The fire in the bedroom was lit.  I was standing by it in my black stilettos, black brief briefs, black bra, and a black negligée over which I had a three-quarter-length black jacket.  Strong red lipstick and Bobbi Brown eye makeup completed my outfit.  I was waiting.  C sat on the chaise longue, He had on a shirt and trousers.  He always goes commando style when we have morning meets.

The clock ticked towards ten, Jay should be here soon.  I liked this date.  He was tall, and he was a big boy!  I loved the way it sprang out of his pants as I lowered them and stood upright waving gently, every so often it would jerk against his belly.  As I stood there, I could feel his tool as it filled me.  He definitely touched me deeper than C could.  As I shifted my stance, the wonderful feeling between my legs of being ready, being prepared for the persistent pressure of a rampant penis penetrated my thoughts.  Come on, don’t be late!   

The gate bell rang.  Thank goodness, Jay had arrived.  C answered it and had the gate swing open.  I walked down the stairs carefully.  Damn, the heels were high!  I opened the door just before he reached it and reached out and up to pull him into a kiss.  I knew C was watching and he had encouraged me to give Jay a full girlfriend experience.  As he crossed the threshold his left hand reached behind my neck and he slid his other hand over my breast, under the jacket to pull me in.  Lips and tongue met each other.  He then pressed himself against me.  No doubt about anything – I could tell, we both were obviously anticipating pleasure.

Hand in hand I took him upstairs.  The two men nodded to each other.  C always lets my lover take his pleasures first, and indeed keeps his presence such that Jay and I forget he was there.  It is warm in the room, it’s the fire.  I hate having sex in the cold.  Goosebumps should be caused by your lover thrilling you, not because you are shivering.  And who wants sex under the covers, it hides the magnificent manhood of your lover’s body.  Feel, smell, taste, and sight – they all add to the sensual overload that presages a great orgasm.  I want to watch my lover’s sex as I stroke, tongue, and kiss his pride.

We stand against each other and renew our kissing.  His hands are travelling up and down my back and ease the jacket off my shoulders so that it falls away.  My hands are stroking him across his chest, down his sides, pulling him into me – I want to feel that bulge!  He steps back after a while and places his hands on my breasts.  I push them out for him as he fondles and stretches them through the negligée.  With a practiced twist of his fingers, he opens the clasp and parts the flimsy material.  He has easy access now to my swelling globes and he dips his hands, first one then the other, to catch the nipples and pinch them as they hide in their cups.

I unbuckle his belt, undo the two buttons, and slide my fingers so I can push his trousers down, making sure his underpants stay up.  I have plans for those!  He stands there in his open shirt and his soft underwear with his manhood stretching out towards me.  Poor thing, his phallus is forced to point down.  It must be painful!  I sink to my knees; my mouth is level with his crotch.  I breathe in his smell.  Goodness, he smells so good, fresh, male, sexed up.  Using the tips of my fingers and my teeth I grip his pants and pull them free.  Perfect!  His cock leaps free, straining in its delight to be unfettered and so close to one of its sought-after places.  Following the line of least resistance and my own pleasure, I lick up from his moving, twitching sac up the long under-surface until I find the tip.  I encircle it and then cap it with my mouth, sucking and suckling him.  I guess I’m doing okay because I can feel him tremble and hear a huge shuddering sigh.  His hands come and rest on my hair and he gently guides the pace and placing of my pleasing mouth.  He has a large manhood, as I’ve already mentioned so I paid it lots of attention, each part getting its due.

He reached down and lifted me and lifted me higher.  I encircled his waist with my legs and let my bottom settle across his rigid phallus.  He bounced me a few times and I could feel him press upwards.  Was he going to impale me like this?  But no!  I still was wearing my panties.  He lowered me to the couch, holding me in his arms, and then slid his forearms from under me, grasping my knickers on the way and dropping them to the floor. 

Now here is the thing.  Men do not linger over lingerie.  I don’t understand why.  It’s expensive, they are often the buyers, and we like to show off in the items, but when it comes down to it, the lovely lingerie just gets shucked. 

Well, anyway it was this time.  And then he was between my legs.  Kissing, sucking, licking – he’s really good at that.  He held my legs and spread them up and apart while he investigated every fold, every nuance of my hidden sex.  There was no way I could either keep still or not moan.  He introduced his fingers, rubbing my mons that was so needy it exploded two, three times in a row.  And that just made Jay more excited, more exploratory.  As I came down from the third visit to orgasmic heaven, he leaned forward, pressing me deep into the couch, and placed his very hard, very demanding manhood at the entrance of my vagina, next stop the entrance to my womb.

At this point, C joins in and suggests the bed might be a more sensible place to continue the action.  Jay nods, picks me up, takes me to the bed, and drops me down.  You can see his eagerness as his penis jerks up and down of its own volition.  But I have other plans.  As Jay gets onto the bed beside me, I turn him on his back and start to kiss his sac, which is now almost pulled up entirely into his belly.  Jay grabs his thighs and pulls them high.  Taking the hint, I go low and gently lick his bottom and tongue his ass.  He is sweet-smelling and groans as my tongue travels along his crack and up along his penis. 

After a minute or two of this, he begs me to ride him.  I fear if I don’t his wood might split asunder, so I hold him still and slide him all the way in and up into my warm, wet, and willing tube.  And I ride him.  Toward the end, I lost a few seconds as his penis pushed me over the edge, I felt four immense jets issue from him as his hips bucked beneath me.  Coming to my senses I found C was holding me upright on Jay’s penis.  Laying me gently on my back he disengaged it.  The pool of our pleasure lay between us and Jay’s belly was covered with our cum.  Then C began to bring me off.  It’s part of our ritual, him reclaiming me.  First, he attends to my mons and then inserts two fingers, and knowing exactly where to put pressure and when to put pressure brings me to a crashing squirting orgasm.

Jay is replete and lies on the bed, while C lays me against Jay and then slips himself inside me.  We all three move to the rhythm and C spills inside me – always such a pleasure – and it’s not yet midday.

We like mornings like that.