Sunday morning, I woke as Madeline tried to wriggle out of the bed without waking Marcus or me.
The three of us had fallen asleep, nude, side by side, without covers, Madeline in the middle.
“Shhh, go back to sleep,” she whispered. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”
I looked at Marcus. He was out cold, his mouth open. My body was stiff and elongated.
I needed to curl up, which was impossible in bed with two other adults. I decided to move to another bed. Madeline came to me there.
“I’m going to sleep here to allow more room for you both in the other bed,” I said. “I’m fine, just get some sleep.” She kissed me before heading back to bed.
I fell back to sleep. I awoke to voices in the next room.
“We have to wake him. It’s a rule.”
“You wake him, then. I want to fuck.”
“I can’t wake him. I’m a little indisposed, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Just shout. Like this: Jefferson! Jeff-er-son!”
I stumbled into the next room. “Good morning, baby,” Madeline smiled.
Her ankles were bound and held aloft by a restraint secured behind her neck. Marcus crouched at her bottom, his cock sheathed and hard near her pussy.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” he said. At that, he plunged his cock into her.
“Good morning, sugar,” I kissed her. “Thanks for remembering the rule.”
We had agreed that she wouldn’t have sex with Marcus without me present—not because I was jealous or possessive, but because he would surely tease me that anything I missed was the hottest sex ever.
That’s just his way. I had to be alert to avoid being ribbed.
“Of course, baby,” she said, as Marcus fucked her. “A rule’s a rule.”
“That’s right, dear,” I agreed, dropping my cock into her mouth.
After a morning of sex, I was willing to venture another outing into the city. I had a hankering for dim sum in Chinatown.
“Should I invite Mitzi to join us?” I asked.
Madeline agreed, a little hesitant. I understood why: the three of us were in a place of our own creation. Would the addition of another person upset the balance we had found?
I decided to risk it. Mitzi was keen to meet the two of them, and besides, she had left her favorite barrette at my place. She was bereft without her barrette. I needed to return it.
Mitzi agreed to meet us for dim sum.
We had the devil’s time getting to the restaurant. The F train was running on alternate tracks, unbeknownst to us, so we overshot Chinatown, finding ourselves in Brooklyn. A few subway corrections later, we bagged the trains in favor of a cab.
Mitzi smiled when she saw us. She knew what we had been up to.
We sat at a large table, Madeline and Marcus snuggling at one side, Mitzi and I at another. We talked and gorged ourselves, selecting a variety of delicacies from the passing carts. Turns out that Mitzi is something of a dim sum expert.
At one point, Mitzi leaned over and whispered in my ear. “They are really spectacular people,” she purred. “I want to come over and have sex too.”
“Then let’s make that happen,” I said.
After lunch—Marcus’s treat again!—we headed over to Toys in Babeland. My silver bullet was busted, and we needed a replacement.
I darted ahead with Mitzi as we navigated the crowds on Canal Street. Madeline lagged a bit, her lower extremities sore from so much exertion. She glowed as Marcus walked with his arms around her waist.
As we toured the shop, I found myself with each of my friends at different times, looking at the various sex toys. We kissed and fondled as we stood there. We were all alive to the sex in air.
When I had a moment alone with Marcus, I asked if he would mind if Mitzi joined us. He agreed. I asked Madeline, who also thought that would be fine. I told Mitzi the good news.
If this was going to be a late night—as seemed likely—she needed to make a sidetrip home to walk her dog. She offered to meet us later at my place. “Don’t get started without me!” she pleaded.
We made our purchases and ran a few other errands. We hailed a cab for the ride home, having had enough of subway adventures for one day.
As we settled into the cab, I looked at Marcus and Madeline. “Damn, you two are hot,” I said. I couldn’t seem to get over that.
“The three of us are so hot together,” Madeline agreed.
By this point in the weekend, our vocabularies were becoming increasingly diminished, as if all the blood had rushed to our libidos, leaving our intellects pale and shivering. “Hot” had become a favored catch-all adjective, occasionally modified to “so hot” for added emphasis.
Marcus returned calls to clients as we rode home in heavy traffic. I was hard in anticipation of returning to our naked bedroom. Madeline massaged my erection through my jeans.
Not missing a beat in his phone conversation, Marcus pulled out his cock. Madeline jerked him as well, leaning into my ear to mimic his well-rehearsed spiel.
Needless to say, we got started without Mitzi.
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