[ Author's note.
Apologies. In part one, I had Steve's (The POV character) cock as thicker and longer than John's. Now it's only thicker, yet shorter. Sorry, Steve. I thought this fit better with the series. Hopefully it doesn't ruin anyone's day (except maybe Steve's). This is also turning into much more than a three-part story. Stay tuned.
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The next week, we lost even worse than before--our worst loss of the season. John bowed out at halftime--yet another hamstring injury. He watched the remainder of the game from the sidelines, unable to leave since we had carpooled to the game. "Carpooling" with John meant we had to drive every week, as he was too cheap to put gas in his car or pay the $1.00 parking fee. Jane didn't seem to mind, but week after week, it irked me.
This time, though, I wasn't mad that we had lost; I was expecting it by now. I was intensely curious to see if we'd continue on from the events of the past week. The threesome had been organic, although somewhat perpetrated by Jane "accidentally" losing her bikini top. If anything happened this week, it would be premeditated. I still had a mixture of jealousy and excitement flowing through me, with the excitement winning out. This was something we'd always wanted, and the last week had been the hottest sex we'd ever had. We'd fucked every night in ever-crazier positions, our passions fueled by thoughts of our threesome.
However, Jane had only given us oral, no penetration. Was I going to be OK with another guy--John--fucking her? What if he was better than me? Unlikely, especially given that his cock was skinnier--Jane always said she loved my girth. What if she made different sounds, or he made her cum on his cock? How was I going to feel?
I could see Jane was nervous too, gulping half her wine in one go (good thing I'd started out with the cheap stuff this time). She took out the weed pipe and sucked in a huge amount of smoke before offering it to us.
"Hot tub again?" She said, exhaling and gesturing to John's injured leg.
"Sure," he said, sheepish.
"I'll go get changed. You boys get comfortable."
I gave John a look, and an understanding passed between us. This was going to happen. As long as she was game. This time, we made no pretense with the suits, tossing our clothes over the table and climbing in naked. Jane came back a few minutes later with shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. She was dressed in one of the coverups she uses for the beach. Black and partly see-through, it accentuated her shape perfectly.
"I figured we could use something to cut the tension," she said, clinking the bottle and glasses down. She reached down to the sash across her waist, loosening the knot. I was expecting one of her tiny bikinis beneath, but instead she was naked.
"What?" she said, climbing into the tub. "It's not like you haven't both seen it before." She had a point; both of us had gotten a much better view than we had anticipated the previous week.
She didn't sit at first, bending over to fill the shot glasses with vodka. We both got a full-on view of her ass and smoothly waxed pussy under the soft lights of the tub.
Jane handed out the glasses, filled to the brim. "Cheers," she said, raising hers, "to good times." We all drank, downing the fiery liquid in a single swallow. The heat of the vodka only served to increase my arousal. We were doing this. My nerves were on fire, and a bolt of anxiety and lust was building deep within me.
"Last week was fun, huh?" Jane said, refilling our glasses and slipping down into the tub. In doing so, she got closer to John than was necessary, dangling her boobs directly in his face.
We both nodded, afraid to break the spell that was in the air. She downed her second shot. We followed and set our glasses down on the edge of the tub. I looked over at John and gave him a quick nod. The previous week had been almost exclusively for our pleasure, as we shared her between us. We needed to put that right. In concert, we both moved closer to her. I reached down and pulled her legs up, floating her on the surface of the water. Her tits were perfect, small, and tight against her chest; the smoothness of her mons vivid in the low light.
"Let us take care of you this time," I said, moving in for a kiss. She didn't complain but leaned toward me, sealing her lips on mine.
I reached down for her tits, starting off firm but gentle. She loved rough play, but it was something that had to be built up to. I glanced over, and John had moved between her legs, reaching out gently to stroke the smooth skin above her clit. Jane let out a sigh. Sometimes she had a hard time relaxing and receiving pleasure during sex, but the shots combined with the atmosphere of arousal seemed to be doing the trick. I was determined that tonight she would get her pleasure before us.
"Alexa, play chill-out radio," I said between mouthfuls of Jane's nipples. The silence had started to get to me, and I needed something to keep the mood going. The soothing tunes of Sunlounger started to fill the air. Jane was breathing hard into my mouth as I kissed her deeply, kneading the flesh of her tits, trying not to favor one over the other. John had reached down between her legs now. Was he fingering her? Feeling the soft insides of her pussy? The thought of his fingers inside her sent conflicting thoughts through my head. On the one hand, it was an incredible turn-on; on the other, it sent a pang of jealousy through me; another man was feeling my wife's delicate insides.
I put the negative thoughts to the side. It wasn't like she was going to leave me for him or that he would--or could--take something from me. She'd still be there after this night and all the others.
I squeezed one nipple harder, gauging her reaction. Jane took a breath. She knew what was coming. The combination of my nibbling and John's fingers was getting her worked up enough to take some more intense stimulation. I bit deeply into her nipple, causing her to jerk back. She let out a moan, and I knew she would be wet with her juices.
Use your mouth," I whispered to John. "She loves that." A look of concern flitted across his face, but I waved him on, getting back to my nipple-biting
Slowly, I raised the tempo, increasing the pressure of my bites and squeezes, before... I bit down hard on the flesh of her left tit. Jane let out a sharp sound, but I knew she loved it. It was going to form a bruise the next day, a lingering pain that would resonate through her, reminding her of this night as she worked out at the gym.
