The next day, the smell of something delicious woke me up early again. I could hear laughter and the clinking of pans from the kitchen. This time, as I padded in, it was Margaret, Jenny, and Benjamin all standing naked in the kitchen, cooking breakfast together. Their bodies moved in a harmonious dance, each knowing the others' rhythms as they whisked eggs, sizzled bacon, and toasted bread.
Margaret looked over, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, you're up," she said, her hand brushing against Benjamin's bare ass as she passed by. She gave his cock a quick stroke, and he jumped slightly, his eyes going wide before he grinned. Jenny giggled from her spot at the counter, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"What's the plan for today?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Margaret turned to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, George," she began, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket, "since we have the whole day to ourselves, I think it's only fair that we make sure everyone gets their fill." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling my ear. "You know, Jenny had quite the workout last night," she said, her hand trailing down to cup my now fully-erect cock. "But I feel like I was a bit... underfucked."
Her words sent a shiver of jealousy through me, but it was quickly drowned out by the thrill of knowing that I was about to watch the woman I had been lusting after claim another man's body.
Margaret's smile grew wider as she saw the reaction she had elicited, her hand still wrapped around my cock, stroking it with a firm grip. She knew she had pushed the right buttons in me, and the thrill of that power was clear in her eyes. The room was filled with an electric tension, the kind that comes from the anticipation of something truly taboo and deliciously wicked.
With a dramatic flair, she announced that breakfast was ready. But before we could move, she reached over to Benjamin and took the towel he had been using to dry off. With a wicked smile, she draped it over his erect cock, using it as a hook. "There, many uses for this nice tool," she said, patting his thigh. "Now, let's all sit down and have something to eat. I am starving."
The meal was a decadent affair—eggs benedict, smoked salmon, avocado toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice, all laid out on a table adorned with fine china and gleaming silverware. The aroma was heavenly, but it was the sight of Margaret, Jenny, and Benjamin—still naked and glowing from our escapades—that truly set the tone. We sat down, our bodies close together, the warmth of the room a stark contrast to the coolness of the morning outside.
After we had finished eating, Margaret stood up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think it's about time we clean up, don't you?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, her other hand landing on the small of Jenny's back. Benjamin followed close behind, his own hand finding its way to Jenny's hip.
The shower was indeed not large enough to fit us all, but that didn't stop Margaret from making it an erotic experience. She led Jenny into the steamy embrace, the water cascading down their bodies like a waterfall in a tropical paradise. I watched, entranced, as they began to soap each other up, their movements deliberate and sensual. Jenny's youthful exuberance was a stark contrast to Margaret's calculated grace, their hands gliding over each other's skin like skilled artists.
Margaret took the lead, her eyes never leaving mine as she began to clean Jenny's body with slow, deliberate strokes. She started at her neck, her fingers tracing a path down to her firm, perky breasts. Jenny's nipples hardened under her touch, the pink buds standing tall and proud. The soap bubbled around them, a visual representation of the passion that simmered between the two. They giggled and whispered to each other, their voices a sweet symphony of pleasure that filled the room.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as I watched them. The way Margaret's hands moved over Jenny's body was like a masterpiece of seduction, each touch calculated to elicit a moan or a gasp. They were lost in their own world, a world of water and desire, and I was merely a spectator, my cock growing hard once more as I watched the intimate dance unfold.
The steam from the shower had fogged the glass, creating a hazy veil that only enhanced the eroticism of the scene. The water cascaded over their skin, creating rivulets that traced the curves and valleys of their bodies. Margaret's hand slid down Jenny's stomach, her fingers disappearing between her legs, and Jenny's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream of pleasure escaping from her parted lips.
They were a vision of beauty, a tableau of desire that made my own cock throb with envy. I watched as Margaret's hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb occasionally grazing Jenny's clit, sending shockwaves through her body. The younger woman's hips bucked in response, her body begging for more as the water rained down on them like a warm embrace from a lover.
Then, in a sudden shift of power, Jenny took the soap and began to wash Margaret. She started at the top, her soapy hands gliding over Margaret's ample breasts with a gentle reverence. Her thumbs flicked over the nipples, sending a shiver down the older woman's spine. Margaret's eyes closed in pleasure, her head tilting back as Jenny's ministrations grew more focused, more demanding.
The water cascading down Margaret's body washed away the soap, revealing the fullness of her breasts, the rosy peaks of her nipples standing tall and proud. Jenny's hands moved lower, her soapy fingers tracing the curves of Margaret's waist before settling on her mature pussy. It was a sight to behold—the contrast between Jenny's youthful exuberance and Margaret's seasoned allure.
As they stepped out of the shower, their skin glistening with water and desire, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. I had always been a voyeur at heart, watching them from the shadows, and now they were inviting me into their intimate dance. Margaret caught my gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, George," she said, her voice a siren's call. "Don't just stand there—get in."
With a trembling hand, I stepped into the shower, the warm water enveloping me like a lover's embrace. Benjamin was already waiting, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he held out the soap. Before I could even take it, he began to lather up my back, his strong, soapy hands gliding over my skin with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
His touch was firm but gentle, a masterful blend of sensuality and dominance that sent shivers down my spine. As he moved to the front, I felt the heat of his body against mine, the tip of his cock pressing into my lower back. He took his time, his hands moving lower, cupping my ass before finally landing on my cock. It was already hard, a testament to the erotic spectacle I had just witnessed. He began to stroke me, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of my growing arousal.
And then, without warning, his other hand found its way to my back, his finger snaking down my crack. I gasped as he reached my hole, the anticipation building like a crescendo. His digit hovered for a moment, the heat of his hand radiating against my skin, before pushing in. The sensation was foreign, yet exhilarating, a strange mix of pleasure and pressure that made me feel more alive than ever before.
Margaret watched us with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with a dark excitement. She leaned over to Jenny and whispered something that made the young woman's eyes widen with surprise. Jenny giggled and then slipped away, her naked body moving with a grace that was both innocent and seductive. I couldn't help but admire her lithe form as she disappeared into the bedroom, the door closing behind her with a soft click.
The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with sexual tension as we awaited Jenny's return. Margaret stepped closer to me, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "You're going to love what I have in store for you." The promise in her voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my cock throb in Benjamin's grasp. The seconds stretched into an eternity, each one a delicious torture that made me crave whatever was to come next.
And then the door opened, and Jenny reappeared, her hands behind her back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She walked towards us with a sway in her hips that spoke of secrets and unspoken desires. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she handed something to Benjamin, her voice a soft purr that was barely audible over the sound of the water cascading around us. He took the item from her, and I watched in rapt fascination as he revealed it to be a shiny stainless steel buttplug, lubed up and ready to use as it seemed.
"With compliments from your mistress," Benjamin murmured, holding it up for me to see. His words were a caress against my skin, a promise of what was to come. "Just relax now," he instructed, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves as he positioned the plug at my entrance. I tensed, not quite ready for this new sensation, but the way Margaret's eyes bore into me, filled with lustful anticipation, made me want to please her.
The cool metal met my skin, sending a jolt of sensation through me as he began to push it in. It was a slow, deliberate motion, allowing my body to stretch and adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion. My breath hitched as the plug's tapered tip breached me, the sensation a strange mix of discomfort and excitement. His hand was firm, yet gentle, the perfect blend of pressure and patience as he coaxed me to accept this new form of pleasure.
With each inch that sank into me, the anticipation grew, my body tightening around the foreign object. But as the plug's widest part passed my ring, a wave of relief washed over me, quickly followed by a blooming warmth that spread through my groin. It was an odd, full feeling, one that made me aware of every twitch and pulse of my body in a way I had never experienced before.
Benjamin stepped back, giving me a moment to acclimate to the sensation. I could feel him watching me, his eyes raking over my body, taking in every reaction with a sense of satisfaction that only served to fuel my own desire. "Your turn," he said, gesturing for me to begin cleaning him.
I took the soap from the dish, my hands trembling slightly with excitement. The scent was musky and masculine, a stark contrast to the floral notes that had surrounded Margaret and Jenny's playfulness. I stepped closer to him, our bodies almost touching, and began to lather his chest. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips, the firmness of his flesh sending a thrill through me as I worked the suds into a thick lather.
His eyes never left mine as I moved downwards, my hands gliding over the contours of his abs, tracing the lines of his six-pack. When I reached his cock, he was already hard, the evidence of his own arousal from watching Margaret dominate me. I wrapped my hand around him, my grip tentative at first, then firmer as he groaned his approval. The soap made him slick, and I stroked him with a newfound confidence, enjoying the way he responded to my touch.
The urge grew stronger, a burning need that I could no longer ignore. I knelt before him, the water running down my face, mixing with the heat of my own desire. I leaned in, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt the smooth, hard length of him press against my cheek. His hand found the back of my head, guiding me closer, and I couldn't resist any longer. I parted my lips, tasting the saltiness of his skin, the tip of his cock nudging at the entrance to my mouth.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust, and asked, "Are you hungry?" His voice was low, a rumble that sent waves of excitement through me. I looked over to Margaret, seeking her approval. She nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips, her own desire clear in the way she watched us. That was all the encouragement I needed.
With the drops raining down on my face, I looked up to him and put both of his hands to the back of my head. His grip was firm, a silent declaration of his control over my body. I let mine fall to my back in a gesture of obedience, putting him in charge now. I felt a mix of nerves and excitement as I leaned in closer, my mouth open and eager.
The moment his cock touched my tongue, a shiver of pleasure ran through him, and his eyes closed briefly. He groaned, a sound that seemed to echo in the steamy bathroom. His grip tightened, and he pulled me onto him, his shaft sliding deep into my mouth. I struggled to cope with his size, feeling him fill me completely until the base of his cock hit the back of my throat.
For a moment, I panicked, my body unused to such a deep intrusion, but I focused on Margaret's smile of encouragement and took a deep breath. Benjamin's cock remained lodged in my throat, his grip on my head unyielding, but I managed to relax enough to avoid gagging. The feeling was intense, a delicate balance between pain and pleasure that was as exhilarating as it was intimidating.
He held me there for what felt like an eternity before pulling back slightly, allowing me to catch my breath. I took the opportunity to swirl my tongue around his tip, savoring the taste of him, the salty tang of his pre-cum making my mouth water. His eyes snapped open, and he groaned, his grip tightening once more as he pushed back into my mouth, filling me up again.
The rhythm grew, a dance of dominance and submission as he fucked my face, his hips thrusting in time with the beating of my heart. I could feel his arousal building, his cock growing thicker and harder with each stroke. I did my best to keep up, my eyes watering and my jaw aching, but the thrill of pleasing him was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough.
As I tried to readjust and relax my throat, I thought of the way I guzzle down a bottle of water on a hot summer day, my throat opening wide to accommodate the cool liquid. I applied the same principle to Benjamin's cock, willing my body to accept him. To my surprise, it began to work. His length slid further into my mouth, past the tight ring of muscles that had been my barrier, and into the wet cavern beyond. The feeling was odd, a strange mix of fullness and vulnerability that sent a thrill through me.
Benjamin noticed the change and took advantage, pushing deeper still, until his cock was buried in my throat. I could feel the pulse of his arousal, the throb of his blood, and the heat of his desire as I worked my mouth around him. The sounds of our breaths mingled with the steady patter of the shower, creating a rhythm that was both intimate and primal.
As he grew closer to climax, his strokes grew more urgent, his breathing more ragged. Looking up, I met his eyes, and in that moment, I knew he was nearing the edge. His gaze was intense, a silent communication of his impending release. My own arousal spiked, knowing that I was the one bringing him such pleasure.
With a final, deep thrust, he closed his eyes, and I felt the first hot spurt of his cum fill my mouth. He pulled out quickly, the force of his climax sending the last ropes of his seed arcing through the air to land on my face, a sticky, warm emblem of his satisfaction. I swallowed what was in my mouth, savoring the taste of him, feeling a sense of pride and submission all at once.
Before I could recover from the intensity of the moment, Margaret was there, her hands on my shoulders, her mouth claiming mine in a fiery kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting him on my lips, and I realized she was taking his place, eager to claim her share of the prize. She pulled me up to my feet, our bodies pressing together, her breasts crushing against my chest. The water rained down on us, mixing with our passion as she licked and sucked the remaining traces of his cum from my face.
"That was so hot," she murmured against my skin, her voice thick with desire. She took my hand, guiding it down her body until it found the heat between her legs. My fingers sank into the wetness of her pussy, the warmth and slickness telling me she had been just as affected by the scene as I had been. She was swamped with need, her juices coating my hand as I began to stroke her, feeling her quiver against me.
We broke the kiss, our breaths mingling in the steamy air. I watched as she leaned back against the shower wall, her legs shaking slightly. "We need to clean up," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. I nodded, unable to find words as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.
The three of us stepped out of the shower, the water now lukewarm as we had lost ourselves in the intensity of our desires. Grabbing towels, we dried off, the terry cloth a rough caress against our skin. I felt a thrill of excitement as I watched Margaret wrap herself in her robe, the fabric clinging to her curves like a lover's embrace.
We met again in the living room, our robes the only barrier to the nakedness we had shared mere moments ago. The space felt charged with an electric current of anticipation.
But the day had just begun.
