It had been weeks since that first night -- the night we crossed into something deeper. Since Gayle took us both inside her and I let Alex enter me. Since I came inside her, my cock throbbing, while his pulsed inside me, and she whispered how much she loved watching it all.
We hadn't rushed to do it again. Instead, we let the moment live with us. We'd whisper about it when we made love. Replay it in our minds during slow kisses. Gayle would press her fingers between her thighs and say, "I can still feel both of you." And I'd get hard instantly, craving more.
Now, Alex was back.
He stood in our bedroom -- quieter this time, more grounded. Not performing. Just present. His clothes came off slowly, not from showmanship, but from readiness. His cock was already swelling. He was excited, but waiting -- respectful, as always.
Gayle sat on the edge of the bed in a thin silk robe, bare underneath. No makeup, just flushed skin and soft eyes. "You've thought about it, haven't you?" she asked.
"I haven't stopped," Alex said.
She glanced at me. "He's going to give you what you asked for tonight. But I'm going to give you to him."
She walked to him, stroked his chest, kissed his shoulder. Then turned back to me. "Sit. Let him show you how badly he wants it."
I sat on the edge of the bed. Alex knelt in front of me like he'd been waiting his whole life to be told to.
He took me into his mouth with slow reverence -- not rushing, not proving. Just worshipping. His lips wrapped tight, his tongue moved expertly, and he moaned softly with every inch. His hands slid up my thighs as he sucked, holding me steady like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Gayle watched us for a moment, then crawled up next to me. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft while Alex sucked the top. "God, you're hard," she whispered. "He loves the way you taste."
Alex moaned around my cock. Then one hand slipped lower, between my legs. He circled, teased, and pressed.
Gayle whispered in my ear, "Let him touch you... let him feel how much you want him..."
His finger entered slowly, already slick with lube. He found my rhythm instantly -- matching the slow strokes of his mouth with a deeper, curling pressure inside me. I groaned, head falling back. Gayle kissed my neck and said, "You want to cum like this?"
"I want to fuck him."
She smiled. "Then let me make him ready."
Gayle slid behind Alex. She pulled his hips back and parted his cheeks with soft, reverent hands. Her fingers coated in lube, she teased his rim, circled, pressed. "You want him to take you again?"
Alex whimpered. "Yes. I want to feel every inch. I want to feel him fill me while I fuck you."
