“Can I lick your pussy, baby?”
“Y–Yes, Chance, yes.”
Her juices were already running slick from her pussy at all their attention, and her thighs fell open as he made more than a snack of her pussy while Clayton took the steaks out and put them on the grill.
Chance licked hungrily at her, driving her arousal through the roof with the erotic sounds of oral sex in their kitchen. He slid a finger into her pussy and stimulated her G-spot as he sucked on her throbbing clit and the flesh surrounding it. Her pussy felt swollen and needy, and she spread her thighs wider for him. He slid two fingers in her cunt and groaned quietly as her back arched and she started panting.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Come for me.”
He sucked her clit again, simultaneously stroking her G-spot, and her orgasm pulsed wildly through her. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, and she rode them unashamedly until she lay completely still on the counter. He lapped at her cunt, giving one final, gentle swipe on her clit before helping her to sit up. She felt limp as a rag doll and lay against his chest for a minute, just breathing as he stroked her back and murmured love words to her.
He helped her down from the counter when Clayton returned with the steaks and said, “They’re ready. Was your snack good?”
“Perfect,” Chance replied with a happy groan. His cock was hard as a rock from the looks of it, and Clayton’s was in a similar condition.
They made up their plates and sat at the table. Hot arousal stirred inside Lydia when she looked in their lustful eyes and knew the evening was just beginning.
Clayton beckoned her to sit on his lap at the table, and they fed her bites from her plate as she reclined in his arms. He parted her legs and alternated between stroking her nipples and fingering her throbbing pussy. At one point he focused his rough fingertip on her clit and very lightly stroked up and down. She curled her arm around his neck and held on to him.
A bolt of heat shot through her at his touch, and she moaned out loud as he persisted in the up-and-down motion. Pulses picked up speed in her swelling cunt, and she rocked with abandon on his lap as he brought her to orgasm with only one finger on her clit. He curled that finger into her cunt and stroked inside her as well as on her throbbing bud as she rode each pulsing wave. When he drew his hand back it was wet with her cream, which he licked from his fingers like it was dessert.
When she was able to speak, Lydia said, “Thank you, Clayton. You make me feel so…”
“What, Lydi?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Wild. Free. You both make me feel that way.”
Clayton kissed her and said, “I love you, Lydi. Making you feel good is what this weekend is all about.”
Chance said, “I love you, too, baby. You own me, heart and soul.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
With the meal finally over, Clayton helped her from his lap and said, “Know what I want you to do, Lydi?”
“What, cowboy?”
“I put the cushions out on the deck furniture. Pick one and lay down.”
She nodded as a tremendous thrill rushed through her. Slowly, she turned and opened the front door. The setting sun cast everything in a golden light, and warm air rushed over her, but she was too excited to notice the fading evening heat.
Stepping out barefoot on the deck, she walked down to the grouping of furniture and picked the widest of the lounge chairs. She lay down on it like Clayton had asked as they made their way out onto the deck and slowly walked toward her, still fully dressed.
Clayton carried a handled bag in his hand, and she was pleased to note that he had done a little shopping at Discretion, too. She appreciated very much that she was loved by two men comfortable enough with themselves to shop in a boutique like that.
Clayton placed the bag on a table out of her reach and then stood beside her. She looked up at him feeling such longing that her heart palpitated with it. His cock was extremely swollen inside his blue jeans, and she hoped that soon he’d take them off.
Chance stood on the other side of the lounge chair, and he was in a similar condition.
She sat up and said, “Can I?” as she feathered her fingertips along both Clayton’s and Chance’s hardened lengths simultaneously.
Clayton shook his head and said, “Not yet, Lydi. Right now I want you to scoot down and lay back. Bring the pillow with you, honey. We want you to be comfortable.”
Chance and Clayton guided her so that her ass was near the bottom edge of the chair. Her cunt was pulsing with excitement by the time Clayton knelt down between her legs and smiled devilishly at her.
Chance caught her attention when he knelt next to her and kissed her lips as he stroked callused fingertips over her breasts and then kissed them before he started teasing her nipples.