When they stepped out of the shower, John and Melissa slipped into plush robes that were hanging, waiting for them, along the bathroom wall.
“That,” John said to Melissa, “is the most I want to see you wearing for the rest of our time here.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Melissa countered, but with a smile, before adding, “but I can probably accommodate that request.”
“Good,” John replied. “Dinner should be arriving in about forty-five minutes. Let’s go check out that deck and the view.”
John took Melissa’s hand and led her from the bathroom, through the kitchen – where he reached into the refrigerator and grabbed himself a beer and Melissa a cider – and led her out onto an absurdly luxurious deck with a majestic view.
John and Melissa made their way down the deck and past the hot tub, to a sitting area at the end of the deck, where couches faced one another across a gas firepit.
They sat, enjoyed the view, and talked quietly as John drank his beer and Melissa, her cider.
While they talked, they held hands. Their fingers entwined and caressed. They shared glances, smiles and small kisses. In short, they soaked up the intimacy of their proximity.
As they did so, John’s hands occasionally caressed Melissa’s thighs and her hips, just little touches here and there. Melissa’s fingers, likewise, grazed John’s thighs, his stomach and his chest.
As she glanced down, Melissa saw John responding to the little touches of her fingertips on his chest, his dick almost lazily swelling.
Melissa smiled at John and rolled her eyes slightly, although she was certainly glad he reacted to her as he did. She grinned at him, slipped her fingers slowly around his cock, and whispered in his ear, teasingly, “Did I not suck it well enough?”
John responded by pulling Melissa into his lap. He slid his hand inside her robe, along her hip, and up her spine, to the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to his. Their lips met. Their tongues connected. Melissa’s robe fell open and her body pressed to John’s.
“To the contrary,” John answered. “The way you suck me makes me insatiable.”
Melissa laughed and John pulled her lips back to his.
For several moments they kissed and touched. Their bodies brushed together. They paused, smiled at one another, and kissed more. John’s fingers slid down Melissa’s back to her butt, and he pulled her against him.
John’s dick was already swollen between their bodies, and Melissa slid her pussy along his shaft. She was still wet from sucking his cock in the shower, and John’s cock was quickly glistening with her juices.
John tugged gently at Melissa’s hair, and pushed with his other arm so that her robe fell down her body. He kissed down her neck. His lips brushed over the top of her breast. His tongue extended and traced a line along Melissa’s flesh until it flickered against her nipple.
As John’s lips surrounded Melissa’s nipple, and his teeth grazed, her clit dragged against his shaft. She exhaled a gasp. John lifted Melissa slightly, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and guided it to her. He tugged her hair again as she sunk down over him.
Melissa’s pussy squeezed John’s cock, and his shaft throbbed inside her. Their lips met again and their tongues danced as they held still for a moment and then another. Soft breaths quickened after John gripped Melissa’s ass and pulled her down over him. His hips pressed back up against her.
What had started out soft and slow was gradually intensifying. Their kisses went deeper. Mouths pressed together harder. Melissa’s body began to move faster, riding John’s dick. John grabbed her ass with both hands and yanked as he thrust. His hand pulled off, smacked down upon the flesh of her buttock, and caused her to grind against him. He smacked again, more sharply, leaving a print on her flesh.
“Oh god yes,” Melissa gasped, as she ground against John, and he tugged her hair back again, arching her body.
“Just-” Thrust. “Like-” Thrust. “That.”
His cock thrust upward as she crashed down over him.
“Oh fuck,” Melissa panted. “Right there.”
John’s cock rammed upward as Melissa rose up and then slammed downward.
“John!” Melissa exclaimed.
“Ride that cock,” John groaned, through gritted teeth.
Their bodies moved in unison, rising and lowering and thrusting and driving.
“Oh my god,” Melissa shouted.” Oh! God damn!”
The sun was setting, the sky a mix of red, purple, pink, orange and yellow. The mountain air caressed and flickered their bare flesh. Their moans and exclamations filled the air.
John tugged harder at Melissa’s hair to arch her body, and leaned back, firing a furious volley of thrusts.
“Please!” Melissa moaned. “Please! Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck me! So hard!”
John drew back and fired. Hard. Deep. Hard. Deep. He repeated half a dozen times, and then a dozen. Their bodies smacked together. Their moans filled the air.
Sensations rolled through Melissa’s body, and she began to shudder.
“I’m cumming!” Melissa cried. “Fuck me! Fuck! Me! John!”
John yanked Melissa down over him and her pussy pulsed and contracted around his dick. He tossed his head back and groaned. When his cock began to twitch, John rocked his hips back and then slammed them forward and upward, burying himself balls deep as he erupted deep inside Melissa. Her pussy continued to contract and pulse around John’s shaft. She rocked her hips to squeeze and stroke and milk John’s pulsing dick.
As they gathered their breath, John and Melissa looked into one another’s eyes. Melissa laughed in delighted pleasure, and said, “God damn!”
“Mmmhmm,” John replied, smiling back at her with a wide and satisfied grin on his face. Their lips met and the kiss lingered, their bodies still merged together. It felt so damned good.
“Let’s hop in the hot tub before dinner arrives,” John suggested.
“Don’t we need to be up in the house when dinner gets here?” Melissa asked.
“Nope,” John replied. “He’ll come around to the deck. I told him we might be out back.”
“I won’t have anything on,” Melissa.
John smiled. “Well, isn’t that fun?”
Melissa rolled her eyes and laughed. “You’re incorrigible,” she said.
But yes. John was right. It was fun.
They climbed in the hot tub and watched the rest of the sunset, as the purples and pinks and oranges and yellow deepened and eventually turned gray.
Moments later, a loud “hey” echoed through the air.
As they turned their heads, the voice continued, “You hooligans, stop that this instant!”
Melissa saw the face of the man shouting at them, and the she heard him laughing. Recognition spread over her face. She turned to John.
“Is that … ?” she began to ask.
“Yep,” John answered. “It’s Lindsey,” John continued as Lindsey began to approach. “He was going to be in town and insisted on bringing dinner. Since he helped me get the place, I couldn’t say no. Plus, I thought it would be cool if you met him.”
As Lindsey came closer, it became evident, even with the bubbles, that Melissa was naked.
He paused. “Oh,” he said, turning his eyes. “Sorry. The dinner is up in the kitchen.”
Feeling emboldened and comfortable, Melissa replied, “It’s okay.”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” John piped in.
“John!” Melissa said playfully.
Lindsey glanced over. “Wait a second,” he said, as his voice trailed off.
“Yep,” John answered. “Tennis shoe girl.” He laughed. Lindsey laughed louder. Melissa half blushed/half laughed.
For the last couple years, John had been sending Lindsey sexy photos of Melissa in tennis shoes (Lindsey’s slight fetish) on Lindsey’s birthday. Lindsey had seen Melissa – on screen – in pretty intimate detail, although he had no idea that John actually knew Melissa. He just assumed John had found some hot images to send to him, as a joking nod to Lindsey’s mild fetish. When John and Lindsey had been in their early twenties, they had enjoyed visiting a strip club near Lindsey’s apartment, and one of the dancers always wore tennis shoes, in a cheerleader outfit. Ever since, Lindsey had had this mild fetish.
“Well, god damn,” Lindsey said. “Congratulations,” he said to John. “Asshole,” he added.
They all laughed.
Not that it felt entirely normal to Melissa, by any means, to be naked in front of this relative stranger, even through the bubbles. He may have been John’s best friend, and she may also have heard hours upon hours of stories about him and them, but she hadn’t actually met him before. Nevertheless, while it didn’t feel entirely normal, it wasn’t uncomfortable, either. Just a little bit nervy.
“I’ll get the food set out,” Lindsey said. “Don’t take too much time. Don’t want the steaks to get cold.”
For a post-race meal (after the forty-miler John finished earlier in the day), John had ordered some hearty ribeye steaks, with potatoes. As a surprise, Lindsey had also picked up some sushi from a new place that had opened down the street. Lindsey, who was both thoughtful and health conscious, also figured the anti-inflammatory effects would be good for John post-race. He did not know, however, how much Melissa enjoyed it. Sushi was her favorite.
John and Melissa got out of the tub, toweled off, and slipped on their robes. Lindsey had set the food out on the table on the deck.
Melissa’s eyes brightened when she saw the food. “Sushi!”
“Do you like it?” Lindsey asked.
“Oh yes,” Melissa answered. “Love sushi,” she said as she reached for a piece.
She noticed there were three settings at the table. “Are you staying?” she asked.
“If you don’t mind,” Lindsey answered.
“No! That’s so great!” she answered. “I love learning more about John and the people who matter to him.”
“I thought you’d enjoy meeting Lindsey,” John added. “You’ve heard so much about him. And we’ll have plenty of time to ourselves over the next couple days.”
As Melissa sat down, she noticed a Martini glass next to her plate. She looked at John. “A cosmo?”
“Lindsey makes really good ones,” John added. “He bartended for a while in college.”
“What a talented guy,” she said, chuckling. There might also have been a slight smirk and the tiniest glint of a wink.
They sat down and dug into their meals. Conversation flowed easily. Of course, John and Lindsey told stories about high school, college, blues clubs, strip clubs, Florida, wrestling (they’d been teammates in high school), camping, and more.
There was so much laughter.
Lindsey asked a lot of questions, with genuine interest. Melissa talked about teaching and being a librarian.
John got her to tell the story about her foray at driving as an early teenager when, as a fifteen-year-old, she had taken a drunken joyride in her parents’ car (and gotten caught).
There was a comfortable ease. The steaks were delicious. The sushi was superb. Lindsey did, in fact, make a hell of a cosmopolitan. Stars emerged in a clear sky. It was a pretty fucking perfect evening.
After dinner, they took their drinks down to the deck. Lindsey ran inside to grab a robe from the guest bathroom, and met them on the deck, where they all took a soak in the hot tub.
It felt so good under the warm water with the clear night sky and the crispness in the air. The easy conversation continued. They joked and laughed. Melissa snuggled up to John, and Lindsey sat across from them.
With a couple drinks in her, Melissa had snuck a glance at Lindsey when he had slipped out of his robe. Well, to be honest, she probably would have snuck a glance anyway. But the cosmos sure didn’t hurt.
She liked what she saw. He was a good-looking guy. Great body. But this was also one of those situations where getting to know him made him all the more attractive. He was funny. Attentive. The way he and John interacted, it seemed like they shared part of the same brain. That definitely increased his appeal.
At a certain point, as the conversation meandered and twisted and turned, Lindsey laughed. “I can’t believe that you are tennis shoe girl.”
“I confess,” John said. “I like to show her off.”
“I can see why,” Lindsey replied.
Melissa blushed a little but mostly smirked and rolled her eyes at John.
“Is that why you told me to bring those shoes?” Melissa asked.
John smirked and didn’t answer.
“I thought you were just going to take pictures for Lindsey’s next birthday,” she added.
“You brought those shoes?” Lindsey asked, his eyes wide, laughing.
“Maybe he won’t need pictures,” John added
“Why does that sound like a dare?” Melissa asked.
“I would never,” John bantered.
Melissa rolled her eyes again.
“Do you want to see?” Melissa asked Lindsey.
“Hell yeah,” he answered. They were all laughing, but all kind of excited, too
They all got out of the tub. There were more glances this time, but less hesitation. The air was getting electric.
They made their way up to the house, and John and Lindsey sat in the great room, on opposite couches.
Before she lost her nerve, Melissa hurried to her bag, grabbed the black and white Nike tennis shoes, and strode back into the great room, wearing nothing but the robe and the shoes.
“God damn,” Lindsey exclaimed. “The photos were hot. Sure. But you are … wow. You’re gorgeous.”
Melissa looked at John, who was smiling back at her.
“She’s seen pictures of you, too,” John said.
“What?!” Lindsey asked.
“Well,” John answered. “It’s only fair. It wouldn’t be much fun to send her naked photos to an ogre.”
“You look better in person, too,” Melissa volunteered. “From what I can see.”
Lindsey paused. He looked at her. He got slightly more serious. “Would you like to see more?”
Melissa glanced at John one more time.
“Yes,” she answered, honestly. “I would.”
“Do I get to see more, too?” Lindsey asked.
“Probably,” Melissa answered. John laughed.
Lindsey let his robe fall open, bearing his muscular chest, defined abs, and the top of his muscular thigh.
Melissa let her robe fall open as she stepped toward Lindsey.
The already electric air was in danger of producing sparks that would fly into the fireplace.
Melissa let her shoulders fall back so that the robe slipped off her body.
“Fuck …,” Lindsey gasped, trailing off.
Lindsey threw his shoulders back, his muscular chest forward, and let his robe fall off, sitting beneath him. His dick was swollen, almost fully rigid. Melissa’s glance couldn’t miss it.
Fuck.
The air was set to ignite.
Melissa looked over at John. They had fantasized about John watching another man fuck her. Melissa had hotwife tendencies and John cuckold/stag tendencies. During the course of their until now online relationship, Melissa had met and fucked a handful of men. In fact, one of the first times they had heard one another’s voices was when Melissa was on one such date and John called her, surprised to hear that her date’s cock was already deep inside her. She was such a fun, hot, dirty, empowered, sexy woman. On that occasion, John had almost cum immediately. And soon after, he did, as she did, multiple times.
One man would never be enough for Melissa. And John encouraged that. He found so much joy in her pleasure. And it wasn’t entirely selfless. The truth was John got impossibly aroused by Melissa’s play. His cock would throb and drip during her dates. And they always found an opportunity to play together afterward. Those moments were intense, powerful, connecting, loving, and primal.
This was their first opportunity to make it happen in person.
So, yes, the air was set to ignite. Melissa and John shared a look that showed love, encouragement, excitement and arousal.
Melissa turned back to Lindsey. Lindsey looked over at John, who just nodded.
“Yes,” John’s look answered Lindsey’s silent question. “Fuck my girl. Please.”
Melissa climbed onto the couch and dragged her fingertips along Lindsey’s chest. Having received permission and consent from both Melissa and John, Lindsey pulled Melissa against him. Their lips met. The kiss was briefly tentative, and then quickly hungry.
Sparks flew through Melissa’s body as her nipples dragged against Lindsey’s chest. His hand caressed the side of her body, her hips, her thigh, and her ass. He had strong hands.
Melissa rubbed her fingers down Lindsey’s chest and traced his abs.
“Fuck,” she thought, as her fingertips felt the individual muscles in his abs. “He is hot.”
Melissa kept dragging her hand down over Melissa’s abdomen until her fingers reached, brushed, and then encircled his rigid ock.
Lindsey groaned as Melissa began slowly pumping his dick with her fingers. She kissed her way down his chin, across his neck, and over his chest. She nibbled down over his abs and slid down his body to the floor – her hands trailing along his chest, his abs, his thighs – until she was on her knees, bare, in front of John’s best friend, his rigid cock in her hands.
Melissa was instantly conscious of John’s view, from her long hair, across her muscular back, over her delicious ass, down to her feet. Smiling to herself, she used the toes of each foot on the heel of the other foot to pull the tennis shoes off. Lindsey had gotten his treat. John was going to get his. He had a foot fetish.
John gasped when he saw Melissa like that – on her knees between his best friend’s legs, her perfect ass resting back, the soles of her feet showing – poised to suck Lindsey’s now extremely rigid cock. The only question was who was most eager. It may very well have been a three-way tie.
Melissa kissed her way up Lindsey’s thigh. His fingers slipped through her hair. Her nose brushed alongside his balls. Her lips grazed his abdomen. She held the base of his shaft in her hand and looked up into his eyes as she wrapped her lips around his cock.
Lindsey closed his eyes and groaned before reopening them. Melissa watched his face as she slipped her lips over his cock, tracing his head and his shaft with her tongue, as her mouth mo descended over and around him. With Lindsey’s throbbing cock stretching her lips, Melissa gripped him by the base of his shaft as she suctioned her lips and drew upward, squeezing his cock in her mouth.
“Oh god ….” Lindsey gasped as Melissa’s fingers and mouth worked in unison. She sucked him deep again and began slowly bobbing her head, slurping sounds filling the room. Melissa’s fingers caressed and stroked Lindsey’s balls as she removed her hand from his shaft to take him deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Melissa heard, but this time it wasn’t Lindsey – it was John, watching her bob her head to suck Lindsey’s fat cock.
Melissa began sucking harder and faster, popping her lips off his cock and licking down his shaft to his balls. Her fingers pumped his dick as her tongue bathed his full balls.
Melissa heard John shifting and then felt his presence just as fingers began to caress her pussy.
John leaned over her. “That’s it, babe,” he whispered in her ear
Two fingers slid between her pussy lips, grazed her clit, and then pulled back and sunk into her.
“Suck that cock.”
Melissa licked right back up over Lindsey’s shaft and sucked again, taking more of him. Slurping sounds grew louder. Lindsey groaned. Two of John’s fingers plunged in and out of Melissa as she moaned on Lindsey’s throbbing dick. His cock was STEEL hard.
Lindsey instinctively slid his fingers through Melissa’s hair, to the back of her head, as his cock thrust and she opened her throat to accommodate him.
The air in the room was combustible.
Suddenly, Lindsey reached down and pulled Melissa up his body. He rolled her immediately over onto her back, sidelong on the couch, climbed astride her with one foot on the floor, and thrust.
“Fuck!” Melissa gasped, as the room began to spin.
It was so sudden!
Was this happening?
Oh my god yes.
This was absolutely happening.
Lindsey’s cock thrust deep and hard, all the fucking way inside of her at once. The powerful penetration curled Melissa’s toes. Lindsey held his dick buried all the way inside Melissa’s as her pussy gripped him and pulsed.
God damn. He felt big, hard and intensely hungry for her.
“Oh god,” Melissa moaned.
There was no hesitation. Lindsey was suddenly an animal for her, his cock withdrawing and driving into Melissa. Her pussy pulsed around him as he pulled his cock out of her and thrust again and again.
“Oh god yes!” Melissa moaned. “Please, Lindsey”
That only drove Lindsey harder. His throbbing cock drove and thrust, each stroke reaching deeper inside her. Melissa began to lose control of her body, shaking around him as he drove repeatedly deeper.
Suddenly, Lindsey paused. His mouth found hers and he kissed her deep for one prolonged moment before pulling back, driving all the way inside her again, and amplifying the pace.
“Lindsey!” she shouted. “Right there! Fuck me so hard!”
He did.
And moments later, Melissa began to lose it. Her legs started to quiver and her moans warbled as she flew over the edge and came all over Lindsey’s driving dick.
But Lindsey didn’t slow down. He didn’t at all
No, Lindsey rolled to his back and pulled Melissa over him. He grabbed her ass tight and thrust his cock upward, impaling her. The shock jarred Melissa and set forth a rippling cascade of sensations through her body.
Their lips met. They kissed intensely, deep and hard.
Melissa put her hand on Lindsey’s chest and abs. God, he was fucking hot. She dragged her clit against his abdomen with each deep thrust
For a moment Melissa thought of John’s view of her bouncing up and down on Lindsey’s dick, but then she was carried away again by sensation.
As Lindsey yanked Melissa down and fired his hips upward, she felt herself starting to cum again.
“Oh my god, Lindsey!” she gasped. “Pleeeeease!”
That’s it. She was cumming again. She was bouncing on him and he was pounding away before she began shaking and collapsed against him.
Lindsey kept thrusting.
“I can’t stop,” Melissa moaned. “Fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god right there!”
Melissa glanced over at John, who had moved beside them, and she started stroking his cock. He was leaking. His dick was all wet. She pulled her hand back and rubbed it all over her chest, down her belly, and on her pussy.
Lindsey’s fingers found her hair, tugged it backward, and he totally fucking took over, thrusting his hips savagely, making Melissa bounce on his cock.
The next several minutes were a blur. While John would later remember every detail, it was one big blur for Melissa.
Melissa came. She gushed. She made a mess. Before she knew it, Lindsey had flipped her over. She was on her knees, sideways on the couch. He had a fistful of her hair, arching her body and pounding her pulsing cunt.
The next thing Melissa knew she was bent over the back of the couch. “Oh fuck,” she had shouted, “You feel amazing!” as her body rippled with each thrust.
Then she was pinned down on the couch. “Please!” she had cried. “Please! Don’t stop! Oh god please. Fuck. Oh my god right there, oh, please, Lindsey!”
Lindsey pounded Melissa relentlessly, like a fucking jackhammer.
Then Melissa was sideways again. “Fuck that feels so good – you fuck me so good!” she moaned as Lindsey’s balls swayed and smacked against her with each deep, probing impact.
And then Melissa was bent over the back again. “Oh god. Fuck fuck fuck. I can’t stop!” Fuck, how Lindsey handled her, turning her, taking her, and fucking pounding her. It was like one prolonged orgasm, punctuated by intensifying waves.
Lindsey pinned Melissa down again and drilled her like a whore. “I’m cumming! Lindsey! Please!”
My god, this man could fuck. Melissa came, again and again. At some point, John had pulled her mouth over his cock while Lindsey was fucking her from behind.
But then Lindsey had lifted Melissa, turned her sideways, and pinned her with savage thrusts. He fucking took her. She couldn’t have resisted if she wanted to. That realization set forth another wave of orgasm. “Lindsey!” she shouted. “Take me! Use me!” And he did.
“Fuck, that cock feels so good!” Melissa shouted, as another wave of orgasm washed over her.
“Oh my god, Lindsey!” Melissa moaned, as another jackhammer series drove her back to the edge.
“Please!” Melissa cried out. “Cum with me!” And Lindsey had flipped her over onto her back. She wrapped her legs around him. He thrust, balls deep, then held entirely still, for one beat and then another. And then Lindsey was a blur of frenzied motion until Melissa was convulsing as he pulled his cock out, tossed his head back, groaned deeply, and spewed thick bursts of semen all over her body.
And Lindsey wasn’t quite done yet. The last thing Melissa remembered, he had placed his strong hand on her flesh and rubbed that sperm down her body. He thrust two fingers inside her and fingered her to one final, convulsing, earth-shaking orgasm.
Melissa collapsed, breathing heavily. When she came out of the haze and caught her breath, she laughed.
“Oh my god,” Melissa said. Lindsey was sitting beside her. She leaned over and kissed him. “God damn,” she said, still breathing heavily. “That was amazing.”
Melissa looked up at John, who was smiling at her, wide. She scooted to make room for him. John sat down on the other side of Melissa, and she turned and kissed him.
“Speechless,” John said, returning the kiss, softly and slowly. “I love you. And I am speechless.”
They all looked around at one another, and laughed again, nobody quite ready to say anything yet.
What else could they do at that point? What a night!
