Fun with Brett and Allie

Edited by Quinn McMullen

“Allie?”

I lifted my eyes from my phone. “Hi, Drake I presume?”

I heard the nervous tremor in my voice and prayed he didn’t. I gave a flirty wink, then smiled my best smile. Both felt more than a little forced. Standing, I embraced the mountain of a man standing before me. His scent enveloped me, and I felt my knees buckle. Hold it together Allie, I told my inner self.

“Yes,” he said, returning my embrace, his smile widening. “I was hoping it was you. For a minute, I was getting a little nervous.”

I looked at him puzzled and watched him nod toward the other end of the room. I looked and immediately began to laugh.

Drake had nodded to a rather large middle-aged woman sitting with whom I presume was her husband. The lady was shoveling barbeque chicken wings into her mouth at an alarming rate. Before I looked away, I saw her put her sauce-covered fingers into her mouth one at a time to the second knuckle. She then pulled them out, each time making a rather disturbing wet smacking sound that could be heard from across the room. At first, I thought maybe it was an attempt to seduce the man sitting in front of her, but alas, her eyes never left her plate and he never looked up from his.

I looked back at Drake. “Oh my, I see where the confusion lies.” Distracted by the scene before me, my nerves steadied as I looked back to the woman and the man sitting across the room. Red blouse, black skirt, red pumps, sitting with her husband.

“Yeah,” Drake said in a slow dramatic tone. His eyes met mine as he looked me up and down with an exaggerated gesture. “Red blouse, black skirt, and red shoes”

“No,” I corrected, “I’m wearing a red blouse, black shirt, with red stilettos. Now it was Drake’s turn to laugh, his voice deep and smooth.

“So, if this is you, where is Brett?”

This time it was my turn to nod to a corner of the room. Drake turned to look, and I used the distraction to drink him in a little.

“Which table,” he asked, obviously not seeing anyone sitting alone.

“The one with the blond.”

I let my eyes admire his dark complexion, his chiseled lines. I even let my eyes flick a little lower and, oh my! I looked back just in time to meet his intense gaze. Drake gave a puzzled look holding his hand out for me to sit. Once seated, he followed suit. Manners, I thought. The waiter approached the table, and I ordered a glass of wine. He ordered a whiskey neat.

Drake waited until the waiter had departed, then said, “I thought I was meeting the two of you.”

“Well, it’s a bit of a story if you want to hear it.”

“Take your time,” he said in a very suggestive tone, “I am in no hurry.”

“Hmmmm, so where to start. Let’s see. Once Brett and I decided to start exploring this open relationship thing, we posted an ad for couples. We met a few, and most were very nice, but there seemed to always be a little something off with each. We talked and if we were going to do this, we were not going to settle.”

“Neither one of you wanted to take one for the team?” Drake asked with a knowing smirk.

“Exactly,” I continued, “I know, it sounds pretty shallow, but if there is no connection, well, there is no connection. We weren’t just looking for random hook-ups. We were looking to meet new friends and lovers.”

“So, every time we would meet a new couple, it seemed if there was a spark between the husband and me, there would be nothing between Brett and the wife or vice versa. This went on for over a year. We had just about given up when we got an email from this couple, and they seemed compatible. They met every requirement we had. They seemed almost too good to be true.

“We decided to meet up the next time they were in town. They come into town every few months. I think her mother lives here. Anyway, a few weeks later we booked a room here because this is the same hotel where they stay. That evening we met them for dinner, and everything clicked for both of us. He was as attractive as she was beautiful”, I said, flicking my eyes to the corner, “and she may look like a ditsy Barbie doll, but she is brilliant and funny. Her husband is even funnier. It was like we were meeting up with old friends we had known forever. Brett and I have dubbed them Ken and Barbie. Although ironically, his name really is Ken.”

Drake chuckled, and for the first time, I smiled a smile that seemed genuine.

I continued, “Everything was going so well; in fact, Brett and I kept looking at each other like, can you believe this. Then Barbie got a call.

“She apologized and dismissed herself. A few minutes later, she said they had some family things they were dealing with and needed to step out. Later she texted and said they would not be able to get back until very late, but wanted to reassure us they had had a wonderful time. We said we understood and told them to reach out next time they were going to be in town.”

Drake nodded.

“To our chagrin, the next time they were in town, it was Brett that had something come up at work, and so we had to cancel. The time after that, they had to cancel with another family emergency. I’m not sure if you’re beginning to catch the pattern or not, but the next thing we knew, six months had passed.”

Drake’s eyebrows raised, “Wow! Sounds like you guys were having a hard time catching a break. I mean, I know it can be tough aligning multiple schedules, but wow.”

“It was crazy, so Brett and I sat down and talked about it and decided that we would try to engage with some singles instead of limiting ourselves to just couples. We placed several new ads. One was the ad you responded to the other day.”

“Hot wife looking for a third,” Drake said.

“Yes,” I continued, “and the other was Brett’s Three’s Company ad, “Jack and Janet looking for our Chrissy to join.”

Drake laughed, “Is that a reference to the old TV show.”

I smiled, “Yes, it is.”

I paused for a minute as the waiter approached with our drinks. The waiter then asked if we had time to look over our menus. I looked to Drake, and to my delight, his eyes were wandering up and down my body.

Drake became serious, “Yes, I have, and I can see I am going to need more time.”

The waiter nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll check back in a few minutes.”

Drake gave me a wink and told him, “No hurry, I like to take my time.”

Boy, this guy is good, I thought to myself, and I felt a sliver of anticipation grow. Now I couldn’t help but smile.

I looked over to Brett, and it looked like he was having a good time. Brett smiled and nodded at me, giving me a wink.

Drake asked, “So, then what happened?”

I picked up my wine and let the glass kiss my lips as I turned my attention back to Drake. I took a sip and rolled it on my tongue before swallowing. I let a small sigh escape from my lips. Now it was Drake who was smiling.

“The next morning when I checked my inbox. I had over a hundred responses.”

“Really,” he said, leaning forward and taking a seductive sip of his own.

“I started the daunting task of deleting and blocking everyone who had sent me a dick pic. Then I weaned out everyone who had one-word profiles, then the ones who had obviously not read mine. That left only two people. You were the first to message me back.

“Right, but I thought I was meeting you and your husband. That is what your message said.”

“Sorry about that. We have still been talking with our out-of-town couple. Brett mentioned to Ken that we had placed a few ads looking to add a third. That is when Ken said they played solo as well from time to time. He said Barbie was available quite a bit more than he was due to his schedule. Then he told Brett she was in town and might want company for a bit this evening. Ken asked if it would be okay for her to contact us, and maybe we could meet up. Brett then explained I was meeting you today, but said he could meet her for dinner. Ken thought that was a great idea.

“I was going to text, but this all just happened a few minutes before you got here. When we walked into the restaurant, Barbie was already here having dinner. Brett went over to keep her company while I waited for you. Brett said it would give us some time to get to know one another and maybe take some of the pressure off.”

Drake took a thoughtful sip and seemed to consider everything. “Seems it’s a night for audibles. I just had a similar thing happen to me today. I have a friend who got her weeks mixed up and got here today instead of next week.”

“Oh wow,” I said, a spark of disappointment trying to take root. “You are meeting her tonight?”

“Yeah, but I told her it could be late and that I had dinner with friends. She’s cool like that.”

“Gosh, now I feel like I am wrecking your night.”

“Na, it happens to all of us. You go through periods where nothing works out, then the stars align, and you don’t sleep for a month.” Drake smiled, leaning back, “My plans haven’t changed, just here to meet new friends and see where it takes us. What are your thoughts on tonight?”

I gave him a smile and a wink. “Honestly, I don’t know. We are kind of winging it tonight. It seems every time we try and make plans, they dissolve into dust. So tonight, we are just going with the flow, if that is okay with you of course”.

Drake chuckled, “How long have you two been open like this. From the start?”

“Sort of. We met our junior year of college at a frat party of all places. We were both just coming off bad breakups. We got into a drunken philosophical discussion on the merits of consensual non-monogamous relationships as well as polygamy and polyamory. I mean why can’t you flirt with anyone else ever if you’re in a relationship. If you’re in love and trust one another it shouldn’t matter. Besides, who says you are only capable of loving one person. I mean one person is supposed to meet all your needs forever? So, you don’t ever get a break? Worse yet is what if you like something your partner doesn’t like sexually. Are you to be deprived of that one thing forever? And how selfish is it to say you won’t do something for your partner, and not allow someone else to meet that need. I mean when I hired the lawn service Brett didn’t come home all upset and jealous of the guy cutting the grass. He was thankful that he didn’t have to do it. Then when he hired a housekeeper, I wasn’t jealous because she came in and cleaned up our mess. Not at all, we hire housekeepers and lawn services to take care of things when they are getting neglected. Why would this not spill over into the sexual arena?”

Drake’s eyebrows raised, “Wow, that’s a pretty deep conversation for just meeting.”

“Yeah, but we get that way when we are drunk.”

He smirked, “Should I order you another?”

I laughed, “I don’t know if you could handle me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Anyway,” I said, redirecting the conversation back, “The discussion progressed to talking about the perfect relationship being one free of all the jealousy and insecurity that comes with traditional relationships. The next thing we knew, we were talking about how to build the perfect relationship free of all the things that seemed to end them. We decided the main culprits always came down to money, cheating, and jealousy. If you had an open relationship, you would be open about finance, open about relationships, and open about your emotions, working with each other to overcome jealousy.

“Remember, at the time Brett was just some guy I met at a frat party. We didn’t even know each other’s names until the end of the night when Brett asked if I would be his open girlfriend. I laughed and said I would. We exchanged numbers, but we never connected.”

“A few months later, we ran into each other at another party. This time we were sober when we started talking, and it was like we were old friends. He was handsome and funny. I, of course, was sexy and adorable.”

Drake laughed, “Don’t forget charming and humble.”

I laughed too, “In the middle of our conversation, a girl came up to Brett and slipped her arm into his. Then she stared daggers at me while Brett and I kept talking. After a bit, she interrupted the story Brett was telling by saying,

“‘Who is this?’ in a most venomous tone.

“Without missing a beat, Brett said, ‘Oh, her, that is my wife.’

“I somehow managed not to laugh deciding in an instant I would play along. I watched in dismay as the color drained from the poor girl’s face. She then flushed with embarrassment. She regained a little of her composure and said in the whiniest little mouse-like voice,

“‘I thought “I” was your girlfriend.’

“Brett smiled and said, “You are baby, Allie and I just have an open marriage.’

“I watched the expression change on the girl’s face, and she opened and closed her mouth like a carp, unable to form whatever words were racing through her mind. Then her lips clamped into a tight thin line as she furrowed her brow in what I could only speculate was thoughtfulness.

“Then she smiled sweetly and said, “Nice to meet you. My name is Stacy.’

“She extended her hand nervously. I took it and gave it a reassuring squeeze as I smiled at her.

“‘My name is Allie. It’s charming to meet you. Brett has told me so much about you.’

“She seemed very confused as she pondered everything a moment before asking in almost a whisper, ‘And you’re okay with this?’

“I said, ‘Whatever makes my husband happy makes me happy.’

“She said, ‘Oh, okay,’

“Then Brett kissed her on the cheek, saying, ‘Go have some fun babe, I’ll see you in a bit.’

“She wandered off, looking dazed and confused.

“As soon as she was out of sight, I turned back to Brett, and when our eyes met, we both began to laugh uncontrollably. I don’t remember ever laughing so hard.

“So, after having met only two times, we decided we would be pretend married as kind of a social experiment. It wasn’t long until Brett and I became inseparable.”

Drake wore a huge grin, “That’s crazy, so you guys started dating and have been open ever since?”

“Well, not exactly. We told everyone we were married and in an open relationship, but we weren’t even dating. The reality of it was, Brett and I continued as just friends. At first, it was great. Since we were not involved with each other on a physical level, there was no jealousy.

“So, we both dated other people. It didn’t take long until it became known, Brett and I were together but also available for other relationships with no strings. The guys flocked to me, and the girls began to throw themselves at Brett. It was a wild couple of months for sure. There were no more jealous boyfriends or girlfriends to contend with and almost no drama.

“After a while, we just stopped dating others because we hung out so much. Eventually, we began to date officially, and as things started to look serious, we sat down and talked about what we wanted. We decided we would base our whole association on honesty, trust, and truth. It was to be an open relationship, and we would talk about issues as they came up and make course corrections so we could live our best life. Then at some point after that we fell in love.

“Funny thing is, even though we both had a pass, we ended up in a mostly monogamous relationship. We had a couple of dates over the next few years with other people, but nothing serious since we have been together.

“After college, as our friends got married or ended up in serious relationships, their spouse or significant other would eventually find out about Brett and my open marriage. Then they would forbid our friend from having anything to do with us. They treated us like we were trying to steal their spouses away or seduce them into joining some crazy sex-cult-like lifestyle.

“The thing is, if we wanted to do that, we could have done it before they met, but whatever. It hurt, and I think we didn’t recover from it for a long time. Instead, we just became the thing we said we would never be, and that was a conventional married couple. Then seven years later, here we are.”

“Wow, that’s crazy,” Drake said as the waiter approached the table.

I laughed; “We still haven’t decided what we want to eat.”

Drake smiled and said, “I have. I just don’t know if it’s on the menu yet”.

The waiter spoke up, “You can request it, and I can check with the chef to see if they can make it. You would be surprised with they can whip up back there.”

Drake asked, “Like chicken wings?”

The waiter shot him a curious look before saying, “I believe wings are on the menu, sir.”

Once the urge to roll on the floor laughing finally subsided, I said “Thanks, I think I have decided, but I need a few more minutes.”

The waiter bobbed his head, “I’ll be back shortly.”

Drake took another drink from his glass and sat back. “So, the two of you have been interested in the lifestyle for a long time?”

“Yes. We’ve both had flirty types of relationships with others over the years, but nothing that made it past second base. Well, not until a few months ago.”

“What happened a few months ago?”

“Remember I said we have been talking to Ken and Barbie for a while now?”

Drake nodded, taking another sip.

“There is a resort they have a membership at, and they weren’t going to make it down there this year. Ken and Barbie thought it might be a great place to dip our toes in the water. So, they offered up their rooms if we wanted them.”

“I’m guessing you went; did you learn a lot?”

“Yes, and it was an eye-opener for sure. We started out staying at the resort next door because of storm damage to our room. The resort assigned us to a nice couple who showed us around. One of the things this couple liked to do was dogging. It’s when you watch other people have sex, and so we mostly did that.”

Drake nodded, “That can be quite erotic. Plus it’s a great way to break the ice with other couples.”

“Oh, it was hot, we would get all worked up, then head back to the room, and it was game on.”

Drake laughed, “Nothing like watching a couple make love right in front of you. Sometimes it’s like you can feel the sexual energy radiating off them. Did you end up playing with your hosts?”

I lowered my voice to a confidential tone, “Yes, we played around a few times. We didn’t have sex, but there was quite a bit of oral stuff.”

I shifted in my chair a little as the butterflies fluttered at the remembering. “At one point, we met a very nice young lady that we did end up taking back to our room. It was an unbelievable night. Then when things were just starting to ramp up, she left abruptly without saying anything. We found out later that she had some family stuff going on, but it kind of screwed us up for a few days thinking we did something wrong. So, we never ended up exploring the lifestyle after that as much as we had hoped.”

“Boy, you’re not kidding about bad luck.” Drake took another sip

“Our sex life is amazing, so we still have that at least!”

Drake rubbed his jawline thoughtfully, “Why have you decided to jump into the lifestyle after so many years of a vanilla life?”

“We spent the first several years of marriage working hard on our relationship and our careers. Now that we have built a strong base, we have extra time, money, and energy to put into other people without neglecting each other. We decided it was time to spread our wings and fly.”

My phone vibrated in my purse, and I looked over to where Brett was now sitting alone. I pulled my cell from the side pocket and looked at my screen. I felt butterflies. The message from Brett read, “Barbie had some family business; I’m available. Thumbs up for both of us, Winky face for solo play, thumbs down if it’s a no go.”

“So, what’s next?” Drake asked.

I looked up and smiled warmly, saying, “I think you should call the waiter over and let him know you are getting takeout.”

Drake kept his composure, but I watched the corner of his mouth turn up slightly. “Will your husband be joining us for takeout?”

“Yes,” I said as I pressed the thumbs up emoji, then hit send, “he is bringing dessert.”

Drake nodded as he pulled a money clip from his front pocket. Placing a hundred-dollar bill on the table, He stood up and took my hand, helping me to my feet. I looked over, and Brett was already gone.

—————

I opened the door to our suite to a room transformed by candlelight, flowers, and the subtle aromas of vanilla, spiced rum, and Brett’s cologne. When we had checked in just a few hours before, the room felt quite lavish, but cold. Now, it was as inviting as a warm bubble bath after a long stressful day.

I felt Drake at my back, and gooseflesh covered my body as his lips touched my ear. I felt the heat of his breath as he spoke,

“Somebody has sure set the mood.”

Drake’s scent mixed with familiar ones, then all at once, I felt the total weight of the reality before and behind me. Tonight, everything in our life could change. The open lifestyle that Brett and I proclaimed we had was going to be tested, if we let it. For good or ill we were about to find out.

I began to wonder. If we moved forward, was I trading what I had for something else, and would it be better or worse? What if the jealousy we had worked so hard to keep at bay for all these years finally crept into our marriage? We had had some reservations over the years. What Brett and I had built was fantastic. We said we would not trade it for the world, but were we about to do just that? Was it worth the risk? Tonight, was where the rubber was meeting the road, no pun intended. And tonight, we would see if we could live the life we had set out to live so many years ago. If we let it, this was going to happen.

I felt a shiver as nervous anxiety mixed with the sexual energy in the room. All my senses became as sharp as a razer’s edge. The anticipation felt like a heavy cloak surrounding me, urging me forward, and for the first time tonight, I felt the need in me. My body, ignoring my reservations, and already knowing what it wanted, followed the candlelit path leading deeper into the suite. As I walked, Drake was so close behind me, I could feel his heat, and it seemed to match the burning inside me.

I noticed the room had been rearranged and thought, How had Brett had time to do all this? He was wearing a silk robe and sitting in an oversized leather chair he had placed in front of the love seat. Champagne was chilling, and there were three long stem glasses. Three.

Brett smiled, then leaned forward to pour. His robe parted slightly, revealing that his level of excitement was equal to my own. He looked past me and nodded. I turned and met the heat of Drake’s mouth. My lips parted then matched his intensity. So, this was it, we had decided.

I felt the exhilaration of weightlessness as Drake picked me up, our lips still locked, he carried me across the threshold of polyamory.

Drake placed me on the love seat, his lips caressing my neck. His fingers pulled at the buttons on my blouse. My heart jumped with the release of each one. My breasts, although modest, burst forth, spilling into the night air to be met by Drake’s lips. The heat from his mouth was searing. He sucked hard on my right nipple, and it drew uptight.

Drake then worked my skirt up over my hips, and I felt his finger pull my thong to the side. Oh wow, this was happening fast.

I looked to Brett, and he was sitting on the edge of the chair sipping champagne. He wasn’t wasting any time and had begun to stroke himself. When our eyes met, his grin went wide, reassuring me everything was okay. So far so, oh god, Drake ran his tongue around my button, immediately pulling my attention back.

Drake’s fingers teased my slickness. God my body was so ready for this.

I looked back to Brett; I felt the strength in Drake’s arms and hands as he pinned me to the sofa, keeping my hips from moving. Drake’s mouth bore down on me as the suction increased ever so slightly. The flicks of his tongue caused my back to arch. My eyes were still locked with Brett’s, I refused to let them close. God, I was so close to cumming, and I wanted Brett to be able to look into my soul and maybe feel what I was feeling at that moment.

He leaned forward and mouthed, “I love you.”

My heart fluttered as I mouthed back, “I love you too.”

Drake’s mouth felt amazing, the more he caressed, licked, sucked, and kissed the more my body craved the desired result. His mouth pressed into my mound, and I ground back into his mouth. His tongue made stimulating little flicks that caused my nerves to jump and pop.

It was at this point I began to hate a little quark I have. No matter how good it feels, or how close I get, I can’t come until my fingers unlock my first orgasm. Once unlocked, I can be brought to climax easily. I know it’s just some kind of mental block, it feels like I will release at any moment, but alas my satisfaction never arrives unless I push myself over the precipice.

So, when I reached down and grabbed Drake’s head, pulling it toward my mouth. It wasn’t because I wanted him to stop. It’s just I was on the edge, so close, and it was driving me crazy. I desperately needed my release. My right hand dropped, and my fingers began their magic dance around my nub. We kissed, and I could taste me.

Drake’s fingers never stopped probing and working. He made the come here motion inside me. It made me soaking wet. My hips kept rotating and writhing around his fingers as they pushed deeper into me–my hand working at a feverish pace edging me so very close.

My left leg began to shake uncontrollably. I let my fingers push up under his shirt with my left hand, then gently rubbed along his skin. I could feel the ripples of his abs. I lifted his shirt, and he pulled it off. Leaning back, he began to unfasten his pants.

I looked away and over to Brett. As much as I was enjoying this, I needed to make sure he was okay. I heard Drake’s buckle hit the floor, and Brett grinned like a kid who had just won the fair day goose. Drake’s shadow moved over me, and then his breath was on my ear.

“Allie, are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I said weakly, never taking my eyes off Brett.

Drake reached between us as my fingers continued working my button. He let his tip slip back and forth across my slickness. It was going to happen any second now. My fingers circled as my heat began to radiate outward. His head was at my entrance. There was pressure as my body began to open to him, expanding, and oh lord, intensifying.

My body began rocketing toward the inevitable. I felt my vaginal walls clamp down around him hard. Drake pulled back a little giving me a much-needed moment to adjust to his girth. Oh wow, he was big. His size was a temporary mental distraction, I refocused on what my body was feeling. I had lost a little ground, but it still wasn’t going to take much more.

With my eyes still trained on Brett, I rotated my hips and pushed back into Drake hard. I could feel his full length and thickness as he slipped deep into me, stretching me past my limit.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, hands shooting to Drake’s hips, stopping him, pushing him back with all my strength.

Drake pulled out quickly exclaiming, “Shit, Allie, you okay?”

Brett was at my side in an instant.

“It’s ok,” I began reassuring both of them, “I mean holy shit, I wasn’t expecting that, fuck you’re big.”

My eyes snapped back to Drake. He moved back as I sat up.

“Did I hurt you too bad?” Drake asked, his concern comforting me.

“A little, I mean, it wasn’t terrible. It just scared me for a second. I mean I thought I was going to rip.”

“I am so sorry. I should have taken more time to work you up to it, it’s just you are so wet, then when you pushed into me, I mean, your body just took me, and I thought, shit, I shouldn’t have gone so fast.”

Brett handed me a glass of champagne.

I sighed, “No, really, we are good. Give me a minute to reset. I wasn’t prepared.”

Drake stood, and I got my first good look at the thing that had just tried to impale me. It looked comical it was so big. I watched as Drake moved away. It really was magnificent to behold. It swung back and forth slowly as he walked. Something in me sparked, and I wanted to touch him. I decided I wasn’t ready to give up on him just yet.

I drained my glass and handed it back to Brett for a refill.

I watched as Drake pulled his pants up over his erection. To my surprise, I felt a pang of disappointment as it disappeared.

“I’m going to use the little girl’s room. I’ll be back in a second,” I announced.

Brett followed me to the bathroom.

“Allie, are you really alright.”

“Yeah, it just caught me off guard. Give me a second, and we can maybe try again.”

“Are you sure, we don’t have to do this, I mean, if you’re uncomfortable with anything.”

Brett was starting to do the only thing that really annoyed me in our relationship. Second guessing what I was saying.

I interrupted him by dropping to my knees as I reached into his robe. I grabbed his cock and swallowed it. It shut him up and I could taste his precum immediately. It wouldn’t take much to get him to cum I thought. I let him slip from my mouth. Smiling up at him I thought back to the first time I had sucked his dick, Brett was quick to cum. I remember the disappointment I felt knowing I was going to be left wanting. I figured he was just like so many other guys I had sucked off. Once they got theirs, they would be like, so sorry, maybe next time. Brett however surprised me when after only a few minutes he was ready for more. Turns out it was his superpower. He only needed a short time before he was ready to go again, and he could be quite insatiable. It was one of his finest qualities in the bedroom.

Now I wondered how he was doing and if he was still ok with how the evening was unfolding.

I looked up as I stroked his shaft. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“More than I thought I would. I was kind of nervous about how I would feel about everything once we got going, but I am more concerned about how you are doing.”

“Like I said, I’m good. What I want to know is how are you feeling about everything?” I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue.

“Horney”

I laughed, “Me too, but how are you feeling, you ok?”

“I think so, the only concern I really have is you, and if you say you’re good.”

“I’m good, but I have to pee.” I took his cock to the base one more time, holding him there, choking for a second before coming back up. Then standing, I moved the rest of the way into the bathroom.

“So, what do you want to do?” Brett asked,

“It’s not what I want, it’s what I need, and I need you to fuck me. Then maybe, if you do a good job, I’ll let Drake try to stick that thing in me again.”

“You sure?”

Thinking back to that first blowjob again I said, “Remember the first time I tried to deep throat you?”

“Yeah, kind of hard to forget.”

“I know, but when I felt my gag reflex and the choking sensation, I panicked. Not because I didn’t like it, but because my body reacted in a way I wasn’t expecting. It just took me a few minutes to reset but knowing what to expect, my second attempt was much better.”

“Much,” Brett agreed.

“This is the same, I thought I was going to rip but I didn’t. I panicked with the discomfort is all. Now I kind of know what to expect. So, if you’re still good.”

“I’m good when you’re good,” Brett spoke, looking a bit more relaxed.

Talking about everything was making my own anxiety subside. I finished up in the bathroom and walked back into the living room with Brett. Drake had put his shirt back on and was texting.

He looked up, “Everything okay?”

“You bet,” Brett said, a little too eagerly.

“Great, “Drake said, “I feel terrible.”

“No Worries,” I reassured.

Drake’s phone vibrated, and he looked at the screen. “So, my friend I was telling Allie about earlier at dinner.”

“The one that showed up a week early?” I asked, remembering.

“Yeah,” Drake said, looking back to me. “She just texted me asking what I was doing. If we are calling it an evening, I thought I would maybe run down and say hi.”

“What, you’re leaving?” my voice sounded a bit panicked.

Brett’s voice matched the alarm in mine when he cut in, asking, “Is she in the lifestyle? Maybe have her swing down here, and we can have some drinks and talk, see where the night takes us.”

Drake shrugged, then smiled. “Sure, If Allie is cool with that.”

“Yeah, I’m not giving up on that cock yet,” I said, giving a wink that felt overly exaggerated and a bit awkward. To compensate for the comment, I followed up with a hysterical laugh that sounded a bit crazy. Even Brett shot me a look.

Oh no, it was happening again. Everything was going wrong.

“Great,” Drake said, seemingly unphased. “I’ll just walk down and grab her quick, back in a few.”

Brett walked over and handed Drake a key card, “See you in a few.”

Brett made his way over to the big leather chair then sat while I watched Drake leave the room. Once he was gone, I moved to where Brett was sitting. Kneeling in front of him, I reached into the robe and pulled him free once again. I took his beautiful cock into my mouth. Brett groaned, and his head rolled back as I took him to his base, then coming up, ran my tongue around his rim.

It was like sucking on a pacifier, his smell and taste familiar and comforting. My nerves began to reset as I let my fingers drop and began searching for the release I had yet to have.

Letting Brett slip from my mouth, I asked, “What do you think?”

“About what,” Brett moaned.

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft before speaking, “What do you think is going to happen when they get back?”

“Allie, they are the last thing on my mind right now.”

It was the right thing to say, and I smiled as I devoured his cock. I could taste more precum and slid my mouth up and down his shaft a bit quicker. I felt Brett’s hips begin to shake, giving the telltale sign he was close. I moved my fingers a little quicker, trying to catch up. I wanted us to cum together.

His pelvis rose almost imperceptibly, forcing him deeper into my throat. I gagged for a second. He was too close; I wasn’t going to catch up. I gave up the pursuit of my climax to focus on his.

I began stroking him with my right hand at a rabbit’s pace while I cupped the velvet skin that held the source of his seed with my left. I took just the tip into my mouth and began gently suckling him, flicking my tongue back and forth across that sensitive spot where his head and shaft meet.

Brett growled with approval; I felt his testicles draw up, and I knew it was time.

I heard the click of the door as it opened and Drake’s voice as he entered the suite.

I felt the first jerk of Brett’s cock and thought, Shit, well I can’t stop now. They were walking into a hell of a show.

Brett called out my name as he climaxed. I squeezed his shaft with my hand, pressing my tongue into the cleft of his head. His heat filled my mouth with the first two surges. On the third, he was spilling from the corners of my lips.

That’s when I heard a familiar feminine voice from behind me.

“Brett?”

“Missy?” Brett said in an odd tone.

I turned, letting Brett’s cock slip from my mouth with a smack.

“Missy?” I said, turning then standing to face the newcomer

Once the recognition clicked, I threw my arms around her. Then I held her at arm’s length to get a better look saying,

“What are you doing here?”

“Um, you missed some,” she said, a little shyly, her eyes beaming.

Her hands softly cupped my face as her thumbs cleaned up the corners of my mouth. I watched as she wrapped her lips around the first thumb savoring the remnants of Brett. I leaned forward, taking her other thumb into my mouth doing the same. I kissed her and instantly found myself back in Key West with all the nervous sexual adrenaline pumping through me. I could feel the longing for her in my body at the remembrance of that coupling.

I broke the kiss, and she gasped, “Allie, it’s so good to see you!

“OH, Missy, it’s so good to see you too! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here.”

Drake cleared his throat, reminding us he was still there.

“So, I take it you two know each other.” He said cocking one eyebrow.

“Yes, I said,” turning back toward Drake. “We met her at the Sun & Shade a few months ago. She was the one I was telling you about.”

“Wait, the resort you were at was the Sun & Shade, the one in Key West?” Drake asked.

“Yup,” Brett said, wrapping his robe back around him as he sat forward.

“And your name is Missy,” Drake said, looking confused.

“Yes, well no, actually my nickname has always been Missy when I was growing up. It’s what my Gram called me. Then it just stuck, and no one called me by my real name until a few months ago.

“There was a gentleman who started using my real name and well, it just felt like I was supposed to be using it. After the crazy events of this summer, I feel like a different person. I turned a page in my life and Missy was the name of my youth and irresponsibility. Virginia is the name of my coming of age and represents the person I want to become.”

“You’re such a mystery,” Brett said, picking up his glass and handing it to her. “Champagne?”

“No, thank you.” I have to catch a flight back to Key West at eight tomorrow morning.”

“What are you doing in Chicago?” Brett asked.

“I came home for a week to pack; I am moving to the keys to live with Gram.”

“Missy, er, I mean Virginia, sit down,” Brett gestured to the love seat then sat in the leather chair.

“It’s okay if you call me Missy. All my family still does. Everyone new I meet; I introduce myself as Virginia.”

I joined Brett sitting on his lap.

“I like the name Virginia and that’s what we will call you.” I said beaming at her.

“Thanks,” she gave us a wink, “me too.”

“I thought you were from Michigan,” I said. Leaning forward and picking up my glass, then taking a thoughtful sip.

“Oh, I do, or I did live in Michigan. The flights are cheaper to fly out of Chicago, so I flew in and out of here. Dad picked me up last week. I got everything packed up and shipped, and then he dropped me off here this afternoon.”

I watched as Virginia placed her hand on Drake’s inner thigh. She affectionately caressed him with her thumb.

“So, how do you know Drake?” I asked.

“We met at the Sun and Shade. His work brings him down that way every few weeks, and so we kind of just started hanging out all the time when he is in town.”

“Are you two dating”? Brett asked.

“No,” Virginia said,” just good friends.”

“With benefits,” Drake added cheerfully.

“Yes, with benefits,” Virginia said playfully. “I am dating Maria; I don’t think you met her, or wait, actually you did sort of. Remember the night at the gazebo?”

I nodded, “Of course.”

“Yeah. So, the younger woman is Maria.”

“No shit,” Brett said his smile widening.

“And Maria, is cool with Drake and everything?”

“Yeah, there is a lot to it, but we have an open relationship.”

“Well, you will have to catch me up with some girl time later.”

“Oh, for sure, I have missed you guys so much. I’m sorry I never called or anything. It’s just been a beyond crazy summer and…”

“You don’t have to explain it,” I said in a reassuring tone. “I’m just glad we ran back into one another. What a crazy coincidence.”

“Maria would say it’s a sign.”

“A sign for what?” I questioned, finishing off my glass.

With that, I watched as Virginia stood and walked over to me. Holding out her hand, I took it, and she helped me to my feet. She looked long into my eyes, and I could feel something building rapidly between us. Her hand caressed my face, and she pulled my mouth to hers. My breath left me, and my heart raced when our lips touched. Our tongues welcomed one another as two long-lost lovers reuniting after a long separation. The ground seemed to move, and I felt unsteady, Virginia’s embrace then anchored me to her, and my world righted.

She broke our kiss but not our embrace. I could feel the heat of her body pressed against mine.

She looked to Brett and asked, “Mind if we play with her for a bit while you recover?”

“Not at all,” Brett said.

The eagerness in Brett’s voice caused the butterflies in my stomach to spread their wings.

Virginia asked Drake to strip. I watched approvingly as the monster came out from its hiding place. He was soft, but still intimidating.

Next, she had him sit on the loveseat. Once seated, she pressed a button on the side causing just the back to recline slightly.

“That’s good,” she said turning back to me.

“Neat trick.” I exclaimed.

“You have no idea,” She giggled.

Virginia then led me to the love seat.

“Sit here on Drake’s lap with your back to him.”

“Like this?” I asked, sitting down on his lap.

“Yeah, like that. Now lean back against Drake.”

I did as I was instructed and felt his heat encompass my back.

Drake ran his fingers down my sides, sending little shivers through me. With Drake at my back, I watched as Virginia moved seductively to her knees in front of me. Then parting my legs, she began covering my inner thighs with kisses. Her eyes never leaving mine. She worked her fingers up under my skirt, I lifted, and she pulled my thong free.

I could feel Drake’s breath on the back of my neck, his hand pulling my hair to one side.

Virginia’s teeth scraped my skin just before one of her fingers slipped inside me. All the hair on my body stood up with the warmth of her lips.

Drake’s hands cupped both breasts and squeezed gently. Virginia began flicking her tongue across my clit.

The cry that escaped my lips was sudden and startling. “Oh God, Virginia.”

Her name felt good on my lips. Electricity radiated outward to the rest of my body from the point of my pleasure. I felt Drake’s fingers pinch then roll my nipples while Virginia worked another finger into me. Her mouth redoubled its efforts. It was as if she was trying to suck the pimento from an olive. My back arched, and I felt the strength of Drake’s arms hold me still. His manhood pressed firmly into my back. I could feel it growing.

Another pang of pleasure tried to take me, and I felt my core constrict. God, I was so close to cumming. Maybe Virginia was going to take me to my pleasure. Crying out, I fought for air between breaths. My body was shaking, spasming, and writhing. It was almost too much. I felt lips on mine, and I opened my eyes. I hadn’t realized I had even closed them.

Brett’s mouth was sensual and inviting. I reached out to touch him. With Drake behind me, hands kneading my breasts, Virginia between my legs, suckling and flicking me with her tongue, and now Brett’s erection in my hand, his lips hot on mine, all caused another burst of pleasure in me. I didn’t know how it was possible to be so close and not cum. I could feel the edge of where I needed to be. God, I needed to get Virginia to move so I could use my fingers. Inspiration struck.

“Fuck me,” I begged Brett, “please.”

Brett’s eyes moved to Virginia. I followed them to see she was shaking her head. I felt her lips release me, only to be replaced by a thumb. She made little circles, and I would have come off the couch if Drake wasn’t so strong.

Virginia looked to Brett, “You and I have unfinished business. If you want to fuck her, you’re going to have to fuck your way through me.”

Sexual energy flushed through my body at her words. She smiled a devious grin that Brett returned, and he looked back to me with questioning eyes. I nodded my head; it was all I could do.

Virginia’s mouth went back to work, her eyes once again locked with mine. She raked her nails down the inside of my thighs, reenergizing all my nerve endings. Seeing her between my thighs made my legs start to shake. I braced for a wave of ecstasy, but it was still just out of reach.

I watched Brett move behind Virginia, then kneel. He flipped her skirt up over her hips and smiled.

Giving me a wink, he said, “No panties.”

Brett worked his cock into her, and Virginia bore down on me. My eyes closed as I cried out, begging for relief. I moved my hand to help, but Virginia grabbed my wrist, preventing me from touching myself.

I opened my eyes, and I could see Brett behind Virginia. His robe was open, and his body slammed into hers over and over. I could feel the impact of each thrust as it ground Virginia’s mouth and fingers into me. I could hear and feel the slap, slap of their sex. Drake’s fingers pinched and pulled my nipples his mouth hot on my neck and ears.

Then Virginia came. Her mouth set me free as her fingers left the warmth of my body to dig into my thighs. She laid her head on my mound as she cried out.

With her orgasm, the assault on my clit had ceased. My body was still thrumming, but I could breathe and think again. I let my fingers drop and begin their ritual on my nub as Virginia continued to cum.

I felt Drake’s strong hands on my sides. He lifted me up far enough for his erection to slip from behind me. He positioned it so it stuck out between my legs pointing toward Virginia. With Drake’s cock now under me it felt like I was sitting on a perch. God, he was huge. I reached down and began to stroke the beast with my left hand. Drake’s hands returned to my breasts. My hips rotated grinding into his firmness as my fingers continued working me toward the finish line. I heard Virginia’s orgasm wane.

Her eyes opened. “What’s this?”

Virginia pulled my hand away from my need. What the actual hell, I thought as she continued.

Virginia took on a cowboy accent, “Well, hello their big fella, I see you’re trying to get between my lady friend here and me.”

Virginia’s lips went to the tip of Drake’s cock, and I watched in amazement as it disappeared. It took a second for my pleasure to register. I was so in awe. Virginia had swallowed the monster whole and was now using her nose to rub my clit, reminding me that I still hadn’t cum.

I heard her choke. She pressed harder into me. When she came off his cock, she gasped for air breathing heavy. She stroked Drake’s shaft with both hands then swallowed him again.

I looked to Brett, who was still pumping away at a steady pace, but his face had that look on it, the one that said he was going to cum soon. I envied his ability to cum easily. I didn’t blame him. I imagine the visuals were doing as much for him as they were for me. His eyes flicked up to mine.

“Cum with me, honey,” he cried.

Brett began driving into Virginia hard. She let go of my wrist as she came, choking on Drake’s cock. My hand, freed from its captor, flew to my nub with renewed determination.

This time there was no disappointment as I felt my overdue release. Drake’s arms wrapped around me and held me tight against his body as I bucked and convulsed. He pressed me downward into him as I writhed against his cock.

Virginia’s mouth return to me, and I let my hand fall away, letting her finish what I had started. The explosion of sensation that filled my body was almost unbearable. Every muscle twitched and clinched as I seamlessly rolled from one climax to the next. Then it happened. I began to squirt. I had heard stories from women who claimed they had, but thought it was just a myth and something that happened in porn.

My body was shaking so hard it felt as if I was having a seizure. I was no longer able to breathe. I looked into Brett’s eyes, my mouth hung open, but I was unable to even cry out to him. Fog began to cloud the corners of my vision as I watched the look on Brett’s face. He was coming too.

When I finally took a breath, I felt my lungs burn with the force of it. I think I blacked out. I looked and saw Brett coming out of the kitchen, his cock wagging like a dog’s tail. Brett handed me some water. I drank greedily letting it spill from my lips running down my chin and onto my breasts. My nipples drew up hard. Drake was still behind me, rubbing my shoulders, his cock as hard as ever, still sticking out from between my legs. Virginia’s face was covered in my fluids, her mouth wrapped around Drake’s shaft. Thank God she had moved back to his cock, it possibly saved me from suffocation.

I watched as Virginia leaned back on her knees, and I felt Drake lift me as he moved from under me. He placed me back on the love seat where he had been sitting. I could feel the remnants of his heat. Virginia removed her shirt and bra, followed by her skirt. Then she came to me, working her way up my body teasing it with kisses, licks, and bites. When she got to my mouth, I was ready for her.

God, I had missed how she tasted. Her breasts pushed against mine, I felt her heat as she ground her mound into me. After a few moments our breathing synced. Her lips were wet and warm, tasting of my pussy and Drake’s cock. It stirred things inside me, and I wanted more.

The cushion shifted and I watched as Drake moved from the couch to behind Virginia. His stiff cock swinging slowly back and forth as he walked. Once positioned behind her, he pushed my legs a little wider. Virginia’s breath drew in, then she kissed me hard as his cock buried itself deep within her womb. I felt his balls slap against my box with each thrust, and startled pleasure shot through me.

Then Drake began his assault, and it was a sight to behold. I could feel every thrust move through Virginia and into my body ending with the slap of his balls against my pussy. Each thrust a little more intense, then a little faster. It was driving me mad with pleasure. It was stimulating, but didn’t allow me another release. I began to long for his cock to be in me as Virginia clung to me in one continuous climax. Every vein in her neck was sticking out, her eyes rolled back, and her body was quivering. Fingers digging into me to the point of pain.

Then the assault stopped. Drake was breathing hard, beads of sweat on his forehead. He stepped back, and Brett stepped in. Virginia still clung to me, eyes closed, gasping for air.

Brett moved behind her. She shifted some, my own legs spread a little further apart. Brett entered me hard and fast. I was beyond ready and clamped down hard around him. I came with his first thrust.

I felt Virginia’s kisses on my neck, my ears, then my mouth. As the pleasure ebbed, I felt Brett slip from me. Then I felt the impacts through Virginia’s body as he turned his attention to her. Now it was Brett’s balls slapping against me teasing and edging me closer. As soon as Virginia came, Brett pulled his cock from her and was back driving it into me hard. He was taking turns switching with every orgasm, giving each one of us a chance to catch our breath.

Virginia kissed me with such fervor. I found myself lost to her. Our mouths began to take turns catching the others’ pleasure as Brett pounded out a rhythm between the two of us.

I felt several powerful thrusts just before Brett pushed deep finishing in me, almost seamlessly, Drake was there filling the void left behind by Brett. The power of the impacts Virginia was taking was notably more intense. Her fingers clawed and dug into my skin as she climaxed hard.

Then I felt his head touch my entrance. My eyes flew open to meet his. He smiled,

“If you want to try, I’ll go slow.”

I felt Virginia’s mouth on my ear. “I’m here with you, and we can do this together.”

I looked to Brett, who was now sitting next to us on the love seat. He gave the nod. I looked back to Drake.

“Okay,” I said, the word barely a whisper, “but in the bed.”

Virginia slipped off me and to the side as Drake picked me up in his arms. I put my arm around his neck and put my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. He carried me effortlessly toward the king-sized bed in the master bedroom.

I watched as Brett and Virginia moved in front of us, opening the door and clearing the path. Then they pulled the comforter and blankets back preparing for our arrival. They piled a few extra pillows into the middle of the bed. Preparations finished, Drake laid me on the burgundy satin sheets.

I felt the weight of him on the bed as he moved between my legs.

Both Virginia and Brett joined us, one on each side. I could feel their hands on my body, caressing and encouraging me.

“You ready,” Drake whispered

“Yeah,” I said, sounding more confident than I was feeling.

He worked the head of his cock around and around my wetness. Then he stopped and I felt the pressure. I braced myself and felt a pop as his head entered me. I took a sharp breath.

Virginia whispered in my ear, “You okay?”

A breathy “Yeah,” managed to escape.

True to his word, Drake took it very slowly. I could feel him pressing in, then pulling back. When I finally relaxed enough to expand, he slid in a bit further. Then my body gripped him so hard it stopped all forward progress. He eased back, letting me adjust, the whole process took time, but Drake was patient.

“You good?”

I nodded.

Drake pushed back in, I clamped around him like a vice, but he continued his advance a little further this time. I found myself breathing in short gasps. Slowly and standing on the edge of pleasure and pain, I continued to expand, my body attempting to accommodate his size.

“Jesus you’re big,” I panted.

He stopped again.

Pulling back a little, he paused, “Still good?”

“Yes.”

This time he pushed, and something was different. There was a delicious stretch, and my muscles went from rejecting to accepting. I felt as if warm water was filling my body to its limits. I expected my belly to burst at any moment as Drake entered my deepest regions.

When he hit bottom, a strange new wave of pleasure planted itself in my abdomen. The sensation seemed to erase all my discomfort. Drake stopped leaving himself buried in me as I dared to rotate my hips a little, and when he didn’t split me in two, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“You still okay?”

Again I nodded.

“Let me know if I need to stop.”

With that, I felt his machine go to work. He moved almost imperceptibly slow at first. He only pulled back a little before pushing gently back into my cervix. The warmth of pleasure began to radiate deep in me.

Drake continued the back-and-forth motion, allowing the stroke of his shaft to lengthen a little with each thrust. Each time he pushed back into me I felt my body constrict around him as my abdomen distended. I pressed my hand against my stomach and was surprised to feel him entering and exiting my body. His control was amazing.

He entered me a little faster and with pinpoint precision he let the head of his cock, ever so gently, tap my cervix sending a spike of pleasure through me. Something powerful was building in the deepest region of my body as he became a metronome between my legs. Each thrust bringing me closer to my crescendo.

I looked to Virginia, who was looking at me intently.

“You ready,” she asked, eyes sparkling, voice dripping with her sexuality.

I didn’t speak, only nodded my head

“Good,” she said, “I want to watch you cum hard around that big cock.”

“So do I,” Brett said, squeezing my hand.

With Brett laying on one side, stroking my breast and holding my hand, and Virginia laying on the other running her fingers through my hair. I looked up into Drake’s eyes.

I could hardly believe that just a few short hours ago I was contemplating if this was going to become a reality. Now the man I had just met today was between my legs, with one of my lovers on one side, and my husband on the other, I turned my attention fully to Drake.

His speed was increasing with every few thrusts. I felt the air leave me every time he hit bottom. I let go of Brett and moved my hands to Drake’s hips. I could feel their strength. I found myself wanting to encourage him as I pulled him into me a little faster, then harder. Virginia’s hand slipped lower, placing a finger on each side of my clit.

My first orgasm came from an unfamiliar place. It grew from somewhere deep in the recesses of my abdomen. It radiated outward and was joined by my typical climax as Virginia made little circles around my nub. I cried out. Drake’s rhythm never faltered as he pushed his cock into me time after time.

I felt my body constrict hard around Drake. This time it was not in protest, but in beautiful, sweet release. I felt his weight shift as he pushed down onto the bed with his hands. His hips moved back and forth at an incredible rate. I came, I came again, and then my hands went from pulling to pushing him back hard.

It had felt good, even beyond fantastic, but apparently, the pleasure could only override the discomfort for so long. He pulled out immediately when he noticed my distress, oddly enough leaving me feeling empty like a part of me had been removed with his withdraw.

Virginia pulled Drake onto the bed between us, then rolled on top of him. Lowering herself slowly she took him to the base. I don’t know where it all went, but I watched, mesmerized by the scene right next to me. I felt the caress of Brett’s hand, and I turned toward him. I smiled when I saw he had another erection.

“You okay?” he asked,

“I sure am. You ready for your turn?”

He rolled over on top of me and was between my legs in an instant, hard and sure. He was perfect, and I came often and hard. I ran my fingers up and down the familiar form of the man I loved so much. I knew every inch of his body, and he knew every inch of mine. I felt his thumb press my button as he slammed into me.

My body was riddled with pleasure as I looked to Virginia. She was on the balls of her feet, moving up and down on Drake’s massive cock. One hand stabilizing herself on his chest. The visual sent pangs of pleasure into the midst of my climax. I looked back to Brett; he was watching them now too. As my climax waned, I felt spent and dehydrated. I pulled Brett to my mouth and kissed him hard.

“I’m going to get something to drink.” I said breathlessly

“I’ll get it,” Brett offered, moving from between my legs then sliding off the bed. He was still as hard as a rail, but I needed a break badly.

“No, you stay here and have fun.” I’ll be back in a few.

“You sure?”

“Are you questioning me?” I asked giving him my mock stern look.

“No ma’am,” he said looking back to the bed.

I left the room, and the sounds of Virginia’s cries of passion faded to a murmur as I walked into the kitchen.

I drained two glasses of water before I let my mind begin to recount the evening’s events. Wow, I thought, this has been an amazing night. Everything between Brett and myself seemed to be good. I’m not sure what I had expected, but it wasn’t this. I took a moment to savor the remnants of pleasure. I thought about Brett ramming his dick into Virginia while she sucked Drake’s cock. I thought about her nose rubbing my button, teasing me. I closed my eyes and could almost feel it. My want was beginning to build again. I filled my glass once more and began walking back to the room.

I stood and the doorway and just watched.

Brett was lying on his back, Virginia between his legs, eagerly sucking his cock. Drake was behind Virginia, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her pussy with a slap, slap. Virginia cried out from around Brett’s cock. Encouraged by her exclamation of passion, Drake began to really drive into her. Virginia took Brett’s cock to the base then came back up letting a burst of pleasure explode from her lips. Then she swallowed Brett again. Virginia began to transfer the energy from Drake’s pounding to Brett’s cock. She relentlessly mouth fucked Brett as he began squirming around. The boys both looked like they were ready to cum.

I waited for Brett to notice me. It only took a minute before he looked up from what Virginia was doing to him and saw me standing in the doorway. With my eyes now locked with Brett’s, I walked over to the bed seductively letting my fingers caress my breasts and nipples. Brett watched as I climbed on to the bed behind Drake raking my nails down Drakes back as I did. I saw goose bumps instantly rise all over him. I reached between Drake’s legs and cupped his balls as he slammed into Virginia. I felt his velvety sack draw up slightly. I then continued to let my fingers caress Drake all over as he fucked Virginia doggy style, while she sucked Brett’s dick. It was so hot to watch and be able to touch.