Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zrx4p/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer.

“We’re here,” Jason said.

With great reluctance they uncoiled from each other. Kate jammed her feet back into her pumps. Jason helped them out of the car, making sure they were steady on their feet. The air shimmered and crackled between them, a brewing thunderstorm of pure sex.

Closing the door of the car, Jason almost forgot to lock it before they set off for the elevator. He walked between them, supporting both of their frames across the parking lot. Their hands on him radiated heat. His erection made it difficult to walk in a straight line.

The elevator door rattled home with a weary clunk. Letting go of his friends, he hit the button for the third floor. With a start, the metal box ascended.

The second they were unsupported Mark and Kate crashed into each other, like an elastic band that had reached its limit and must snap back. They teetered for a moment, their balanced compromised as they groped each other. They tipped over and leaned against the wall, kissing fiercely, seemingly unaware they were no longer upright.

Jason licked his lips, not taking his eyes off them. The sexiness of their reckless abandon was contagious.

The elevator chugged its way to the third floor and, with a ding, pulled its doors back. Thankfully no one was waiting for it, so Jason was able to guide his lustful friends out and down the hall. The hotel’s accoutrements were designed to be as fancy as they were bland. Jason suspected that the paintings of landscapes and flowers that hung at regular intervals were replications that hung in the same spot on the same floor of every branch of this hotel. He didn’t even see them now.

They passed a wide mirror, and Jason noticed their reflection. In a wild moment of fancy he thought he saw their college selves staring back at him.

His door couldn’t read his key card fast enough. When the light above the handle finally blinked green he shoved the door open, Mark and Kate practically tumbling inside.

Kate had already mostly undone her husband’s tie, and now she finished the job. It slipped through her fingers, already an afterthought, as she immediately went to work on his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and attacking the buttons with a clumsy desperation.

Mark grabbed her by the back of her thighs, yanking her off her feet. Letting out a surprised whoop, Kate lost her grip on his buttons and kissed him, laughing through their pressed lips. Mark spun around and deposited her on the bed hard enough that she actually bounced once before setting down. Mark was on top of her in a flash.

Jason moved behind the couple and took hold of one of Kate’s upraised feet, sliding her heels off gently so as not to disrupt their embrace. He removed the other and tossed the pair over his shoulder.

Mark’s belt was still lying on the floor of the rental, so the only thing preventing the release of his near-painful erection was a button and a zipper, obstacles which were quickly overcome.

Jason helped himself to a small bottle of liquor from the mini fridge and sat in the corner chair, shifting it afford himself a better view. He snapped the cap off the bottle and took an absent swig, only dimly aware of the sweet burn.

Mark’s pants dropped to his ankles, their descent halted by his shoes. He swore and rolled over to sit on the bed beside her, trying to yank his shoes off as quickly as he could. His engorged cock threatened to burst straight through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

Kate didn’t waste a second. As her husband struggled with his footwear she sat up and yanked the front of his boxers down, practically getting slapped in the face as his member shot out. He gasped, his shoes forgotten, as she took hold of his stiff cock and ran her tongue up and down his shaft.

Jason took another swig, quietly rubbing himself through his pants with his free hand.

Mark made eye contact with his old friend as his wife pulled her mussed hair out of her face, stroking and licking him. It was a surreal moment, to the point where he wasn’t quite sure whether or not he was dreaming. Jason had a strange, faraway look in his eyes, and Mark noticed him rubbing his considerable hard-on. It was difficult to focus on anything through the pleasure of Kate’s mouth, but he pointedly directed his gaze down at Jason’s crotch. When he saw Jason take notice, Mark locked eyes with him again and nodded. Take it out.

Jason complied. Setting the tiny bottle down, he unzipped his pants.

Sensing the motion in the corner of her vision, Kate shifted, turning to look at Jason while still keeping her mouth full of her husband’s cock.

Jason reached into his pants and pulled his dick out, his hand running up and down its not inconsiderable length.

If she was being honest, she’d often wondered what Jason’s cock looked like; how it compared to Mark’s. She’d heard plenty from Chelsea, of course, but seeing it in person was something else.

Jason took his seat again, continuing to pleasure himself. His eyes fluttered.

Mark let out a groan. His best friend was masturbating to the sight of him getting blown by his wife. He’d never realized how much he needed this.

“That’s a good girl,” Mark said, petting her on the head. “Show Jason what you can do. Show him what a dirty girl you are.” Where had that come from? He didn’t talk like that.

She moaned in response.

Emboldened, Mark asked, “Would you like that? Would you like to show him what a slut you are?”

She pulled back, leaving his cock shiny with her saliva. She stroked him, her hand making a *shlicking* sound as it ran up and down his wet shaft. “Yes. Yes, I’d like that.”

Mark turned to his masturbating friend. “What about you, Jason? You wanna see how much of a slut Kate can be?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Jason nodded. Where had this Mark been hiding all these years?

Mark pushed down on her head, gently but firmly. Kate opened her mouth as wide as she could and took her husband all the way to the back of her throat, looking up at him as she engulfed his dick. She worked her way down the entirety of his shaft; her lips grazed his pelvis. She was practically gagging on his member.

Jason slowed his hand. This was almost too hot for him to handle. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. His breaths came in shallow bursts. He was already on teetering on the verge of release.

His hand still on Kate’s head, Mark gripped her raven locks and lifted her head up. His thick cock slid out of her mouth inch by inch. Her nostrils flared, pulling in as much air as she could as she tried not to choke. She gasped as it popped out, lines of saliva still trailing from her mouth to the tip of Mark’s dick. Tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes. She wanted more.

“That was very good,” Mark said, his voice a low, soothing whisper. “Do it again.”

Her lust robbing her of words, she simply nodded and let him push her head down once more, greedily taking him into her mouth.

Jason watched as his friend’s penis disappeared down his other friend’s throat; he saw her neck bulge as Mark’s member drove back ever deeper. He watched Kate’s toes curl.

Kate loved the expression she saw on her lover’s face. His pupils were dilated, burning with a hungry, wolf-like intensity. His mouth agape, practically slack jawed with the pleasure she gave him. The grip he had on her hair was bordering on painful, but she didn’t want him to let go. His dick completely filled her mouth, and she slid a hand underneath his half-unbuttoned shirt, running her fingers across his chest.

Her fingernails scraped his skin as she pulled back again, releasing his dick just before she began to gag and immediately attending to his slick shaft with her other hand.

Once she had refilled her lungs with enough oxygen to talk she said, “I want my clothes off. Now.”

Mark smiled. “You want Jason to help you? Want him to strip your clothes off?”

“Mhm,” was all she could say, her tongue already busy licking circle’s around his penis head.

“Would it turn you on for Jason to undress you?” Mark asked, savoring the feeling of her tongue. “Would it make you wet for him to take your clothes off in front of me?”

“Mhm,” she echoed, her head bobbing up and down on the upper half of his dick while her hand continued to pump at the base of his cock.

Harder than was strictly necessary, Mark yanked his wife up by her hair, standing off the bed and forcing her to do the same. A whimper that was some mixture of pain and pleasure escaped her lips, and he turned her around to face Jason, his lubricated cock pressing urgently into the small of her back.

Jason rose from the chair, as if in a trance, one hand still slowly jerking off himself off.

Kate licked her lips as Jason closed the small distance between them, his smoldering dark eyes bearing on her skin like warm coals.
He was in front of her, now, his twitching dick mere inches away from her as her husband’s pressed against her back. Her panties were so thoroughly soaked she thought it might dribble down her legs.

Jason’s eyes roamed up her body until they met hers and their gaze locked. Years of sexual tension flowed between them like a river about to spill over its banks. A fine sheen of sweat made both their foreheads shine—no air conditioner could cool the heat pouring off the three of them.

Jason’s gaze shifted from Kate’s to Mark’s, standing directly behind her. They’d gone farther than either imagined, but still they stood upon a threshold that once crossed could never be uncrossed. Mark answered the silent question with a solemn nod.

Kate felt a tug at the hem of her dress and she helped Jason peel it up, as the sweat had made the tight black fabric cling even closer to her curves. It rose agonizingly slowly, like a curtain. First, her black panties were revealed, stained even darker by her juices. Next her full, wide hips were on display. Then her taut stomach.

Mark put his hands on her waist as she and Jason continued to pull her dress up, his penis now rubbing against the bare flesh of her back. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, “How long have you wanted this?”

“So long,” she whimpered, realizing it was absolutely true.

Her dress lifted further, revealing her breasts, heaving with her quickened breathing, cupped in her lacey black bra. The lingerie had made her feel sexy—and best of all it actually fit her appropriately—but now it felt positively stifling, and she wanted it off. Soon.

Jason had lifted the dress to her collarbone, and Kate pulled it over her head, tossing it off to the side. There had been several memorable sexual experiences in her life—losing her virginity in high school to the awkward but well-meaning boy on her block, the first girl to lay her down on her dorm bed and show her exactly how to eat pussy, her stumbling and heedless first encounter with Mark, the drunken fun of her first threesome, the tender passion of their wedding night. They were unique and cherished in their own ways, but none had the sheer, unbridled eroticism of standing between Mark and Jason and feeling how horny she made them.

It was a turn on to be watched, but this had progressed beyond that. Each of these men wanted her, and she knew that each of them would have her.

Her husband’s hands traced her silhouette until they reached the clasp of her bra. Momentarily, Jason’s one hand left his cock and joined his other to grab her hips, his thumbs hooking into the bands of her underwear.

In spite of the heat her body shivered with anticipatory pleasure. Without thinking, her left hand gripped the short blond hair of Mark’s head and her right ran through Jason’s tousled dark locks.

She cocked her hips, helping Jason slide her soaked panties down her toned legs. His eyes dropped to her well-maintained line of pubic hair, following it down to her bare and dripping pussy. She pulled one leg through her panties and used the other to fling it off her ankle.

She arced her back, pressing her ample buttocks up into her husband’s still-slick member and giving him the opportunity to free the breasts that had been pushed into Jason’s face. Mark complied with a deft flick of his fingers. She made a soft, expectant mew at sudden release of pressure. Letting go of her hold on the men’s’ hair, she shrugged her shoulders forward, allowing the thin straps of her bra to fall off. Her bra dropped to the carpet, her swelling tits finally freed from their bondadge, her almost painfully erect nipples pointing directly at Jason.

That was enough to distract him from the oft-dreamed cornucopia between Kate’s legs. Her breasts had never been more than modest size, especially for a girl as athletic as Kate, but in stark defiance of nature they had held their shape and contour admirably against time and child. In his days Jason had seen bigger, and he’d seen perkier, but he’d never seen any as perfect as these. He cupped her breasts in his hands, exploring every inch of their weight and curves like he was blind.

Her rigid nipples were encircled by small, light areolae. His thumbs traced a slow circle around them. Kate sighed. Out of the corner of Jason’s eyes he saw Mark’s hands wrapped around her body, traveling south. Simultaneously, Jason flicked both of her nipples with his thumbs, and she jumped a little.

Mark’s fingers slid through the trimmed bush of her pubic mound and found her stiffened clit.

She closed her eyes, moaned, and leaned her head against her husband’s shoulder, as the two most attractive men in her life stimulated her achingly willing body with their confident hands.

Electric surges of pleasure radiated throughout her body, issuing not just from her engorged clit and sensitive nipples; it was the feeling of her husband’s cock pressed firmly between her ass, so close to the pussy his experienced fingers danced around; it was their breath on her skin, furnace-bellows hot; it was the way all of their breaths had synced up, as though they were becoming a single erotic being; it was the way her sweat beaded and rolled down her naked body, a stark reminder that she really was nude, pressed between the two of them; it was the thought, gliding just under the haze of sex and pleasant drunkenness that had enraptured her mind: *this is really happening*.

His right hand still rubbing her clit, Mark shifted to her side and moved his left hand behind her, moving down the thick, supple arc of her ass. “You like getting groped by two men at once?” he whispered in her ear.

She shuddered as his left hand rounded the lower half of her ass and continued on its trajectory between her legs. “Mmm. Fuck yes.”

Jason continued massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples. His cock practically bobbed up and down involuntarily with anticipation.
“Such a filthy slut,” Mark scolded, their closeness and arousal intensifying his voice. “Do you want to kiss him? You want to kiss another man with the taste of your husband’s dick still fresh in your mouth?”

Kate bite her full, red lips and nodded, fearing her voice would break.

Mark’s right hand began to rub faster as his left neared her sweet wetness. “Say it out loud.”

“I want to kiss him,” Kate said. Her voice was faint at first, but grew steadily stronger with each word. “I want to kiss you, Jason. I want to kiss you with the taste of Mark’s dick still fresh in my mouth.”

Jason grabbed her face and pulled her in, their kiss an explosion of nearly a decade’s worth of tension. Mark slid a finger into her waiting pussy.

Kate’s knees turned to jelly. She felt faint. She would have collapsed, unable to stand against the wave of pleasure that crashed over her, but the two men surrounding her wouldn’t let her fall. Their strong hands supported her, took control of her body when she lost it herself, and that made it all the hotter.

Jason’s kiss was different from Mark’s. It was fresher, rougher. Kissing Mark was like putting on an old favorite glove, comfortable and perfectly fitting. Kissing Mark was like returning home after an exhausting trip and crashing on the couch. But kissing Jason was like swimming into the ocean as far as you dared, dancing near the point of no return where the waves might claim you forever; there was the threat of being swept away, but that threat was what made it exciting, made it worth doing.

Mark’s hands worked in conjunction, working her clit and fingering her pussy while also making sure she didn’t collapse. It wasn’t easy, but he was completely oblivious of the exertion. The only thing he was aware of was his wife’s ecstasy. Through their ups and downs, through their successes and failures, they’d taken all their shared happiness and sadness and packed them down into a diamond-like foundation of flawless trust. There was no jealousy in the hotel room, only pure, raw eroticism.

Jason’s tongue moved over Kate’s, exploring the inside of her mouth as he’d explored her breasts, like he was researching and committing every inch, every detail, to memory. The kiss stretched on, Jason seemingly trading his need to breath for his need to kiss her. Finally their lips parted, their breathing ragged. “We are entirely over dressed,” he said.

“Jason helped you undress,” Mark said to his wife. “You should return the favor.”

Kate nodded, nearly hyperventilating from the stimulation of Mark’s hands.

With a quick yank, Jason loosened and undid his tie, pulling it through his collar and tossing it behind him. No longer supported by both men, Kate pitched forward, her hands pressed against Jason’s shirt. Mark continued to work his magic between her legs and she fumbled with Jason’s buttons, her hands shaking and her vision practically swimming. She was panting, giving voice to her pleasure in a staccato whine. Mark’s fingers went deep inside of her, curling up against the tight walls of her vagina. Her body trembled with his effort, making her tits shake hypnotically.

Untucking his shirt, Jason let Kate continue her attempted unbuttoning and removed his belt. His pants were already unzipped, through which his throbbing cock stood at full attention, so all he needed to do was unbutton them and pull them down. Stepping on his heels he forced his feet out of his shoes and kicked them away, not even paying attention to where they landed.

Mark pulled his slick left hand out of Kate’s pussy and slapped her ass. Kate yelped, losing her progress with Jason’s middle button. Still rubbing her clit, he waited until she’d regained enough composure to start again and he slapped her other ass cheek, eliciting another yelp. Mark smiled at the way her slowly reddening cheeks jiggled. He moved his right hand down, his pointer finger entering her vagina while his thumb continued flicking her clit. His left slapped her ass once more, the sharp contact of flesh on flesh deafening in a room otherwise occupied only by grunts and moans.

Through the distractions, Kate managed to unbutton Jason’s shirt. As he threw it off, she grabbed the band of his silk boxer briefs and tugged them down, Jason helping her to free his cock completely from the opening in the center.

He stood naked before her, his bronze mediterranean skin looking like a sculpture come to life.

Mark stepped back, his hands dripping, taking a second to admire Jason’s slim but athletic frame along with his wife. He’d seen Jason in the showers more than once, but never like this. He tore off the remainder of his clothes as Jason kissed his wife again.
Now that they were both naked, Jason’s kiss was more passionate than before, punctuated by the hard rod rubbing against her belly. His hands roamed freely, never staying on any one inch of her skin for more than a second. It was like he was too indecisive, moving over her so quickly it felt like there were two sets of hands on her body…and she realized that there was, for Mark had rejoined them.

She was spun around, and her husband caught her mouth. Jason’s hands alighted on her hips and he trailed kissed down her spine. Mark held her by the back of her head and squeezed her tits as Jason worked his way inexorably downward.

Her fingernails raked Mark’s back. He broke away from Kate’s lips, angling her head back to send kisses along her jaw, down her throat.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she murmured as Mark’s head moved to her chest and he took turns sucking on each of her nipples.

Jason was practically crouching, his lips nearing the small of her back. With a gentle tug he pulled her hips back towards him, kissing the red hand-prints Mark had left. Kate shivered.

Leaving his hands to work the breasts he was leaving behind, Mark continued his descent, kissing down the lines of her toned abs. As he neared the landing strip of hair that guided his mouth’s journey, his hands continued to follow his trail, running across the stomach which was flexing with Kate’s every gasping breath. His journey at its end, Mark used his fingers to spread the folds of her lower lips to reveal her swollen pink clitoris.

Then, with a coordination that couldn’t have been better planned, Mark’s tongue lapped at her clit as Jason’s tongue entered her from behind.

“*Fuck*!” Once again she could not stand under her own power. She put a hand atop each of their heads, gripping their hair tightly for support. “Oh Jesus, fuck yes.”

She might have said more, but her words, like her thoughts, were beginning to lose cohesion. Her voice slipped into a higher register, coming out more like a squeal than intelligent speech. The muscles in her legs began to tighten, and she stood almost on her tiptoes, causing both of the men between her legs to dutifully adjust their positioning to accommodate.

The men were on their knees, genuflecting at the the holiest altar they knew. Pressed between Kate’s thighs, they were practically hugging. Their chins kept hitting each other as their mouths worked, but they were unaware.

Jason doubted he’d ever tasted anything quite as sweet or as satisfying as Kate. Her juices overflowed, dribbling across his cheeks. He ate her out like a desert-stranded man finding an oasis.

Mark could sense his wife was nearing a climax and redoubled his efforts, his fingers again spreading her labia to give him better access.

Gale-force waves of pleasure swept away any coherent thought she might have had. Her head was thrown back, her once-coiffed hair now a thick and sweaty mess strewn about her face like tangled net, matted across her eyes and the curves of her cheeks. Her trembling lips formed a perfect O. If she’d recorded herself in that moment and listened to it later, she would’ve been shocked, scarcely believing the animalistic grunts that were escaping her mouth.

Her orgasm came suddenly and forcefully, like she’d been plugged into a socket. Her body convulsed, thighs vibrating as though she’d sat on a jackhammer. A choked scream tore its way from her throat, an intense exclamation heard by all the neighboring rooms. Her knees finally forwent any pretense of strength and gave out beneath her; she collapsed. The men, not ready for her abrupt crumbling, were buried in a sweaty, naked tangle.

It took a few seconds for Kate’s brain to come out of its orgasm-induced fog, but when she did she realized that she had fallen on top of Mark and Jason. It would have been impossible for any onlooker to understand where one of them ended and any other began. She tried to extricate herself from the mess of limbs, but she was too weak and shaky to stand up, so she simply rolled over unto the carpet, panting like she’d just finished a marathon.

Once his wife had rolled off of him, Mark was able to pull himself up against the bed, still amazed at everything that had happened. He saw Jason sit up, similarly dazed, his cheeks and chin glossy.

“H-holy…holy shit…” Kate stammered, staring up at the ceiling. Her chest heaved. “I don’t…I don’t know if…” The thought went unfinished.

Jason caught Mark’s eye as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. He smirked, half in mirth and half in awe. Mark couldn’t help but return the gesture, shaking his head slowly. Had that really just happened?

With a trembling hand, Kate brushed her hair out of her face. She propped herself up on her elbows, not entirely sure that she wouldn’t fall right back down. Aftershocks of pleasure bounded through her body. “Jesus shitting Christ,” she mumbled, profanity being the easiest thing her sex-addled brain could latch onto.

Both Mark and Jason watched, entranced, as beads of sweat slid down her neck and rode down the slope of her still heaving breasts, or settled in the valley between.

Eventually Kate became aware of their staring and looked at them. They were breathing hard too, though perhaps not as hard as she was. Mark’s stockier frame reclined against the bed, while Jason supported his lithe form on a single palm, his other arm casually draped in his lap. They were beautiful. Then she noticed that both of the men were still rock hard. In spite of the nearly-profound experience she’d just had, she could feel a hunger already reawakening deep within her belly. They weren’t done. Not yet.

 

To be concluded

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