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9 30 p.m.
Eventually, you can move again and sit up, basically beaming now.
“There you are.” House smiles at you.
“You’re okay?” Wilson asks again, his hands timid but warm on your shoulders.
You nod get to your knees to first kiss House’ shoulder and chest, up to the stubbles of his beard, before you turn and look at Wilson.
He’s fully nude and now that you sat up, completely exposed to you.
You can tell that he’s nervous and somewhat ashamed, but before he can over himself up, you scoot towards him and run your hands over his body. Over the insides of his thighs, up his sides, and over his chest, your nails lightly digging into his pectorals.
It makes his dick harden again and you get even closer until you can slowly lean in. His eyes dart over your face and he holds his breath until you begin to kiss his neck, nibbling on the skin, and he lets it all out in a sigh.
“Can I touch you more?” You ask him softly, your voice ricocheting off his skin.
He gulps and nods: “Y-yes.”
As begin to gently stroke his dick, House positions himself behind you. His hands run over your back, and he leans over you to kiss up your spine until he reaches your neck, where he bites into your shoulder, leaving faint marks of his teeth.
It makes you gasp and shudder, your hand tightening around Wilson’s dick in response, which makes him groan and his head fall back.
“Do tell, Wilson,” House speaks up, voice rough and teasing, “when was the last time you felt a woman’s touch?”
His eyes shoot open, and he glares at House, but his voice has little bite to it when he replies: “Don’t talk like I didn’t make your wife wet.”
House only chuckles at the affront and puts his hands on your hips to adjust your posture until he can line himself up with you again.
You look at him over your shoulder, grinning and shaking in anticipation.
“Don’t talk,” House replies to Wilson while he slowly pushes into you from behind, “like you get to fuck her.”
You pout playfully between moans: “He doesn’t?”
House raises an eyebrow, making you yelp when he pushes all the way in and hits your cervix. “You want that?”
Despite the extremely distracting position your find yourself currently in, you reply earnestly: “Only if you’re okay with it.”
“I’ll think about it.” House tells you with a smirk while he tilts his hips back and forth to stretch you further.
You nod and then look back at James, who is watching your exchange attentively.
He looks like he is about to come apart at the seams and gives you puppy eyes as he pleads: “Please, touch me again.”
You oblige happily and wrap your hand around his dick again. It’s warm and leaking and you wet your lips before you bow down further and lick one long, hot stripe up the underside of his shaft.
“Christ!” He exclaims, hands fisting the sheets.
You do it again, and again, and a fourth time, before you lick over his balls, sucking on them, and eventually lift your head to take his dick into your mouth.
It makes James shudder and his hips buck up, meeting the bobbing of your head halfway.
At the same time, House keeps up the slow, maddening rhythm of pulling out just a bit before thrusting back in, more focused on stretching you, making you feel his girth rather than his length.
Your focus, while this is happening, keeps switching between what you’re doing with your mouth and what House is doing with his dick. It makes your head spin, and you moan around Wilson’s dick, sending vibrations through his body.
Which, in return, makes him whimper and bury his hand in your hair.
You put your hand on his and he starts to pull it back, misunderstanding your intention.
“Sorry-“ He starts to apologize but you shake your head, lips still sealed around his dick and guide his hand back into your hair, making him press down lightly.
“Are- are you sure?” He whisper-moans.
You let out a hum and focus on taking him further as he lets his hands’ weight push your head down his dick.
As soon as he hits the back of your throat, his fingers clasp your hair and he gasps, his head falling back.
“Oh god, oh god.” He mumbles.
You glance up at him, seeing his flushed cheeks and parted lips and his furrowed eyebrows as he meets your gaze through his eyelashes.
Just to provoke him a little, you flutter your eyes at him and purposefully choke on his dick.
But what you thought would just tease him a little, maybe make him shiver, sends James Wilson straight over the edge and he cums with a grunt and a string of curses.
You’re so surprised that you barely have time to swallow and resort to make a show of it instead. First, you suck him completely dry until he’s twitching and gasping and whimpering from the overstimulation, then you lift your head and stick your tongue out to show him his own release.
Wilson stares at you, mouth agape, chest heaving.
“Good god.” He mutters, eyes darting from your tongue to your eyes and back.
You grin and ostentatiously let it drip down your chin before you wipe it off.
House, meanwhile, has slowed down even more and now grabbed your tits from behind to press you up and against his chest.
He whispers into your ear: “Look at poor puppy Wilson. Probably hasn’t felt that good in years.”
You can barely form words for a response, though, as he now pushes into you from below and reaches around to rub your clit.
All that, by the way, on complete display for Wilson; since you’re kneeling right in front of him, still in between his legs.
“Tell her, Wilson.” House says, voice hoarse by now. “Tell her how good that felt.”
Wilson nods and finds your eyes again to tell you quietly but eagerly: “That was so, so good. Thank you, thank you.”
You smile at him, it’s a little smug but warm, nonetheless. “I barely got started…”
That makes his cheeks flush even more.
9 40 p.m.
“Baby, I have to cum.” House murmurs. You’re on top of him now, riding him slowly; hence, his plea to cum, to make you go faster and harder.
Before you can agree however, and maybe move with him, or thrust your hips down, he says: “But I want to try something.”
You’re curious and stop moving, making eye contact. House has a wicked glint in his eyes, and you shiver at the mere possibilities he could come up with.
“You wanted to fuck Wilson, didn’t you?” He asks.
“If that’s okay.” You say softly, also looking at Wilson. Who is lying next to you, holding one of your hands. He had to take a moment to come down and you decided to keep up the connection by holding his hand as he just lay there and stared at the ceiling. Now, still clasping your hand, he is propped up on his side and watches you ride House with attentive and dark eyes. He, also, is getting hard again.
“How about you fuck us both at the same time, hm? That’s what you want, don’t you? Greedy girl.” House says.
You gasp and bite your bottom lip but then nod in agreement.
“And I stretched you so nicely, didn’t I?” He goes on.
And it suddenly dawns on you what he’s getting at.
“House!” You look at him with wide eyes.
“Let’s try, hm?” He murmurs and begins to move you around to make you straddle him backwards.
“Try what?” Wilson asks. He sounds somewhere between deeply aroused and terrified.
House looks at Wilson: “You want to fuck my wife? You can. But we’ll do it together.”
“I- what?”
Your heart is beating in your throat, but your mind is blurry with lust and it gets you moving. You turn and face Wilson while you roll your hips to slip House back into you. You hear him groan behind you and he grabs your waist to hold you still.
Turned on beyond belief, you pull Wilson in to crawl onto you. You lean back to offer yourself up to him, spreading your legs further, House still inside of you.
“Oh god.” He mutters when he understands. “Oh god, are you sure?”
“I want to try.” You tell him. “Do you?”
“Fuck, yes I do.” He smiles and moves onto you.
At first, you don’t think there is even a chance this will work. Then you hiss as Wilson’s dick presses against your entrance too.
But then you tilt your hips and force yourself to relax, and his tip slips into your, indeed greedy, cunt.
It elicits a loud groan from all three of you.
“Oh fuck.” You gasp, eyes rolling back in your head.
“Christ!” Wilson calls out, carefully but steadily pushing further and further in.
House doesn’t say anything, he just claws into your sides and moans deeply.
You never felt anything like this.
You’ve been stretched widely before. House used his tongue, his fingers, his dick…but never…
Two dicks moving in and out of you in opposite directions, but the same rhythm.
The sounds are absolutely obscene. The visuals even more so.
Wilson and House are both inside of you, fucking you at the same time, feeling each other in you.
They go slow and steady, caging you in with their bodies, making you feel loved and full in a way you never quite have felt before.
It’s not more than what House gives you. Not better than sex with your husband alone. It’s simply
ecstasy.
Ecstasy that runs hot in your veins and burns you up from the inside. The heat rises from your core, up your stomach and chest, over your neck, and out in hot pants from your mouth.
“I’m going to cum. Fuck, I’m going to cum!” You barely finish the sentence before you start to convulse and shake.
Both men groan in unison as they feel you clench; and their hips stutter, barely able to work against the resistance of your spasming cunt.
10 15 p.m.
You’re all somewhat cleaned up. House and Wilson mostly focused on you, getting you wet towels and water. A shirt and fresh panties…anything you asked for they did happily before you now are all huddled together under the blankets.
House has you in his arms, leg around you possessively; but you’re facing Wilson, your back against House’ chest, and are holding both of Wilson’s hands, your head resting on his shoulder.
You lie there, all of you so deeply satisfied that you drift in and out of consciousness while holding each other close.
Eventually, Wilson chuckles and speaks up: “I really thought you were bluffing.”