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Tendrils of sunlight snaked between the bedroom blinds, and Matt’s eye peaked open. As his other eye opened and he adjusted to wakefulness, he heard soft sounds and became aware of motion in the bed. When he turned his head, he saw Paul, sitting up at the head of the bed, leaning back against a pillow. His eyes trailed down Paul’s naked body, and he saw Lucy, snuggled down between Paul’s legs. She was on her knees, her fingers caressing Paul’s heavy balls as she sucked his turgid cock.
Matt watched as Lucy looked up into Paul’s eyes, deeply focused upon him as her fingers and mouth worked in rhythm. She licked down the prominent vein on the front of Paul’s shaft, and flickered her tongue over his balls while her fingers encircled and stroked his shaft. One at a time, she drew Paul’s balls into her mouth and slurped greedily upon them while her thumb found a bead of precum and smeared it over his crown. Moments later, her mouth engulfed his head and she greedily licked off that glistening moisture.
Paul slid his fingers to the back of Lucy’s head, and she sucked harder, with increasing urgency. Her head bobbed up and down as her lips and mouth hungrily devoured Paul’s impressive dick.
Lucy glanced over and saw Matt’s eyes. Her left hand crawled up his thigh and found his dick, which was already swollen, while she took Paul deep in her mouth, holding the base of his shaft in her right hand. Her finger slipped around Matt and tugged at his erect heat.
Paul moved from his spot leaning against the pillows and positioned himself behind Lucy as she crawled over to Matt. When her lips met the crown of Matt’s cock, she traced the tip of her tongue over him, mixing his juice with Paul’s. In the next moment, Lucy’s moan filled the roam as Paul thrust deep inside her, sending a rush of heat through her body. Lucy pulled her mouth off of Matt’s dick, replacing it with her hand, afraid she would bite Matt with the way Paul was fucking her. As Paul settled into a rhythmic thrusting, Lucy stroked Matt synchronously and was finally able to take him back into her mouth.
For several minutes, Paul thrust and filled Lucy’s pussy and she greedily devoured Matt’s cock. Their moans and grunts intertwined and filled the room. Heat surged into, through, and among them. Paul’s cock thrust in rhythm with Matt’s. Their hands roamed Lucy’s body, Paul’s on her hips and ass and Matt’s on her neck, shoulders and then cupping her hanging breasts. The competing and merging sensations were overwhelming.
Lucy tossed her head back and let forth a deep moan that emerged from her belly. Her hand stroked to the base of Matt’s shaft, gripping him tight and coaxing his explosion. Paul, at the same time, buried himself at full depth and held still.
All of them were poised at the edge. Paul drew back slowly, thrust deep again, and Lucy’s body rippled. She groaned again and the orgasm began emerging from deep within. Her pussy contracted and she started to stroke Matt again.
Again, Paul slowly withdrew, and slammed forward at full depth, pinning Lucy. It was too much, the slowly emerging orgasm hurtled now to the surface and overwhelmed Lucy. Her throbbing pussy squeezed and pulsed around Paul’s shaft and he gave one final thrust before giving in and letting go, sailing over the edge and emptying himself deep inside her.
While she moaned and shuddered, Lucy took Matt deep into her mouth and cupped his balls with her fingers. With a slew of strokes of his cock with her lips and his thrusts into her mouth Lucy drew Matt over the edge along with them and he released into her mouth, flooding her tongue and lips with his warm semen.
The three collapsed and spent a few moments recovering before Lucy went into the bathroom to shower. Matt went down to the kitchen to brew coffee.
As they sat at the bar along the backside of the kitchen island in their robes drinking coffee, Paul’s phone rang. He glanced at the number, picked up, and took the call in the great room.
When Paul came back into the kitchen, his face was inscrutable. “It was Bria,” he told them.
When they stared blankly at them, he added, “My girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. Or whatever.”
When he said nothing more, Lucy asked, “Is everything okay? Are you okay? What did she say?”
“She said she made a terrible mistake when she left me,” Paul answered. “She’s coming here. She bought herself a plane ticket. She wants to make amends and give it another go. She arrives at Salt Lake City at three o’clock. She said she understands if I don’t show up to pick her up, but she had to give it a shot.”
“What are you going to do?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t know,” Paul answered. “My pride says to leave her hanging. But every other fiber in my being says to go. Get her. We were, or are, or have been so good to each other. I just don’t know.”
“Well,” Matt said, “if you pick her up and it doesn’t work out, you probably won’t have any lasting regrets. But if you let it go, it could be a decision you’d regret for a long time.”
“That’s a good point,” Paul answered. “I’m going to give it some thought. Are you guys headed to the slopes?”
“Yes,” Matt replied. “We’ll probably be out there until 4:00 or so. If you pick her up, do you want to join us for dinner? Maybe it would be good to have a buffer, or maybe you need some alone time. Even if you don’t pick her up, you’re more than welcome to join us.”
“That might be good, either way,” Paul responded. “Let’s exchange cell phone numbers, and I’ll text you and Lucy and work out a plan?”
After they exchanged numbers and punched them into their phones, Lucy stood. “I’m going to get my things out to get ready for the slopes,” she said, “so maybe we’ll see you tonight?”
She began to head toward the stairs, but then looked over at Paul. Grinning at herself with a newfound confidence he seemed to breed in her, she walked over to him. She leaned into him, pressed her lips to his, and worked her tongue gently into his mouth. Meanwhile, her fingernails slipped inside his robe against his chest, and down his belly, until her fingers found his penis.
As her fingers wrapped lightly around him, she kissed her way to his ear, and then whispered, “Part of me hopes you don’t pick her up, and I can have you all to myself. And part of me wants to see the woman who has captured your mind.”
She stepped back, smiled, turned, and said, “See you later.”
As she walked up the stairs, Paul turned to Matt, and said, “You are one lucky man.”
“I am,” Matt answered. “Yes, I am.”
After they finished their coffees, Paul got his stuff together and headed to his Villa. Matt joined Lucy upstairs to prepare for a beautiful day on the slopes.
*
Later that afternoon, not long after four o’clock, Matt and Lucy took their last run of the day, skiing right up to the back porch of their villa. It had been sunny, just below freezing, with plenty of powder. In short, the conditions had been ideal.
They walked up the back steps, left their boots on the porch, and stripped down to their base layers. Matt turned on the hot tub and went to grab them each a beer while Lucy sat at the kitchen bar. She grabbed her phone and read a text from Paul, “I decided to pick up Bria. Will touch base about dinner after we get settled.”
Lucy told Matt about the text, and they moved to the great room where Matt turned on the gas fireplace. Across the way, they could see that Paul and Bria had arrived from the airport. In fact, Paul appeared to have had the same idea as Matt. He was handing Bria a beer, just after lighting the fireplace Each couple sat on their couch. They all saw one another, and waved. Paul was in jeans and a flannel shirt. Bria had been wearing boots, and was now barefoot in jeans and a sweater.
Paul picked up his phone and texted Lucy, “I told Bria about you guys. Dinner at 7?”
Lucy replied, “Sounds good. How much did you tell her?”
Paul answered, “Everything.”
Lucy: “Everything?”
Paul: “Bria has become very open-minded.”
Lucy: “That sounds interesting.”
Paul: “She wants to know who I’m texting.”
Lucy raised her cell phone and waved. In response, Bria and Paul lifted their beers and air-toasted Matt and Lucy.
Bria slid her fingers over Paul’s thigh and said, “So it’s true? Did you really watch them?”
“Yes,” Paul answered, “I really did.”
“It was one thing to hear about it,” Bria replied, sliding her fingers further up Paul’s thigh and then slid her palm over his crotch. “It’s so much sexier seeing where it happened, and seeing them.”
Bria set her pint glass down on the end table and leaned into Paul. Her lips brushed against his, and he kissed her back. Her fingers never left his crotch and rested there, covering him. Their mouths opened and their tongues lazily danced.
“I’m so glad you were willing to give us another chance,” she said. “I just got... overwhelmed, and I ran. I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”
“I admit I thought about not picking you up,” Paul answered. “But deep down I knew I had to. We’re too good together not to give it another chance. Butt let’s let it go for now. Let’s have a good week and enjoy our time here. And when we get home, we’ll start sorting things out.”
She looked into his eyes, kissed him again, and said, “Thank you. I have some making up to do, and I’m sorry I missed out on all the fun around here.”
They kissed again, each brushing touch of their lips together further intensifying the moment in the room. Their tongues met and brushed and tasted one another. Their breaths shortened. Fingers wandered and caressed with increasing desire.
“Who says it’s all over?” Paul replied, his hand scrolling across Bria’s thigh.
Bria kissed him harder now, their tongues locking tighter together, stroking and tasting.
“Good point,” Bria answered, amid the kiss. “Maybe the fun is just getting started. And Maybe we should repay the favor.”
“Repay the favor?” Paul asked, and, as he did, Bria stood in front of him, her back to the window. Her fingers moved to her waist, and she unfastened her jeans, pulled them slowly off her hips, and let them fall to the floor. She stood in her sweaters and a thong.
In the dusk, the firelight lit up her bare flesh.
“Is this a good start?” Bria asked, feeling impish, emboldened and sexy.
“A beautiful start,” Paul answered. “Although ...” he trailed off, watching her, their eyes dancing at one another.
“Although what?” she asked.
“Although ...” Paul continued, “they were completely naked.”
“They?” Bria replied. “Somehow I don’t think you were looking at ... what did you say his name was? Matt?”
“He’s a good looking guy,” Paul retorted. “But yes, I confess. Your instincts are correct. It was hard to take my eyes off Lucy’s naked body, her ass and breasts and legs. I was not as focused on Matt.”
“Maybe I’ll have to check him out,” Bria answered playfully. “And if we’re going to repay them, I should get naked? Is that what you are saying?” Bria climbed into Paul’s lap and kissed him again. She rocked against him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and rubbed her fingers over his chest. Paul’s fingers and strong hands found Bria’s buttocks and pulled her against him as she rocked.
“I think you want to,” Paul answered, his fingers now on Bria’s bared hips.
“Maybe,” she said. “You think they’ll like what they see?” Bria asked, leaning her hand against Paul’s chest as she stood up to her feet.
Paul leaned forward, kissed her again as if he couldn’t bear to have their lips apart so long, and responded, “No. I don’t think so. I know they will.”
Bria looked into his eyes, slipped her thumbs to the hips of her thong, and pulled it slowly down off her body, her bare feet stepping out of them, one at a time.
As she did so, Paul’s fingers found the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it over her head.
They kissed again. Harder. Breaths shortened as lips pressed and tongues danced.
“You look so fucking sexy,” Paul told Bria. “Do you feel sexy?”
She kissed him again, nibbling his lip, her hands unbuttoning his flannel to drag her fingernails against his chest.
“I do,” she replied, reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra and let it fall to the floor.
There she was. Red hair and blue eyes. Petite. Pink nipples and freshly shaved. Beautiful, hot, and sexy. Fully on display to neighbors Matt and Lucy.
As she did, she looked back over her shoulder. Matt’s bottom layer was piled on the floor, and Lucy’s fingers were gliding over his cock as they both watched Bria and Paul.
“I guess you’re right,” Bria said, dragging her fingers over Paul’s chest and belly.
“Right?” Paul asked.
“They like what they see.”
“How does that make you feel, Bria?”
“Incredible,” she answered. “Incredibly sexy.”
“You are,” Paul replied. “Incredible, and incredibly sexy.”
“So what did you say you saw?” Bria continued. “She got on her knees and sucked his cock? And that made your cock get all rigid and wanting? Is that right?”
“Yes,” Paul answered, and Bria, naked, climbed into his lap. They kissed hard, again, her breasts against his bare chest, the friction sending sensations rolling over her flesh. Paul sucked on Bria’s tongue, and she arched her naked body against him. He cupped her ass as she rocked and ground and her tender nipples grazed his chest.
Their mouths parted, and Bria slipped out of Paul’s lap, kneeling in front of him as she kissed her way along Paul’s chin, over his chest, and down across the muscles of his abdomen.
“Do you want me to suck your cock like that, Paul?” Bria said, practically panting the words out of her mouth. “On my knees? Naked and on display?”
“Fuck,” was all Paul could manage before he followed with a “Yes!”
“Is she still stroking him?” Bria whispered while her fingers worked to unfasten Paul’s jeans. He lifted his lips as she pulled them off his body, his swollen cock springing upward when released.
“Yesss,” Paul gasped as Bria’s fingers found and encircled his freed, thickened shaft. She knelt there soaking up the moment. It was a wonderfully romantic spot, dusk was falling and the fireplace was lit. She was naked, and all four of them were clearly powerfully aroused. Her fingers began to slowly pump Paul’s dick. She watched the expressions of pleasure spread across his face as her fingers deftly stroked.
Paul leaned down to kiss her, and their mouths mashed together as Bria stroked faster, their tongues dancing in rhythm with her stroking. Her thumb caressed the prominent vein on the front of his shaft, and dipped into a bead of precum formed on his head. When she felt that, her hand found Paul’s chest, pushed him back on the couch, and her lips left his mouth and met his cock.
Paul gasped.
Bria’s lips slipped over the crown of Paul’s cock, and her tongue swiped against him, tasting his musk. He groaned aloud and of obvious pleasure drove Bria’s hunger.
Bria watched Paul’s face as she let his engorged shaft rest against her open palm, while the width of her tongue slowly licked from the base of his shaft to the head. She closed her eyes and slowly sucked each of his balls, one at a time, into her mouth. She looked up into his eyes as she drew each testicle into her mouth and brushed it with her tongue. As she did so, she felt a dribble of his warm liquid leak onto her fingers, and she licked her way back up.
Paul leaned forward, lifted her chin, and kissed Bria again. His palm cupped her hanging breast, her nipple bending and dragging. Their tongues lashed together before she dropped back down and drew his rigid heat back into her mouth.
Her fingers and mouth worked in rhythm, stroking the base of his shaft and cupping his balls with her fingers as her lips and tongue sucked and licked.
Paul’s thumb and forefinger tweaked Bria’s nipple and she moaned around his cock, slurping at him with a receding suction while his fingers stroked and caressed her pebbled nipples.
Bria looked over her shoulder, and gasped. Lucy and Matt had moved to the window where Lucy knelt taking Matt’s cock into her mouth. They were sideways so that Bria could see the profiles of their naked bodies, and they could watch Bria’s display of sensual eroticism. Lucy’s breasts dangled. Her head bobbed up and down and Matt’s rigid cock extended forward, silhouetted in Bria’s view.
“Nice,” Bria said, stroking Paul with her fingers as she paused to watch a moment longer. “Not as big as you, but what a beautiful cock.”
“And then you went over there?” Bria asked.
“Went over there?”
“After watching her suck him like she’s doing now?”
“Oh,” Paul answered. “Yes. Yes, I did.”
She climbed up his body, kissing along his hip, his stomach, and his chest.
Paul’s fingers brushed along her naked flesh. As she leaned over and into Paul, kissing him, his fingertip parted her tender lips and found her clit. She moaned into the kiss as his fingertip brushed against her attention-craving little button. Each change of direction, each caress, each shift in intensity of his touch lit another fire beneath her skin.
“Do they want to see you fuck me?” she panted, breaking the kiss just long enough to get out the words.
“You know they do,” he answered sliding his fingertip from her clit to penetrate her, using a “come hither” motion to stroke inside her as his finger penetrated. Bria’s hips responded instinctively to his touch.
Bria gasped away from the kiss as a second finger penetrated her, and the motion of her hips caused sweet friction of her clit against his palm.
“And you want them to see it,” Paul added.
“Fuck,” Bria gasped. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
She reached between their bodies, held Paul’s cock upright, and moved herself against him, poised to sink down over his shaft.
“You want this big dick inside you?” Paul asked.
“You know,” Bria panted kissing him again, her fingers in his hair. “I do.”
She looked back over her shoulder, where Matt and Lucy sat facing one another, her fingers pumping his cock, and his stroking her pussy as her hips rocked. Their eyes were locked on Bria.
This sent a surge of heat through Bria, and she sunk down immediately over Paul, the penetration flooding her with heat and driving the breath from her lungs.
Their lips met, and their bodies began to move in rhythm. Bria’s pussy squeezed tight around Paul’s cock, stroking it up and down as she moved. His strong hands cupped her ass, guiding her over and along his thrusting heat.
“Oh, Paul,” Bria gasped, kissing him again, as she rocked up and down, angling herself over his moving heat. “I missed you.”
“You missed this?” he asked, leaning his head forward to tongue Bria’s breast and draw her nipple into his mouth.
“Yesss,” she gasped.
His palms cupped her breasts together, and his tongue flickered from one nipple to the other. Bria rocked her hips so that her clit brushed against Paul’s abdomen with each deep rocking penetration.
“And this?” he asked as their mouths met and his hips found another gear. He was thrusting as she was bouncing on him, the friction, the stretching, and the sensations multiplying exponentially with each deep penetration.
Bria arched against him. Her hips slammed down to meet his thrusts.
They were thrashing now. Desperate. Crawling tighter against one another. Thrusting. Gyrating. No more words. Just moans and the sounds of the fire cracking and their skin smacking together.
“Paul!”
“Bria!”
He cupped her ass and yanked her down over him. The impact jarred her entire body and sent a ripple of heat cascading in every direction inside her.
Bria’s fingers clasped. Her toes curled. Her body arched as Paul’s hips thrust, and the grinding friction was overwhelming.
“Paul!”
“Oh baby, YES!” he answered.
As Bria’s body began to quiver, Paul’s hips thrust one more time burying his cock hilt deep inside her.
The quaking sensations overwhelmed Bria, and she let go. The dam burst, and waves of pleasure flooded her body. She gasped and moaned as her hips jerked. The contractions of her pussy around Paul’s cock pulled him over the edge. Paul’s entire body tensed up for just a moment before he surged forward and his penis erupted.
Bria could feel him erupting inside her, flooding her, as she rode the waves of orgasm and held onto him tight until her hips finally stopped bucking.
Bria glanced over her shoulder to see an arc of sperm shooting from Matt’s cock into Lucy’s belly and breasts as Lucy rocked against Matt’s fingers in a quivering orgasm.
Bria collapsed against Paul, her head on his shoulder. She kissed his neck, and breathed softly in his ear as his fingers caressed her back and neck and slipped through her hair.
“Amazing,” Bria whispered.
“You are,” Paul answered.
They collapsed together on the couch, and snuggled, breathless, speechless as the waves slowly receded and their bodies relaxed.
“Dinner will be interesting,” Bria whispered, chuckling, as Paul leaned over, grabbed her beer, and handed it to her.
“Yes,” Paul replied. “That would be one way to put it. Are you looking forward to it?”
“Actually,” Bria answered. “I am. Very much so. I am definitely intrigued.”
They sat and relaxed as they finished their beers before slowly gathering their clothing, finding their way upstairs, and getting themselves cleaned up for dinner.
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