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The agreement was that Hope would meet John on the ground level of the apartment building at the elevator bank. They would rise together in the elevator to Hope and Tom’s apartment on the eighth floor. The agreement was that for Hope and Tom’s 10th anniversary, Hope would grant Tom’s ultimate wish–to watch another man fuck Hope while Tom watched.

Hope nervously paced the ground floor, waiting for John, wondering if she would regret her agreement with Tom. She loved Tom and very much wanted to please him, but she had never shared her body with another since their wedding and worried about the consequences for their marriage.

Yet, after much discussion and mutual reassurances, both Hope and Tom had begun to feel an unequaled sense of anticipation…of excitement. Now they had only to hope the careful selection of John as a partner would not be regretted.

Hope turned as she heard slow, solid footsteps approach behind her. She looked up into John’s smiling face, his eyes dancing with light.

“You sure you want this?” he said as he brushed Hope’s hair from her face.

“An agreement is an agreement,” Hope smiled as she pressed the elevator signal “UP.”

Hope’s heartbeat began to quicken as she pressed the elevator button for the eighth floor. She quickly wiped away a narrow line of sweat upon her upper lip and hoped John would not notice as the elevator began to rise.

John smiled and Hope felt drawn to the lively crinkles around his eyes as he did so. John was well-built, at least eight inches taller than Hope and she wondered if he liked short women. She asked him his feelings and John responded, “You’re not short. You’re petite.” They both laughed.

John smiled again and reached across the elevator to pull her closer to him. His hands caressed her breasts and suddenly his hands grasped her narrow waist, lifting her and bracing her against the elevator wall as he pressed his body against her. As John’s warm mouth covered her lips, his tongue darting back and forth, Hope felt his hardened dick shove into her crotch. She gasped for breath as the elevator door opened and John lowered her to the floor.

Hope’s legs felt weak and John caught her arm to help her from the elevator. He again smiled, as if knowing every thought in her mind. ….as if knowing Hope felt frightened but already very turned-on.

Hope opened the apartment door to a darkened room. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Hope reviewed the agreement in her mind. Tom would wait in the spare bedroom until Hope’s signal for him to enter the master bedroom. She felt nervous as she took John’s hand and led him into the bedroom. John accepted a glass of wine, sipped it, keeping his eyes constantly upon Hope.

Hope sipped her wine, swallowing its sweet/bitter taste, gazing at John and wondering what the hell to do next. John lifted that burden as easily as he had lifted her in the elevator. He lowered his wine glass to the nightstand with a “ting,” reached for Hope’s glass, lowered it in the same manner, and stared deeply into her eyes as he began unbuttoning her blouse. “It’s going to be okay, you know,” he whispered.

With amazing ease, John unhooked Hope’s bra and dropped both blouse and bra to the floor. He lowered his head, taking her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth, gently sucking as he proceeded to unzip her slacks. John sucked more urgently at Hope, then stopped and bent to ease her slacks over each foot. He gently pressed Hope back upon the bed and ran his tongue along her panty line, kneading her thighs with his strong hands until she moaned.

Hope was tempted to lose herself to the incredible sensations she was experiencing but realized it was time to proceed with the agreement. She quietly called Tom’s name, hoping that her voice was strong enough for him to hear her. As she began to think something was wrong, Tom soundlessly entered the room and eased himself into a chair across from the bed. Hope dazedly looked at Tom; he was dressed only in the jeans she always loved watching his sweet ass move within.

Hope and Tom smiled at each other while John continued to kiss and lick Hope’s increasingly hot skin. Tom nodded his consent at the question in Hope’s eyes. “Enjoy yourself,” he said. “I want you to get off. That’s what this is really all about.”

John diplomatically deafened himself and increased his exploration of Hope’s body. He lifted Hope’s hips, pulling her panties down her legs and letting them fall upon the floor. The mere brushing of the fabric against her legs seemed to accentuate Hope’s physical sensitivity.

“I’ve never had a redhead before. I want to eat you,” John whispered as he lowered his face into Hope’s pussy. “I love the way you shaved your lips for me….and you’re so very wet,” he said as he thrust his tongue inside her.

Hope gasped as John pulled her lips apart and sucked her clit. John’s mustache abraded the tip of her clit until Hope thought she would climax immediately. Her breathing increased and she became even more lightheaded. Suddenly she felt guilty and wondered if this intense pleasure might be beyond the terms of the agreement.

Hope quickly pushed John’s mouth away, breathing, “I don’t want to come yet.” John looked quizzically at her but nodded. He resumed gently tonguing her, darting in and out, then teasing her with a circular motion, then arousing her with long, hot, lapping motions.

Hope’s eyes repeatedly fluttered open and closed, wavering from John to Tom and from Tom to John. How do they feel? she wondered as John reached under her and pulled her hips off of the bed and closer to his face. He slowly curled her legs and buttocks toward her head and his hot tongue licked, then entered her asshole. Hope gasped with pleasure and looked to see if Tom was upset. Instead, she found that Tom had removed his jeans and was intently watching while he stroked his penis.

In her mind, Hope floated in immense pleasure and began to wonder what it would feel like to touch John’s skin…to touch his hard, throbbing dick. She rolled over on her side, reached for him and grasped his thick shaft in one fist. Its tip was wet with excitement and Hope licked it off, pleased with the evidence of his arousal. She ran her tongue around the head of his penis, then gently sucked along its length until its entire length filled her throat. Hope again looked at Tom for approval, receiving it with the flushed and eager look upon his face.

Hope continued to suck John’s dick as he grew larger and thicker. She wrapped her finger and thumb tightly around the base of his shaft to help him prolong his pleasure. John raised Hope’s face in his hands and huskily whispered, “I want to fuck you now.”

Hope’s confidence began to grow and John allowed her to lower him on his back upon the bed. She sucked his dick harder as he twisted to the side to finger-fuck her. Hope could no longer wait–she pulled away from John’s hand and climbed upon him, lowering herself slowly at first. As John told her, “You’re unbelievably tight,” Hope thrust herself rapidly downward. John’s arms locked around her back, then his hands lifted her hair from her sweaty neck, and his tongue licked the salt away. Hope’s skin seemed on fire and she lowered her body until her nipples brushed against John’s gleaming chest. As if on cue, John’s hands grasped Hope’s breasts, squeezing tight until she thought she would cry out.

Hope continued to ride back and forth upon John until he said, “Sit up so I can look at you.” Hope obeyed and began to pump herself violently up and down until her climax was finally inevitable. She whispered, “I can’t hold off any longer. Can you come with me?” John’s verbal answer was too late a response….he drove himself up into Hope with a ferocity that stabbed him against the very top of her and both Hope and John exploded with an urgency neither had ever experienced before.

As Hope lay in John’s arms, listening to the pace of his heart gradually slow, she sensed a presence at the bedside. She groggily lifted her head to see Tom standing with his hardened dick dripping on the sheets. “It’s my turn now,” he said. Hope searched for anger or pain in his voice, and finding none, turned over on her back. John slid off the other side of the bed and quietly moved over to the chair.

Hope licked Tom’s dripping dick and smiled gently, inviting him into the bed. Tom lowered himself to one knee, turned Hope over onto her stomach and slapped her ass with one sharp smack. “You’re a very bad girl,” he said playfully. “You’re a dirty girl and you need to be cleaned up.” With that Tom stretched across the bed on his back, pulling Hope up over him until her pussy was aligned with his mouth. Slowly, slowly John’s cum began to drip into Tom’s mouth. He swallowed and began to lick Hope’s lips and clit, eagerly tasting the musky juices produced by Hope and John’s coupling.

Hope slid sensuously backward, thrusting her tongue into Tom’s waiting mouth, tasting with him the multitude of mingling juices as their tongues intertwined. Hope raised upright and, locking eyes with Tom, slowly drizzled spit into his mouth and then lunged forward to lick off the excess.

Tom quickly moved Hope to his side, her face pressed against the mattress. He kneeled between her legs, pulling them apart and thrusting his tongue into her asshole. “You’re not quite ready yet,” he said and he spat upon his forefinger and gently urged her tight asshole wider. As Hope began to relax, Tom inserted another finger, then another, until he could ease the head of his pulsing dick inside her. Hope moaned and lifted her buttocks slightly until the angle of Tom’s dick was just right. Tom signaled to John to join them and, foregoing the agreement, both began to touch Hope simultaneously.

Tom raised Hope backwards by her shoulders while John slid under her, his legs spread wide to accommodate Hope’s hips. John surprised Hope by driving his dick up into her quickly, relishing the sensation of spreading her core apart as he did so. Hope began to feel some panic at first, with two dicks inside her at the same time. Tom immediately sensed her fear and began to stroke her back slowly, comforting her with loving and encouraging words until she began to calm. Gradually, Hope began to move slowly with both men while Tom held her hips and John held her waist. Their motion began to quicken as glistening dicks moved in and out, in and out of Hope’s receiving holes.

It again came as a surprise when Hope climaxed first. She had always thought of such an experience as likely to be painful and unpleasant. It had therefore never been part of the agreement. Strangely, however, Hope felt a satisfaction and completion she had never imagined. The sensation of both men moving inside of her in tandem launched an orgasmic explosion none of them had anticipated.

Bodies eventually reluctantly disengaged and tumbled out of bed. As Tom showered, Hope walked John to the door. They gave each other a long, deep good-night kiss. Warm, engulfing hugs, nuzzles, and sleepy, peaceful smiles were exchanged.

Then Hope slowly walked back down the hall to the bedroom, dripping cum from both holes with each stride.

After Tom cleaned up her tonight, she would sleep a wonderful sleep. That, after all, was part of the agreement.

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by Cinnamon Bear