Chapter 198 - MMF threesome story of a hot night of s.e.x between friends

Lovita ran her hand over the wet clay, the warm, chocolaty substance oozing between her fingers and over her knuckles. "So what are you doing for Don's birthday? It's today, right?"

"Yeah." Edward tugged on his bottom lip and worked the vase he'd nearly completed, his wheel spinning as he expertly grew the shape into a tall, phallic cylinder.

"Tell me." She grinned, knowing he was holding back something naughty or risky or downright filthy. They'd been attending this craft class together for three years now. Each had enough pots to set up shop but they loved their weekly chats and a chance to put the world to rights. Lovita definitely considered Edward one of her best friends and thanked her lucky stars frequently that she'd taken up pottery.

"The thing is…" Edward said.

Damn it, he seemed a bit nervous and he never was. Now Lovita was really curious. "A fancy meal?" She knew full well it wouldn't be anything as innocent as that. "A show?" Nor that.

"A show…you could maybe describe it that way."

"Ah, don't tell me, you're going to dress up for your s.e.xy husband and seduced him. A Captain Jack Sparrow outfit, or Thor."

"Me, Thor?" He laughed and rubbed the shaved side of his head. "I don't have the hair for it."

She grinned, still working her clay. She'd decide what to make in a minute when she'd got to the bottom of what Edward had planned for his husband's birthday." Don't keep me in suspense." She pouted. "I thought we told each other everything."

"We do." He looked around, as if checking they couldn't be overheard. "Which is why you're the only person I can ask to this…show." His dark eyes flashed, excitement and anticipation searing over them.

She swallowed. Bloody hell the guy was handsome. She rued the day she'd found out he was gay, a waste to womankind. "I'm the only person you can ask?" she repeated with a frown.

What is he on about?"

"Yeah." He studied his vase, his clay-covered hands working the thick girth, treating it reverently, gently, and putting all of his concentration into his creating. "Only you, Lovita."

"We've been friends for a long time," he said. "You saw me fall in love with Don, romance him, hell you were my best man—"

"Best woman."

He chuckled. "Yeah, best woman."

"And it was a wonderful day. The best."

"It was, memories to treasure." He paused. "But I want to make more memories for Don, with Don."

"And how does that included me?"

"Because you're the only person I could possibly tell this too, or ask to do it."

"Do what." She shifted on her seat. The way Edward was speaking, low and husky, as if sharing wicked secrets had her imagination in overdrive.

Is he going to ask that?

Don't get your hopes up.

"I had no idea what to get him," Edward went on, "but then last week, we were at that New Italian on the High Street."

"I know the one."

"It was good, the food that was, but Don let something slip."

"He did?"

"Yeah." He ran his fingers around the top rim of the vase, c.a.r.e.s.sing it. "And I understand if you say no."

"Say no to what?" Her heart rate had picked up pace. Was it her imagination or had Edward's cheeks reddened?

He cleared his throat.

"Just spit it out," she said.

He pulled in a breath. "He said he'd like a threesome."

"Bloody hell. And do you know another guy to ask?"

Please don't let him want another guy. Please. Please.

Edward shook his head. "No, he doesn't want a bloke to join us in the bedroom." He set his attention on her, unblinking. "He wants a woman."

Lovita's stomach did a strange flip and a flood of heat went between her legs. She pressed her t.h.i.g.hs together. "A…a woman."

"Yeah, it's been a long time for both of us, but as soon as Don said it I thought, yeah, that would be amazing, and there's only one girl up for the job. Only one woman we'd both feel comfortable in bed with…and that's you."

"Me," she squeaked.

"But if you don't want to. If I've offended you…then say no. Shit, I'm sorry." He turned away, his vase wobbled then spun out of shape. He banged his hand down on it turning it back into a flat lump.

"Edward." She stopped spinning her wheel and reached over, set her clay-caked hand on his hairy forearm. "My answer is yes."

* * * *

The morning sun filled the apartment living room. Lovita rested on her side her dreams morphing into memories as flashes of last night's e.r.o.t.i.c fun-filled her mind.

Don had been thrilled with his birthday present, and after ordering take out, they'd dragged two mattresses to the floor of the living room, piled on the pillows then got down to the serious business of a threesome.

It had been hotter than Lovita's wildest dreams. Don and Edward touching and kissing each other then lavishing attention on her. There had been multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms all round. Cries of delight that must have woken neighbours and they'd gotten through a whole can of squirty cream before showering.

She became aware that she wore her suspenders and stockings, then remembered Don asking her to put them back on when they'd collapsed into bed for another session as the clock struck midnight.

She sighed. Soon it would be time to get up and get herself home. Don's birthday was over, and as such, so was his present…her.

Behind her one of the men stirred, yawned, then sat, the mattress shifting slightly. She lay quiet, wanting to extend her time with Don and Edward for as long as possible.

He got up, gently, obviously not wanting to wake his husband.

Lovita turned, wondering which guy she'd been left with.

Edward was sleeping next to her. As she sat a wicked idea came to mind. Perhaps he'd be up for some morning fun. What was the rush? It was Sunday after all.

She pushed her hair behind her ears, then smooched up next to him. "Morning." She ran her palm over his muscular shoulder, then traced his arm.

He didn't stir.

Tipping forward, she kissed him, enjoying the fact she could. Their relationship had moved on so much further from friendship, even if just for a few hours.

He was sleepy. Clearly exhausted.

"Wake up," she whispered.

He opened his eyes, smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have her there, then reached for another kiss.

Lovita snuggled closer as he traced the shape of her back and the flare of her a.s.s the way he stroked the clay when at the wheel. It was so natural for them to be together this way. Why had it taken so long?

A noisy wet kiss landed on her right buttock.

She turned with a giggle. "Hey."

Don, in white boxers, grinned at her.

"Morning." And what a morning it was. The look in Don's eyes told her he liked what he saw and would be up for an encore.

Then she was kissing Edward as Don explored her a.s.s, his fingers tapping over the suspender belt. She closed her eyes, sending a prayer of thanks upwards. Was there a better way to start the day…hell no.

And damn, Don was hard, his c.o.c.k thick beneath the material of his boxers. Reaching behind herself, she worked it, sliding the cotton over his thick shaft.

The boxers were gone and there was no turning back. It was time to get the morning show on the road. Her p.u.s.s.y was dampening and her skin heating from the two hard male bodies surrounding her.

Edward moved her hair out of the way so he could kiss his husband. Lovita didn't think she'd ever get enough of seeing them do that, it was so hot, so e.r.o.t.i.c. By letting her into their bed to witness their passion, they'd let her into a secret place where previously only they'd been.

Behind her, Don took control and gently fingered her p.u.s.s.y. She was a little tender from the wild f.u.c.k.i.n.g the night before and g.r.o.a.n.e.d into Edward's mouth as they kissed. But far from putting her off she wanted more, the sensation reminding her how good it was to be with them.

Don replaced his fingers with his c.o.c.k. Not a wild plunge the way he had that first time, but a slow slide to full depth, stretching her, filling her.

She tensed and arched her back. Edward cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t, kissed her in a way told her he knew what it was like to have his body invaded by Don—so damn good.

Don's c.o.c.k hit her G-spot and she clung to Edward like a lifeline. She didn't want to come too soon, but stimulating her there, just there…oh, it was delicious.

They were a tangle of arms and legs. She'd never felt so adored.

And she wanted Edward to feel that way too. So she pushed up, Don's c.o.c.k still inside her, and shoved the soft duvet downward, to expose Edward's hard c.o.c.k. She wanted to suck it again, but Don seemed intent on f.u.c.k.i.n.g her, squeezing an o.r.g.a.s.m from her.

Luckily he slowed, distracted by the sight of Edward's erection perhaps, and she took the opportunity to wrap her lips around his c.o.c.k.

Their soft groans and kissing noises coming from above turned her on all the more.

Don slipped out, shimmied down the bed and set to worshipping her a.s.s. Kissing down the cleft, cupping the soft orbs of her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. And…oh God, he kissed her there!

The tempo seemed to change gear. He reared up, tugged her to her side then hooked her left leg over his arm. His hard c.o.c.k speared into her as Edward dropped between her legs.

These guys worked like a well-oiled machine and she was the benefiter of their skill.

Edward s.u.c.k.l.e.d on her c.l.i.t, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g her small piercing and dragging pant after pant from her lungs with his actions. She writhed and trembled. Having both c.o.c.k and tongue on her, in her, was the most incredible sensation. O.r.g.a.s.ms were stacking up. How would she contain them? Would she survive their intensity?

She glanced down, Edward was directing his husband's c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y as he licked her. That sight tipped her over the edge and a climax rushed through her, stealing her breath, tightening all of her muscles. P.l.e.a.s.u.r.e winged its way over her body, creating a shake and a tremble that rattled down to curl her toes.

Don stayed with her, holding her close as if keeping her together while everything split apart.

When her breathing came under control, he slipped down the bed, between her legs, and joined in with Edward, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her.

Lovita reached up and over her head to the table, needing something to hold onto. They'd done this to her the night before and she'd nearly gone stratospheric, it had been so good.

Her p.u.s.s.y quivered, and despite just coming, she wanted to again.

I want my men to come as well.

Edward reared up, he arrowed his c.o.c.k at her spread p.u.s.s.y, kissed Don, then turned his attention to Lovita as he sank deep.

He was so big and hard. All those times she'd sat at pottery class and wondered what his c.o.c.k would look like, feel like, and now she knew. Bloody awesome.

He took it slow to start with, watching as Don kissed her.

Does Edward like watching that?

She reckoned he did, because his pace picked up and his c.o.c.k grew to full hardness.

Clenching around him, she struggled to catch her breath as he wrung another o.r.g.a.s.m from her, his head buried in her neck as his h.i.p.s pumped, rotated and hit all the right spots.

When he came up for air, Don was beside her holding his c.o.c.k. She opened her mouth, greedy for it.

He rode it between her lips and she hugged him with her tongue. Now she had both men inside her. One in her mouth, one in her p.u.s.s.y. It was off the scale incredible. She never wanted the moment to end.

They were kissing above her while they were inside her. The sight etched in her memory. She'd never felt so connected to two other people in her life. And with that came bliss of the extreme variety.

She came again, seeming to be stuck in one long rolling o.r.g.a.s.m. Time and space slipped away, her body held her hostage.

Until Edward sat back, and Don gripped her around her waist, claiming her. As he lay down, head nestled in soft pillow, he hovered her p.u.s.s.y over his c.o.c.k

She grinned and pushed her hair to one side. It was time for her men to claim their p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

She sank low, taking him deep.

He gripped her a.s.s and this new angle dragged a long low m.o.a.n from her lungs. So intense. So good.

Edward worked industriously on his c.o.c.k as he watched her gyrating on top of Don. The Sunday morning vibe had well and truly left the room and in its place was urgency, a need, a craving for satisfaction.

The crest of a climax was growing again, beginning to curl. She reached for Edward's c.o.c.k, grabbed it in her fist and pumped him up and down. Her h.i.p.s had taken on a life of their own, bouncing, thrusting, taking what she needed from Don's hard body.

She cried out, sounds she barely recognised coming from her, as bright lights flashed in her vision and bliss shot through her veins. She didn't want it to end, this crest of unfurling heaven.

Releasing Edward, she scrabbled for his shoulder and dragged him close. This o.r.g.a.s.m was so extreme she needed both men to hold her, carry her through it. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, only stopping when she worried she might draw blood. Her p.u.s.s.y was clamping and releasing around Don's c.o.c.k, her c.l.i.t throbbing. She was so wet down there, her arousal gushing.

Lovita was spent, and if the men had also come, she'd have snuggled into a threesome cuddle. But it wasn't time for that. Not yet.

So she lifted off Don and lay on her back, legs apart, her p.u.s.s.y an invitation.

Who will take me first?

Edward edged between her legs and she smiled up at him, the anticipation of watching him climax in her again, like a drug she would always want more of.

Please let there be more of this.

He sank in, his way eased by her wetness. His balls pressed up against her, he paused for a split second and then began to thrust like a man possessed.

"Come," she gasped. "Come."

Don was working his c.o.c.k as he watched, his shoulder jigging up and down.

Edward f.u.c.k.e.d her wildly, his focus clearly on one thing and one thing alone. Release.

And it was there. His face contorted in ecstasy, he held his breath and filled her with s.e.m.e.n.

She'd never seen a more beautiful man. This gorgeous creature she'd bonded with over clay had become so important in her life and she couldn't imagine being without him.

"Oh God, yeah…" he g.r.o.a.n.e.d, giving one final thrust.

She gripped the furniture behind her head to stop her crown whacking on it.

He laughed and sat back, withdrawing, and his face returned to normal.

Lovita giggled. His moment of unguarded p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e had been spectacular.

He stroked her lower belly, studying her spread p.u.s.s.y which she was sure was gleaming with his c.u.m.

Don sat and took Edward's place, his solid c.o.c.k so swollen with need it appeared painful.

He shoved in—his patience, it seemed, had gone—gripped her legs and pounded in and then out of her. Over and over he hit full depth.

Edward kissed her, stroking her b.r.e.a.s.ts and watching his husband, clearly enjoying seeing him hurtling toward an o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasped between shunts.

Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were jiggling wildly, her skin on fire with sensation and her p.u.s.s.y racing towards one final o.r.g.a.s.m. She hadn't thought it would, but it was there, there was more.

Edward set his hand on her lower abdomen, as if feeling her o.r.g.a.s.m from the outside. She let it pour through her, a final few tremors of bliss as she stared up at Don. He was as equally beautiful as his husband in his moment of ecstasy. His handsome features twisting in bliss then slackening.

When he'd finished, he pulled his c.o.c.k out, the tip sparkling with release.

Lovita smiled and sighed. She was so full, so satisfied and so pleased Edward had asked her to help deliver Don's birthday present.

Don sat back on his heels for a moment, studying her sopping p.u.s.s.y the way Edward had. He then kissed his husband before pressing his lips over hers. His skin was hot and his breaths coming fast.

Lovita found herself in the middle of them, being lavished with more kisses, hands still roaming and exploring as her p.u.s.s.y cooled in the morning air.

"Thank you," Don whispered against her lips.

"It was Edward's idea," she said with a smile.

"I know, but if you hadn't said yes…"

"Does that mean you enjoyed your birthday present?" Edward asked.

"I don't think you need me to answer that." Don grinned.

"I felt like it was my birthday." Lovita giggled. "It's been kind of a dry spell for me but that more than made up for it."

"I'm glad." Don stroked her hair. "And I'm glad it was you. This wouldn't have worked with any other woman."

"I'm pleased you think so." She bit her lip, holding in the words that were stacked up on her tongue. They were a married couple. They'd invited her for the night. That night was over. The last thing she wanted was to cause any kind of problem by suggesting they do it again.

"You know what's happening next month, don't you." Don ran his c.a.r.e.s.s to her right n.i.p.p.l.e and circled it.

"What?" Lovita asked.

He grinned. "It's our anniversary, and I can't think of a better present for Edward than another night with you." He raised his eyebrows and studied her face. "What do you think?"

Lovita wanted to fist pump the air, whoop for joy, but instead she smiled. "I think that can be arranged."