide arms. “I have an idea.”
“There’s that imagination,” he said with a grin. “Tell me what to do.”
“Slide down.” I put one hand on his head and smirked at him. It was kind of fun to be in-control-ish.
He grabbed my ass and made an appreciative noise, slouched deep in the chair to rub his cheek against my hairless mound. He kissed me at the top of my slit. His tongue rolled out, and he gave me a long lick, from the bottom up. “God, when you get wet, you really get wet.”
“Oh, oh!” I heard Gena shout behind me, and I smiled to myself, letting my eyes drift closed. It was easier to concentrate on the sensation of Ian’s tongue flicking over my clit. Gena’s exclamations grew in volume, and my own body tightened along with the sounds. When she came, she was loud, and Ian groaned.
I heard Neil gasp for air, and giggled, giddy from the arousing sounds and Ian’s mouth on me. He wasn’t quite as good at hitting my buttons orally as Neil was, but I wasn’t going to turn down a man who wanted to spend a long, leisurely time eating me out.
Gena’s breathy moans didn’t subside, and Neil said, low, “Keep going.” I followed that instruction, even though it wasn’t for me, and grasped Ian’s hair, rolling my hips against his face.
I let go of everything in my head, everything I thought I was supposed to be doing or feeling, and just gave in. My thighs trembled, and I relied on Ian to keep me from falling. Gena was still coming, still gasping and whining. I curved my body over Ian, riding his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered over and over, and I came again, slamming my hand hard against the back of the chair.
Ian leaned back, out of breath, and smiled up at me with his face smeared with my wetness. “Christ, I thought you were going to drown me or break my neck, or both.”
I reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy then held them out for him. He sucked them clean and nipped at them playfully.
“Let me get up and get these clothes off. I’m the only one left dressed.” He patted my backside, and I got down carefully. It gave me an opportunity to see what Neil and Gena wer
e up to. His face was still between her legs, and her body stretched out long and straining on the rust-colored duvet. The shine from the silk shantung burnished her skin, and my mouth watered.
Holy shit. Am I attracted to Gena?
My lips parted as I watched her. My heart turned into a jackhammer in my chest. I noticed Neil out the corner of my eye. He’d caught me looking. He never raised his mouth from between Gena’s legs, but our eyes met, and I saw the knowing in them.
Gena missed the entire interaction. Her eyes were squinted up, her mouth open in a silent “Ah!” of pleasure as her hands clutched the duvet. A breath later, she exploded, her body bucking, and a loud, guttural groan twisted from her.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Ian asked, and I jumped. He’d caught me looking, too. He’d taken off his shirt and was working on his belt, so I dropped to my knees and helped him tug down his zipper. I slipped my hand in and grasped him. He was smaller than Neil, but by no means a slouch in the size department. His cock jumped at my hand, and I stroked him in my fist.
“Keep going, Gena,” Neil told her, and she whimpered, lifting her hips against his mouth.
“One more,” she panted. “One more, and then, you have to fuck me.”
I snickered to myself, because I knew that Neil would get a mental jolt from that. He wasn’t used to being ordered around.
“Why don’t you come here?” Ian suggested. “You can sit with me and watch.”
Though he’d said it with a slanted smile that made it seem like a sexy comment, there was a depth of sincerity in his eyes that couldn’t be missed. He sat in the chair again, his hard cock brushing his stomach. I gestured behind me. “Should I get a condom?”
“Sure.” He nodded toward Neil and Gena. Gena’s foot pounded against the bed as she thrashed under his mouth. “I think they’re about ready, what do you think?”
I opened the box of condoms and pulled one free of its strip then another. Neil sat up and wiped his face with the back of his hand, and I held up the little packet by one corner. I tossed it to him, and he caught it, snatching it out of the air before it could land on Gena.
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