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They lay on Travis’ queen-sized bed in different states of dress. Laura and Max had gotten started without him; she was in her underwear and Max was nude, the two of them making out on the bed when Travis had gotten home from work and found them there. Beside them were some toys and lube, and it was apparent Laura had been preparing Max for Travis. A few butt plugs of various sizes lay unused, the smallest of them already inside Max’s ass. He's fully stiff, but neither of them touch him, just tease him, pulling the toy out and pressing it back in to stretch him out. He twitches every time, getting loose enough his body pushes the toy out on its own, too loose for it.
Travis stands to start the long process of taking off his uniform. “You two go ahead,” he says.
Laura picks up another butt plug, the next size up, and presses it to Max's hole. Max nods, and Laura pushes it in until it's past the thickest point and Max's ass sucks it the rest of the way in. His hole spasms at the feeling of being filled, and his dick twitches again, reddening from the lack of relief. Laura turns to face Travis and pulls him down into a kiss.
“He's all yours tonight,” she says.
Travis grins and eyes Max over, taking in his already desperate state. He isn't used to being hands on, so much of his time being spent watching and waiting. But here, under Laura's direction, he can be as hands on as he wants, while she's the one watching. He pulls his button-up off and slowly unlatches his belt, dragging his pants off and leaving them behind him on the floor. He gets back into the bed in his tank top and boxers. He turns to Laura for another quick kiss, and then leans down into Max, and kisses him deeply. Max licks at his mouth, so he lets him press his tongue in between his lips and sucks on it. Their kiss turns wet as their tongues slide around, their jaws lax. Laura presses her flattened fingers against her clit through her underwear and pushes down on it, just enough to sate the throbbing between her legs.
“Good boys,” she says, and both of them moan into each other.
Max brings his hands up and grabs Travis’ pecs, feeling him up through his thin white tanktop. Travis feels himself starting to stiffen, but it’s not enough to get him fully hard. He breaks their kiss to pull his undershirt off and tosses it aside, the two of them panting.
“Take your boxers off, too,” Laura says.
His cock twitches at her demanding tone, and he does what she says. He tosses his boxers with the rest of his clothes and leans back for her to take in his form. She drags her eyes across his tan, scarred body slowly, rubbing her hand across her clit a few times. She nods to Max.
“Take his toy out and stretch him out. Then you can fuck him.”
Travis gives a curt nod and leans down to kiss Max again, his hand finding the loop of the butt plug and tugging lightly, just trying to tease Max and not to pull the toy out. He lazily pulls it halfway out before releasing it, and Max’s hole sucks it back in to the hilt. He moans into Travis’ mouth and squeezes down on the toy in his ass. Travis leans down between Max’s legs and lines their cocks up against each other, reaching down with one hand. His hand is big enough to wrap around both of them, and he shifts his hips to rub their cocks together in his grip. Max grabs Travis’ hips and ruts up against him, trying to pull their bodies as close together as he can. He looks to Laura, but she doesn’t say anything. She lets Travis call the shots.
“Stay still, boy.” His hands shoot to Max’s wrists, pulling them up roughly.
Travis pins his hands above his head, overpowering him as he feigns fighting it. Travis’ strength had once scared him, and now it turned him on a lot. He’s hardly been touched yet and is still fully hard, the head of his cock starting to drip. Their bodies are pressed flush together but Travis doesn’t move, save for pushing his hands into the mattress when Max tries to pull them away.
“Can you fuck me already?” Max isn’t trying to sound needy, but it comes naturally.
“I like to play with my food before I eat it,” Travis says.
Max whimpers, trying to get any purchase against Travis and failing. Beside them, Laura grabs her own breast with one hand and her vibrator with the other. She doesn’t turn it on yet, rubbing the wand against her clit through her dampened underwear. Her touch is rough at first before she regains control and slows herself down.
“Bratty boys don’t get to finish,” she warns. “I’ll make sure of that.”
Travis reaches down with one hand and pulls the toy out of Max’s ass, his hole twitching at the sudden emptiness. He releases Max’s wrists and spreads his legs open, shifting down in the bed.
“Stay still,” he says.
He kisses Max’s hip before bringing his mouth to his dick and licking it. Max sighs as Travis takes the tip into his mouth and wets it.
“Uh-uh,” Laura tuts.
Travis looks at her and pulls off of Max’s cock. “… Can I eat him out, then?”
Laura pauses, pretending to deliberate with herself. “Yes.”
He leans down lower and flicks his tongue across Max’s hole, dragging it in every direction before pressing his tongue in. Max presses down around his tongue as Travis laps it in and out, his strong hands keeping Max’s legs open. Travis feels himself getting fully hard. Max’s passive submission and Laura’s stubborn orders really do it for him. He loves to be of service like this.
“Oh, daddy,” Max pants. Laura groans and rubs her wand against her clit harder again.
“Speed it up, Travis. I know you’re ready,” she says, nodding to his cock.
Travis pulls off and takes a good look at his work. Max is stretched out and wet, both his cock and his asshole twitching wildly. “Yes, ma’am.”
Max grins. “How do you want me?” He’s looking at Travis, but they both know he’s asking Laura. She considers it for a moment, peeling off her panties and reaching for another one of her toys. She pours some lube onto her fingers and presses them into herself, getting ready for her dildo, before she answers, captivating both of them.
“Get on your hands and knees, Max. You’re getting it from behind.”
He usually likes it prone, so he can rub against the bed, but he complies. He rolls over and faces perpendicular to Laura so she can get the best view of both of them. Travis takes the lube from her and pours some out over his dick, stroking himself slowly as he looks from Laura’s pink hole to Max’s. He helps Max spread himself with one hand and lines his dick up with the other.
Warmth floods Laura’s stomach deep into her pelvis. She sinks down on her toy in sync with Travis pushing deeper into her boyfriend’s ass. She bottoms out first, her toy shorter than Travis’ dick, her pussy wet and ready to be filled. Travis presses his hips forward until he’s about halfway in, and then he meets some resistance from Max. He pulls out slowly and tries again, tugging the muscle of Max’s asshole with him as he pulls out. Laura sighs at the sight, one of her boyfriends still too tight to take the other.
“Squeeze down and relax,” Travis says.
Max’s hole puckers around his tip and then Travis pushes in again. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried all the way in, his hip bones pressing into Max’s plush ass. Max moans loud and deep, gripping the sheets and pushing back. Travis rocks slowly at first, trying to loosen Max up. He pulls all the way out and breaches him again, grinding his hips when he bottoms out. Max sets the pace, pulling forward and pushing back as Travis holds himself in place.
Laura finally turns her vibrator on, pressing it into her clit and rocking her hips. Her insides pulsate against her dildo, frustratingly missing her g spot. The other two speed up, moving in concert, and she watches as Max backs his hips up to meet Travis’, the older man pulling him back by his hips with every forward stroke. Their muscles flex as they thrust into each other, and Laura whispers sweet nothings to herself as she watches them. Travis rolls his eyes back, then turns his head, watching her touch herself as she watches him fuck her boyfriend- their boyfriend.
“Good boy, Travis,” she says, meeting his eye.
He breathes out slow and deliberate, like he’s trying not to lose control. His arms flex as his grip on Max tightens.
Travis looks back and reaches around to grab Max’s cock, but he can only give it one good pump before Laura hums her disapproval.
“Don’t touch him, yet.”
Max whines. “Come on, hun.”
“If you’re a brat, I’ll make you finish on your own.”
He whines again, and Travis lets go of him. His dick bobs as Travis picks up the speed, pulling him backwards onto his dick as he thrusts forward. Max leans from his hands onto his elbows, arching his back to try to get a better angle on his prostate. He moans as he finds it, Travis pummeling the right spot again and again. He squeezes down with each thrust, and Travis joins him in his noise, groaning as he nears orgasm.
Laura cums first tonight. It rocks her suddenly. She shifts her hips, trying to rub against her vibrator, and her toy finally presses against the right spot. She growls, deeply, grinding her hips in place, and pulls her vibrator off of her clit. Max and Travis both look at her without slowing. If anything, they speed up, spurred on by her climax. Travis’ thrusts turn sloppy and sporadic, and Max bounces back into him with the roughness of someone who doesn’t have to worry about their joints. Travis slows, pushing and pulling Max by his hips at a deliberate pace, and Max takes the hint. He clenches down as hard as he can, trying to pull the orgasm out of Travis.
“Fuck,” Travis whispers.
Max’s hips have bright red spots where Travis is gripping him and pulling him around like his own personal toy. Laura pulls her dildo out, strings of her wetness trailing from it to her stretched out hole. Travis watches her and still his hips, looking to the ceiling. Max grinds his hips in a circle, bearing down around his cock.
“Fill him up, daddy.”
Travis snaps his hips a few more times, bottoming out before releasing inside Max. Max grips and releases around him, riding him through the waves of his orgasm. Travis pulls out and leans away for Laura to get a good look at Max’s gaping, spasming hole. She locates the abandoned butt plug, pressing it back into Max where it belongs, preventing the cum from dripping out of him. Max squeezes down on the toy and flops face down onto the mattress, exhausted. He juts his hips forward, rutting himself against the bed. The toy’s not big enough to press against his prostate, but it’s just close enough to frustrate him.
“Don’t worry, hun. It’s your turn, now.”
She turns her vibrator back on and slips it past Max’s thighs, pressing it on the underside of his tip. Expletives trail out of him as he moves his hips, unable to stay still against the buzzing. She holds the vibrator steady as he squirms and whines, his cock trapped between his stomach and the toy.
“Can’t take it,” he gets out, and Laura trails the vibrator down to the base of his cock.
He brings his thighs together, his entire body tensing. Laura pulls out the toy in Max’s ass and pulls on his shoulder, shifting him into a sitting position. She takes the dildo she had fucked herself with and offers it to him, keeping her vibrator on him.
“Ride this,” she says. Max lifts his hips while she directs the tip into his ass.
She’s fast enough that none of Travis’ cum spills out yet. Max lowers himself onto the toy, shaking, and moans, feeling his ass get stretched out properly again. He grinds his hips, one toy lightly pressing on his prostate and the other buzzing at the base of his dick. He’s lightheaded, and Travis grabs his shoulders to hold him upright as Max thrusts his hips back and forth. Laura guides the vibrator back up to the head of his cock, and Max stills for a moment, biting his lip.
“Good hole,” Laura purrs.
He juts his hips again at the praise. “I’m gonna cum,” he whines out.
Travis pushes his shoulders down, pressing him into the base of the dildo, burying it deep inside him. Laura turns the vibrator up one setting, and Max cries out, grabbing onto both of them for support. He cums, shooting halfway across the bed, staining the top sheet with shot after shot. The room is filled with the sounds of his moans as he babbles incoherently through his intense orgasm.
Laura turns the vibrator off and moves to get some wipes, but Travis stays in place, holding Max down against the dildo. He’s fascinated by the uncontrollable twitching and spasming around the thick toy as Max comes down from his high, rocking his hips absentmindedly.
“Oh, daddy,” Max moans as he slumps into Travis’ arms.
“You’re okay,” Travis says. “You did good.”
“You both did good,” Laura says.
She wipes herself off first, then gives one to Travis to help himself and Max. Travis guides Max into a laying position and Laura reaches for the largest butt plug.
“You’re gonna keep this in all night, okay?”
Max looks up, dazed, and sobers at the sight of the toy. “Yes,” he says, hunger in his voice.
Laura slides the dildo out and replaces it with the plug. Max gives it a good squeeze and then relaxes his entire body, spent. Travis uses one folded portion of the wipe to clean the lube off of himself, and uses the rest of it to clean off Max. Laura gathers the rest of her toys to clean later, pulling the stained blanket off of the bed to be washed. They all sigh with satisfaction and exhaustion in equal parts.
“You were good,” Laura coos.
Travis pulls a fresh blanket over Max and smooths out the hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “You were, too. Both of you.”
She nudges Max. “You have a good time?”
“Yeah,” he grunts, nestling into the pillow. “Talk later.”
Travis lays next to him, and the three of them settle against each other, blissed out.