The Lounge
Slumping back on the highly embroidered bedspread a little, you both smile at each other widely and agree that was and experience well worth waiting for. Emily leans into you and whispers that she wants to explore some more fantasies, most importantly a mΓ©nage-a-trios. She inclines her head knowingly at the bedroom door leading to the room where you left me. She mouths the words. "Can we?" You excitedly nod in agreement, relishing the thought, you rise and take Emily by the hand and lead her to the door.
You swing the door open and position yourselves either side of the open door, a hand on each other's behind. I'm reclining on the couch, propped up by some cushions and sipping at my glass of wine, oblivious to what has been going on in the bedroom. At the sound of the door opening I look over towards you. The sight of you both naked standing there in such an intimate pose causes my jaw to drop, which causes great amusement to the two of you. I lean forward to place my wine glass down and get up, but you clearly tell me to stay exactly where I am. You both walk over to the couch, and standing arm in arm look down at me and ask me if I like what I see. With a broad grin I reply in a definite affirmative.
The fire has heated the room to a delectable temperature, and you don't even feel the slightest bit cold despite your nakedness. Even so, you feel goose bumps on your skin as you anticipate what is to come. The only light in the room comes from the open door of the bedroom you have just vacated and the flames of the flickering fire in the stone fireplace. The flames cause rippling patterns of light on the wood paneled walls, and casts long shadows of objects scattered around the room. There is the rich scent of wood and leather in the room, which is very masculine. You reach down and pick up one of the spare wine glasses and pour a generous amount of the excellent wine into the glass. You hand it to Emily and pour a second glass for yourself, you original glass long forgotten in the bedroom. Looking into each other's eyes, the firelight glinting of the glass you both take a slow sip of the wine. Watching you, I can barely contain my excitement, but I remain quiet thoroughly enjoying the scene that is unraveling before me.
Placing you glasses on the coffee table, you both kneel down on the long white shag-pile rug that lies between the couch and the fire. You are near my head, and Emily is down near my waist. Emily looks towards you for a sign of permission, and with a nod and a smile it is given. She reaches forward and places her hand on my already rapidly growing groin. You lean forward and kiss me deeply, it is a long lingering and passionate kiss, your tongue tenderly exploring mine, your hands gripping my face holding me tight. As you continue to kiss me one hand runs through my hair, the other runs down my chest. Emily's hands are at my waist and undoing my brown leather belt, and then the button and zipper of my pants. She reaches inside and strokes my already hard member through my underwear, her fingers running the length of my shaft, gauging its length and girth. She grips my pants at the waist, and as I lift my hips slightly to assist, she slides my pants and underwear and once to my ankles. She leans forward and takes the length of my member in her mouth, and sucks tenderly. Her mouth moves expertly up and down my shaft, causing it to shudder with pleasure. She gently cups me in her hand and squeezes as she slides up and down.