Pete, Linda and Jeff make three.
We had just fucked when there came a knocking at the door - good timing, at least we weren’t disturbed before. As always Pete’s fuck was beautiful - I felt at peace with the world, thoroughly seen to and wonderfully gratified and stimulated. It was like I was still feeling him deep up inside me, he’d been there for so long, just fucking, pausing awhile, and then fucking again.
Now as he slid his length out of me I felt the immense warmth inside.
“Are you okay for me to answer the door?” Pete asked considerately.
Pete had already pulled on his jeans and t-shirt but I was still in my nothing’s feeling the deep sensual vibrations of the after fuck. He’d taken me in three positions ending with bare back, me crouched on all fours to perfectly accommodate him, it was all lovely, just as lovely as the one before when he fucked me scissor fashion, on my back on the edge of the settee, lifting one leg high and outwards as he went in sideways, applying that gentle stinging slap on my ass cheeks which I simply adored, all this after the deep rough fuck with him on top of me, stretching my thighs so wide apart after he’d had his oral of me, then feeling the first of his fucks in prelude to more I knew would come before he reached his climax with me.
I said I would nip into the bedroom because I didn’t have time to dress, he couldn’t keep whoever it was at the door waiting, and anyway I wanted time to relax on the bed, I was absolutely exhausted, but nicely so.
He acknowledged me and I slipped into the bathroom still completely naked. I could smell Pete on the bed clothes, he always used Brute which I adored. We had never fucked on the bed so far anyway. Going through my mind were images of how it mat be when we did.
I know he had lot’s of plans in store. We had started to discuss them of late, so I had a pretty good idea of what tuned Pete on and invariably turned me on as well.
I just laid back and closed my eyes, imagining Pete’s throbbing fuck once more. He is so beautifully made and I love him so, he loved for me to ‘help myself’ as he always said, liking the way I always did, and then continuing that he loved the things I did with his cock in foreplay.
I so loved to feel him up and wank him as I placed that beautiful red plum as I called it into my mouth to feel the bulk of it, my tongue foraging around, teasing it madly, sucking it deeper and deeper, holding my breath for a real deep throated blow job, so very nice and wonderful, and I knew it was something which would earn me a real hard thrusting deep penetrating fuck.
When he would lift me bodily and sling me over the edge of the settee and just take me like a servant lad, fucking the ass off me, his grunts and moans accompanying his heavenly fuck.
I was already there in bed with him, doping all the things he had talked about, like tying my wrists and ankles to the bedrails, stuffing my mouth with his worn briefs, blindfolding me as he experimented with my body, it was going to be so very good.
But who was that at the door, he had been chatting for a long time and I was getting hard again, I felt the anal hunger ache for more of his cock, it is what I had become used to. Hopefully I would not have to wait long.
I felt like shouting ‘come on, Pete hurry up.” but of course I wouldn’t have been that rude, Pete was such a considerate guy and I didn’t want to spoil that.
But I hear a female voice - and he’d asked her in - what the hell was he doing. I covered myself in the duvet, what I had was for Pete’s eyes only. I’d never performed or been with a female and had no inclination so to do. But I knew Pete was bi - I had to accept that, but he treated me well and so I had no complaints. But who was he talking to now? Tap-Tap=Tap at the door soon answered that query.
“Hope you don’t mind, Jeff but it’s my ex. She just happened to be in town, has to fly back to Toronto tomorrow, so had to ask her in.”
I guess I looked apprehensive - seeing how I was attired and lodged in his bed because he said not to worry - Linda knew about us and before I had a chance to respond there was Linda peeking through the opening in the door.
“Hell, Jeffrey - so you are Jeffrey. I can see what Pete sees in you.” she complimented . Then she came right into the bedroom and Pete let her, now I was more embarrassed than ever.
The pong of her perfume was very aromatic, she was a very nice girl to be sure, dressed in an alluring short red skirt and cloak top, she wore a black laced blouse beneath which was very low cut, displaying her ample cleavage to full advantage. I guess she was lovely enough and she had a very delightful smile.
“I am sorry to interrupt your fun but you see, although Pete and I are finished - well to be frank he has still a lot to offer - as you well know. So occasionally we meet up for a sexual encounter, because there is no man in the world can come up to Pete’s delivery - if you know what I mean.”
