John (Brown) licked his lips and patted his belly theatrically as John (Penn) began clearing away the dishes.
"I gotta say, Nicole", Brown sighed contentedly, "you make one heck of a cheesecake."
"Well, the salad you brought was excellent too.", Nicole replied demurely.
"Oh, sure, it's the one thing I can't burn.", he replied with a chuckle. "Oh, hey, John, let me help you with those."
The two men bustled the used forks and spoons into the kitchen as Nicole sat back and watched them. She sipped her tea thoughtfully.
"You're not... TOO full are you, John?" she asked slyly. Her husband shot her a meaningful glance, but said nothing.
"Who, me? No, I reckon I'm just full enough!", their houseguest responded. "I mean, I might have room for another slice..."
"You probably don't want to stuff yourself too much.", Nicole's husband replied, "You might have to do something... athletic later." This time it was Nicole who shot him the meaningful glance.
"Huh?" said Brown, who was rinsing plates before putting them in the dishwasher. "I wasn't planning on doing any sports tonight..."
"Never mind the dishes, John, c'mon back in here." Nicole said. She'd moved a few chairs around, and there was now an empty seat directly across from her, with nothing between them. John Brown came back into the dining room, rubbing his hands on his pants. He looked around, momentarily confused, but sat down where he was supposed to.
"John, have I mentioned to you that I read auras?"
"Yeah, I believe you mentioned something like that earlier. And to be honest..." he indicated the incense on a nearby shelf and a few pieces of pagan-inspired wall art, "I do kinda get a New Agey vibe here. Y'know... in general."
"Well, if it's okay with you... may I read YOUR aura?"
"My aura?" Brown looked at Nicole, then to her husband who was standing behind her, then back to Nicole. "Uh... sure, I guess! What do I have to do?"
"Just sit there still. You don't have to lock up or get stiff, but just... just let me look at you for a bit. Be casual."
"Oh... well... okay, I guess!" John straightened his back and put his hands on his knees. Nicole looked into his eyes. Her husband gently rubbed her shoulders as Nicole's eyes drifted in and out of focus. Her lips moved very slightly, as if she were mumbling to herself. A few seconds passed.
"Very bright," Nicole said, after a while, "Shifting blues and greens, with a shimmer over all, like the surface of a pool."
"...is that good?"
Nicole smiled. "It's very good, John. I can see that you're a generous person, very humble, very giving, strong of spirit, and, above all, very sincere."
"Oh, pshaw, I don't know about that..." John sputtered, waving the compliments away with one hand, and blushing slightly.
"And modest," Nicole continued. "Did I say modest?"
"You said humble", her husband replied, "I think that's kinda the same thing."
"Aw jeez, you guys." John covered his face with his hand, now blushing hard and grinning. "I don't know what to say. You invite me into your home for dinner, you say all these nice things..."
"Well," Nicole admitted, "We... did have an ulterior motive."
"So we're going for it?", Nicole's husband asked, reaching forward and holding his wife's hand.
"Yeah," she replied, "yeah, he's got exactly the sort of aura I thought he would. I think we're going for it."
"Sounds good to me."
"Whuh?" their guest asked, "What's this? What are we going for?"
Nicole squeezed her husband's hand. "You want to tell him, or should I?"
"It was your idea," he responded, "You tell him."
"Well, um, you see..." It was Nicole's turn to begin blushing. "You know how I recently found out that I'm pregnant?"
"Oh, yes! And congratulations again."
"Thank you, thank you. And, well... soon I'll be getting bigger, and... not exactly capable of athletic feats. And after that, of course, there'll be a baby, and I don't expect either John or I will have any kind of spare time or energy, certainly not both of us at the same time..."
Nicole trailed off. John nodded, but said nothing. She cleared her throat and resumed.
"And, well... John and I, we have an... understanding. We are not, strictly speaking, sexually monogamous. We agreed when we got married that we could have the occasional... threesomes. But we've never really gotten around to actually DOING it ever. And I think that if we don't do it SOON, we might NEVER get the chance, and I... I've always kinda wanted to be with two guys at the same time, and we know that you and Max and Wallace and Simon are..."
Nicole trailed off again, and her husband picked up the conversational slack.
"John, we wanted to know if you wanted to have sex with us." he blurted. "Eith... either or both of us, I guess."
John Brown had gone from pink to white to back to red. "Oh jeez." he replied. "Oh jeez."
"Strictly a one-time thing," Nicole hastened to add. "Strictly tonight only. And no kisses on the mouth, that's... that's special, that's just John and me. Oh, and you definitely can't tell Max. Ever."
Brown's expression instantly got serious. "Well now, that... that actually might be a deal breaker, you guys. Max and the guys and I... we tell each other everything, y'know? It's... I mean, that's a basic safety thing."
John Penn nodded. "We thought you might say that. And we don't mind about Simon or Wallace so much. But Max... you know how she is. As soon as she hears that this was an option, she won't hear the 'one-time-only' part of it so well..."
"Hey, now, Max has gotten better about that. You know she's very conscious about consent and such."
"Yeah, but she's still... Max."
"....That's true." Brown hemmed and hawed for a moment. "Do you mind if I text her real quick?"
The Penns looked at each other for a moment, then back to him. Nicole nodded.
John got up from his assigned aura reading chair and stepped back into the kitchen. He got out his phone and fumbled with it for a moment.
[hey, you there?], he sent. There was a few seconds' pause.
[yeah sup?]
[got a q to ask you. Serious.] John took a moment to have a few deep breaths before continuing.
[i got an opportunity to become romantically_] he backspaced [an opportunity to possibly engage_] he backspaced [an opportunity to have sex with someone, but they said i can't tell you about it.]
There was a few seconds' pause again.
[someone i know?]
[it's someone you would approve of, i think. but i can't tell you who.]
John thought for a minute, then added [i can get tested right after]. There was another pause.
[Lovebird, you go ahead and be safe have fun. Simon and walls are here with me n they agree. Tell us all about what you can when youre done]
There was another pause, then a text that was composed solely of eggplants, peaches, squirting, and various happyface emoji. Then another pause, and another text that was just the "100" emoji twelve times. John put his phone back in his pocket and walked back to the dining room, where Nicole and her husband had been waiting patiently.
"Um..." John said, "I uh... I got the go ahea-" his phone buzzed on his butt once more. "-hang on." He pulled it out and checked it one more time. Max had sent a picture of a closeup of one pierced nipple with the caption "some inspiration". John put his phone in airplane mode, then back in his pocket.
"Yeah." he said. "Let's do this."
Nicole stood and put her arms over Brown's shoulders. "Remember," she said, "not on the mouth." She leaned in close and nibbled at his ear. Her body pressed against his, and John gasped as she rubbed up against the erection in his pants. He brought his face in close - her hair smelled like lilacs - and began kissing at the tender skin along the side of her neck.
Without warning, she dropped down to her knees in front of him. The other John was already down beside her, and he was gently cupping her breasts as she slowly began undoing her houseguest's belt. Impatience won out over sultriness, and Nicole hurried to unbutton and unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees, then pulled off her white blouse and tossed it in a random direction. Brown braced himself in the doorway between kitchen and dining room, teetering slightly as Nicole leaned forward, allowing the bulge in his underwear to rest lightly against the bridge of her nose. She looked at her husband who was kneeling beside her.
"You're sure you want this?" she asked.
"I want what you want, Nicole."
"But do YOU want this?"
In response, John Penn simply reached up and pulled John brown's boxer briefs down, allowing his erection to spring free.
"I want you..." John paused and corrected himself, "I want US to suck this cock. Together." He looked up. "If that's okay?"
"That's... uh jeez... uh, yeah, that's fine with me, you guys!"
Nicole smiled and took Brown's cock in her hand. She maintained eye contact with her husband as she slowly teased the tip with her tongue, then traced along the shaft. She took her husband's hand and directed it to cup John's balls, which he did, gently cradling them as his wife took the head in her mouth and sucked. She moaned with pleasure and undid her bra, beginning to play with her nipples as she sucked.
She released the cock and looked at her husband expectantly. "Your turn."
John Penn seemed hesitant as he knee-shuffled closer and looked at the bulging phallus, already slightly shiny with his wife's saliva. He cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his scar-marked hands.
"Uh... John, you okay?", the phallus owner asked.
"John's had some... bad experiences.", Nicole replied, "He's... honestly, this is... we're trying to help him get some GOOD memories about being with a man." She kissed her husband's ear and held him in her arms. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"No, no, I do, I do want to.", John Penn insisted. "I can do this." He took one more deep breath and came in close, finally touching Brown's cockhead with his lips. Slowly, he took it in his mouth, first the head, then, smoothly, inch by inch, the full length of the shaft. He held the full length of the penis in his mouth and throat for a few moments, then slowly began to bob his head back and forth.
Nicole had undone her husband's pants and was stroking his cock as he worked. Her blue eyes remained locked on the scene a few centimeters directly in front of her, like she was trying to record every second of it in high definition to her long term memory.
"That's it, baby," she purred, "suck his cock. Suck it good. You're doing such a good job. FUCK, you look hot with a cock in your mouth. You look so hot, so good, you're my little slutboy, aren't you?"
John was speeding up now, his eyes closed, his head bobbing back and forth, lost in the moment. Nicole brought her hand to his chest, slowing him down gradually.
"Not too fast, now," she cautioned, "we don't want our guest finishing just yet."
Obediently, John slowed down and pulled back. Nicole leaned in, and the two of them took to either side of Brown's shaft, allowing their lips and tongues to flutter over its surface. They came together at the tip, French kissing each other with the cock jutting into the union from one side. After a few moments, they both pulled away. They were disheveled - Nicole with her breasts exposed, John with his penis free and twitching.
"Bedroom?" Nicole asked.
"That... y-... uh... that sounds nice," both Johns stuttered over top of each other.
John Brown took a moment to fumble with his pants and underwear, and, not knowing what else to do with them, left them on the recently cleared dining room table. They had his phone and wallet and keys in them, after all.
Pantslessly, he allowed himself to be led to the bedroom, where two beds of equal height were side-by-side, covered in a large assortment of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.
"Wow!", he exclaimed.
"Welcome to the Land of Nod." Nicole declared proudly, as she shimmied out of her skirt and panties.
"...Is that a body pillow with your face on it?"
"Ah yes, the Nicole dakimakura. You can get anything printed on those. That's for when I'm away but John still feels like snuggling." Nicole yanked away a quilt, exposing a bare space of bedsheet. She lay down, her blonde hair cascading back over the pillows.
"Y'know what's convenient about you both having the same first name?" she asked impishly. "It means that I can just say 'John, suck my tits', and both of you will do the appropriate thing."
There was a slight pause.
"John, suck my tits."
John Brown looked at John Penn, who had already stripped naked. The two men shrugged at each other, then got onto the bed, each on their hands and knees, circling Nicole's body. At the same time, they brought their heads in - careful not to bump - and each began sucking on one of Nicole's nipples.
"Ohhh fuckkkk..." Nicole exhaled, as both Johns performed their own variation of lips-and-tongue-on-areola. They reached out, and each stroked each other's cock gently. Nicole ran her fingers through both men's hair, holding their heads close.
"John... fuck... John, I want your cock inside me", she gasped, and, again, both Johns behaved appropriately, John Brown shuffling around into missionary position as John Penn shuffled up to kneel by his wife's head, offering his penis to her waiting mouth.
"Uh...", the houseguest hesitated, "Are you sure this is okay? For the baby, I mean?"
Nicole took her husband's penis out of her mouth to reply. "I'm not even three months yet, as long as you don't put your entire weight directly on my abdomen, I'm going to be fine." She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into place. "Now fuck me, John. Fuck me!"
As directed, John Brown thrust his cock into Nicole's pussy as John Penn thrust his cock down her throat. She kept one hand on Brown's ass, pulling him into her rhythmically, and the other on her husband's balls, sucking and slurping him enthusiastically. John Penn gasped at the intensity of the sensation and leaned forward, steadying himself with a hand on John Brown's hunched shoulder. Brown leaned in and kissed along Nicole's neck as he continued rutting into her.
Nicole moaned with her mouth full, her legs hooked around Brown's body, her head thrown back to take all of her husband's cock down her throat. She arched her back and spasmed, exhaling hard through her nose. John Penn pulled out, concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"Ffffuck fuck yes. Yes. Hang on, John... John, move around for a second."
As directed, both Johns shifted around until Brown was seated on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. Nicole sat on his lap, spreading her legs around his thighs, with his cock up against her pussy. Brown reached forward and cupped her breasts as Penn knelt in front of them.
"Put him in me, baby. Do it."
As directed, Nicole's husband gently guided John Brown's cock up into his wife's pussy, then leaned in and drew his tongue in one long line, from Brown's balls, up his shaft, along Nicole's labia, and up to her clitoris. Nicole hissed through her teeth and reached down with both hands, holding her husband's head in place as he licked both sets of genitalia together. She gyrated in place, making Brown gasp underneath her as his cock moved within her and came into and out of contact with her husband's tongue.
"Ffffuck me. Both of you, fuck me, please, I want both of your cocks at the same time, fuck, do it!"
John Penn straightened up, and brought his cock in next to John Brown's. There was a moment of slippery fumbling, as both men struggled to get their cocks in the same pussy. After a few failures, Penn was in, but Brown was back out.
"Hnnngh," Brown grunted from underneath the both of them. "You want me to put it in your ass?"
"Nnno, I don't do butt stuff," Nicole admitted, squeezed between them, "But you know who does..." She slapped her husband's ass with both hands.
Awkwardly, Brown shuffled out from underneath the two of them, and came around behind Penn. He slicked up a finger with some spit, and probed at the smaller man's anus. He could feel it tense up, then loosen as Penn willed himself to relax.
"Fuck, baby, are you gonna take that cock for me?"
Nicole's husband nodded.
"Are you gonna take that cock in your ass like a good little slutboy?"
He nodded again.
"Say it, baby. Say it for me, say you want it."
"I want it.", John Penn said, as directed, "I... I want his cock - I want your cock, John - please, fuck me while I fuck her!"
Gently, Brown aligned the head of his cock up against Penn's sphincter, slowly pushing it forward until it popped inside, causing both men to gasp. Brown kept pushing, pushing forward until they were both as far as they could go - John Penn balls-deep in his wife as John Brown was balls-deep in him. Nicole threw her arms forward and clasped her hands behind Brown's head, with her husband's head between her elbows. Her eyes were intense again, as though she were recording every aspect of this scene to play in her mind for the rest of her life.
"Do it.", she whispered, "Do it, do it, John! Fuck, fuck hard, do it!" As directed, John Brown planted his feet in the carpet, drew back, and thrust forward. John Penn cried out as the driving cock pushed him forward into Nicole's pussy. Brown thrust again, then again and again and again, jackhammering Penn into his wife repeatedly.
"YES!" Nicole screamed, "YES! DO IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT, YOU CAN DO IT!", as the two men thrust ever faster, the beds and floor beneath them squeaking with an ever-increasing frequency. All three were lost in sensation, but Nicole kept her eyes open, staring intently as her husband took John's thrusts in his ass, transmitting that power through his body and into her. The sensation built and built, until it was obvious that the climax was approaching.
"FUCK! YES! CUM! CUM FOR ME, JOHN, DO IT NOW!" Nicole demanded, and, on cue, both men grunted through their teeth and ejaculated at the same time, Brown into Penn and Penn into his wife. Brown collapsed forward, but Penn quickly stiffened his arms, taking the larger man's weight on his back and not letting it push onto Nicole's body. Nicole let go of Brown's head and caressed her husband's head instead, pulling him forward to kiss him passionately on the lips.
"Mmm, you did a good job, baby. Stay inside me. Stay inside me, I want you."
As directed, John Penn stayed inside his wife's body as John Brown slowly pulled out of him and backed away. The two lovebirds were clearly worn out, but they stayed clasped to each other for dear life.
Brown suddenly felt slightly out of place. Even though he'd just fucked the two of them, Brown could tell that they were more bonded to each other than ever before. He felt like a porn star, or possibly a sex toy - flattered, but also somewhat used.
"John?" came Nicole's voice from under her husband, "I... we... I need to cuddle with my husband for a while. Can you... uh... can you see yourself out?"
"Uh... sure, I guess. Um... thanks. For this. It was great. You two take the time with each other that you need." John slowly backed out of the room, collecting his clothes as he backtracked back to the dning room where his pants still sat on the table.
He fished his phone out of his pocket and took it out of airplane mode. Five rapidfire texts from Max came through immediately - two more pictures of her anatomy, and three nonlinear splurts of enthusiastic emoji. John took a deep breath.
[hey]
[omg how was it???]
[it was good]
[but you can't tell me who]
[that's the rule, yeah]
[you had a good time, tho?]
John smiled to himself.
[yeah, i did. And they did, too.]
[that is awesome and you are awesome, then. I'm better at suckin ur cock, tho, right?]
John paused.
[no commment]
[bullshit I totally am]
[no comment] John followed this up with a zipped-lip emoji.
[youre mean. You should go get tested asap so I can suck all the mean out of you.]
[as you wish]
John threw his clothes back on and grabbed his empty salad bowl. He considered for a second, then grabbed one more piece of Nicole's cheesecake for the road.
