Chapter 41
Grant
It didn’t take long before Jo moved in, and we all fell into a routine.
She’s continued to see her therapist and is looking for a new job. Returning to work with Star turned out to be more than she’s ready for, and we support that.
Coming home to a naked Jo with dinner made is something I will never complain about. Ever.
Supporting her and Clay makes me feel whole. It gives me a purpose that I need. They challenge me in the best way, and the unconditional love is nothing like I could have expected. Not every day is easy, but she makes it all worth it. They make it worth it.
It’s Friday night, and we decided to keep up with our date nights. Jo is saying how she wants to continue to experiment and learn new things when it comes to sex.
Tonight is my turn to plan what we do, and I’ve decided that we are staying in. I think they secretly love it when I’m in charge.
The experiment is going up another level and increasing the tension. She hasn’t seen us together yet—not fully—but I want her to see us. I want to know what it does to her.
I’m also dying to fuck that virgin ass of hers. We’ve played with her and used plugs, but she hasn’t taken either of our cocks in her ass. Soon.
I have the living room all set. The kitchen chair, rope, and the couch are just how I want them. And lots of lube.
She’s going to watch.
Watch me fuck my husband without touching. I want her to see what’s really in store for her. I haven’t forgotten about our night at Mal’s bar. She kept rubbing her thighs together as she watched us on the dance floor.
Clay has the pleasure of undressing her before they come in. My husband knows that I'm up to something. All I told him was to be nice and clean for me. He has no idea about the show we are about to put on.
“Hey, beautiful.” My eyes get their fill as she enters, only in her lace bra and thong. I need her down to nothing. “Are you ready to watch?”
She bites her bottom lip. My thumb pulls it free. “Um… I've never watched before. Not even porn."
I love that I can throw her off her game a little.
“Good. I want to see how wet we can make you. I want you to see if you’re ready for everything we want to give you, but first, you're still a little overdressed.”
My hands slide along her smooth skin, slowly working to get her naked.
I pull her against me, loving the feel of her and all her curves against me. It's going to be a little while before we touch again. I arrange her on the chair.
“I can't have you tempted to touch us.”
I begin working the red rope around her skin. Clay is watching intensely, and I can see his cock is pushing against his sweats.
“I'll tie them loose so that you can still move a little.”
I move her leg to the outside and tie her ankle to it, I trail kisses and sucking lightly.
"Mmm.”
“Your skin is beautiful. I love seeing my mark on you.” I fasten her other ankle, opening her up with the perfect view of her pussy.
Clay groans behind me. “I like where this is going.”
Me too. I’m tempted to lick her sex, but I hold back.
“Time for your hands. Can't have you touching yourself either. I want you to beg us to fuck you next. Leaving a wet spot on the chair.”
“I already want you to fuck me.”
I just smile at her as I fasten her arms behind her. Pushing her breasts out. Clay can’t resist as he pulls one of her nipples into his mouth. Then the other.
I slap his ass lightly. It's too tempting not to, and I’m about to have it.
He just smirks at me. “Enjoy the show, baby. I get the feeling it's going to be a great one.”
“Come here, love.” I take his mouth in a brutal kiss. My hunger is taking over as I've thought about this for hours.
I also want Jo aching and desperate. I want her to enjoy watching, yet be begging to join us. My hands push him back towards the couch, our lips separating, and our heavy breaths fill the air.
Clay moans into my mouth, holding onto me and seeking friction against my body.
I pull on the drawstring of his sweats and let them fall to the ground. Kicking them aside when they do. I do the same to mine.
“Turn around, arms extended and ass up.” My voice comes out deep and raspy.
“Oh damn.” Clay groans but doesn’t hesitate.
“Very good, husband.” I kneel behind him, spreading his ass wide, and I drag my tongue over him. Teasing relentlessly around his tight rim.
“Ah! Grant... fuck.” Clay whimpers.
I continue to get him nice and wet. My ears perk up at Jo's gasp. A smirk threatens, pleased by her reaction. This is just the beginning.
The scene has to look fucking hot. Both cocks are on display. Both thick and dripping. Ready. I'm eating my husband’s ass as he arches into me.
Fuck. My cock swells as I get lost in the moment.
“I could eat you all night, but my cock is jealous. And Jo is looking a little needy, too.”
“I knew you were an ass man.” Jo fusses.
Good. One step closer to begging. I have so much more planned, and I want her to be mindless.
My cock is red, swollen, and ready.
I cover it with lube and drip extra into his hole. Making more of a show for her.
“Ready to take our cocks, Jo? Do you wish you were in this position?”
“Yes.” Comes out on a breath. Her chest is rising and falling faster.
I grab her chair and pull her closer. They both groan. Both needy. Just the way I want them.
My hands return to Clay’s ass, holding him open as I push in. No teasing. I need him. Giving him my cock with long strokes, letting Jo see everything. We are practically on top of her. Precum hits her thighs.
“Love, is your cock ready to burst?”
“Fuck… yes.”
I slow my thrusts and wrap my arm under his leg.
“Open, tongue out.” Jo doesn’t miss a beat and does as asked. Her pupil’s wide and lust-filled.
“I want his cum, it would be a shame to waste it.” Then I thrust forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.
“Shit.” Clay has a death grip on the couch; his arms will feel it tomorrow.
I continue short thrusts, careful not to go too deep.
“Give her what she wants, love.” I pick up the pace, knowing he’s close.
“Oh… fuck, yes!”
Clay comes splashing on her tongue, cheek, and down her chin. Jo licks everything she can reach. Greedy. Messy. I’m toast.
I drop his leg to the floor, and I grab his shoulders. Fucking him hard and fast. Losing all control. The force is pushing the couch forward.
“I want her to see me running out of you and crave it.” One final thrust and I fill him up. Pulse after pulse, I fill him up. My vision is spinning with the force of it.
I pull out of Clay, slowly. “Don’t move, love.” I pant as I try to catch my breath. Sex is sweaty and messy. Just the way it should be.
My hands hold him open again, and I use a finger to play with my cum inside of him.
“So full.”
Some of it starts to run out, and I turn him so Jo can see.
“Are you ready, Jo? Do you want me to fill you up, too?”