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  Jim shook his head. “No, I want this to happen. I want it for you, but I want it for me, too. As we said, this is a unique opportunity.”

  Sophie smiled and squeezed his arm. “I can’t believe how much attention I’ve been getting all night,” she whispered, looking back towards the table of men who’d chatted to her earlier.

  Jim looked down at her slender figure, then back at her pretty face, the big brown eyes between thick lashes, and the perfect white teeth between full lips.

  “I can,” he said. “Right, I’ll go and help Joel with the drinks. Don’t let anyone else move in on you while I’m away.”

  Sophie shook her hair away from her face, putting on her catwalk expression. “I’ll try and fight them off.”

  The queue at the bar was several people deep, and Joel was still waiting to be served. When he saw Jim, he winked and leaned over to whisper. “If she’s not up for taking us both on, I’m a fucking Chinaman.”

  Jim tried to look doubtful. “What makes you say that?”

  Joel looked astonished at his friend’s apparent naïveté. “Hello? Earth calling Dick-Head,” he said in a voice disguised to sound like it came over a radio. “Have you not been listening to her? Have you not seen her body language? Christ, can’t you hear her fucking well purring like a cat that knows she’s getting all the cream? Well let me tell you, mate—she’ll get my fucking cream, that’s for sure.”

  Jim shrugged, thinking maybe he shouldn’t act quite so stupid. Sophie had been so suggestive that anyone would have seen it. He imagined Sophie getting all of Joel’s cream. It turned him on. He looked over at Sophie again, then back at Joel. “So,” he said, “are you up for that?”

  Joel looked incredulous. “Too fucking right I’m up for it. I had to come to the bar because I’d got a hard-on. She was rubbing those legs together and giving the big-eyed ‘I don’t want to share my toys’ line. Fucking hell, she’ll be getting as much as she wants from me tonight. I’ve had nothing since me and Viv split up four months ago.”

  Jim felt a mixture of possessiveness and horniness, but didn’t dwell on the dilemma for too long.

  “If you don’t want in,” Joel continued, “you can still have the spare room. Just cover your ears if you want to get any sleep.”

  “Bollocks. If there are going to be any shenanigans, I want to be involved.”

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  When their drinks were finished, Joel invited Sophie back to his flat for a nightcap and she accepted with a big smile. Once outside, Sophie said she’d need to get her coat from her car. The men stood and watched as she walked over the road. Her skirt was very short, and the ankle straps and high heels made her legs look absolutely fantastic.

  Jim was just thinking how great Sophie looked when Joel whispered “Fucking Hell, Jimbo! Have we hit the jackpot tonight, or what?”

  He didn’t feel the need to answer.

  Sophie rejoined them on the pavement and she walked between the two men for the short walk back to the flat, linking arms with both as they chatted and laughed. Once inside the sitting room, Joel left to get beer. While alone together Sophie and Jim whispered briefly, confirming both were happy with the way the evening was progressing. Sophie hung her coat over the back of a chair, and then Joel returned with three cold bottles of Beck’s. They all had a couple of mouthfuls of beer, and then there was a brief pause in conversation. Jim was feeling awkward, and even Joel was reticent.

  Sophie broke the silence, and the ice.

  “Look, I think we all know what’s going to happen here tonight,” she said. “Basically, I don’t want anything up my backside, and I prefer sex to be gentle. Other than that, I’m up for most things.”

  Joel put some music on the hi-fi and all three started to slowly dance together, Sophie sandwiched between the men as they all swayed. The men both lightly touched her through her clothes and she returned the gesture, scratching her nails down arms, running her fingers through hair, pushing her hips into their groins.

  Sophie removed her top so she was dancing in just a lacy black bra, black skirt and shoes. Both men removed their shirts, and Joel also removed his shoes and socks.

  Joel went to change the CD and Jim went to get more beer from the fridge. It took him a couple of minutes to find the bottle opener. He returned to see friend and wife kissing passionately. Joel had his hand up Sophie’s skirt, and she was slowly stroking his erection through the material of his trousers.

  Jim stood and watched them. They seemed oblivious to his presence, which made it feel like he was spying on them. He was watching his half-naked wife and another man doing some heavy petting, and it turned him on. He felt a trace of jealousy, a hint of guilt. But overriding all —pure lust.

  As Jim finally re-joined them, any thoughts of drinking and dancing seemed to have been forgotten. He undid the back of Sophie’s skirt, and with a wiggle of her hips it slid to the floor. She stepped out of the pool of material and stood facing the two men. She slid her arms around her back and unfastened her bra, but held it in place over her boobs.

  “I think you two should lose some more of your clothes, don’t you?”

  In less than ten seconds, both men were naked. Sophie smiled and let her bra join the pile of clothes on the carpet. In her black thong and high heels, she allowed the men to lead her into the bedroom.

  The only light came from a small lamp on a bedside cabinet, which cast elongated shadows of them across the walls and ceiling. Sophie lay in the middle of the king-size bed, and Jim and Joel sat either side of her. Jim undid her ankle straps and she kicked off her shoes, then raised her bum up off the bed to allow the men to remove her thong.

  Both men started to stroke her body lightly, letting their hands slide over her arms, shoulders, stomach and legs. Jim knew that Sophie had a special liking for getting her feet stroked, and he spent several minutes attending to this. He watched as Joel ran his hands all over her stomach and boobs. When Joel leaned closer and took Sophie’s nipple into his mouth, she let out a little whimper of pleasure.

  Jim moved further up the bed and took her other nipple into his mouth. Sophie did not try to return any of their caresses. She lay still in the middle of the bed and allowed herself to be stroked and kissed. Jim had one rock-hard nipple between his teeth, his hand stroking the soft skin just above the inside of her knee. Sophie was breathing heavily and moaning quietly. Jim slid his hand slowly up her leg. Sophie gently started moving her pelvis up and down, and Jim felt her juices on the inside of her thigh. He was surprised at how wet she was getting just from this kissing, but as his hand moved a little higher he realized why. Joel already had his hand on her sex.

  Jim opened his eyes and saw that there were two fingers of Joel’s hand busily going in and out of Sophie’s slit. Joel had felt the presence of Jim’s hand and removed his own, allowing Jim access. Jim slid two fingers easily into his wife’s wet sex and pleasured her for a few seconds before letting Joel take over. This ‘finger-tag’ went on for a few minutes, with each man spending about fifteen seconds pleasuring Sophie before letting the other take over.

  Joel encouraged Sophie onto all fours on the bed, with her facing him, and Jim now standing behind her. This was the first time Jim had noticed Joel’s dick. Now it was fully hard, it looked impressive, and certainly bigger than his own.

  Jim watched as his friend’s dick slid into his wife’s open mouth. Another moment of mixed emotions: a cold tightness in the stomach from the jealousy, and a burning fire lower down from the excitement. Jim sank his face between Sophie’s legs and started to kiss and lick at her. She was completely soaking, and his face was instantly covered in her juices. He prodded and teased her sex with his tongue for several minutes, and then Sophie moved away from him. She turned around on the bed so that she was still on all fours, but now facing Jim. She looked into his eyes as she took his dick deep into her mouth, sending a shudder through his entire body.

  Jim watched as Joel guided his big dick, wet and glisten
ing, towards her sex. She let out a yelp as Joel entered her. Joel started fucking her with long, slow thrusts, his fingers tracing the contours of her hips and waist. Sophie soon started to have the orgasm that she must have been building up to all evening. At the height of her ecstasy, Sophie was so vocal she let Jim’s dick fall from her mouth. Joel was obviously nearing his own moment, and Sophie had to hold onto Jim’s legs to support herself as Joel banged her from behind. With four or five short hard thrusts, Joel came, and Jim watched in turmoil as Sophie wriggled and pushed back onto him, seeming to enjoy the fact Joel had come inside her.

  Then Sophie had Jim back in her mouth, and he realised he was on the verge of his own release. Joel had his eyes closed and was still inside Sophie, now moving very slowly. Sophie’s eyes were also closed, her mouth still sucking him. Jim gently tapped her on the side of the head, and she opened her eyes and looked up at his face. He discreetly indicated that he was about to come, expecting her to finish him by hand, or turn around so that he could go inside her. Instead, she started to move her head back and forwards on him with more zeal, and suddenly Jim was coming into her mouth. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings in his body as he was drained of all the pent-up frustration and stress of the previous few hours. Sophie kept sucking and swallowing, and Jim kept coming. Never could he remember such an intense orgasm.

  When Jim eventually opened his eyes, Joel was standing next to the bed. His dick was now soft, and he had a big smile on his face. Jim instantly regretted what had taken place. It was a common feeling for Jim, the usual comedown after his orgasm. As the chemical change in his brain kicked in, the mixed emotions suddenly threatened to ruin the whole evening. But after reminding himself how he’d felt every time they’d fantasised over this exact thing, he quickly calmed down again and all three settled in bed under the quilt, Sophie in the middle. There was no conversation as each privately came to terms with what had just occurred.

  After about fifteen minutes, Sophie leaned up on her elbow and started to kiss Joel, ready to continue with her night of passion. As she pushed the quilt down the bed with her foot, Jim saw that her hand was gripping Joel’s dick, slowly masturbating him. Joel was already hard. Evidently, he was ready for more, too. Jim wondered how long Sophie had been playing with him. Sophie climbed on top of him, feeding his thick dick inside her.

  Jim knelt on the bed next to their legs and watched as his wife slowly made love to the other man. Her head was buried against Joel’s shoulder, her long tousled hair a dark fan over the pillow, hiding both their faces. Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance. From his position on the bed, Jim had a perfect view of their union. With each slow, upward movement of Sophie’s hips he could see Joel’s slippery hardness, partially exposed for a second or two before it disappeared again inside the dark pinkness. Joel was holding Sophie’s hips in his hands, moving her on him. Jim stretched his hand out and gently stroked the back of Sophie’s leg, aroused to feel her thigh muscles working as she rode his friend.

  There was a layer of perspiration on Sophie’s back, giving her a sultry, exotic look in the dim yellow light. Their lovemaking seemed to go on for a long time before Sophie reached her climax. She was very vocal as she came – muffled moans and sighs as the current built up, urgent grunts as the waves swelled inside her, then screams and shouts as the waves broke into an explosion of pleasure. Finally, she let out grateful cries and whimpers as she rode the final ripples of her orgasm. Jim was in a cold sweat and felt like his stomach was in a vice. Still gently stroking her, he could now feel her leg muscles shaking as she struggled to maintain the rhythm in her post-orgasmic state. As Jim watched her moving on Joel, he wished he could have been the one that had made her come earlier. Sophie had reached orgasm twice, and each time it had been when Joel was fucking her. Jim hadn’t even been inside her yet.

  Jim told himself he was being childish. If he hadn’t wanted her to have this pleasure, then why did he agree to this weekend? And what about the pleasure he was getting from it?

  Before he could contemplate the answer to that question, it became apparent that Joel was nearing his orgasm. His hands were gripping Sophie’s hips, moving her more vigorously up and down along the length of his dick. Jim’s hand stopped stroking Sophie and he just watched them. Joel was breathing heavily and grunting, sounding like he was feeling pain rather than pleasure. His final groan reminded Jim of the weightlifters in the Olympics – an agonised second or two of immense effort before the final exhalation of relief on completing the lift.

  Jim watched Joel’s balls move up by an inch or so inside his sac, then relax and move up again, three, four, five times. Jim knew that Joel was firing more and more of his cum inside his wife with each spasm. Sophie was obviously aware of it too, and Jim watched her gyrating her hips, milking Joel of every drop. Suddenly, Sophie was coming again. She slid her knees up the bed slightly, and then raised herself up on her arms, grinding her clitoris against Joel’s pelvic bone until her pleasure subsided.

  Obviously exhausted, Sophie rolled off Joel and lay back on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She was sweating profusely, strands of her hair stuck to her face. She held eye contact with Jim for a few seconds, and then her eyes made their way down his body. It was only then that Jim realised his dick was rock hard. Sophie looked back up into his eyes and slowly parted her legs. Instantly, Jim was upon her. He pushed himself into her as hard as he could, and she took him in easily. She was very wet, and Jim got a perverse kind of pleasure from the fact the wetness was not only her own juices. He slammed into her with force again and again, and with each thrust Sophie cried out. Jim knew that Sophie was not in discomfort, and as she came again, Jim fired his own addition to the mixture of fluids inside her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, and then Jim rolled off onto the other side of the bed. After a few minutes they all drifted off to sleep.

  It was a couple of hours later when Jim was awakened by Joel’s voice. Jim looked across to the other side of the bed and saw his friend’s face. His eyes were closed and he was mumbling something under his breath. At first Jim thought he was talking in his sleep, but then realised what was happening. He pushed the quilt slowly down the bed and saw that Sophie was giving Joel a blowjob. Whether she’d started this while Joel was asleep, Jim couldn’t tell. Nor, for that matter, did he care.

  His jealousy from earlier was long forgotten, and as he watched her he felt his erection grow. Jim slid himself down the bed and eased Sophie over onto her back. She spread her legs and turned her head to one side so that she could keep Joel’s dick in her mouth. As Jim mounted her, Sophie looked up at him, slid her arms around his waist and pulled him into her, moving herself against him. She leaned herself up and slightly to her right, craning her neck as she slid her mouth up and down on Joel, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.

  Jim was fucking his wife while only a few inches from his face she had another man’s dick in her mouth. This just seemed to drive him on all the more, and his lovemaking became more heated. Suddenly Joel’s mumblings became louder and louder, and his hands gripped Sophie’s hair. Jim could hear her gulps and see her throat moving as she swallowed all that Joel fired into her mouth. All the while, Sophie kept looking straight into Jim’s eyes. Jim came almost immediately after Joel had, the release making him shout and grunt with each spasm.

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  Chapter Three

  Jim was the first to wake next morning, and he discovered that Joel was the only other person in the bed. He went to look for Sophie, and saw she’d written a message in lipstick on the mirror over the fireplace in the lounge:

  Thanx for a great night.

  I’m glad that U 2 learned to share your toys.

  See Ya.

  S. xx

  Jim was relieved that she’d left before they woke. He’d been worried that the situation may have seem
ed less erotic in the cold light of day. He went for a shower and then made two cups of coffee. When Jim walked back into Joel’s bedroom, the smell of last night’s sex and beer seemed anything but erotic. Joel woke up and glanced questioningly over Jim’s shoulder.

  “Our guest has already left,” Jim announced.

  A big smile spread over Joel’s face, and then he whooped like a kid at a fair. “Fucking hell, can you believe we got so lucky?”

  Not sure how to answer that, Jim smiled and shook his head.

  “What a babe,” Joel continued. “Looked like an angel, fucked like a demon. Top combination.”

  Jim tried to maintain a smile. His jealousy had briefly resurfaced in the shower earlier, as images from last night’s events kept filling his mind. But now something made him want to know more. He wanted to hear exactly what Joel thought of his wife’s sexual performance. Joel was obviously impressed with everything that she’d done to him, and Jim grew strangely proud of the glowing reference his friend gave.

  After a full English breakfast at a local café, Joel drove Jim to the station. The two men walked slowly onto the platform.

  Joel held out his hand. “I really appreciate your coming down, mate. Hope you think it was worth it.”

  Jim shook his friend’s hand “It was definitely worth it.”

  “Yeah. Hey, I hope you were paying attention last night. That’ll be the last time I’m able to show you how to pick up women.”

  “Oh, I think I’ll be able to manage. I mean, I’ve learned from the master.”

  Joel laughed, then turned serious. “I still can’t believe last night. I’ve been going to that bar for weeks and never seen anyone as hot as that Sophie.”

  Jim tried to hide his pride. “I reckon she’s probably been there every week, but only came near you because I was there.”

  Joel snorted. “Dream on. I wonder if there are women like that in New Zealand.”