That Threesome Pt 02

Tuesday 21 March 1978

After the events of the weekend and the ritual, Monday was mundane. I went to work, Jay went to his training scheme, and Raven went to her classes. Then I came home and went to work in the pub - well, I hadn't been in on Saturday, my usual night.

George had said that we could use their telephone as much as we needed, which was generous as every minute had to be paid for in 1978; there were no all-inclusive contracts in those days.

After a discussion, we decided it was best for Jay to take a day off on Tuesday as I would either lose pay or have to make up the time if I stayed off, and I'd already missed work on the Friday.

"How was the move?" Pamela asked during the coffee break. She had been off work herself on the Monday.

"Went okay, considering." Considering I'd been well and truly nailed by our generous host.

"How are you finding it, living with adults again?"

"Erm, Pam! I consider Jay and I are adults. But, yes, strange." In more ways than one.

"What's your room like? It's a posh house, so it must be big."

"Not as big as the bed sit. But it's got its own bathroom."

"Wow! That is posh."

"They call it 'en suite' so, yes. Posh," I giggled at this.

"Nice for kinky times."

My mind drifted back to Jay and me in the bath. Then I remembered Raven bursting in. "The only problem is that there are no locks on any doors. And they are all a bit free with their movements."

"Oh, dear. So not necessarily good for kinky times."

"That's right."

"Any progress with the flat?"

"Jay's taken the day off to do some ringing around. Raven's dad said he can use the phone as much as he needs to."

"That's good of him."

But I wondered what he would want in return. I didn't tell her about George and the early morning tryst. In fact, I hadn't told her much about the family at all. I certainly hadn't told her about rituals, nor about Raven's pervy birthday party.

Back to work, I struggled. The conversation with Pam reminded me of things that had been said. "Those threesomes Jen is so fond of... She said her very next one will involve Jay." Raven's words echoed. "If he says it will happen, it will. They can be very persuasive." "Tenner says, by the end of the month." Not to mention some comments both Jen and George had made the night before, that could well have been hints; planting seeds of ideas in Jay's mind.

My stomach churned, the churning curdling my insides, waves of nausea washed over me at regular intervals. A threesome had never fathomed into our agreement. If he was going to have an experience like that, I wanted to be in the middle. But I didn't want to sleep with two men at once, so that would never happen. So, was I selfish to not want him to have that experience?

By one o'clock, lunch time, I'd dwelled so much on an event that might not even happen that I wasn't sure I could go back to work. I certainly couldn't eat, so I went for a walk.

Wandering down towards the river, I felt a little better. Jay had said there was no way he would join a threesome with George and Jen. I believed him, I thought. But then, he may not have that choice. I knew how persuasive George was, how he managed to break down my defences until he got his way. What if Jen was just as persuasive? If the two of them joined forces, Jay would have no chance. And they were witches, after all.

By the time the salty wind from the river hit my nostrils, I had worked myself up into a ball of anxiety. The bitter taste on the breeze rising off the polluted river made me wretch. I found a phone box and rang my boss. "I've had to go home," I told her. "I'm feeling sick."

***

The house was silent. I ventured into the kitchen to be greeted by the aroma of more fresh-baked bread. There was food on the kitchen table, so someone had been there recently at least, but the house felt deserted. All that worry for nothing; the stress from earlier fell from me like a sloughed cloak. Jay must be out making arrangements and the couple must be at work, I thought. It struck me that I had no idea what Jen's work was.

I ventured up the stairs, deciding to have a lie down. As I reached the landing, I heard voices. The sound drifted down the hallway from George and Jen's room. Peering down the passage, I spotted their door ajar; more than ajar, it was almost half open. My knees weakened, my pulse throbbed in my neck, driving up the pressure in my head, and the tension in my shoulders. Though the door wasn't quite open enough for me to see the bed, I knew what was on it, or in it. Did I want to know more about this?

I doubled back to our room and stripped out of my work clothes, opting for a tee-shirt and signature wrap over. I was even too warm for underwear after that bus journey. Sitting on the bed, wondering, curiosity got the better of me; I padded across the landing, halting at Raven's door. There was no sound from within, but I opened the door to check. The room was empty. Leaving the door ajar for better cover if needed, I sidled down the hallway towards the voices, my heart beating like I'd run up the stairs. "Come on you," it was Jen's voice, "get these undies off."

Though I couldn't see directly onto their bed, I could see the dressing table in the corner with its impractically large mirror, which I hadn't noticed the last time I was in that room; not surprising, considering the action that was playing out in the room at the time. I wondered why anyone would need a mirror that large.

Through the mirror, I could see Jen's form, dressed in a red silk kimono, reflected. Kneeling near the bottom of the king-sized bed, she held either side of Jay's briefs, which she tugged. My heart beat harder as the ever co-operative bed partner lifted his bum from the bed, and Jen eased the undies over his bone-hard cock, while George knelt beside her, caressing her shoulders through the silk that matched his own. Throwing the undies behind her, she pulled apart Jay's knees and crept up to take his erection in her experienced mouth. Jay's eyes closed and his head tilted back to the pillow as he moaned.

My trembling thighs tilted me sideways. I had to stretch out my hand to steady myself against the wall.

After a minute or so of teasing her new sex toy, Jen said, "You taste so sweet; young and tender." Jay moaned again. She slipped off the robe and slid up the bed to lie on her side next to Jay, pushing aside his open shirt to caress his chest. "Such a beautiful young thing," I heard her utter into his ear. I pressed myself against the wall in case she looked at the mirror, though I could still see her hand slide down to caress Jay's erection. My heart beat so hard, I imagined that the vibration was rattling the wall behind me. My chest strained with breathlessness, and I realised that I'd stopped breathing in case they heard me.

***

Pushing myself forward, I ventured to look again. Jen's hand had slid up Jay's body to turn his face into a kiss, and George was spooning her, kissing her neck while his hand stroked her breast. I had to make some noise to stop this, but I couldn't bring myself to do so; if only I could just clear my throat to announce my presence in the house. No one knew I was in the house. I could just sneak back to our room and pretend this wasn't happening. We could have fun later while Jay told me all about it. I didn't need to see any more.

As I argued with myself, I watched George guide Jen's leg backwards to rest across his, opening up her sex. Even at this angle, I could see her engorged clitoris, which George reached with his fingers, playing gently, while she moaned into my lover's ear. He slithered down the bed, his thick dick plopping out from behind Jen, pointing at her opening. I stared in awe as the head of his tool slid back and forth, rubbing her clit from below as his finger treated it from above. It would be the right thing to do at that moment to sidle back to our room, get a coat and shoes on and leave the house; they would never suspect. I was never the one for doing the right thing.

George tilted and guided his cock into Jen's cunt, and slid back and forth. Jen grabbed Jay's hand, guiding it down to her crotch. Jay turned to face her, all the easier for him to reach her and kiss her. She guided his hand until his fingers touched George's slippery organ; Jay recoiled, but Jen held firm, placing his expert fingers exactly where she needed them. Jen's gasping told me that my beau didn't disappoint. With George's sliding in and out, from the perfect position to rub her G-spot, and Jay's deft fingering, Jen soon dug her fingers into his back and yelled out an orgasm. And probably not the first of the afternoon.

Jen took back control of her leg and turned, forcing George's cock to withdraw. She kissed George while Jay's hand wandered around, presumably to play with her nipple, and he allowed his lips to caress the soft flesh below her ear. Anger smouldered within me as I watched, but I still couldn't pull myself away. Jealousy joined in as I wondered what Jen was feeling. What would I be feeling in that situation?

My eyes fixed on Jen's leg as she stretched it back over Jay's legs. Still kissing George, she reached back between her legs, twisting her lower body so she could fumble for, and finally find, Jay's erection. She pulled it down until it lay along her slit. Taking the hint, Jay entered her eager fanny, and she gasped. She turned her head. "Don't be too enthusiastic in there, my love," she said. My love! Cheeky bitch! He was my love. "I need you to last for a while longer. Well, all afternoon."

"Uh, uh," was all he said in reply, as his hand slid around her hips. My view was obscured by the angle, but it was obvious what Jay's fingers were doing, and Jen's approving moans confirmed it. I looked to find a better angle, but spotted the crack where the hinges held the door to the jamb. Through the gap, I had a clear view of the action around Jen's fanny. Jay's piston glided in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. Round and round they went, then up and down its length before circling again, just as I'd taught him. George's mouth was busy between her nipples and her mouth.

As I watched, I realised that my own sex had started tingling. No! This can't be happening, I thought. I was now angry with myself. I turned to walk back to our room, but Jen's call of ecstasy spun me back and I watched through the mirror again, as she grabbed Jay's head and pulled it down to her neck. He seemed to bite her, and she threw her head back in another climax. My tingling intensified. Damn my fucking body!

Jay thrust again, but Jen pulled away. "No, no. I said you needed to last, sunshine." That's my girl, I thought and inwardly admonished myself for cheering her on. As she sat up, she said, "Come on you two. I'm the only one naked here." The two men took the hint and removed their shirt and kimono, respectively. Jen lay down between them, spreading her arms wide. Come on, you two. The men lay down on either side and faced her, each with a hand on a tit.

"This is glorious," Jen said, hugging them both. She turned to kiss Jay. I knew she'd be enjoying that; I'd been enjoying Jay's kisses since he was dating my then best mate. Then she turned to George and repeated the kissing. He wasn't so good. Well, not with me. Each man kissed her neck simultaneously when she looked at the ceiling between kissing them. Their hands caressed her body, her face, her neck, her tits, her sex. At one point, they both played with her clit at the same time until George inserted one or two in her vagina. Then they took turns playing with her clit and her G-spot. The jealousy rose big time as I watched her orgasm three or four times in what felt like about fifteen minutes, each time pulling them tight into a hug.

The tingling in my loins didn't intensify; it didn't quell, either. She pulled them close again, kissing each tenderly on the lips. "You know boys," she said, "I think this is the best session I've ever had." I should fucking think so, I thought; you've got two of the best lovers I can think of. "I don't know which is my favourite right now. Jay with his streamlined beauty, or George with that nice plump weapon." A bit harsh, I thought, with your husband right there. George seemed to giggle at the thought.

I felt that this was an appropriate moment to leave, as she seemed well and truly satisfied. "No, no. Don't," Jen called. I froze, imagining she'd spot me. "I need a rest from that. No more fingering." Fucking hell woman, I should think so. "Hey kid, I hear you give fantastic head." I turned again, knowing she'd heard correct, to see her push Jay up. She raised her knees and spread them as Jay knelt up, cock still ready for action. He shuffled down to the bottom of the bed and buried his head in her crotch. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him as he'd watched her orgasm maybe a half dozen times, and he was still waiting for release.

***

Within minutes, Jen had moaned out another burst of pleasure. "You don't talk much, do you?" she said.

"Me?" Jay replied.

"Yes, you."

"I prefer action."

"Well, it's better use of your tongue. Carry on." He did, while George gave oral delight to her tits, neck, and mouth.

I watched her cum twice again. He was ready to treat her to more when she said, "Come back here." As he crawled back up beside her, she pulled him on top of her, hugging and kissing him, while the kneeling George traced kisses down her body until he leaned in to lick her swollen nub. George's plump dick pointed towards his stomach. This also hadn't squirted its seed. "You know," she said, reaching to George's cock to give it some tender attention, and keep it keen, "sex is fun and funny. It's okay to talk, to laugh, to crack jokes, before, during and after. It doesn't have to be serious" She reached to find Jay's elegant cock, bringing the keenness back.

"I don't like. I prefer to concentrate on my partner's pleasure." Pride pushed aside my anger.

"Oh, you're such a love. Oooh! Ooh!" She stopped talking as George was bringing her closer to another release. "It is... I mean... Sometimes it's hard to... Oh dear. It's hard to talk... Fuuuuck!" She peaked once more. That bed must be soaking from her secretions and all that saliva, I thought.

"Did you just cum again?" George said from her crotch.

"Mmm. I did."

"Greedy bitch!"

"You know I am." George went to work on her again, as she pulled Jay back down into a kiss, her hips bucking against her husband's face. "I can see you're almost ready," she said to Jay, as she smeared his lubrication around his erection and all over her hand. "I'd better stop, hadn't I."

"No. Don't stop. You've got such gentle, sexy hands." She stopped, much to Jay's frustration.

"So swee... Ooh. George! That's..." George stopped, seeing Jen was about to let go.

He knelt up, cock as ready as it could be. He pulled up her knees and parted them as he knelt between and lowered his head to, once again, administer lingus to Jen's cunni. As her hips bucked, he stopped and straightened his body so he was over her, raised on arms whose hands laid either side of her, without pushing Jay out of the way. That tingle still played around my groin, much to my annoyance.

"Woah! Fuck!" Jen called out as he rammed home. And he rammed. And rammed. She smothered Jay's lips with hers while she dug her claws into his shoulders. And George rammed. And cursed some more.

Jay turned his head towards the action below, but she drew him back down in time to scream into his shoulder. George tensed every muscle and pushed high inside Jen, holding still while he shot his first, what would be substantial, load of semen into her. Then he thrust again, tensed, thrust, tensed and thrust again. With the last thrust, George was spent, and he fell on top of Jen, Jay moving away to accommodate him.

George rolled off and Jen reached down to find Jay's still rigid manhood and caressed it again. George leaned up on one elbow and said to Jay, "I think Yoni still needs more proper attention, son." The 'son' made this that bit more perverted.

I couldn't keep watching this and I turned to go, but the message didn't reach my legs, which stayed rooted to the spot. My head turned back towards the open door to see Jen's reflection pull Jay's reflection over, as George's reflection kneeled up, his eyes on the action. There was no hesitation, and Jay obliged. I can't fucking watch this, I thought. Having already seen him fuck my friend, must I watch him fuck her mother as well? But I didn't move.

More gently than George, Jay pushed himself into Jen. That tingling that hadn't intensified did. I couldn't believe that spying on my fiancé while he screwed a woman as old as my mother aroused me so. But it did. The arousal intensified as Jay push in and pulled out of a fanny full of someone else's ejaculate. I realised that my hand had reached my crotch. I was helpless to stop it from entering the folds of my skirt to find the folds of my fanny.

Jay was nothing like George. He was gentle with her. She seemed to appreciate the gentleness and smothered him in kisses. The less animal, more loving sex, was exactly what my body seemed to need at that instant. I was now rubbing my clitoris with frantic abandon. I tried to force myself to stop, lest I give myself away by moaning. But the hand carried on pleasuring me.

Jay's pushing and pulling increased in frequency, as did Jen's breaths. "Fucking hell jay, you are so, so good," said Jen. "What a great fuck!"

This spurred Jay on. It spurred on my rubbing. Jen's moans became louder and more staccato until they ran into each other and became one long scream. She dug her nails into Jay's shoulders again as she came for at least the dozenth time. Jay tensed as he added his semen to George's. I clamped my free hand over my mouth to stifle the moan, already disguised by Jay's heavy grunting.

Fucking Hell! I had just orgasmed while watching Jay making someone else orgasm. Jay emptied his all into Jen. After a few seconds, he rolled off and lay next to her. Jen sat up and scooped a handful of goo from her sex. "Boys, you made such a mess," she giggled and smeared it on George's thigh.

Obviously, the show was over, so I had to scarper out of there. Then I spotted George going down on Jen; Jen, who was full of his and Jay's life juices. He licked her, and licked her.

"You're unstoppable," she said.

"I'm sure there's another orgasm waiting to get out," he replied.

"Of me or you?"

"You know I can, you vixen." He carried on, unperturbed by Jay's watchful eyes.

"Come here," she said, and signalled George to move back up. She made George, whose cock was upright again, lie in the centre of the bed while she sucked the secretions off him. "Ah! Poor Jay didn't get the proper show," she said while she knelt up and plodded up the bed to straddle George. While the action was out of view, Jay's face said it all. He stared at her crotch while she lowered herself onto George, engulfing his cock with her cunt.

While Jen used her thigh muscles and buttock to raise and lower onto George, she stroked Jay's shaft back to life. I had to go, but the insatiability of this woman fascinated me. She leaned across and took Jay's cock into her mouth while impaled on George. Jay's soft murmuring told me he appreciated the attention.

***

"You've never done this before, have you?" George asked.

Jay shook his head.

"Never?" Jen said, as she sat up, but continued to stroke Jay's manhood.

"No. I couldn't. Not with San. I couldn't watch her fucking someone else."

"But she has sex with other people."

"That's different. And we have an agreement not to have sex with each other after somebody else.