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I held my breath. This was either going to really piss him off and he would decide we were the two strangest people he’d ever met, or he’d be down with it. Either way I knew Amanda was a strong woman, who knew what she wanted. Tonight, she wanted Keanu and me.
Keanu smiled. “Amanda, you are a very beautiful woman, and Gary is a good-looking guy. I had been wondering what it would be like to spend the evening with you two when I first laid eyes on you both. I would totally be okay with your proposal.”
With that, Amanda swiftly stood up, grabbed my hand and Keanu’s then whispered to both of us, “Let’s go then boys. Pay the bill Gary, and let’s introduce Keanu to the ‘real’ us.”
We followed Amanda to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, Amanda pulled Keanu close to her and I watched as she passionately kissed him. I moved in closer to them both and without hesitation, Keanu grabbed me and started to kiss me too. At that moment, all three of us were softly moaning and caressing one another.
Minutes later we threw open our hotel door and Keanu began to unbutton his shirt. Amanda pulled her tight black dress over her head and unsnapped her bra. I watched as her black bra fell to the floor and her perky tits bounced in front of me. Her nipples were hard, and it didn’t take long for me to grab her waist, press her into me, and massage those golden-brown breasts.
Keanu came up to me and started to un button my pants. I was amazed that he was so into me so quickly. He jerked down my boxers and pants and my now raging hard cock, jolted free.
“Oohh, I like it” Keanu smiled up at me. Then his warm tongue started to graze over the head of my penis and down the shaft. The sensation made me quiver and groan.
I slipped my hand into Amanda’s black thong and started to gently massage her wet, swollen clit.
“Oh Gary…that feels so good,” she whispered.
I began moaning with her as I could feel Keanu sucking my cock deeper and deeper into the back of his throat. Damn, this guy’s good. I thought.
Amanda then pulled herself away from the both of us and slipped out of her panties. She then lay on the bed and sprawled her legs apart looking back at me and Keanu who looked completely shocked at this point.
“Come here Keanu, have your way with me” she gestured. She didn’t have to ask him twice! Instantly, Keanu made his way to Amanda, and knelt beside the bed, pulling Amanda’s glistening vagina to his face. I made my way over to her face and lightly grazed my penis over her mouth. She grabbed it and sucked on it, making muffled moans as Keanu was lapping away at her clit.
I could hear Keanu grunting, and I closed my eyes as I could feel Amanda’s gentle tongue swirl around my shaft and the tip of my hard, pulsating cock.
“I want you inside me Keanu” she moaned.
With that, Keanu lifted himself on top of the bed and hovered over Amanda. Slowly he slipped his drooling penis into her slick tight vagina.
Amanda clutched onto Keanu and squealed, “Ohhh yess!”
Keanu didn’t miss a beat though, he lifted his head up and pulled my cock to his mouth. Damn they both really love sucking cock, I thought. As Keanu was thrusting in and out of Amanda, he was sucking on me hungrily. Amanda reached up to play with my balls and moaned each time Keanu thrusted deeper into her. We stayed in that position for about 10 minutes or so, and then I said,
“Alright Keanu, it’s time for me to make love to my wife.” Keanu nodded and pulled out of her. I watched as her juices coated his penis when he pulled out. I hovered over Amanda now and leaned in to kiss her passionately. She bit my bottom lip and I moaned.
Quickly, I thrusted myself deep into her and could feel her velvet walls tighten around my shaft.
“Oh Gary….” She panted.
Keanu watched for a moment, and then leaned over me, whispering, “You like anal Gary?”
Immediately my eyes widened, my whole body still meshed against Amanda.
“…Because I do…” Keanu continued, and I could feel his cock head circling against my anus. With a hard thrust, Keanu pushed himself inside me.
“OH FUCK!” I screamed. His cock hit deep into my ass, almost making me cum into Amanda. I shook and then felt him move more. Hearing his thighs slap against my ass. The bed rattled and shook evey time Keanu thrusted, and I thrusted with him. The full force of both of us together thrusting and pushing into Amanda, was making Amanda tighten her grip on the bed sheets and roll her eyes back.
“Oh God you boys like to fuck!” Amanda screamed. All three of us were sweaty against one another and I could feel my anus tightening around Keanu’s cock. Keanu felt like he was starting to grow even more inside me. Then I could feel Amanda’s tight cunt squeezing me too. Both feelings where sending my head for a spin. I was losing control now, and started to grip the bed, violently plunging myself faster, harder, deeper into Amanda.
“YES! YES! YES!!!” I heard her scream.
Keanu tried to keep up with my pace and dug his fingertips deep into my thighs as he pumped himself in and out of my ass.
“I’m getting close…” Keanu breathed.
“So am I” I answered back.
“Let’s cum together” Amanda replied.
We grinded harder and deeper into each other. My cock started to get more rigid. “Cum in me Gary” Amanda said as she tightened her grip around me. Within seconds I could feel the pressure release from my balls and warm streams of my cum poured into Amanda.
“MMmmmmpphh….” I moaned as I released.
Keanu gripped my ass tightly and yelled, “I’m CUMMING!” I could feel his cock jerk and then his warm juices shoot into my asshole. We held our position for a second, and then I collapsed onto Amanda, with Keanu collapsing onto me.
“That. Was. Amazing” Amanda said between breaths.
I looked back at Keanu, “Never knew you liked anal so much.” I laughed.
“Haha! There’s a lot more to me that you don’t know.” Keanu said.
“By the way, what does the name ‘Keanu’ mean in Hawaiian?” Amanda asked
Keanu smiled, “Chill Breeze” he stated.
“You’re more than a ‘Chill Breeze’ for sure” I said.
Keanu pulled out of me as I slipped out of Amanda. “How’d you like to spend the night with us Keanu?” I asked, “We have to go scuba-diving tomorrow morning with you. Might as well all go together” I chuckled.
Keanu nodded, “I’d like that.”
Amanda stood up and tossed her hair back, giddy as can be. “I am going to go take a shower” she said. “You boys gave me a workout!”
She skipped out of the room and Keanu and I were left alone for a minute.
Keanu reached for my hands and looked into my eyes, “You felt amazing” he said.
“So did you” I replied.
He then moved in closer to me and kissed me. I could smell his sweat and the scent of hot steamy sex filled the air. His hands reached down and grabbed my ass. I could sense that maybe he might be up for more fun, but I was going to need a drink fast if we were going to jump into round two. I moaned into his mouth and then pulled away.
“How about I pour us some wine, then we can see if Amanda might be interested in watching us go at it together” I said.
“Sounds wonderful” Keanu answered.
I poured him a glass of wine, as well as myself, and then lifted our glasses up as if preparing for a toast.
“A toast” I said, “To new friends, or should I say lovers?”
Keanu clinked his glass with mine and said, “Let’s say both”
I nodded in agreement and we both took a sip of our wine together.
That night, was probably the most unforgettable night I will ever remember.
Story Eighteen
With every candle Netta lit, her house smelled more like warm vanilla and coconuts. Her heels clicked delicately on the hardwood of her apartment as she shuffled around from the kitchen to her living room dusting every surface she could find, clutching the towel from her recent s
hower tightly around her breasts.
“I still think you’re crazy to invite this guy to dinner again,” offered Adam, her best friend, from his place in front of the stove.
“I like him,” Netta replied simply.
“Which is exactly why you should have said no when he asked if he could bring his boyfriend,” he reasoned.
“I couldn’t do that. It would send the message that it bothers me that he’s taken.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t want Jace to know that. It’s simple sex politics.”
“It’s nice to see you being such an activist,” Adam teased.
“Are you calling me a slut?” asked Netta, raising one eyebrow dangerously.
“Yeah,” said Adam casually, and she shrugged.
“Fair,” she finally agreed. “Are you okay finishing up dinner? I’ve got to change before the guys get here.”
“Cook the dinner, Cinderella; wash the dishes, Cinderella,” he mocked.
“You’re the best,” she called from the hallway. Netta let the towel fall to the floor and kicked it into the hamper with one elegant motion of her ankle, then opened her closet. She selected a low-cut red dress and put it on over her bra.
“Adam, button me up?” she asked, and she felt his hand button the dress all the way from the base of her sacrum to the middle of her back.
“You look sexy,” he complimented. “The bisque is done, and you can take the vegetables out when the timer goes off. I’m gonna take off before Jace and what’s-his-name get here.”
“It’s Max,” Netta corrected. “Thank you so much for your help. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you how it went.” Without another word, Adam left her standing alone in the kitchen. She felt a bit nervous, so she poured herself a bit of dark red wine and took a long sip. Just as she allowed her eyes to close as she took a calming breath, Netta heard a knock on the door to her apartment. Trying to hide how much she was dreading this dinner, she plastered on a smile, ran her fingers through her short, brown hair and opened the door.
“Hey,” she greeted, “Max, Jace; I’m glad you could come.”
“Wouldn’t miss it. You look amazing.” Jace winked at her, sending a slight shiver down her spine. He couldn’t possibly be flirting with her with his boyfriend standing right there, she reasoned, so she tried not to think about the muscles of his arms as she helped him off with his coat. As she reached to shake Max’s hand, a tiny spark of static zapped her finger, and she recoiled a bit.
“Did you feel that electricity?” Max asked in a low voice. He wasn’t the type of guy Netta would typically go crazy for: he was a few inches shorter than the guys she normally found attractive, his eyes a light blue as opposed to the deep brown that she was fond of. However, the half-curve of his smile and perfect teeth as he thanked her for inviting them in made her blush, anyway.
“I told you there’d be a spark,” offered Jace. The few flakes of cold, white snow melted in his natural black hair, and he ran a dark hand over the top. His grey sweater clung tightly to his chest, and Netta lost herself for a moment watching him breathe. When she found herself again, she discovered that she was still only halfway through helping Max with his coat, her hands hovering delicately on his broad shoulders. Acting as if she didn’t notice, she took his coat and threw it onto her bed with Jace’s.
“Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable,” she instructed. In the bedroom, Netta took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. She smoothed down her brown hair and touched up her lip gloss before returning to the kitchen.
“Jace tells me that you work at Ritter-Morgan with him,” Max said cooly.
“Yeah,” Netta replied with a smile. “He’s my favorite paralegal,” she stated before wondering if maybe she’d said too much. However, Max didn’t look offended.
“Mine, too,” he said, kissing Jace on the cheek. “So, you’re a lawyer?”
“Yep,” replied Netta, roaming back into the kitchen to check on dinner. “What do you do?”
“I’m a nurse,” Max replied.
“How’d you two meet?”
“We’ve been friends since college. We volunteered together.”
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “Jace, you were a candy striper?”
“I was in a fraternity; it was a service project,” he grumbled.
“I was a candy striper, proudly,” Max boasted.
“Did you have the tight little uniforms?” she teased.
“The tightest,” Max smirked. “Picturing it?” She flushed a bit.
“Everything smells delicious,” Jace complimented.
“Thank you,” she smiled. She took the pan of vegetables out of the oven and frowned. “I’m not sure how to tell if these potatoes are cooked all the way.”
“Here,” said Max, “Let me see.” The heat from the ajar oven rose and blew the tendrils of her hair slightly up as the taller man took the fork from her hand and stood closely behind her, so that his body was pressed against hers. He was warm, too. “If they’re tender like this,” his voice vibrated against her earlobe and made the hairs on her neck stand up as he mashed a potato with the fork tines, “then you’re ready.” She shivered a bit and curled her toes inside her heels--the way his breath tickled her neck made her tingle. Trying for nonchalance, she turned around to face him and found that he hadn’t moved from his close proximity, and now her leg was between the two of his that held his weight equally. Even his posture was perfect. Netta glanced at Jace to see how he would take this, feeling inappropriate, but he didn’t seem bothered. In fact, when he met her eyes, he only rolled his eyes longsufferingly.
“Max, let the lady cook,” he scolded. Max put a hand on her hip.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Just trying to help,” he defended.
“You’re fine. It’s finished, anyway,” Netta said, “Come help yourselves. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“We brought a bottle of wine,” Jace replied. He poured a glass of the sweet-smelling white liquid into a glass that Netta had set out. “Do you want some, honey?” he asked. Netta waited for Max to answer, but he didn’t. “You, Netta, honey. Do you want some?”
“Oh,” she stuttered flusteredly, “Yes, please. Thanks.” He poured a glass for her, and she sat down to the table in front of it.
“This is really good; did you cook it yourself?” asked Jace. He placed a big, warm hand over hers on the table. She knew Max could see this, and she wondered if maybe Jace just acted like this with all women.
“No,” she replied, recoiling awkwardly, “a friend helped me.”
“Ah,” Max interjected, “good. Some things are better done in a group. Cooking can get boring without friends, don’t you think?”
“I never do it alone,” Jace agreed, winking at his lover.
She faltered, not knowing what to make of their advances. “I usually cook by myself,” she admitted.
“Well, we’ll have to fix that,” Max insisted.
“So,” she changed the subject, “how long have you two been dating?”
“Three years now,” replied Max. “You’re not dating anyone, Jace tells me?”
“Slow down, babe,” Jace scolded.
“I’m not dating, no,” Netta answered anyway. If he was going to ask her inappropriate questions, she’d be damned if she let him see it bother her.
“That’s lucky for us,” said Max, touching her arm and letting his hand linger there for a moment. Netta felt anger well up inside her.
“Are you doing something here?” she demanded, standing and letting her napkin fall from her lap. “Because I feel like you are.”
“What are you talking about, Netta?”
“It’s just confusing, okay? I liked you, Jace, and I thought that you might be attracted to me, too. And then you bring your boyfriend here, which is fine; I don’t mind; but it feels like you’re still flirting with me, and it needs to stop. Are you trying to embarrass me or something?”
> “Netta, honey, of course not,” Jace said tenderly. He seemed genuinely hurt by the accusation.
“Oh,” she faltered once more, “oh. I’m sorry. I just thought--”
“You thought correctly. Jace is attracted to you,” Max explained.
“But he’s…” Netta didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Dating you? Taken? Gay?
“He’s attracted to me, too, yes. And we’re dating. We’re both bisexual. He didn’t bring me here to embarrass you, Netta. He brought me here so he could introduce me to you.”
“Really? Why?” she questioned.
“Because he thought that maybe I might like you, too,” he continued, turning in his chair to face her. Her chest turned pink and she felt heat radiate against her face not uncomfortably.
“And?” was all she could manage.
Max’s strong, calloused hand found its way slowly up her dress the slightest bit, his thumb rubbing small, warm circles on her inner thigh.
“He was right,” he whispered against her neck.
“Are you attracted to both of us?” came Jace’s voice from the other side of her, his hand resting lightly on her hip and tracing the stitching line in her dress up and down in small motions.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good.” Jace, the more muscular of the two, stood so that he towered over her once more. Netta was still standing, but even in her heels she had to look up to meet his brown eyes with her own tawny ones. Jace began to undo his belt, but was stopped by Max’s hand firmly eclipsing his, taking off the belt and unzipping his pants, then unbuttoning his shirt and throwing that into the growing pile of clothes. Netta watched as Jace’s lover pulled down his boxers and kicked them away from their feet; then he turned to her. Jace leaned against the table and grabbed Netta sensually by the waist. His grip was delicate but firm, fierce and animalistic, but tender. She felt safe in the danger of it all, the strange newness of the first time making love to someone, but this time with the added variable of another lover to satisfy, and another lover that she could tell could satisfy her. Her turned around to face Max as he kissed down her neck and she shivered, letting out a long, shaky breath of anticipation as her body heated up. She felt Jace’s warm breath between her shoulder blades as he undid each button of her dress between his teeth, starting from the top and working his way irresistibly down until all the buttons were naked and he let out a breath of warm, wet air that blew against the small of her back. Max worked the dress off her shoulders and to the floor, and as soon as it was out of the way, she stood in front of him wearing only a lacy bra and black and red panties.