I took a breath and knocked. Yes, even I got nervous, especially with new clients. It was the unknown—that brief moment where even I had no idea what to expect. And I couldn’t show that. I had to be confident. Showing emotion was a big no-no.
“It’s unlocked,” a female voice called out. Okay then. I pushed the door and walked in, closing it securely behind me.
There wasn’t much I hadn’t been asked to do, but seeing her draped over the bed, and him standing beside her, I had a feeling I was about to experience a first. Dusk was beginning to settle over the city, the magnificent view capturing my attention for all of a second. Then it was back to them.
“Hi,” I said, moving toward the bed. She stood up and smiled at me.
“Hello. Coop, I presume?” she asked. I nodded, shaking her outstretched hand. “I’m Brittany Lewis. This is my husband, Ben.” She placed her hand on Ben’s shoulder. He nodded at me as I tried to read his expression. Nothing. My heart began to pound as I realized I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Was he here to watch? Or participate?
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so nervous about what a client wanted. The thrill of not knowing, combined with the endless possibilities racing through my head, was fucking mind-blowing. I’d had plenty of three-ways before, but never involving another man.
The devil’s three-way.
The thought of it sent shivers down my spine. I glanced over at Ben. They were a striking couple, both tall, dark haired and attractive. Brittany had an innocence about her that was incredibly intoxicating, and the idea of her riding my cock while her husband watched made me harden instantly.
“Nice to meet you both,” I said smoothly, walking over to sit in one of the armchairs next to the wood fire. Brittany followed closely behind me. I sat down opposite Ben as Brittany sat on his knee. His arm wrapped around her back, slipping under her shirt, his gaze directly on me.
“Trust me,” Ben muttered, smirking. “The pleasure is all ours.” He turned Brittany, his lips working their way down her neck.
My eyes slowly moved over her body. The hem of her flowing black skirt stopped mid-thigh, showcasing long willowy legs. Her hair was caught up in a messy bun with loose strands escaping everywhere. She held her ice blue eyes on mine, her lips twitching into a small smile. My erection pressed against the fabric of my pants. She glanced down, her smile widening, as if she’d just uncovered a secret.
“So, what were you after this evening?” I said smoothly, smirking at her. I stood up, taking her hand. I pulled her toward me, running my fingernails down the side of her face. She breathed in deeply, her grip tightening on my hand as her eyelids fluttered shut. She combed her fingers through my hair, pulling my body up against hers. Her lips crushed against mine, the sweet taste of her mouth clouding my senses. I was vaguely aware that her husband had slipped in behind her. His hand brushed against my erection as he slipped inside of her panties.
My body jolted in shock against the feel of his touch. As accidental as it was, it had ignited something inside of me. This was fucking unbelievably arousing. I pulled away from Brittany, watching closely as Ben slipped her dress down over her hips, leaving her between us in only a tiny black lace thong. I reached out, tracing the outside of her nipple, flicking at it softly as it hardened.
I undid my pants, letting them fall to the ground. I kicked them aside, along with my boxer shorts. My cock swelled at the sight of this sexy beauty in front of me as I eased out of my gray button-up shirt. Her hands curled around my girth like she was handling a golf club. She squeezed firmly, making me gasp.
“I want you on the bed,” she said, kissing me. I nodded and walked over to the king-sized bed behind us. She climbed on top of me. She unclasped her hair, sending it cascading around her shoulders and her breasts. God, this woman was hot. This whole situation was incredible.
She pushed me onto the bed, hoisting herself over me until she was straddling my chest. My hands rested on her thighs as she leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue teasing me. Ben kneeled on the side of the bed—suddenly very naked—behind her. Using his hand, he forced her head around until she faced him, and kissed her roughly.
This felt so surreal. An incredibly sexy woman was straddling me, wearing nothing but a tiny thong while her naked husband made out with her. My fingers continued to explore her flesh, now focusing on the soft skin at the very top of her inner thigh. She jumped as my fingers trailed along the outside of her pussy, over the damp lacy strip of fabric that was her underwear. She moaned as I threatened to enter her.
“God yes,” she mumbled.
Ben disappeared behind her as I slowly moved a finger inside of her. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable sensation of a mouth wrapping around my cock. My back arched as his tongue wound its way around my length, sucking me slowly, and deliberately.
Fuck. Holy shit.
There were no words that could appropriately explain what I was feeling. I’d never fantasized about receiving head from another man, and never in a million years would I have thought I’d enjoy it, but this whole experience was fucking amazing.
A mouth was a mouth, and when the owner knew how to work it, what hope did my dick have?
I squeezed my arms under Brittany’s thighs and moved her up to my face. She cried out, grabbing at my hair as my tongue ran along the inside of her lips. My legs clenched as Ben began to suck me faster, his mouth moving rapidly up and down my shaft. I plunged my tongue inside of her, my grip on her legs tensing as my whole body began to throb, screaming for release.
“God, Coop. Harder,” cried Brittany, riding the movements of my tongue.
I felt her juices trickle down my neck as I nibbled on her clit. I gasped, jamming my tongue deeper inside her tight pussy as my back lifted violently off the bed. I could feel his hands on my ass as I pushed myself further into his mouth. Brittany jerked forward, crying out, but I could barely hear her. I was lost in my own release as I sprayed abruptly into his mouth. The feeling was euphoric as he sucked the remaining juices off my cock. I gently flicked my tongue as Brittany whimpered softly, her pussy so swollen and sensitive that my touch was too much for her.
Then she was off me, flipped over onto the bed. I lay there, unable to move as Ben fucked his wife in front of me. His thrusts were fast and full of frustration, the need to come intense. Forcing myself onto my side, I kissed her neck, my fingers running over her breasts as his thrusts got slower and further in between.
God I loved my job.
“Do you think you could go again?”
I turned to Brittany, a smile on my face. Again? I sure as hell wanted to give it a go. Ben smirked at me, his eyebrows raised.