by Kelly Hunter
Finally I was about to complete two weeks of on-site research for an article I was doing for our interior-decorating magazine. As a junior staffer, I was often the one sent to work up the shorter features, while my senior colleagues got sent to the homes of movie stars and, occasionally, overseas to flatter some minor nobility. In this case, however, I didn’t begrudge my less glamorous assignment at all. I had really enjoyed exploring Lionel and Carla’s spacious, contemporary manor, and I had enjoyed their company as they showed me around the house and suggested captions for the photos that would appear in the magazine.
They were younger than most of my subjects—both in their early thirties—and genuinely friendly. They’d even let me stay over twice when I’d gotten too wrapped up in my writing to catch the late train back into the city. From the guest room I often heard them walking past my door, whispering together, and I couldn’t help wondering exactly what went on once they reached their own huge waterbed just down the hall.
It was late afternoon, and I was working on my laptop in the study. I’d just put a few finishing touches on my final draft when Lionel knocked on the double doors behind me and stepped inside with his wife. “Hope we’re not interrupting, Kelly,” he said. Carla had a petite but energetic frame, appropriately capped by springy red hair that danced like fire over her neck and shoulders. Her sensual green eyes reminded me of a cat’s. Looking at the two of them together helped me understand why I’d never been able to decide which I preferred in bed, men or women.
“How could you be?” I laughed, though for some odd reason I thought I sounded nervous. “It’s your house, after all. I should think you’d be glad that after today I won’t be interrupting you any longer.”
“Not at all. We were just saying how we’ll miss your conversation.” Lionel was so charming. As he stood there in front of me, wearing the dove-gray polo shirt that perfectly matched his eyes, I felt a jealous stab in my groin because these two attractive people got to stay here together while I had to go back to work.
“We’ll miss looking at you,” Carla said bluntly. I had to admit that I felt the same in that respect, though I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Maybe she hadn’t meant it in quite the way I did anyway. The tiny, knowing smile she flashed me a second later, however, suggested that she did. “Lionel and I hoped you’d have dinner with us tonight. Do you need to be back in the city at any certain time?”
“Actually, no one expects me until late tomorrow morning, because I’ll be delivering edited copy. I’d love to have dinner.”
“Well, it’s settled then. Dinner should be ready in about a half hour. We’ll see you at the table after you’re finished here.” Carla nodded at me, then seemed to wink at her husband. He smiled again, very sincerely, and followed her from the room.
Alone again, I could barely concentrate on my work. Luckily I was nearly done, so I saved my file and went upstairs to freshen up instead. Would anything actually come of this dinner? I wondered. Well, just in case it did, I made myself look and feel my best. Luckily for me, I carry a toothbrush and toothpaste in my purse. Borrowing some cologne I found stashed under the sink, I put a dab on each of my breasts. It turned out to be well worth it.
As we sat around the dinner table laden with lobster and Champagne, I got the distinct impression that Lionel and Carla were scrutinizing me. At one point, I could have sworn I caught Carla staring at my breasts, and I have to admit that just the thought made my nipples stiffen against my thin blouse. She must have noticed, for she cleared her throat and fumbled with her lobster fork.
“Kelly,” she finally said, “as I told you before, we’ve really enjoyed having you here, and we’re sure you’ll do a wonderful job writing about our home. I hope you won’t be offended, but now that you’ve completed your professional obligations, we wondered if you’d care to, ah . . . join us in bed this evening.”
I looked at both of them, my fingers frozen around the stem of my champagne flute. Carla looked hungry, Lionel merely hopeful. I tried hard to disguise my excitement. Taking a deep breath and setting my glass down, I calmly said, “I’d be delighted to.”
They looked relieved more than anything. Lionel spoke first. “Perhaps after dessert? It would be a shame to waste such a lovely cheesecake.” At that, we all laughed, and Carla poured us some more Champagne to celebrate this new turn our relationship had taken. We savored dessert, though it seemed to take forever and I was far too excited to taste much of it. Instead, I was imagining what his cock was like, how her breasts would feel.
It seemed like an hour had passed, though it was really only about fifteen minutes before Carla put her coffee cup down, stood, and suggested that we take a few moments to freshen up before reconvening in their bedroom. I suspected that they were giving me the chance to change my mind. To prove that I was as willing as I’d suggested, as well as to speed things along, I removed my bra and panties before walking down the hall to meet them.
When I arrived at their bedroom door, deceptively looking fully clothed, I saw that Lionel had changed into a burgundy-colored silk robe with matching boxer shorts underneath. How nice it would be to slip that robe off his shoulders and let my hands travel down his trim belly’s light fuzz, and down even farther. Carla was lying on the king-size waterbed, a gold sheet fitted around her, outlining every sexy curve. One of her hands was lazily stroking her breast through the sheet.
“Why don’t you come over here and undress?” Carla suggested, reaching out her hand to bid me closer as the sheet uncovered her left breast. Her pink nipple was large and soft-looking, and I couldn’t wait to coax it to attention with my eager tongue. As I went to her, Lionel moved into position behind me. He reached around and unbuttoned my shirt while Carla undid my jeans for me. Both seemed pleased that I’d already disposed of my underwear. Carla slipped her fingers into my bush, moaning her appreciation, while Lionel ran his fingers around and over my breasts, pinching my nipples until they became stiff little nubs. As he pressed himself tight against my naked body, I reached back to grab his erection through his shorts. I gave him a serious squeeze and didn’t let go as I led him to the bed.
Carla was more than ready, and pulled the sheet down, fully exposing her impressive form. She looked as if she didn’t have an ounce of body fat, and I suspected that she worked out at a gym. Her red pubic triangle caught my eye, spilling over her thighs like a tiny forest fire. Tentatively, I extended a hand toward her, and she took it in both of hers and moved it palm-down over her torso, briefly across her kitten-soft mound and back up to her left nipple.
I eased comfortably against her while Lionel placed a hand on each of our pussies and toyed with us until we were moaning in unison. I took advantage of Carla’s relaxed state to lick her breasts, running my tongue down into the hollow between them, up either side, and finally tracing the outlines of her stiffening areolas one at a time. When she hooked her arm around my neck and nuzzled me closer, I used my teeth too, and she squirmed against me in a spasm of pleasure.
A few moments later, Lionel gently separated us and maneuvered me so that I was lying on my back between the two of them. I was absolutely shivering with excitement as Lionel’s fingers softly stroked the insides of my thighs and Carla began slowly kissing every inch of skin between my breasts and pubic hairline. She took a long time with my breasts, nibbling my nipples until they grew erect, just as I had done to her. The sensation, combined with Lionel’s expert manipulations a little lower, was almost more than I could take, and I had to clench my teeth to keep from crying out.
With some assistance from Carla, I managed to strip Lionel naked. I arched my back as the two of them continued to stroke and kiss me, letting the warmth from the waterbed seep into my skin from below while they raised a sweat on top. Cocooned in heat, I would have become groggy with pleasure if the ache in my cunt hadn’t kept prodding my desire. I also knew that they weren’t about to let me drift off, as Lionel got up on his knees and positioned his engorged prick at the entrance to my mouth.
His cock was a nice one, plenty long and thick enough to strain against the sides of my mouth. I slid my lips up until my teeth were just touching the base of his cock. His balls were pressed against my chin, and his musky scent enveloped me. Tilting my head just enough to see his reaction, I pressed my teeth against the bottom of Lionel’s balls, at which he let out a low groan and began thrusting his cock as far as he could into my come-starved mouth. His fingers raked through my hair as I continued to dally with his hard shaft. He wanted to come, but I wasn’t going to let him. After all, there were two of us for him to consider, and I was sure Carla didn’t want him to get off that easily either.
Meanwhile, she was just getting started on me. “A little wet here, aren’t you?” she said teasingly as she brushed her fingertips along my slit. Then she inserted two fingers, only to withdraw them slowly, to my sweet torment.
“Please,” I managed to utter around her husband’s cock. As my teeth grazed his shaft, he gasped loudly and his lightly furred sac contracted. The tight coils of his pubic hair tickled my nose. Meanwhile, behind me, Carla was only too happy to indulge my request. Her warm face nuzzled up to my asscheeks and her tongue flicked against my clitoris. I squirmed in delight, sucking harder on Lionel’s cock as involuntary tremors racked my body. I was only dimly aware of him twisting around and lying on the bed to slide his head between his wife’s legs. Soon he was pleasuring her too, and I could gauge his skill pretty accurately from her mouth’s increasing frenzy.
Under her urgent prodding, my swollen clitoris began to throb. I dug my fingers into Lionel’s hips and screamed out loud as the first wave of orgasm rolled through me, sending that familiar hot blaze through my cunt and thighs and all the way down to my ankles. Between my legs I felt Carla shuddering too, and finally she turned her face and cried out in ecstasy against my thigh. Apparently Lionel’s ministrations, along with my own splendid squeals, had been enough to push her over the edge.
“Oh, baby,” I heard him whisper in a strained voice as he fucked my face harder now, not knowing which one of us he was addressing. It didn’t matter; all three of us were experiencing our own ecstasy. Carla slumped across my calves, apparently spent, at least for the present. Finishing her husband off was up to me, since I had a little fight left in me yet.
I buried my face in his pubic hair, taking his rock-hard cock even deeper into my throat, and began sucking for all I was worth. It was a sloppy blow job, indeed. My saliva drenched his entire pubic area.
Lionel grunted when my fingers crept around his wrinkled balls, and his cock jumped in my mouth. Just as I pulled away, with my mouth still open, he came, painting my lips and outstretched tongue with his cream. Immediately Carla was at my side, getting in on the action. She pumped her husband’s shaft, coaxing out a second, smaller load.
The three of us collapsed in a satisfied heap on the bed. “Women, you were terrific,” Lionel panted, stroking our hair as his climax waned.
Somehow I mustered up the energy to speak. “I could say the same for the both of you.”
“Will you come and visit us again sometime?” Carla asked, turning onto her side and tracing the outline of my right nipple with her finger. I threw my head back and moaned groggily.
“Next weekend,” I answered dreamily, smiling to myself.