Dinner for Three

Stephanie, my dear Queenie, I hope you have a very VERY happy birthday. And if it works out anything like this, and you don’t call me, you’re dead :)

Love,
Hath

One

One of the things that Stephanie and Jon valued most about their relationship was their ability to be totally open and honest about everything, including sex. As a result, they had an exciting and very satisfying love life. No matter what one or the other wanted to try, the other was more than willing. It was liberating and exhilarating, and more than once, their attempts had them in hysterics as they tried to figure out which arm or leg went where.

Stephanie’s birthday was in a few days. Jon wanted to plan something special for his girl; something that she hadn’t done before. He had considered taking her on a trip or buying her jewelry of some kind, but he’d already done that. This year, he wanted to give her something...more private and personal. Something they could keep to themselves and enjoy secretly. A smirk crossed his face when his best friend walked into the room. He knew just what he wanted to get her; he just had to figure out a way to make it happen.

Richie was surprised to see Jon sitting there with an open bottle of whiskey, staring at the door to the suite. Stephanie was due in any day, and Richie had expected his friend to be cloistered away with his lovely girlfriend, losing himself in her. Apparently, he was anxious for her to get here.

Richie was a little jealous of Jon; he seemed to have found the perfect girl. She was smart, sexy, and adventurous as all get-out. On more than one occasion over the few years they had been dating, Richie had returned to their shared suite earlier than expected only to find one or both of them in some state of undress. Instead of being embarrassed, Stephanie would simply smile and wave before Jon would carry her away to his room.

Stephanie was a beautiful contradiction. One moment she would be so brazen; looking at him like she wanted to eat him alive. The next, he’d catch her looking and give her a wink and a grin, and she’d turn away, blushing like a young girl. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that she turned him on something fierce; something that Jon knew full well. To his credit though, Richie didn’t do anything about it, of course. A guy doesn’t try to seduce his best friend’s girl.

“What’s up, bro? You waiting on Steph?” He laughed. “You’re looking at that door like you’re willing her to come through it.”

“Nah, she’ll be here in a couple days,” Jon answered, taking a swig of whiskey. “I was waiting to talk to you about her birthday.”

Richie’s eyes searched out the date on the ceiling. “Shit, her birthday’s coming up fast, yeah?”

“Yep,” Jon agreed, downing more of the amber liquid. “Friday. She’s flying in before dinner.”

“Flying? Doesn’t she usually drive when she meets you in the city?”

Jon rolled his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re keeping track of my girlfriend’s travel habits,” he chuckled. “But yeah, flying. It takes her four or five hours to drive down, and I want to celebrate her birthday with her while it’s still her actual birthday, and she won’t play hooky.” He smiled. “My girl takes her responsibilities seriously. Even on her birthday. Which brings me back to her gift.”

“Lemme guess,” Richie said, helping himself to the bottle in front of Jon. “You don’t have a present for her yet.” He stated it as fact rather than asking the question. Jon was a good guy, but tended to forget little things like birthdays. Richie poured two fingers of liquor into a heavy crystal tumbler. The first sip burned a little going down, as a good whiskey should, but once the warmth hit his stomach and started to spread out, it felt great.

“No, asshole, I don’t have one for her yet. I do have one in mind, though, and I wanted to get your opinion.” Jon refilled his own glass and took a healthy swig.

Richie raised an eyebrow. Jon didn’t usually drink this much in the afternoon. “So what is it that has you slugging back the Johnnie Black like it’s going outta style?” His eyes went wide. “You giving her a ring?”

“NO!” Jon said a little too quickly. He loved Stephanie, and he knew she loved him, but neither of them really wanted to throw the ‘M’ word around quite yet. They had talked about it some, but both were both thrilled with the way their relationship was moving, and neither wanted to change it yet. “It’s just that my gift idea, well it’s a little out there.” Jon put the glass down and steepled his fingers, tapping his chin with his index fingers. It’s now or never, he thought. “Remember a buncha years ago, that wild night we spent in Minneapolis that time?” Jon’s heart was racing. It was one thing to want to do this for Steph, but quite another to try to set it up.

“Oh, you mean with, uh,” Richie looked out the window and snapped his fingers quickly while he thought. After a few moments, he turned triumphantly to his friend. “Candace!” He smiled widely at Jon, who just nodded, but didn’t say anything. As more of the memory of that night came back to Richie, his smile started to slip. Candace had been a gorgeous young woman that they had met at the after-party who couldn’t seem to decide which of them she liked better. She flirted outrageously with both of them, and when they jokingly suggested they could have themselves a private naked party, just the three of them, she readily agreed. It was a night neither of them would ever forget.

Richie abruptly sat forward when the full meaning of Jon’s question hit him in the back of the head. “You’re not asking... you can’t mean... with Stephanie?”

“Yeah, with Stephanie, you idiot. Who else am I seeing right now?”

Richie was floored. The last time they’d done this, it was a spur-of-the-moment, what-the-hell-we’re-loaded-anyway kind of thing. This was Jon planning it. For his girlfriend! “You’ve thought about this, and you’re sure?” Richie asked, getting excited at the prospect of having Stephanie’s warm, willing body under his; fantasizing about her thick, luxurious curls against his chest.... or his thighs. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

“I’m sure, bro.”

“And Stephanie would be, uh, up for it?”

Jon just gave Richie a look. “Man, I’m not blind. I see how she gazes at you when she thinks neither of us is looking. She’s thought about it. She’ll be all for it.”

Richie chuckled, perversely pleased to hear that. “When?”

“When she gets here on Friday.”

Richie sat back in his chair with a hard sigh. “Ground rules?”

Jon laughed at his Richie’s expression. He could see his friend practically rubbing his hands together with glee. He supposed he couldn’t blame his friend: Stephanie was fabulous. “Don’t touch my shit,” he said, “even by accident. I’ll break your fucking hand. Other than that, whatever she wants.”

Two

Stephanie was excited to be back in New York City. She lived upstate, and didn’t get down as often as she would like. Jon usually came to her, or else they traveled to some exotic destination where they spent long, luxurious days together. She laughed, counting how many countries she’d had sex in; almost too many to name. She was curious as to what her birthday celebration was going to be, and if she should have grabbed her passport. All Jon had said was that he had something very special planned, and she should wear something sexy but casual.

Hah! Like she ever dressed any other way!

So after leaving work early, she showered, changed into her most comfortable painted-on jeans, pulled on a thin cotton tank top the color of a perfectly ripe mango, and zipped into her favorite CFM boots. She tousled her hair, knowing Jon liked the “damn, baby, you look like you just woke up” look, and skimmed on the barest amount of makeup. Satisfied, she left for the airport. The flight took off just after four, and landed an hour or so later. A liveried chauffeur awaited Stephanie outside the terminal, and she smiled, her excitement starting to build. As she settled into the plush interior of the car, the driver handed her a heavy parchment envelope. Grinning like a fool, she slid the cardstock from its sleeve.

It’s Your Birthday!
Time for your wildest fantasies to come true...
I’ll see you soon,
Love,
J

Wondering what in the hell THAT meant, Stephanie turned her gaze out the window, and watched the city lights whiz by. When she arrived at the hotel, the bellman opened her door and took her bag. “Good evening, Ms. Stephanie,” he said, remembering her from the last time she visited Jon here. All the way up the elevator, her palms were sweating. When she knocked on Jon’s door, she had a smile on her face a mile wide.

The door opened to a surprise. Jon and Richie stood there, side by side, looking gorgeous. Jon was wearing simple black trousers and a heavy denim Oxford shirt. The sleeves were rolled up over his corded forearms, and it was held closed by only a couple of buttons on the bottom. His feet were bare, and Stephanie’s knees weakened for a moment. Damn that Sambora; if he wasn’t here, she’d jump Jon right this minute! But she couldn’t really get mad at Rich, for he made a beautiful picture himself in tight jeans and a purple paisley-print silk shirt. He too had only buttoned the bottom two buttons, and like Jon, that left a wide expanse of chest open to her avaricious view.

“Happy birthday, darlin’,” Richie said, speaking first. He leaned in to lightly kiss her cheek, then disappeared into the suite.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Jon said, pulling her in for a decidedly less chaste kiss. His mouth slanted over hers as he tipped her back over his arm. He plundered her for long minutes while his free hand played freely over her untethered breasts. When Stephanie was good and aroused, Jon backed off, smiling. “We have dinner waiting for you,” he said, slipping her hand into the crook of his arm.

He walked her into the dining area, and she smiled at the romantic candlelit scene before her. White roses sat in the center of the table in a Baccarat crystal vase. Heavy silver candelabra flanked the flowers, and the light scent of vanilla wafted from the lit tapers.

Three chairs sat side-by-side along one side of the long table. Covered plates sat in front of each place. Dinner for three. “Great,” Stephanie thought to herself. “Richie still isn’t giving us our privacy.”

The three of them talked, laughed, and drank over a wonderful dinner. As the liquor flowed, Stephanie got more relaxed, and less resented Richie’s intrusion on what should have been a sex-filled celebration with Jon. She was having a great time, though she was still confused as to why Richie was there.

“So, what gives?” she asked Richie, sipping from a glass of excellent red wine.

“What do you mean?” Richie asked innocently before sliding another piece of perfectly cooked filet mignon between luscious lips.

Stephanie smiled. “I mean, I appreciate you wanting to wish me a happy birthday, but surely you have better things to do with yourself on a Friday night...”

Jon reached under the table and put his hand high on Stephanie’s thigh, his fingertips brushing lightly against the juncture of her legs.

“I have nothing better to do than to spend an evening with you, gorgeous,” Richie said, winking when Stephanie shivered.

Steph rolled her eyes. “Laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

Richie leaned in to whisper in Stephanie’s ear. “You don’ t like thick?” he breathed, licking the shell of her ear her and making Stephanie choke on her drink. “Then you’ve definitely got a problem, darlin’.”

Richie just laughed at her reaction and squeezed Steph’s leg. She was stunned. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think Richie was coming on to her! And Jon was sitting right there and not saying anything! She shook her head. The banter among them was always full of humorous anecdotes and put-downs, but the conversation now turned toward the suggestive, which it hadn’t done before. She slid a look at Jon, and he smiled, telling her that he had heard his wingman’s comments. That opened the door for him to tell the first of several raunchy, dirty stories. The boys tried to one-up each other, and to hear them talking like that so freely, it was arousing.

She wasn’t really surprised with some of the stories they told; rather, she was surprised they shared these stories with her at all. On the one hand, she was thrilled they let their guard down around her, and she hoped this was a turning point in their group dynamic. On the other hand, she was apprehensive. The boys had more than their share of wine with dinner, and she hoped that they didn’t regret sharing this much with her come morning.

Eventually, the three of them made it to the sofa and Stephanie, a little tipsy from all the wine she had imbibed, but by no means drunk, sat sandwiched between the two men. Jon turned to her, running a finger down one bare arm. The spaghetti-strap tank-top she wore left very little to the imagination, and as his finger trailed down her arm, he watched her nipples pebble under the thin fabric of her shirt. Richie saw this too, and swallowed hard.

“So baby,” Jon said, “you ready for your birthday present?”

Stephanie laughed and flicked a glance in Richie’s direction, hoping he’d get the hint and retreat to his room. When he didn’t, she sighed softly and turned slightly to her right and dropped her left hand into Jon’s lap, massaging his growing erection. “I am more than ready, baby, and I see you are too! Hell, you even wrapped it for me!”

Jon grabbed her hand and, catching Richie’s eye over Stephanie’s head, tossed it at his lap, where it landed on his wingman’s own erection. Stephanie’s eyes widened, and she tried to snatch her hand away, but Richie held fast with one hand as the other moved to rest lightly on Steph’s thigh.

Stephanie felt Jon’s hand on her cheek, and she turned face to him again, confusion in her eyes and blood pounding in her ears. She saw a question in Jon’s expression as he leaned in to take her face between his hands, rubbing his thumbs along her jaw-line. He kissed her then, his mouth devouring hers. Her heart beat an erratic staccato as she realized what her present was: she was going to have both of them tonight.

Three

Stephanie slowly stroked Richie’s length, testing his girth, making her mouth run dry, before taking her hand back from his lap. She dug her fingers into Jon’s hair, pulling his mouth harder onto hers, telling him that she was more than wiling to accept his – their – gift. She felt the hand that was on her thigh move up under her shirt to caress one tender breast, while the other massaged the back of her neck, scratching gently and making gooseflesh rise on her shoulders. She gasped as Richie’s fingers found her nipple and tweaked it gently. Her hips bucked toward Jon, even as she felt Richie move in closer behind her. His warmth at her back had her wet and throbbing, but she wasn’t sure what she should do next.

How far were they willing to go?

How far was she?

Richie leaned in to bite gently at Steph’s shoulder, getting her attention. When she turned to him with heavily hooded eyes , he cupped the side of her face and kissed her slowly, tangling his tongue with hers while Jon slanted his hand into her lap to rub hard at her dampening pussy. Richie swallowed Stephanie’s moans and broke the kiss with a smile. He pulled away and stood, winking before disappearing into his bedroom. He returned with a couple of thick blankets which he spread on the wide living area floor. He disappeared again, Stephanie eagerly watching his every move, and this time came back with armloads of pillows, adding them to the pallet he had made on the floor. He returned to the couch and held out his hand to her.

Stephanie let her gaze travel over Richie – really looking at him. His eyes, normally a soft, chocolate brown, were nearly black with desire. His mouth was set in an almost pout. He looked like was having trouble holding on to his control; his breathing was hard and slow. Her gaze traveled lower, over the expanse of chest that was rising and falling with great deliberation as Richie struggled to calm himself. She continued her open perusal, stopping next at the distended front of his dress pants.

Stephanie looked at Jon and he nodded slightly. She extended a shaking hand to take Richie’s, and allowed herself to be pulled up to stand in front of him. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned the few buttons that held his shirt closed. She played her small hands over his chest, scratching her nails across the flat brown nipples she found there.

Richie closed his eyes against her touch, moaning softly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her in hard against his erection, rubbing against the juncture of her thighs. Emboldened by his obvious arousal, Stephanie pushed her hands up to Richie’s shoulders and slid the silk down his arms, trailing gentle fingertips in the soft fabric’s wake. She placed wet, open-mouthed kisses across his chest, and worked his way up until she was nipping at his Adam’s apple.

Jon stood then, and shrugged out of his own shirt. He stepped in close behind Stephanie, and pulled up the hem of her top, lifting it up over her head. With her arms raised, her perfect breasts were thrust upward, and Richie bent to take one stiffened peak into his mouth. Stephanie leaned back against Jon’s warm chest for support, and he kissed and licked and nibbled at her neck until her knees went weak.

Smiling, Jon lowered slowly Stephanie to the floor, settling her on her back. She looked up with desire burning in her eyes at the two the gorgeous, shirtless men grinning on either side of her. Unhurriedly, the two men sunk to their knees next to her.

Richie moved to her feet, slowly unzipping her boots and placing them gently to one side. He took first one foot then the other in his capable hands and rubbed them thoroughly, using his thumbs to press into her arches. He worked his hands up her legs, rubbing and kneading her muscles as he approached the warm, wet heat that he knew was hiding behind those jeans. When he reached her waist, he undid her jeans and pulled them down, smiling when he discovered that there was no other barrier; Stephanie was commando underneath.

Jon took one of her nipples into his mouth, distracting her from the flush of embarrassment that was creeping over her chest at Richie’s exploration. “Relax,” Jon murmured against her flesh. “We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do.”

Stephanie could feel Richie’s hands lightly caressing her naked calves and thighs, and her pussy began to throb with anticipation. Groping for Jon, she groaned when she found his straining erection.

“I want,” she hissed, arching her back and licking her lips.

Grinning, Jon stood and quickly divested himself of his pants, kicking them away impatiently. He straddled Stephanie’s shoulders, and lowered to his knees. Steph took his hard cock into her mouth, welcoming the familiar salty, musky flavor on her tongue. As she stroked his dick with her lips and tongue, she could feel Richie’s fingers run the length of her slit, revealing to him how wet she was.

She couldn’t see what Richie was doing, she could only feel. Every nerve ending was on fire. Her body arched and she gasped when she felt one finger, then two stroking in and out of her now sopping pussy. Her mouth tightened around Jon and she sucked harder, fueled by the rivers of desire coursing through her body. Jon’s moans told Stephanie that he was close to release, and she couldn’t wait to taste him.

Richie inched up to lick at Stephanie’s clit while a third finger easily slid into her. His hand was moving forcefully in her now, pumping her furiously. He switched from licking to sucking, and Stephanie’s whole body tensed. She came with a long, low moan that transmitted up the length of Jon’s cock and sent him over the edge. He shot into the back of her throat, and groaned when she sucked every last drop from his body. Jon slid from Stephanie’s mouth and lay with his head pillowed on her stomach. He rolled first one nipple, then the other between his thumb and forefinger while Richie continued his assault. Jon could feel the muscles of her stomach bunch, and he knew that she was going to cum again. He leaned in to take one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard while he pinched the other firmly. That pressure, paired with Richie’s strong suction on her clit had her crying out incoherently.

Jon kissed her breasts gently, trailing lazy kisses over each creamy mound while Richie gentled his mouth. A bit dazed, Stephanie watched through slumberous eyes as Jon moved off of her. She flicked her gaze downward and saw Richie’s dark head positioned between her thighs, eyes closed, and a small smile playing at his lips. He slowly licked at Stephanie, sending tremors through her body. Jon moved to kneel behind her, supporting her back on his chest, allowing her to better see what Richie was doing to her. He rubbed his hands over her sensitive breasts, pulling and plucking at her nipples while Richie sped his motions, and Stephanie was peaking again in minutes, screaming in ecstasy.

When Richie moved away, Jon carefully extricated himself from behind Steph and gently turned her onto her stomach. She knew instinctively that he wanted her on all fours, and she shakily rose to her knees and spread them wide, anxious for what was coming next. Jon and Richie exchanged places, Jon taking up position behind Steph. He leaned over her, resting his chest on her back. He kissed the nape of her neck and reached around to pull at her nipples while his cock gathered strength once again.

Richie stood in front of Steph and unfastened his pants, sliding them down and off his hips. They got stuck for a moment on the tip of his distended cock but quickly succumbed to gravity. Richie stepped out of them and knelt in front of Stephanie. Smiling, she took him into her mouth, urging him forward slowly until she had him half-swallowed down her throat. Richie’s eyes closed, and his head dropped back, and he gripped Stephanie’s shoulders while she ministered to him.

Jon slid his hot length into Stephanie from behind, and she instinctively leaned back to ground onto him, moaning at the sensation. Jon grabbed her hips and started moving excruciatingly slow, pulling almost fully out before sliding all the way back in. Stephanie drew back on Richie to take just his cockhead into her mouth, and wrapped a small hand around the length of him. Her fingers couldn’t touch, and she wondered if she would get the chance to feel this inside of her before the night was through.

Suddenly, Jon’s grip on Stephanie’s hips became firmer, and he began slamming his cock into her. Her entire body jerked with the force of his fucking and she cried out as he penetrated her deep and hard. She could see Richie’s thighs tensing and could feel his cock and balls tightening and knew he was about to cum. Jon’s hips and balls were slapping hard into Stephanie’s ass and she could hear the telltale signs that he was about to reach climax.

As Richie’s thick cum exploded against the back of her throat, Jon released at the same time, pulling her ass flush against his hips and groin, her pussy instinctively tightening around his contracting cock, milking him. As Richie slipped from her mouth, Stephanie collapsed exhausted on the blankets, Jon still inside her, his body resting on hers...their sweat mingling together as their combined juices collecting in a puddle underneath them.

Richie kissed Stephanie lightly on the mouth, got up, and went into his bedroom. Jon kissed the back of her neck and his hand brushed away the hair lying across the side of her face. Their eyes met, and Stephanie was drowning in the cerulean pools.

“How’d you like your birthday present so far?” Jon asked quietly in her ear, his breath making her shiver.

“Damn, Jon, this is... I can’t.... words just...” She was stammering and Jon laughed softly.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said. They heard the distant sound of a toilet flushing and a shower starting. Jon slowly crawled off of Stephanie, wincing when she held fast to his now flaccid cock and wouldn’t let go.

“Where are you going?” Stephanie asked.

“I’m going to clean up,” Jon answered. “And I’m not sharing a shower with Rich.” He winked and disappeared into his bedroom. “You decide where you want to get cleaned up,” Jon called out. “But know that I need a little while to get my stamina back up to full strength.”

Four

Stephanie rolled carefully onto her back. Her whole body was tingling like she’d been electrified. In a sense, she had. She couldn’t quite believe she’d had both of them making love to her. Though, she chuckled to herself, she had done a fair amount of the work herself.

Shrugging, Steph slowly got up and looked in the direction of Jon’s room. He had already cum twice, she reasoned it was Richie’s turn, and she figured she wasn’t going to get a whole lot of chances like this. She slowly went through his room to stand at the open bathroom door. The curtain was closed on the shower, but she could hear him singing softy while the water fell. She spied a bottle of mouthwash on the sink, and quickly rinsed the flavors of the two men from her mouth. Smiling, and a little nervous, she stood outside the shower.

“Rich?” she asked, tentatively.

Richie popped his head around the edge of the curtain, and Stephanie burst out laughing. He had suds in his hair, and it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. “What’s up, darlin’?”

Stephanie pulled the curtain a little more open and peeked inside. “You tell me,” she said saucily.

“Why don’t you come in and find out for yourself?”

Richie stood back and quickly rinsed his hair while Stephanie climbed into the shower behind him. He turned and pressed her up against the cool tile to kiss her, driving his tongue into her mouth, smiling at the minty taste of her breath. His hands tangled into her curls and he angled her head so he could deepen the kiss. Stephanie clung to his broad shoulders and gave as good as she got. Richie grinned and positioned Stephanie so he could wet her hair.

Richie massaged the thick lather into her hair, pressing his strong fingers into her scalp, and making her groan in appreciation. There was nothing more decadent than having your hair washed – unless it was having it washed by a stunning, naked rock star.

Richie then reached up and unhooked the showerhead, directing the spray of water at Steph’s hairline, rinsing the lather from her. Once the last of the soap was gone, he turned her, bracing her hands on the wall opposite, and switched the spray to a gentle mist, and ran the hot steamy water all over Steph’s body. He started at the nape of her neck, and blanketed her back with soft spray. He switched the showerhead to massage when he reached her lower back, and Stephanie growled happily as the water worked out some of the kinks she sported from having spent the better part of the last hour on the floor.

Turning the spray back to normal, he painted the globes of her ass and her thighs, moving slowly to make sure he got everything wet. Richie dropped the showerhead, and picked up the soap and a washcloth. Lathering the cloth liberally, he knelt at Stephanie’s feet, slowly rubbing up one leg and down the other. He started with her left ankle, and worked up her calf to tickle behind her knee and scrub her thigh. He just grazed the washcloth over her swollen lips, chuckling when she shivered. He continued his washing, going down her right thigh, knee, calf, and ankle. He reached around her legs to wash the fronts, again, stopping just shy of rubbing the washcloth against her clit, but grazing it lightly, and making her squirm.

Dropping the washcloth, Richie picked up the sprayer again, and rinsed the soap from Stephanie’s body. “There,” he said softly. “All clean.”

“Not all,” Stephanie answered. “You missed a spot, I think.”

“Oh, no!” Richie lamented. “That won’t do.” He was still kneeling behind her, and teasing her with the spray of water. “What’d I miss?”

“You know damned well what you missed,” Stephanie rasped.

“You’re right,” Richie said. “I do know. Stand up straight, darlin’ and turn around.”

Stephanie pushed away from the wall and turned to face Richie. He held the washcloth and soap in his hands, and was lathering again. He started with her neck, rubbing soft, lazy circles on her skin. He moved slowly down over her collarbone and circled each breast, avoiding the tender peaks. He moved to just below her nipples and washed her abdomen in circles, working his way down her body. The lower he traveled, the slower he moved and the tighter the circles became. Stephanie was panting now, and gripping Richie’s shoulders to keep from collapsing on the floor.

Smiling evilly, Richie knelt in front of Stephanie, and her stance widened. Richie carefully washed the little patch of pubic hair, letting the washcloth graze her throbbing clit. Stephanie moaned as the cloth abraded her over-sensitized nub. Taking pity on Stephanie, Richie began to slowly, deliberately, wash Stephanie’s pussy, sliding the cloth between her lips and up over her clit. Steph rocked her hips in time with Richie’s motions, increasing the pressure she felt. Her whole body was on fire, and she thought for sure she would burst. Richie sensed this and stopped.

“Wha?” Stephanie gurgled, before Richie shushed her.

“I’m done washing, darlin’,” he said, picking up the showerhead. “Time to rinse. Turn around like a good girl.”

Stephanie complied and braced herself once again against the shower wall. Richie used the light spray to rinse most of the suds from Stephanie’s chest and legs. But when he came to her core, he tsked. “Darlin’, the light spray won’t get all this soap out,” he said. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to set the spray a little bit harder.”

“Okay,” Stephanie whispered, barely holding on to her control.

She felt the hard pulse of the massager on her spine, and groaned as Richie swept the spray up and down her back. He moved the water down to her ass and lower still, to the bit that was still sudsy.

“Open wider, darlin’,” Richie said, and watched as Stephanie opened her legs wide for him, and arched slightly so her pussy was in full view. “That’s it,” he said. “Oh, there’s so much soap.” He slowly moved the water down until it was pulsing only on her core. “I hope I can get it all off.”

Richie positioned the sprayer so the water hit her full in the pussy, and no place else. Steph let out a gasp as the pulsing streams of water set a rhythm she couldn’t resist. She pushed her hips backwards a little, and felt Richie’s finger start to circle her clit. He switched the shower to slow massage, the hard, slow spurts of water hitting Stephanie’s swollen lips. Richie spread her wide, letting the water hit her inner walls, massaging her. Stephanie’s head started to thrash, and she pushed back against the water, feeling it filling her before Richie quickly took it away and hung it back on the holder, directing the pulse to Steph’s lower back.

She felt a gentle press on her clit, and could tell from where Richie’s hands were that it had to be his cock. Holding her breath, she waited a moment to see what he would do. She heard the shower curtain open a little, followed by the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper opening. He sheathed himself, and pushed into her slowly.

“God, Stephanie, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, pushing slowly against the resistance so as not to hurt her.

Stephanie shoved backwards, impaling herself on Richie. “Sweet hell,” she moaned as he filled and stretched her. He started moving slowly, but Stephanie was having none of that. She pushed back hard against him, slapping her thighs against his. Richie took the hint and started thrusting harder and faster, driving himself deep inside her. It was better than he’d ever imagined. She squeezed him hard with every thrust, and he finally abandoned her hips to grab her shoulders. A few more quick strokes and she was spasming around him, arms shaking as she struggled to hold up the wall. A few strokes after that, and Richie was exploding inside her, and he groaned her name.

Richie reached up and set the water back to a gentle spray and gently disengaged from Steph. He pulled her back against his chest, and started to rinse her with the water, when he heard Jon say, “I’ll do that.” Richie gently leaned Steph against the wall, kissed her once more for good measure, and left the shower, Jon taking his place. He pulled Stephanie in close to his chest, and gently washed her juices from her. “How was that, baby?” Jon asked. “Sounded like you enjoyed that.”

Stephanie had no words. All she could do was moan in coherently.

Jon chuckled. “I thought so. Feel up to another round?”

“With you? Absolutely. No offense to Rich, but I’ve been dying to fuck you properly since I got on the plane.”

Jon chuckled. “Baby, it’s your birthday...I’ll be doing the fucking, thank you very much.”

Five

Jon made quick work of rinsing Stephanie, and turned off the water. He stepped out on the mat, and grabbed two towels from the rack over the commode. He slung one low on his waist, the deep vee of his hipbones and the trail of fine brown hair leading under it made an amazingly erotic picture. Stephanie couldn’t wait to follow that hairway to heaven. He raised Stephanie’s arms up, and wrapped the second towel under her armpits, tucking the end in between her breasts. He took her hand and helped her step out of the tub.

He pulled Stephanie in for a deep kiss, tunneling his fingers into her thick curls. He stroked her tongue slowly, teasingly, while he ground his pelvis against hers. The friction of the towel on her already sensitized flesh was agonizingly tantalizing...but she wanted to feel his skin rubbing against her clit. She reached for his towel and he stopped her. “Uh uh, Steph baby,” Jon crooned in her ear.

“But it’s my birthday,” she whined. “And I wanna open my present.” She palmed him roughly through the towel and groaned at his hardness. Jon growled and tore her hand away from him. He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder and strode from the bathroom.

“What’d she do, bro?” Richie laughed from the bed where he was lounging, clad only in jogging shorts.

“She’s being a bad girl,” Jon answered, not breaking stride.

“Need help disciplining her?” Richie called to Jon’s retreating back.

“NO!” Jon and Steph shouted in unison. Richie’s cackle was cut off when Jon slammed the door to his room behind him.

Jon tossed Stephanie onto the bed, and she squeaked as she bounced hard. Jon wasted no time in climbing up after her and pinning her to the bed with his body. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand while the other tore the towel open. He let his gaze rake over her before meeting her eyes. Stephanie swallowed hard. Jon’s eyes were all pupil. It was a possessive and positively animal look that had her writhing beneath him.

He roughly grabbed one breast, kneading it, rolling and pinching the nipple while he suckled at the other. Steph mewled and struggled against Jon’s grasp, but only half-heartedly. Her eyes were closed, and her head thrashed from side to side as Jon continued his assault. He bit down gently on Stephanie’s nipple, and she cried out, the throbbing between her thighs becoming unbearable. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what,” Jon said, tearing his mouth away to grunt out the sentence before going back to his slow torture.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered.

Jon smiled around her breast. “You haven’t had enough?”

“No,” Stephanie rasped. “I haven’t had you. Not just you. I need you, please...” Her words trailed off as she felt the throbbing of her clit turn to a tingle that pulsed down her legs. “Oh God...” she groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Jon asked, knowing full well what was happening to Stephanie.

“You’re making me.... I’m... holy fuck...” She screamed loudly as the orgasm crashed into her. She struggled in earnest now, trying to free her hands so she could pull Jon’s head away from her breast. She couldn’t take the torture anymore. “No,” she moaned, trying to squirm away from him.

“Yes,” Jon insisted, only now switching to the other breast.

She screamed again as Jon latched on, and he just chuckled around her flesh as she thrashed beneath him. He slowly slid his free hand down her side and over her hip. Stephanie tried to squeeze her legs together, but Jon was lying between them. He slowly, oh so slowly grazed the edge of his fingertip across Stephanie’s quivering lips. She bowed from the bed with such force that Jon’s grip on her wrists was dislodged. She grabbed onto his head and pulled him roughly from her breast and to her mouth.

As Jon’s tongue dove into Stephanie’s mouth, two fingers penetrated her core. He pushed hard, past the clenching, resisting muscles until he felt them relax just a fraction. Then he started to move them. He slowly drew them out and slid them back, making sure his thumb pressed into her clit with every inward stroke. Stephanie’s whole body tensed while he pumped.

“There’s my girl,” Jon murmured as Stephanie squeezed his fingers tighter. “Let it go, baby...”

“Make me,” Stephanie rasped.

Chuckling, Jon slid down Steph’s body, tracing a long, wet line with his tongue. When he was settled between her thighs, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. When she felt his breath on her clit, moments before his warm tongue penetrated her, she whimpered. When he pressed his tongue all the way in and scraped his teeth against her clit, she screamed long and loud.

She tried to pull his head away, to draw him up her body so he’d finally fuck her, but he was having none of it. He grabbed her hands before they could fist in his hair, and held them tight while he continued scraping and licking at Stephanie’s core. Her entire body was humming with pleasure, and every nerve ending was tingling. Even her hair was electrified.

“Jon!” she gasped. “Please, I’m begging...”

“Just give me one more first, baby,” Jon said, blowing a stream of cool air onto Stephanie’s overheated center. He accented his demand with a slow lick up her slit.

“Oh, God,” Stephanie whimpered, her arms going limp at her side.

“There’s my girl,” Jon said again, spreading her lips so he could suck her clit into his mouth. He sucked hard and fast, and Stephanie’s back bowed so hard Jon thought she’d crack. Her legs stiffened and lifted a full three inches off the bed and her head bent back until it all but disappeared behind her. Suddenly, Stephanie relaxed, then pressed hard into the mattress, her entire body tense and pulsing. Eyes wide and mouth agape, she felt the orgasm approaching again. She actually wasn’t sure if this was a new one or the back end of the last one, but Jon wouldn’t fuck her until she came, so dammit, she was going to cum.

She tightened the muscles in her legs, and they spasmed as Stephanie tried to hasten the tingling up them and to her core. Jon felt what she was doing, and chuckled. He let go with an exaggerated suck. “That won’t work, baby. If you try to force it, I’ll just make you do it again.” He dove back in, sucking her clit noisily, and slid a finger into her, turning his hand so he could tickle the front wall of her passage. He moved his finger slightly and found THE spot, and Stephanie roared her approval as the pins and needles raced up her legs and began to gather in her womb. A split second before her orgasm hit, Jon stopped, pulled his towel off and positioned his cock at Steph’s opening.

“Look at me, baby,” Jon commanded.

With unfocused eyes, Stephanie met his gaze, and a silent scream escaped her lips as he pushed into her slowly. Inch by glorious inch he penetrated her, stopping every couple of seconds or so to lean down and kiss her lips or her nipple, or to bite at her neck. When he was fully seated in her, he jerked his hips; a quick out-and-in, and that slide of friction exploded the heat from her womb, sending licks of fire through her whole body.

Jon grunted at the force Stephanie’s muscles put on his cock, but pushed through it, sliding easier as her juices, damn, how did she have any left, coursed through her. She started to unclench a little, and Jon took the opportunity to change the angle, levering up on his knees. He took her ankles and raised them so they rested on his shoulders. He lifted her hips and held them firmly, pounding into her until he felt the tightening in his balls.

“Stephanie, baby,” He gritted out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, I love you, woman.”

“I love you too, Jonnnnnnn,” her voice trailed away as the darkness crept in. Her eyes rolled back far enough that she saw stars, and the last thing she remembered was the beautiful sound of Jon groaning as his own orgasm overtook him, and the feel of his seed exploding deep within her.

The Morning After

Stephanie woke when the sun streamed in through the window, slanting over the bed. Stephanie groaned and reached behind her, only to find a cold, empty spot in that big, brass bed. “Where are you, baby?” she called out softly. Hearing nothing, she groaned. Last night was just amazing: the single most stimulating, erotic, adventurous night of her entire life. She still couldn’t believe that Jon had done that for her. She blushed remembering all the things she did with them both; alone and separately. She couldn’t quite believe it wasn’t all just a wonderful dream.

Then she tried to move.

Muscles protesting, she stood and slowly made her way to the bathroom. The room had the slightly damp smell of having been recently used, and she smiled. Jon was already up. After a quick, hot shower, she dried off and pulled a comb through her curls. Fluffing them out, she pulled a thin silk robe off the back of the door and shrugged into it. No need to be shy around Rich now, she thought. There were absolutely no secrets from him now.

She opened the door to the common room, and stopped dead.

Sitting there side by side at the table, facing her, were Jon and Richie. A decadent seven-layer chocolate-frosted birthday cake sat between them, its candles flickering happily.

The men were wearing only towels. Well, towels and smiles. Wide, knowing smiles. Evil, seductive smiles. As if their naked chests weren’t evil and seductive enough.

“What is this?” Stephanie asked, grasping behind her, desperately looking for something to cling to.

“Baby, we didn’t get to sing ‘happy birthday’ to you last night, and you didn’t get your cake,” Jon said with a grin. He held up three forks and wagged his eyebrows.

“And,” Richie said, as the two men rose from the table gingerly, making sure not to knock their erections into the mahogany expanse. “Jon said this was a birthday weekend celebration.”

~*~ FIN ~*~