Four:
Jason came downstairs, adjusting his tie. He was dressed, per Emily's request, in his Sunday best. She wouldn't say why, but he had a pretty good idea what was up, considering it was his birthday. That, and she'd been acting like she had a secret for some time now.
He would have been happy to indulge her even if it hadn't been his birthday. It had been some time since she had truly asked anything of him since that fateful night in September. He had to admit that things had gone much smoother since the evening she'd interrupted his kata and asked him to be patient with her. And it had done his heart good to find Emily chatting with Tommy with the ease of old that afternoon his best bud had the cook out. He'd never properly thanked Tommy for getting his wife to open up a little and tell him about her friend from high school. He was relieved that Em's reticence stemmed more from a bad experience than from deep-seated repugnance.
Although nothing had been truly resolved, Jason had made himself try not to discuss the issue of him and Tommy with his wife. He didn't want her to feel as if he was pressuring her. However, while that had bought him peace at home, it had done nothing to quell his desire to be with Tommy. If anything, the need was sharper than before.
Tommy wasn't kidding when he said frustrated desires just grown stronger.
How in the world had his best friend managed not to act on his feelings for him for son long? There were days when he couldn't even be around Tommy for the overpowering need of even the smallest measure of physical contact which was very disquieting. He'd never dreamed he would want another person like this, least of all another man, and if it was this bad for him, how much worse was it for Tommy?
About midway down the stairs, Jason stopped and stared. Emily stood waiting for him at the foot of the staircase. A rush of love and desire swept through him as he drank in the sight of her smiling up at him. How could he want another lover when he was married to such an incredible woman?
She was wearing the red evening gown that had been her bridesmaid dress for her cousin's wedding. The frills and frou-frou had been removed, leaving it sleek and sexy. The fabric clung to her every curve, and now the altered sheath boasted a long slit, revealing the line of her leg up to her thigh. The vibrant color had always flattered her; at the time she had purchased the gown, he had privately referred to the hue as Red Ranger Red.
Her golden ringlets were swept up in a sophisticated coiffure, and her best jewelry simple pieces left to her by her grandmother adorned her ears, neck and wrist. Yet, even more than all the trappings, there was a glow to her that enhanced her beauty immeasurably. He recalled seeing that radiance last on their wedding day.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," she greeted him.
"You look incredible," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He bounded down the last few steps and swept her into his arms, devouring her with a heated kiss. "Mmm... it's a shame we're going out. I'd much rather carry you back upstairs and have you for dinner."
Emily giggled as she slipped from the embrace. "Who said anything about going out?"
Jason regarded her in puzzlement as she took his arm and led him into the dining room. The sight that greeted him was astonishing. The room was aglow with candle light. A bottle of champaign on ice rested in a bucket beside the table, which was decked out in their best linen and china a romantic dinner for two. Automatically, he guided his wife to her chair and helped her into it.
"Will you pour?" she requested, nodding to the bubbly.
As a rule, neither of them drank alcohol, though sometimes Emily enjoyed a wine cooler, and they kept a little on hand for guests. However, for special occasions, he'd been known to imbibe moderately. As he popped the cork, he wondered if this was Emily's way of saying that this birthday was going to be special. Her toast seemed to indicate that something was up.
"To a memorable night," she murmured, touching her glass to his with a secretive smile.
~*~
"Em, you've outdone yourself," Jason sighed as he folded his napkin and eased his chair back. The meal had been fabulous, but he scarcely recalled what he'd just eaten. He'd been totally absorbed by his beautiful wife and the sultry looks she'd been giving him over her glass throughout dinner. His blood was heated to a low boil. God, he couldn't wait to take her to bed!
"Kim helped me put dinner together and get everything ready," Emily confessed. "At first, I'd thought about taking you out, but she convinced me that this was much more romantic... and that it'd be best if I didn't give you your present in public."
"Oh?" he queried, his curiosity definitely piqued at that.
"So, did you save some room for dessert?" she asked nonchalantly, changing the subject as if she hadn't noticed the eager twinkle in his eyes.
"Dessert?" he repeated dumbly.
"What's a birthday without cake?"
As she spoke, the door to the kitchen opened, and Kim and Tommy emerged, bearing a cake festooned with blazing candles.
For a brief instant, Jason was a touch miffed at the intrusion; there went his plans for whisking Emily upstairs, but as she joined in the chorus of "Happy Birthday," he contented himself with the fact that she had planned the party, so she must have wanted their friends here for a reason. Also, there was still her intriguing present to come. So, obliging the trio, he made a wish and blew out the candles.
"At least you're not old enough to set off the smoke detectors," Tommy teased as he and Kim cleared the dishes and Emily set out the dessert plates.
Jason just realized that the couple was also decked out in formal attire. Kim was wearing a black cocktail dress scooped low at the neckline and high at the thighs. She and Emily must have had their hair done at the same salon. Tommy was all in white, but wore no tie. His shirt was opened at the collar. His long hair was free and loose about his shoulders, and the whiteness of his clothes seemed to bring out the darkness of his tan, his hair and his eyes. Jason was suddenly reminded of his pre-dinner longings, and he nearly moaned aloud.
Yet, no one seemed to notice in the whirl of merriment that he was staring at his best friend, for which he was grateful. And it was harder than he'd ever admit to tear his eyes away and return them to Emily.
Somehow while he'd been preoccupied, the table had been completely cleared and two more chairs had been brought in. Everyone was seated and looking at him expectantly.
"Are you going to cut the cake?" Emily asked.
Shaking off his distraction, he scooped up a fingerful of frosting and playfully deposited it on the tip of her nose.
"I learned that from Tommy's dad," he replied with a chuckle. Then he leaned over and kissed away the creamy confection.
"I hope you didn't learn that from Mr. Oliver," Emily joked, sparking laughter all around.
Jason served the cake, and Emily poured their guests some champaign. Both were consumed amid laughter and animated conversation.
"If you tell me there's any more to eat, I'll probably burst," the birthday boy sighed, as he finished up the last crumb.
"No more food," Emily promised him, though she topped of his glass with a bit more of the bubbly. Both Tommy and Kimberly declined refills.
"So, is it present time yet?" Jason asked with little-boy hopeful eagerness.
"As soon as we take the dishes into the kitchen," Kim informed him, and she and Emily quickly gathered up the remainder of the plates and made their exit.
"I hate waiting," Jason grumbled with mock petulance. Then he eyed Tommy speculatively. "Do you know what Emily got me?"
"Oh, no you don't," Tommy protested, holding up his hands as if to ward his friend off. "I just got back into your wife's good graces; I'm not about to piss her off now."
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the women were stacking up the last of the dinnerware on the counter.
"We can finish these later," Emily said, her words coming out in a nervous rush, and the way she flitted about the kitchen... she just couldn't seem to stand still.
"Are you sure about this?" Kim asked her for the umpteenth time that day. "There's still time to change your mind."
"I'm positive," Emily replied, sounding more confident than she felt.
"Then shall we?"
And the two made their way back to the dining room.
"Okay, Jason, time to close your eyes," Kim called out, announcing their return.
"Do I have to?" he whined playfully.
"You don't want to spoil the surprise, do you?" Tommy goaded him, receiving a scowl for his efforts.
"Please, hon?" Emily requested.
"All right," Jason agreed, playing along. He covered his eyes with his hands. "Satisfied?"'
But he hadn't promised not to peek. Through the cracks between his fingers, he saw Tommy remove something from inside his sport coat. The fink had it all the time! Tommy handed it off to Kimberly, who relayed it to Emily. At last, it was set before him.
"You can uncover your eyes now," his wife instructed.
He glanced down and saw a plain white envelope. It didn't even have his name on it.
"All this fuss over a birthday card?" he questioned in disbelief.
"Just open it," Kim grumbled in exasperation.
He flashed her a provoking grin, then he cast a glance towards his spouse to see if he could pick up any clues as to what the envelope contained. He was startled to see how anxious she appeared. Perplexed and intrigued, he tore the paper open.
Inside was a single sheet of paper a homemade gift certificate of sorts. Jason's eyes went wide and his mouth hung open as he read it over:
Jason looked from the card to his wife in total amazement.
"Do you like it?" Emily asked hopefully.
"I...." He was speechless.
As he struggled to find something to say, Emily gave Kimberly a nod, and the Olivers silently slipped from the room, giving their friends the privacy this conversation warranted.
"Em...?" was all Jason managed to croak out. "How...? Why...? What...?"
"What... as in what made me decide this was all right?" she prompted.
"Yeah."
"The realization that Jen had tried to make me into someone I wasn't by asking me to deny a part of myself," she explained. "If I'd have denied you the chance to be with Tommy, I'd have been doing the same thing to you. Knowing how that feels, I just couldn't do that to you."
"Are you certain... really sure?" he gulped out, hardly daring to believe that she was willing to grant his fondest fantasy.
"I trust you... and I trust Tommy," she said. A wry grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Plus, I'm reasonably sure that you aren't going to be lovers on a full-time basis and move in with each other and what not. Tommy will go home to Kim, and you'll come home to me."
"Always," he assured her, reaching for her hand. Standing, he drew her into his arms. "I don't know what to say, but... I love you."
In the kitchen, Kim silently closed the door as the couple kissed.
"Everything okay?" Tommy asked. He'd chided his wife for peeking, but his scolding had fallen on deaf ears.
"I think so," she confirmed with a smile.
"So, do you really thing you'll be needing that tonight?" He nodded at the overnight bag in the corner.
"Of course. Jason was practically drooling all over himself when you first came in the room," she replied. "Considering how frustrated he's been since admitting he wanted to sleep with you again...."
"Oh, I don't know... he was looking like he'd rather have had Emily for dessert than birthday cake," Tommy pointed out.
"Trust me," Kim asserted with a smile, knowing that Emily intended that their husbands should make this a never-to-be-forgotten birthday.
"Do you honestly think Emily will want to be here when Jason and I....?"
"She'd be more nervous is she was elsewhere," Kimberly answered. "She and I are going to camp out in the guest room."
"You mean we get to have the bedroom all to ourselves?" Tommy queried cheekily.
"Or the living room or the kitchen... whatever room you want," she confirmed with an impish grin.
"By the way, I haven't thanked you for agreeing to all this," he said sincerely as he drew her into a hug. "This really means a lot to me."
"I know," she murmured, savoring the feel of her husband's arms about her. It'd be a lonely night without him sharing the bed with her. Then, she lightened the mood with her next query. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't? After all, you've already slept with him."
"But not since we've been married."
"Tommy, you're not cheating on me. If you don't stop thinking like that, you won't have any fun tonight."
"Sure I would; it'd just be with a different partner."
"Oh you...." she rumbled playfully, cuddling closer.
"I still think you guys should have let me jump out of a cake wearing nothing but a bow...."
Kimberly silenced him with a kiss.
"So...." Emily began when Jason allowed her up for air. It had been a kiss to seriously make her change her mind about her intentions for the night.
"So?"
"Have you given any thought to when you'd like to redeem your present?"
Actually, he had. He would love to drag Tommy upstairs right now, but he couldn't, not when he felt closer... more in love with his wife than ever before.
"There's no rush," he put her off.
"This from the man who's been wanting a finger up his behind practically every time we've made love for the last couple of months?" she snorted.
Jason had the grace to look sheepish at that.
"It's all right if you'd like tonight to be the night," she offered.
"I couldn't. Tonight's our night."
"We'll have plenty of nights. Besides, wasn't our toast to a memorable birthday?"
Jason eyed her speculatively. "You're pushing this awful hard for someone who could barely discuss this for the last month. You remind me of Kim, who was so eager for me and Tommy to finish what she interrupted that she literally shoved us into bed together."
"I just want to make it up to you for all I've put you through," she answered. "Besides, I know you want to. I saw the once over you gave Tommy." Which had been very revealing because she'd never seen Jason give another man the eye ever! "Of course, you probably couldn't help it since Tommy dressed up special for you. I can't fault your taste in men."
Jason couldn't believe his ears, and he couldn't resist the jibe, "So you noticed, too, huh?"
"The last time I saw him look this good was at our wedding."
"You really want me to get together with Tommy tonight, don't you?"
"Yes." She couldn't tell him that she was afraid she might change her mind if he waited, but she also had the suspicion that Jason had figured that out.
"Then I'd be a fool to refuse," he gave in. It was only then he realized that the two of them were alone. "Where'd they get to?"
"The kitchen, probably doing the dishes."
"Why don't you let Tommy and me clean up since you ladies did all the cooking."
"Nothing doing. It's your birthday and this is another present you'd better accept right now, because there aren't going to be too many times when I refuse help in the kitchen."
With his arm draped around Emily's waist, Jason led the way into the kitchen, where they found their friends locked in a steamy embrace.
"I thought you said they'd be doing dishes," Jason smirked, interrupting the pair.
"You two go make yourself scarce while we finish up in here," Kimberly ordered the men, echoing Emily's sentiments of a moment ago.
"Are you sure you don't want our help," Jason offered one last time. He did not want it said that he hadn't done all he could to do his part.
"Yes, now go," Emily commanded, hand on hip and pointing towards the door authoritatively. Kim looked just as determined.
"I don't know about you, but I'm getting while the getting's good," Tommy piped up. As he headed for the door, he had Jason in tow. The two men didn't stop until they were alone in the living room. The last time they had been together, things had just happened. It wasn't premeditated. They both knew what was going to happen now, but neither quite knew how to bring it about.
"Maybe we should let the girls drag us upstairs and shove us into bed," Tommy said, breaking the ice at last. He shared a grin with Jason over the old memory but then sobered. "Emily really is okay with this, isn't she? I mean, it was her idea, but...."
"She seemed to want this for me as much as Kim wanted it for you that first time," Jason answered, nervously unknotting his tie and pulling it off. He loosened his collar but it still seemed too warm.
"Well then... it's your party, bro. What's your pleasure?"
"How about this for starters?"
Jason knew that if he hesitated, he'd probably lose his nerve, so he swiftly pulled Tommy into a kiss. Almost instantly, his doubts faded. God, this felt so right as he wallowed in the taste, touch, even the scent of his best friend as their mouths devoured and tongues dueled.
Tommy wasn't holding back at all. He'd been wanting this moment for so very long. Even as his mouth was occupied, his hands were busy pushing aside Jason's sport coat and tugging at his shirt buttons. He couldn't wait to feel the warmth and strength of Jason's naked body against him, and he wanted to shout for joy as Jase began following his lead.
Jason couldn't believe how eager he was to feel Tommy pressed against him. While their lips were engaged, they succeeded in baring each other to the waist. If felt incredible! Jason pulled his soon-to-be-partner closer, filling his hands with the curve of his ass, driving Tommy's hardness more firmly into his own rock-solid erection. He moaned at the thrilling contact, his mouth breaking from Tommy's as he gasped out loud. Tommy took the opportunity to go for the jugular, licking and kissing Jason's responsive throat.
"Man, I could take you here and now," Tommy murmured between heated nibbles.
"I much prefer some place more comfortable like the bed," Jason gasped out. If Tommy kept this up, though, they would be doing it on the living room floor.
"I thought you'd never ask," the long-haired member of the pair said gleefully, and with an impish grin, he darted for the stairs, leaving his partner behind.
"Hey! No fair!" the birthday boy protested and gave chase, thundering up the stairs, right behind his best friend, no longer bothered by the fact that he was enjoying the view.
~*~
"The coast is clear," Kimberly called back as she emerged from the kitchen. She had snuck a peek when Emily wasn't paying attention to her, just to satisfy herself that all was going well. Of course, if Emily hadn't been so nervous, she'd have watched the whole show.
"I kind of figured that when I heard the herd of elephants thundering over our heads," Emily joked tightly. Both dining room and kitchen were cleaned. The dishes were all in the dishwasher, and the food was put away. There was no need for her and Kim to be sequestered any longer.
"I don't know about you, but I have got to get out of this dress and heels," Kim grumbled in complaint as she collected her overnight bag and kicked off her offending footwear. Her following sigh was one of genuine pleasure.
"Ahhhh, that's better!" As she gathered up her shoes, she gazed around the living room and frowned. "It figures," she snorted in disgust. "They just up and left their clothes all over the place. Well, if they think we're going to pick up after them, they've got another thing coming! They can take care of this when they're done."
Emily guiltily dropped the tie she had absently picked off the back of the couch.
"Do you really think it's all right to go upstairs now?" she wondered uncertainly.
"They won't even know we're around," Kim assured her. "They didn't know I was there the first time; why should this one be any different?"
"I suppose... after all, the master bedroom and the guestroom are on opposite ends of the hall," the anxious blonde murmured.
"Tell you what. Let's get changed, and if you feel like it, we can come back down and have coffee or crash on the couches or whatever."
"Okay."
~*~
Somewhere along the way, shoes and socks had been discarded. The two long-time friends could barely keep their hands to themselves long enough to get onto the bed. Now, they kneeled... kissing, touching, moaning with pleasure... and they still had their pants on!
But not for long.
Tommy was already seriously rubbing Jason's hefty bulge through the fabric of his trousers. Unable to contain his enthusiasm any longer, he went for the button and zipper, reaching in to free and fondle the heated length of Jason's rigid pole.
The friction felt wonderful, and it momentarily caused Jason to lose his place as he fumbled with the front of Tommy's pants; however, he somehow managed to fish out his friend's hard, slender rod, and Tommy sucked in a sharp breath as he began stroking him.
There was nothing diffident about Jason's caress, and Tommy's heart soared. "Man, if this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up!"
"Me, either," Jason echoed as his mouth trailed down Tommy's neck. Between nips and licks, he added, "Now I can do all the things I've been wanting to do since that first time."
"What did you have in mind?" Tommy stammered, shivering with delight as his companion's mouth found his tight little nipples.
"I thought I'd do to you what you did to me," Jason replied thickly. Tommy's fingers combed through his short-cropped hair, alternately trying to hold him in place and trying to urge him lower. "You know a blowjob, a hot, soul-searing kiss then I'd bury myself in your tight ass."
"Sounds great. When do we start?"
"How about now?"
With that, Jason dropped lower, drawing Tommy's hot rod into his mouth and swallowing until his nose was buried in the tight brown curls at the base.
"Ohhh maaannnn," Tommy moaned, his body trembling with delight as Jason's mouth lavishly caressed his straining shaft. A resonant moan echoed up from the depths of his chest, and his hips snapped forward eagerly. Jason took him without hesitation or reservation, and it was even more wonderful than Tommy recalled.
Around his mouthful, Jason smiled, delighting in Tommy's unrestrained responses. His friend and lover's musky scent filled his senses as he continued going down on him, and every whimper and moan spurred him on, reassuring him that his desire had not been misplaced. He thrilled to the snap of his partner's hips, feeding him more and more of his slender length. He lapped at the smooth, salty flesh with relish. This was what he wished he could have given Tommy their first time together his whole-hearted participation. He realized that this time would blow the other one away.
He began pushing Tommy's pants down his trim hips and tight ass. As soon as he was able, he filled his palm with his lover's heavy balls, rolling the tight nut about his fingers, driving Tommy absolutely crazy. His tongue quickly found the loose sac of ridged flesh, and he lapped at it as if it were a great delicacy.
Tommy felt a growl of impatience rumbling low in this throat. He wanted... needed to come so badly! Yet, the man was taking his time, slowly pumping his shaft, keeping the fires stoked without burning out of control.
"Emily must give awesome blowjobs," Tommy panted.
"She's incredible," Jason answered, giving his slightly numb lips a break. "But what makes you say that?"
"Who else would you have picked all of this up from?"
Who else, indeed?
Jason was all set to resume, when he suddenly stopped and released Tommy.
"Jase!" his best friend moaned in complaint.
"I need a better position."
In short order, Jason had stripped off his pants and underwear and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Tommy swiftly followed his lead, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Once Jason's mouth touched his feverish flesh again, Tommy fell back with a groan of ecstasy.
Jason slipped into a relentless rhythm. It was a close approximation of the one Emily normally used on him. He relaxed his jaw to better accommodate Tommy's swelling anatomy. With steady bobs of the head, he drove Tommy towards his climax. Already, the poor guy's body was pulled taut to the breaking point in anticipation of his orgasm. All he needed was a little pressure in the right place....
"J-Jase...." Tommy stammered, warning that release was imminent. Then came the ecstatic explosion, and he felt his spurt cock give up its load into Jason's still-pumping fist. He cried out with abandon as liquid fire poured through his veins.
~*~
As Kimberly removed her jewelry and shook down her hair, she noticed that Emily seemed to be very ill at ease. Initially, she wondered if Emily was uneasy about changing clothes in front of another woman. It was something Kim didn't give a second thought after a lifetime spent in gyms and locker rooms. She'd glanced up once to find Emily gazing distractedly in her general direction, and when Jason's wife realized she'd been noticed, she blushed furiously and looked away. However, the notion quickly passed as Kim rooted out the cause of her companion's anxiety. From time to time, she observed the blonde's dark eyes darting towards the door... and probably beyond to the master bedroom if they could.
Her heart went out to Emily. Her decision hadn't been an easy one to make, and second thoughts were only natural.
"Emily," she began as she crossed the room. She placed a hand on the woman's trembling shoulders. "All you have to do is say the word...."
"I know, but I don't want to stop them," Emily replied; however, she bit her lip nervously. "At least, I don't think I want them to."
Right now, she couldn't quite put into words what it was she truly wanted. She couldn't name all the emotions churning around inside her. All she knew was that she was feeling terribly lost.
"Curious?" Kim asked kindly. She well remembered her own feelings way back when. The confusion and fear were blatantly obvious on the other woman's face. However, admitting to the fascination and curiosity had been more difficulty.
"Maybe a little," was the grudging response.
"Wishing you could be in there doing what they're doing?"
Emily gave a start of surprise. "Doing what they're doing?"
"Being a part of their lovemaking," Kim elaborated. "Sharing what they're sharing. Taking part in that three-way with them was one of the most awesome, most erotic experiences of my life."
"I don't think I could... have sex with Tommy, that is," Emily demurred.
"Why not? Because of me? Tommy? Jason? Yourself?"
"I've never wanted a man other than Jason," was the answer.
"I never thought I'd want to have sex with anyone other than Tommy, either, but when the situation arose... it was like I got caught up in the current, but I wasn't afraid or nervous when it happened because I knew I could trust Jason just as I trusted Tommy." Kim pause, sighing longingly. "You don't really know what you're capable of until the heat of the moment. I thought I'd be too nervous, but having Tommy undress me ofr Jason made me hotter than I believed possible."
Emily still looked dubious, so Kim forged on. "If you could only see them together especially when they're unaware of it you'd see how beautiful and passionate they are together. That aroused me in way I never dreamed possible, and it made it easier for me to understand and accept them being together."
Again, Emily was taken aback. Kim had previously mentioned how hot their husbands had been together, but she had never seriously considered watching them. It didn't seem right, if they weren't aware that they were being watched. And yet, she couldn't deny that the notion appealed to her. Right now, all she could do was imagine... and it was too easy for her imagination to get carried away.
"We could always slip into the bathroom and peek through the connecting door," she heard herself saying before she'd truly made up her mind.
"Great!" Kim declared, anticipation gleaming in her eyes. She grabbed Emily's hand and dragged her along before the poor woman could change her mind.
Both wives were silent as they crept into the bathroom, not bothering with the light. Unerringly, Kim led the way to the connecting door. Gingerly, she tried the knob, and a smile of triumph lit up her face when she found it wasn't locked. She opened the door a bit and took a peek.
"Good. I don't think we've missed much," she whispered. Then she surrendered her vantage point to her companion.
Emily drew in a fortifying breath... and promptly forgot to take another one as she gazed on the erotic scene unfolding before her.
The bed was parallel to the doorway, so she had an unobstructed view of the tableau. Both men were gloriously naked. Tommy sat at the foot of the bed, and Jason knelt on the floor before him, her husband's head bobbing up and down, his best friend's phallus disappearing between his lips."
"Oh my God!" she gasped, forgetting herself. Kim quickly slipped a hand over her mouth, but her exclamation had been lost in Tommy's guttural moan as he came.
~*~
Jason crawled onto the bed next to his still-gasping partner. He was flushed with the satisfaction at having done such a good job which Tommy confirmed moments later.
"That was awesome."
Jason grinned as he idly traced the contours of Tommy's muscles, but he said nothing. He continued to stroke his long-haired lover's quivering frame then slowly worked his way up to cup Tommy's face. He smiled into those dark, emotion-ladened eyes then, as if in slow motion, he pressed his lips to his partner's.
No words were necessary. Each knew what the other was saying.
And so did their audience.
~*~
Emily's heart was pounding so strongly in her chest that she was afraid their husbands might heart it. She wasn't quite sure what she had expected, but it wasn't this. The way the two men melded together... Kimberly had been right; it was rather like watching her and Jason in a mirror except with Tommy in her place. How could anyone witness such profound emotion and not be moved by the beauty of it?
She watched as the pair writhed on the bed, bodies and tongues entwined in an embrace which had gone from tender to wildly passionate, and felt something stirring within. Arousal, yes, but yearning also. Yet she couldn't precisely say what she was yearning for.
"Emily?" Kim queried softly, seeing the emotions play across her friend's face in the faint light from the bedroom. "Are you all right?"
She nodded slowly, loath to tear her eyes away from what lay beyond the darkness. "Let's give them their privacy."
"Okay." But as they retreated from the bathroom, Kimberly couldn't help but be concerned about Jason's wife.
~*~
"I'll have to thank Emily for teaching you so well," Tommy panted as they came up for air at last. "You've definitely gotten better at this."
"Kim's done a lot to improve your technique, too," Jason shot back breathlessly. He rolled on top of his partner, pinning him. "You any better at giving blowjobs than you were last time?"
"I dunno. Want to find out?" Tommy asked with a cocky grin. "You never did get your turn on top back then."
In reply, Jason shifted so that he straddled Tommy's body, resting his legs on Tommy's shoulders. In turn, his best friend reached for his buttocks and pulled him closer until Jason's solid length bumped against his lips. Teasingly, the long-haired martial artist's tongue flashed out to flick at the generous cap.
"Well, your wife's taught you to be a tease, at any rate," Jason moaned at the tantalizing sensations.
"I bet I've managed to pick up a thing or two over the years." And with that, Tommy took him in deep, hollowing out his mouth, relaxing his throat and holding him in there.
Jason almost couldn't stand it. Tommy did nothing more than surround him with his mouth, and the feeling was so intense, he simply had to move. He had to feel that hot, wet friction. With a needy whimper, he urged his hips forward.
Tommy savored the sensation of his lover's shaft sliding effortlessly in and out of his mouth. Occasionally, he'd play his tongue across the hot flesh, but for the most part, he did nothing, biting back a smile as Jason became more and more urgent in his pistoning. However, when he noticed his companion's tempo growing more energetic, he back off; he wasn't quite ready for Jase to come yet.
A rumble of frustration lodged in Jason's throat as Tommy pulled away. He was so close! Almost immediately, however, he discovered that Tommy wasn't through playing with him. Those chocolate brown eyes locked onto his in an intensely sexy gaze, and his best friend then began licking his needy rod. Slowly... leisurely that deft pink muscle raked him from root to tip. It was exquisite. It was maddening, and when that knowing tongue lapped at the tender flesh of his full, heavy balls, Jason nearly died from the pure pleasure of it.
It was difficult to withhold his smile as Tommy watched Jason tremble and moan in ecstasy. He loved seeing his long-time friend lost in the throes of utter bliss, as much as he loved knowing that he was the source of that bliss. He took his time, drawing out the sensual euphoria as long as he could, but he was just as eager to have his partner climax as his partner was to do so. Yet, it would be worth the wait.
"T-Tommy...." Jason gritted out, every nerve ending strained to the breaking point with the sensual fire blazing in his veins. He had to come; he didn't think he could hold back the explosion any longer. Just when he thought he'd reached the point of no return, Tommy pulled away again, prolonging the delicious agony. He knelt above his lover, gasping for breath, his shuddering body damp with perspiration, trying to voice his anguished question: why the hell did you stop this time! However, Tommy said nothing, merely offering him a lusty smile.
Then, Jason felt movement, whisper soft, against his tightly clenched buttocks. Tommy's fingers were lightly stroking his taut flesh, soothing and exciting all at once. Jason was acutely aware that those long, strong fingers inexorably inched closer and closer to the hot cleft between his cheeks. Then, they were tickling down that groove, seeking and finding the puckered entrance to his deepest reaches. A fingertip played at that doorway, pressing to gain entrance but remaining teasingly on the outside.
"Please...." he panted. Glancing down into those velvety eyes dancing with mischief, he couldn't do anything other than moan. Then, he felt the petal softness of Tommy's full lips rest against the tip of his aching cock. He held his breath, waiting.
When at last it came, it was with the speed of a falcon diving after its prey. Nigh simultaneously, Tommy swallowed his dick and pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle. The dual stimulation sent Jason's senses reeling, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled his release into the depths of Tommy's mouth.
After climaxing so hard, Jason almost collapsed in a boneless heap; Tommy had to maneuver him into a more comfortable position. He held his trembling lover, caressing him soothingly until he recovered his senses. Jason, however, surprised him by engaging him in a long, deep kiss.
"Wow," the broad-shouldered martial artist gulped out when he was finished showing his appreciation.
"Glad you liked it, " Tommy answered with a quirky grin. "I guess reading all those sex books finally paid off."
Jason simply laughed. "I was about to ask if you were sure you hadn't had any lovers other than Kim since the last time for us." Then he ruefully glanced won their tightly pressed bodies. "Still, I kind of wish you wouldn't have gotten me off; I was looking forward to having a piece of your ass while I was still on top."
"I think I know a way to get you going again while you're still on top," Tommy said. Jason eyed him questioningly, but in stead of answering, Tommy reached towards the night stand but couldn't quite make it.
However, Jason could, and was rather surprised to find the bottle of lubricant and box of condoms.
"What'd you do?" he asked sardonically. "Stock the drawer when I wasn't home?"
"Actually, Emily did that," Tommy answered as he caught the foil packet tossed his way.
"Em...?" Jason sputtered in amazement.
"She may have asked Kim what we might need, though." Once his protection was in place, he began running a finger along the valley between his partner's smooth glutes. Jason sucked in a sharp breath. Next came the bracing, slick liquid. Tommy worked that in well with sure finger strokes.
"N-now what," Jason stuttered, thoroughly getting into the finger massage.
"Straddle my hips."
Jason did so, and Tommy's length slid along his slippery crack. Every time the head brushed against his nether opening, it was all he could do to keep from wriggling around on it until it found its way in. However, those movements told Tommy that his partner was more than ready.
"Okay... nice and easy, bro," Tommy coached as he held himself steady, and Jason backed on to him.
Both men were lost to the fire of the moment as their bodies were slowly merged together.
At last, Tommy pulsed within him, and Jason found himself sitting straight up over his lover's pelvis. His thighs burned with the strain of supporting himself even as his bottom burned with the exquisite fire of Tommy sheathed to the hilt inside him. The two were motionless for a moment, savoring their joining, but the lack of friction began to drive Jason to distraction. He simply had to move! Then, he realized that, though Tommy was doing the penetrating, he was the one in control. He grinned then raised up until only the head of Tommy's shaft remained in his tight embrace. He lowered himself almost too quickly and winced. Control was proving to be a double edged sword.
"My thighs are going to hate you for this," he muttered as he slowly got the hang of it.
"Maybe, but your ass is loving it," Tommy snickered. "Don't worry; when you're done, I'll kiss them and make them all better."
Jason snorted derisively then swiftly lost himself in the rhythm of his body in motion.
Tommy's fingers clutched at the rumpled comforter as his body quickened and seconded Jason's movements. The need build in him more rapidly than he had dreamed since he'd already come once, but then, the thought of melding his body with Jason's never failed to inspire him.
Finally aware of his partner's thrusts, Jason held still, allowing Tommy to take over. The delicious friction had restored life to his depleted organ, and he longed to spare a hand from bracing himself to wrap around his again-ready rod and stroke himself in time with his lover's pumping.
However, it wasn't long before Tommy reached that pinnacle of sensation. With a shout that could have awoken the neighbors, Tommy's tightly coiled body spasmed, and his balls released their pent-up load. As the bone-melting heat and tension ebbed, he slipped from his lover's tight embrace, and Jason gratefully collapsed on top of him.
"Oh maaannn... that was too wicked," Tommy sighed happily, doubly glad to feel the strength of Jason's resurgent need thrumming against his abdomen.
"Tell me about it," Jason groaned, his thighs tingling from their work out, but the rest of him trembling in ecstasy.
"Shall I make your legs all better?" Tommy saucily purred.
"When I'm done." And he reached for the supplies on the night stand. "I want you right where you are."
The snappy banter was gone as Jason at last pressed Tommy's legs back and rested his latex- sheathed erection against his waiting bottom. There was a moment's hesitation as their eyes met. He hadn't expected to feel anxious after everything they'd done thus far; this was what he'd been wanting for months now. As he gazed at Tommy, he saw understanding and love in his eyes that same combination that had carried him through the last time, and he was able to push his hips forward, burying himself in Tommy's willing ass.
As he rested in the cradle of Tommy's thighs, those long legs wrapped about his waist, he understood why Tommy had so enjoyed this position. Gently, he brushed a strand of hair out of Tommy's shining eyes. Tommy, in turn, reached up to stroke his cheek.
"I love you, Jase; I always will."
"I know."
As their mouths met in a kiss conveying all they felt at that moment, their bodies undulated together in the most primal and intimate of rhythms, a dance that lasted long into the night.
~*~
Restless, Emily finally gave up trying to sleep and sat up. She glanced over at her bed partner, hoping she hadn't awakened Kimberly with all her tossing and turning. To her relief, Kim lay on her side of the double bed fast asleep.
She envied her friend her peace of mind. Her own thoughts were too tumultuous. Ever since they'd returned from peeking in on their husbands.... She burned with a fire which threatened to consume her, and she didn't know what to do about it.
Emily looked to Kim and reached out as if to shake her awake. She stopped herself. No, she didn't really want to disturb her companion. Instead, she got up and headed down the hallway.
Uncertainly, she paused at the bathroom door. Did she really want to check up on their spouses again? Though her mind was undecided, her body carried her forward to the connecting door. Again, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The glow at the bottom of the wooden partition told her that the light hadn't been turned off... someone must still be awake, but it was so quiet... too quiet. Knowing she'd get no rest if she didn't do this (and ignoring the possibility that she might not get any rest even if she did), she opened the door a smidgen.
All was silent inside the bedroom; now she could hear the sounds of Jason's deep, even, slumbering breaths. She found him splayed on his stomach, naked, on the bedspread, his head turned in her direction. The expression on his face was so peaceful and contented he looked so happy that she felt a knot of misgiving within her loosen. She nearly let slip her sigh when she realized that Tommy, unlike her husband, was still awake.
He reclined on his side, facing Jason. Slowly, he ran a hand down her husband's back, over the swell of his bottom and across his legs as far as he could reach. His eyes followed the motion of his hand. His expression... it was a look she'd only ever seen him bestow upon Kimberly. Open. Warm. Loving. How could a man look so confident yet so vulnerable at the same time? She had never in all the time she'd known Tommy seen him look at Jason thusly, with so many emotions naked in his eyes. It was startling and humbling to know that this man loved her husband so much. She had expected jealousy, some possessiveness, but more than anything, she experienced a sense of gratitude that Jason would never lack for love.
Tommy continued to caress his sleeping partner, carefully tracing every contour of muscles, seemingly indulging himself in looking and touching in ways he wouldn't be able to come the morrow. Emily had the distinct impression that he was memorizing Jason's nude form, storing memories against the chance that this should never happen between them again, and she longed to reassure him that it could happen again if Jason wished it.
"Man, will you go to sleep already," Jason drawled sleepily, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"Can I help it that you're so gorgeous," Tommy chuckled, bending to swipe his tongue across the nape of Jason's neck.
"Haven't you had enough?"
"Hey, I gotta get what I can while you're in the mood. Who knows how long it'll be before or if you'll want to do this again and if our wives will be willing?"
"Look, if you let me sleep now, you can do me in the shower in the morning."
"Mmm... it's a deal," Tommy agreed.
Emily shrank back as he suddenly looked up, but she didn't think he saw her. He was busy tugging the covers over the two of them. Tommy snuggled in close to Jason, totally forgetting about the light, and quickly dropped off into a contented sleep.
Once she was sure he was out, she tiptoed in to turn off the light, then silently padded back to the guest room.
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