As if he felt her watching, Jason opened his eyes and saw her. Remembered her, was more like it. He made a small sound of protest, easing his arm between his body and Elliot’s, and after what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart.
“Wow,” Jason sighed.
Elliot chuckled and ran a finger down the curve of Jason’s cheek. “There’s a lot more where that came from.”
“Enough to share?” Rachel asked, taking control of the situation.
Elliot jumped away from Jason, one hand clutching at his chest. “Jesus Christ,” he gasped, staring at her.
With an amused smirk, she said, “No, Rachel. Jason’s wife, I’m sure he mentioned me at some point?”
Whirling on Jason, Elliot snapped, “I thought you said she wasn’t home.”
“He said no worries when you asked about me,” Rachel corrected. “Actually, I was the one who sent the text, not him.”
Elliot wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “I’m outta here.”
“Wait. Stay.” Jason caught Elliot’s arm before he could make a move towards the front door. “Please.”
To Rachel, Elliot asked, “Do you even know what I’m here for? Did he tell you how we met?”
“He did not,” Rachel admitted, “but I found out. And that’s exactly why you’re here.”
“I should go.”
He pulled free from Jason’s grip but didn’t get far before Jason blurted out, “She wants a threesome.”
Elliot stopped in mid-step. “A…”
He rocked back on his heels and looked at Rachel, this time really seeing her. She wore a flirty black minidress with princess seams that cupped her breasts and accentuated her waist, and a full skirt that fell to mid-thigh to show off her legs. She knew she looked good, and it was nice to see interest in a man’s eyes again. Or rather, a man other than her husband.
“A threesome,” Elliot murmured.
The approval in his voice made Rachel want to laugh. “See?” she said to Jason. “Told you he’d be interested.”
* * * *
Jason led the way to the bedroom, where he sat on the edge of the bed and frowned at Elliot first, then Rachel, as they followed him in. He was clearly waiting for her to take charge, but this was the first time in a long while where she didn’t know what came next. Wanting a threesome was fine and good, but how could she get everyone undressed and in bed together without sounding bossy and spoiling the mood?
If there even was a mood. Rachel’s clit twinged and her panties were damp with desire, but maybe there should be some sort of foreplay, no? What if she was the only one hot and bothered?
With Jason on the bed and Elliot across the bedroom looking over tchotchkes on the bookcase shelves, neither man seemed in any hurry to get things started. Perhaps they were as nervous and horny as she was, but neither wanted to make the first move.
Of course, leave it to me to get things started. Men.
She nudged Jason’s foot with hers and he looked up, still frowning. “Now what?” he whispered.
She didn’t want to admit she didn’t know. Fishing for something to say or do, anything that might move them towards where they all wanted to be, Rachel asked Elliot, “So is your dick really pierced? Or wasn’t that your pic you sent?”
“It’s really pierced.” He turned away from the bookcase and gave her and Jason a grin. “Wanna see?”
“Yeah,” Jason said eagerly.
Rachel added, “That’s why I asked.”
Flipping up the hem of his shirt, Elliot unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them and his boxers to his knees in one fluid motion. His cock sprung from a brush of blond curls, already half-erect, the ruddy tip pierced clean through with a metal barbell.
Jesus. Rachel felt faint.
Elliot gripped the base of his dick and held it up higher, showing it off. In addition to the bar through the glans, there was a smaller silver bar in his frenum and a trio of thin silver hoops running like a ladder over the papery skin between his balls. “Got a guiche, too,” he said.
Rachel didn’t know what that was but didn’t want to look stupid by asking. Luckily Jason didn’t have any shame. His eyes had widened when Elliot dropped trou, and at the sight of all those piercings, they nearly bulged out of his head. “What’s that?”
“Right here.” Elliot started to lean back, dick still in hand, but he laughed and turned around to bend over instead. He spread his legs as wide as he could with his lower legs trapped by his jeans. His ass cheeks parted, showing a tribal ring tattooed around his butthole, of all things. Where had Jason found this one? Rachel wondered. Arching his back, Elliot reached back and fingered a final silver hoop in the sensitive skin between his nuts and butt.
“Oh my God,” Rachel sighed. She really did feel faint. Her pussy ached with need. “Can I touch it?”
With a shrug, Elliot placed a hand on the nearby dresser for support. “Sure.”
Rachel closed the distance between them and reached out, running her short fingernails over one of Elliot’s plump buttocks. He squirmed at the touch, asshole clenching. She ran her forefinger down between his ass crack, then traced the tattoo circled at the center of his butt, then dipped lower to flick over the piercing before stroking the underside of his ball sac. Her thumb rubbed over his puckered hole in a soothing, circular motion, and he gasped. “God, yeah. That feels good.”
And they were off.
“Turn around,” Rachel commanded.
Elliot almost tripped up in the puddle of clothing around his legs to comply. He grasped his swollen shaft, squeezing the length, pulling it towards her, pinching the tip. “Suck it,” he told her.
She bent down and closed her lips around the bulbous head, the piercing tasting much like she thought it would. It felt strange and exotic to have something metallic and unyielding rub over her tongue and clink against her teeth. There was a musky, patchouli scent to him, heavy like incense, clean, but so different from the sporty, spicy way her husband smelled. Opening wide, she took him all the way in, tongue brushing over the frenum bar and down, lower, angling for the scrotum ladder just out of reach.
A heavy hand settled on the top of her head. “Yeah, like that,” Elliot murmured, holding her as he thrust further in. She worked at him with her tongue, massaging along the length of his cock. “Damn, woman. You really know what to do.”
Rocking back, Rachel let him slip out. But before he was completely free, she closed her lips over the tip and hummed softly.
His hand fisted in her hair as he moaned. “This one’s a keeper, my dude,” he told Jason. To Rachel, he asked, “Where’d you learn to do this?”
“She’s pretty good,” Jason admitted.
As if remembering they were supposed to be doing this together, Elliot gestured to Jason, still sitting on the bed. “Come over here and join in the fun.”
Rachel let Elliot’s dick slip from between her lips. “Come on over, honey,” she said. “Show him what you’ve got.”
A dull blush rose in Jason’s cheeks, but he stood and unbuckled his belt. He hesitated with the zipper, but when he glanced over at Rachel, she gave him an encouraging nod and he pulled it down. He shucked off his pants, then his boxer briefs. The hem of his shirt hid his ass from view, but the front tented under an already stiff cock. He turned, gripping his dick through his shirt, embarrassed or shy, Rachel wasn’t sure which.
“Shirt, too,” Elliot said.
“You first,” Rachel told him.
He gave her an appraising look. “Who are you to talk? You’re the only one of us still fully dressed.”
Her response was to grab the hem of her dress in both hands and stand, pulling it up with her. Firm thighs, lacy black thong covering her crotch. Higher, baring her belly. Higher, exposing the demi-cup sheer black bra cradling her breasts. Then up and over her head, and she tossed the dress aside. Propping her hands on her hips, she smirked at Elliot. “You were saying?”
“Damn.”
“Not yet.” She stepped away, but caught his hand and pulled him after her towards the bed, where Jason waited. “Tops off, boys. Let’s get this party started.”
Both men did as she asked, whipping off their shirts and dropping them to the floor. Elliot sat on the edge of the bed to kick away his pants, then reached over to tug on the back of Jason’s shirt, pulling him down onto the bed. He rocked back to lie supine on the bed, shirt rucking up to free his erection. Elliot wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulders and planted a quick kiss on Jason’s ear. “There you are,” he murmured. “Your wife is nice but it’s you I came over to see.”
Jason’s dick twitched. Elliot kissed him again, on the cheek this time, then Jason turned to catch the next kiss on the lips. Elliot tugged on Jason’s shirt, pulling it up over his narrow hips, his slim waist, his shaft swinging after it eagerly. Elliot’s fingers wrapped around Jason’s hard dick, tickling down to cup Jason’s balls before running back up the stiff length. Jason panted, “Yes, God.”
“He likes it when you do this.” Rachel came over to reposition Elliot’s hand so Jason’s dick rested on his thumb, and his fingernails tickled along Jason’s skin. Her husband shivered with delight as Elliot strummed his cock, and when Elliot paused to pinch under the flared glans, Jason bit back a sob. Creamy jizz bubbled from the tip of his dick.
Rachel bent down and licked it off. “Told you he likes it.”
A muffled moan was the only reply she got; she glanced up and saw Jason leaning into Elliot’s hungry kiss. Elliot’s hand was under Jason’s shirt now, teasing his nipples, which Rachel knew really turned her husband on. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, stroking his dick between her thighs, her panties dampening with their combined juices. She rubbed against him, the pressure on her clit maddening. She wanted him to fuck her, now.
Elliot apparently had the same thing in mind, because he pulled away from Jason, who fell back onto the bed. Elliot asked Rachel, “I’m assuming you have condoms?”
“You assume right.” She crawled off Jason to open the drawer on the bedside table. From there, she pulled out a box of Trojans—Jason’s favorite brand, even though they were ribbed for her pleasure—and an unopened bottle of Astroglide they’d picked up at a sex shop downtown. The salesgirl had assured them this was the best brand for anal.
“Even if it’s your first time,” she’d said.
Rachel had shared a knowing look with Jason. “It’s his first time, alright.”
That had earned them a grin and a ten percent discount at checkout. Now Rachel tossed the lube and condoms onto the bed behind her. But before she could turn around, she felt a firm finger slip under the strap of her thong. It slid down the crack of her ass, curious, smoothing over ticklish skin. She arched her back and gasped with surprise as the finger went farther, between her legs, to dip into her moist cunt.
She leaned over, holding onto the bedside table, allowing that exploratory digit free rein. It slipped into her, filling her, and she sat down onto it, taking it in as far as it could go. “Yes,” she sighed as another finger slid up between her pussy lips to rub at her hooded clit. The touch was unfamiliar so she knew it had to be Elliot, and she was pleasantly surprised he knew just where to go, what to do, to get her excited.
Jason said he’d been with girls before. But damn, I just might get off only finger fucking him!
She didn’t want to cave that easily. Rising onto her knees, she sat up enough to let him slip free from her vag and, before he probed again, she turned and repositioned herself to face them. On the bed Elliot leaned over Jason and cradled his chin, pulling him back as they kissed. His other hand rested against Rachel’s knee, the fingers wet with her quim. Elliot and Jason broke apart—slowly at first, Elliot nibbling on Jason’s lips and tongue, then sitting back to let him catch his breath. As her husband sighed, Elliot dipped his damp fingers into Jason’s mouth, first one, then both. He chased them with another kiss.
Enough of this, Rachel thought. They could kiss afterward. She wanted one of them in her, now, and she didn’t mean a finger or two. Sitting back on the pillow, she peeled off her thong and threw it to the floor. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell forward, released, nipples stiffening as the air hit them. She leaned forward and threw the bra off the foot of the bed, making sure it passed through the guys’ lines of sight to remind them they weren’t alone.
It worked. Elliot sat up, getting one knee under him as he reached for the box of condoms. “I’m assuming you two aren’t going to use one,” he said, tearing the small packet with his teeth. “Let me just get this on…”
With expert moves, he pulled the rubber on, then drizzled lube onto the tip. It runneled down his length like chocolate syrup poured over a sundae. He squirted a healthy dollop into his palm, too, and fisted his cock to cover it. To Rachel, he asked, “Is this his first time?”
“Yeah.” Her breath caught in the back of her throat, her whole body quivering with anticipation. God, if she was this turned on by the thought of seeing another man fuck her husband, what was Jason feeling? She reached down and rubbed a hand across his chest, stopping to pinch each nipple erect. Then she strummed down his sternum, over his abs, smoothing down the faint trail of hair leading to his crotch.
He caught her hand in his and laced their fingers together before giving her a slight tug. “C’mere,” he murmured, puckering up.
Leaning over was a bit awkward, but Rachel managed to claim a kiss. She brushed a few waves of dark hair off his forehead. Her cunt throbbed with desire, wet and sticky against her own skin.
Elliot got off the bed and came around the side to stand in front of Jason. “Might be a bit uncomfortable,” he warned as he spread Jason’s knees apart and stepped in between them. He gripped Jason’s hard cock and stroked it, pressing it flat against Jason’s lower belly. “You like that?”
Jason whimpered and nodded. The hand holding Rachel’s squeezed tighter.
Knocking Jason’s knees open with his own, Elliot said, “Scooch down a bit. Legs up…wrap them around my waist. Yeah, like that.” He hoisted Jason’s right leg up over his hip and tugged to get Jason a bit closer to the edge of the bed. Then he reached down, between Jason’s legs, his fingers disappearing out of Rachel’s sight.
Jason sucked in his breath. “Oh God,” he breathed. “Oh yes. Oh—” A thin stream of cum shot out from his dick onto his stomach, just below his navel. Before it could run off, Rachel leaned over and licked it away.
Elliot rubbed his free hand around and under Jason’s leg, hair fuzzing up at his touch. Along Jason’s thigh, over his buttock, pulling him closer as his other hand delved deeper into Jason’s ass, unseen fingers rubbing and stretching, widening him. Discomfort flickered over Jason’s face and Rachel smoothed it away with a soft hand and tender kisses. “Breathe, baby,” she whispered.
“Just relax,” Elliot said, slapping Jason’s ass cheek for emphasis. “Give into it. Give into me.”
With shallow breaths, Jason nodded. “Please,” he gasped.
Elliot shared a bemused look with Rachel. “Please what?”
Jason’s free hand drifted to his cock, rubbing it, squeezing it. “Please God, fuck me already, will you? I want to feel you innnnnnnnn—”
As Elliot guided his dick into Jason, the word ran up high, higher, to hit a register Rachel hadn’t known her husband could reach. His cock went ramrod straight, cum leaking from the tip in a steady flow over Jason’s clenched fist. His eyes rolled back in his head and his breath came in feathery little puffs, uh uh uh yeah uh, as Elliot slowly pushed into him. Farther, further, in, from tip to base, pulling Jason’s hips to him and screwing into Jason’s depths, tiny little motions that rocked the bed and made Jason whimper with need.
Then he pulled back, almost al
l the way out, holding Jason’s legs up and out of the way before shoving in again. And again. “Like that, uh?” Elliot grunted. “Do you?”
“Please,” Jason moaned, and “yes,” and “God yes, please, Jesus.” When Rachel covered his mouth with hers, he murmured the words into her like a mantra.
Suddenly Elliot slapped her hip. “Come on, baby girl. Hop up on your man and let’s make this a true one-two-three.”
Rachel didn’t have to be told twice. She straddled Jason, taking a moment to wriggle her hips against him, the hair on his chest tickling her inner thighs. Then she scooched back, slowly, savoring the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her backside. She arched her back and pushed up off the bed, clenching her ass as his dick trailed wetly down between her buttocks. She arched higher and his dick slipped under her ass, between her legs. Then Jason guided himself into her, his cock sliding easily into her wet cunt.
She sat down, taking him in. Elliot reached around to cup one of her breasts, teasing and squeezing the nipple until it stood up like a diamond in his palm. “Yes,” she sighed as Jason thumbed her clit, slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his hips grinding into her, of Elliot fucking him. They moved together, all three of them, like an intricate clockwork meshing into place.
Faster, harder, in, pushing each other towards ecstasy, towards release. Rachel came first, in a flurry of breathy yeses, “Yes yes yes yesyesyes, yes, God, YES!” As her pussy clamped around Jason’s cock, he came in a hot rush, his seed filling her completely.
She leaned back, giving into her orgasm, and found herself in Elliot’s embrace. He nuzzled her neck as he quickened his pace, pushing into Jason, harder, faster. Her husband got off a second time, gasping as his dick spasmed inside her.
Then Elliot hugged Rachel tight, his breath hot and quick in her ear. She could feel his whole body hum as he climaxed.
Before she knew it, the moment was gone, the three of them spent. And Rachel couldn’t wait to do it again.
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