*To read about Day 1 of a very successful business trip week, click [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/RandomActsOfMuffDive/comments/9gqwdu/a_successful_business_trip_to_nova_36_f4m/)*
It had been brutal getting out of her bed and heading back home after that first night, but it seemed like the responsible and courteous thing to do at the time. The next day during work we both kept flirting. She had plans again, but was tentatively hoping to be done early enough that it would make sense for me to come by. We chatted as she went to dinner, and then to drinks, and then ultimately both made the responsible decision to get some sleep after staying up the whole night prior. While resigning ourselves to a night of rest, she casually asked me if I thought it would be fun to meet her for lunch and send her back to work flushed from a good quick fuck and orgasm. I told her I couldn’t think of anything I’d like to have for lunch more than her, and made the executive decision to work from home the next day so we could meet during the day.
Generally speaking, lunch break trysts qualify as quickies. Get in, get out, and keep an eye on the clock. Lucky for us, she had a pretty flexible hour, and I had nowhere I needed to be, so we got to take our time. She knew exactly what she wanted, and didn’t waste much time pulling me onto the bed and between her thighs. She somehow tasted even better than I remembered from the first time, and I gave her some unhurried attention. I would slowly drag the flat of my tongue from just below her lips straight through to her clit, giving it a light flick at the end, and then starting again from the bottom. I’d switch and suck her lips between mine, running the tip of my tongue along either side of them, then dipping down to taste as far inside of her as I could. Once she started squirming, I’d give her clit more focused attention, trapping it between my tongue and upper lip, sucking back and forth along it while pressing up gently, as she’d buck her hips up into my mouth, her hands gripping tightly in my hair. I loved that sensation, knowing she was enjoying herself, and frustrated each time I’d move away and let her calm down as I kept licking elsewhere, wanting to keep her wet without making her cum yet. When her fingernails started leaving marks down my wrists, I zeroed back in on her clit and slid my fingers inside her, curling them as my tongue blurred against her until she came, swearing loudly and shaking, flooding down my hand and wrist. I loved that she didn’t get too sensitive when she started to cum; it let me stay focused on her, increasing the pressure and forcing her to ride that wave longer and longer until she would finally come crashing back down.
I looked up at her, beard glistening, smiling while my fingers continued to tease her. She has a look she’ll give; equal parts hungry predator and impatient, as she dragged me up the bed, demanding I fuck her now. With a hard sell like that, I couldn’t turn her down, and soon had her ankles crossed behind the small of my back as we kissed, my hips grinding against hers while I would kiss down her neck and collarbone, shifting every so often to vary the angles and depths. When she came again, we both collapsed, enjoying the cool breeze in the room and the feeling of our well-fucked bodies lying against each other.
We talked idly of fantasies and things we wanted to try but hadn’t had the chance yet. She mentioned always wanting to be the center of a threesome, and I agreed, saying I liked the idea of sharing someone with another guy. We laughed together, and then the moment dragged…well, she did have other guys vying for her time after all. And there wasn’t anything stopping her from asking one of them to join us. I told her the thought of a threesome where I was getting help versus having to do twice the work was also appealing. And then, in a moment of boldness, she sent off a quick message, asking Beau #2 if he’d be up for drinks and a possible devil’s threeway that night. She had to get back to work, but we agreed to meet up after for dinner and, hopefully, drinks with a new friend. We kept messaging as the day dragged on and her message went read, but unanswered. He showed interest, but then went offline again. She was convinced he would flake at the last minute, but as we met back up in her hotel before dinner he accepted and asked where we should meet. We picked a bar with pool tables that we hoped would give us some cover and an activity to help us relax and get to know each other, and then spent the rest of our dinner trying not to talk exclusively about what we were both waiting for. Lucky for us, the food was good, and the first round of oysters and cocktails made for a good preamble to our trip to the next bar.
We beat him to to the bar, and were slightly mortified to discover the place was a ghost town. A handful of regulars at the bar and on one of the tables meant every conversation carried and the fluorescents seemed extra bright. She and I ordered a beer and waited, wondering if he would flake at the last minute or not, both of us more nervous than we thought we’d be.
When he walked in though, her face lit up and she flushed just a little bit. I let her walk ahead to greet him with a hug, and then he and I shook hands as we exchanged the first awkward greetings. It was clear to us that there was no subtlety here, and every one of the bar flies hanging around knew we were meeting up for a casual threesome, but we were all beyond caring at that point. We decided to play a game of pool, and wandered to the table trying to strike up a bit of banter. She walked between each of us, spending a bit of time next to him, then coming over next to me, as she and I tried to help him relax and get comfortable with us. She and I had hoped the three of us would find excuses to be in close proximity, but between the harsh lights and the complete lack of crowds and cover, we wrapped our game up and decided to head back to the hotel.
We beat him back to the hotel, and she instructed me to wait with him when he arrived in the lobby and wait for her to summon us back up to the room. I made myself comfortable and waited, crossing my fingers he wouldn’t get cold feet at the last minute, and was pleasantly surprised when he walked in the door. I waved him over and let him know we were waiting on her, and we made awkward small talk to pass the time. The usual stuff: baseball, aren’t you glad it turns out we don’t work together, agreeing not to be awkward if we inevitably run into each other in the wild in the future. Just as I was at the limits of my small talk reserves, my phone buzzed and I let him know we were being called on stage.
When we knocked on the door, I let him walk in first, reminding myself this time was about giving her a fantasy fulfillment, and not being too greedy since I’d be hanging out after he left and have plenty of time to get her to myself again. When I slid in behind him, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room. She’d taken her time to change into a sexy black lace number, a thick black ribbon tied around her waist, and I felt myself getting hard again immediately. I stopped to take off my watch and shoes while the two of them got acquainted as they kissed and he wrapped his long arms around her, grabbing her ass in both hands and lifting her up into him, which got a good giggle out of her. I walked up behind them, pressing myself against her and finding room for my hands on her hips, sweeping the hair away so I could kiss the back of her neck while the two of them made out, letting her feel me aroused behind her as we held her between us. I could hear her moan softly, enjoying the attention, but she was eager to lead us both to the bed, her in the middle and he and I staking out our respective sides for the night.
We each started running our hands along her body; he slid up to kiss her again, the two of them making out as I worked my hands across the fabric covering her breasts and hips. As good as she looked in the outfit, we were quick to unwrap her, and he and I had the same thought at once leaning down to take a nipple each into our mouths while she ran her hands through both of our hair, encouraging us while we tried to avoid banging our skulls together.
He had his hand between her legs, and I could hear how wet she was already as he explored her. I kept my hands to her hip and side, sometimes running one up to play with her hair and neck, occasionally moving to kiss her and let her see how turned on I was (and making sure she was having a good time and still feeling comfortable. Her eyes were bright and hungry, as she bit at her lip and writhed underneath our combined attention.
After a bit of time there, he moved up again to make out with her and I slid down between her legs, eager to take the first taste. She was dripping already, so I knew it would be easy to tease her, and started with firm, long licks with the flat of my tongue reaching from her ass to her clit and back, one hand slid under her to keep her against my mouth while I worked. I couldn’t see what they were up to, but from the sound of it he was keeping her mouth and tits well occupied while I did my best to bring her as close to orgasm as possible without letting her finish. I could feel her frustration building, and her hand started to twitch with the built-up energy. After a few different near-peaks, I stopped, sliding back up alongside her grinning at the look in her face like she didn’t know whether she wanted to slap me or fuck me.
I made the decision for her, pulling her onto her hands and knees with her ass point up towards me. I rotated her slightly, pointing her towards him and told her to not be rude and get to work. I went slow at first, letting her take him in her mouth and find a rhythm between my thrusting behind her and her bobbing up and down, his hand holding her hair back so he could watch. The angle was slightly awkward for her, but she made it work as we sawed in and out of her from opposite ends. As much as I wanted to let loose and ravage her, though, I slowed and pulled back, encouraging her to give him some more attention.
He took his own turn between her legs, and I watched her grab his hair and ride his face, impatient to cum for her first time that evening. I slid a hand behind her head, tilting her face towards mine and could see was on cloud nine. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, telling her how sexy she looked, and kissed her deeply while she came on his face.
We rotated back and forth for a while, taking turns with her riding one of us, then the other. It was difficult to find easy ways for the three of us to act in concert, and I was happy to give him a bit of space to wrap her up and take time to enjoy her on his own. After riding him for a while, and letting him fold her legs back to slam deep inside her, she found herself on her hands and knees again this time pointed my way. I shifted down to make it easier to slide my cock between her lips while he worked at her, as she was pretty well occupied trying to keep herself up and in place.
Eventually we all casually fell into a pile of limbs, her sandwiched between us, and lazily running our hands over her. We cracked jokes, finally more or less relaxed as the three of us caught our respective breath, surprised at how the hours has already started to bleed away. She had a moment of inspiration, bouncing up to reach across me to the bedside table, and then stopping to press something into my hand with a wink. I felt the cool steel of her butt plug alongside the coconut oil, and grinned to myself as she shook her ass at me while she started to make out with him again. I took my time, massaging the oil into her skin so her ass started to glisten, occasionally running my fingers down between her cheeks to tease her ass. After a few minutes of hydrating her skin from hips to thighs, I rolled the plug in my hand to coat it as much as possible, and started to work it into her while she played with him at the foot of the bed. She pressed her ass back against me, eager as it popped in, and I spread out to get comfortable. I couldn’t quite tell when she had him in her mouth versus when the two of them were making out while she used her hands to tease him, as I was absorbed in playing with her, sliding my fingers slowly in and out of her slick pussy and pressing up to feel the plug inside her. I’d use my thumb against its base to stir it inside her, my fingers continuing to tease her, considering it a victcory every time she’d move her hips in response.
Eventually the plug came out, and she tried her best to subtly coax the two of us into taking her at the same time. Probably a bit too subtle, however, as he was happy to give her another round of solo time, and I leaned back to enjoy the look on her face while she enjoyed it. She slid back to ride me for a while, letting him take his own break, and I was more than happy to grip her hips and enjoy the look of her reveling in the sensations of the evening. It took a fair bit of effort to keep from cumming inside of her, but I didn’t want to occupy the field, so to speak, and turn him off from any further playing. I did my best to send him subliminal signals to sidle up behind her and take the place of her plug, so that we could fill both her holes at the same time. Sadly, my thoughts weren’t quite loud enough, so I just lost myself in the ride until she started to shudder and collapse against my chest.
At that point, we were all pretty well spent, and I removed the plug and set it aside as we relaxed. We were all clearly near the end of our collective stamina, and at this point it was mostly quiet whispers and gentle kissing and caressing of whatever piece of her was available at the moment. I found myself with a second wind, eager for another round but also not wanting to move, instead taking advantage of the fact that she’d once again given me easy access to her beautiful ass.
I fell into the rhythm of the music she’d set playing, and slowly slid my fingers into her again, one covered in coconut oil and deep in her ass, another two in her pussy. I’d flex and stir them to the beat, never rushing, just enjoying the feel of her and the pleasurable noises I could hear from the far end of the bed. I don’t remember stopping, specifically, but we eventually hit his curfew as we disengaged and let him get dressed. I sat back again, letting her send him off on her own, toying with the idea of whether to try for another round once we were alone again or to just pass out on each other. Sleep won quickly, but not before she thanked me for an excellent evening, as we made plans to try that again soon…of course, with better coordination the next time around..
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