Owen’s Plans

By katie rose

The dinner was becoming unbearably long. Usually Liv enjoyed the once a month get-togethers that this group had been having since high school. Some of the faces had changed as boyfriends/girlfriends, husbands and wives came and went. But tonight was the first time in a week that her kids were not around and she wanted to take full advantage of it. Why they even bothered with the dinner was beyond her. They saw each other all the time. Of the ten of them that were able to make it tonight, four of them, including Tom and Owen, all worked for the same architectural firm. Matter of fact, Tom had introduced Owen to her, and they'd been dating for the last 4 months.

While she knew that Owen was not the man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life, he did provide a nice distraction, adult conversation, and some hot sex. Tonight, however, Owen was bugging the hell out of her. He knew she didn't really want to be there, and knew what she wanted to be doing, so every chance he had he would make lewd remarks, and not so subtle grabs at her breasts, which was embarrassing. She spent most of the evening batting away his hands.

At one point as she tried to eat her salad, Owen reached under the table and stuck his fingers between her legs. It was a good thing they were sitting close to each other so it was a little less noticeable to the group. But Tom, who was sitting directly across from her, didn't miss the slight whimper that escaped. As she glanced up to see if anyone had noticed, she saw Tom smiling and staring at her. She blushed.

"How's your salad?" Tom asked, still smiling.

"Um....just fine, thanks," she stammered, blushing even more. She felt like the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, even though it wasn't her hand that was caught. They just stared at each other.

Slowly, Liv let her eyes drift back down to her dinner, taking in his build as she went. "What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about Tom's body, when Owen has his hand in my crotch!" she thought. As she picked at her salad, she thought about Tom’s muscular shoulders and biceps, and man, what a chest. Owen wiggled his fingers against her pussy lips, and she clamped her legs together. It was either that or moan, and she wasn't up for that embarrassment. She shook her head to clear away the thoughts of Tom. What was wrong with her? It's just Tom. Remember? The guy who teased you mercilessly over being the only one of your girlfriends who hadn't started to develop a chest, and had pointed out that you had never been kissed by a boy! She forced her thoughts back to her dinner, and thankfully, Owen removed his hand.

On the way out the door, Tom called to them. "Hey, you guys mind giving me a lift? My truck's being serviced so I caught a ride after work."

"Sure, no problem," Owen said. Inwardly Liv groaned and avoided looking at Tom.

After saying his good-byes they all climbed into the cab of Owen's truck and headed into town with Liv in between the men. While Owen was not spectacularly built, he had kept himself in solid shape. Tom on the other hand, was huge overall and Liv found her thoughts wandering, as his bulk took up a great portion of the interior of the cab.

Her first thought was to wonder if he was built as well below as the rest of his body. Her second, was to remember last week when Owen and Tom had chopped wood for her fireplace and as a payment for such hard work Liv had given Tom a back rub. He was hard all over. She had sat straddling his lower back and upper buttocks. She kneaded the sore, tight muscles of his shoulders and back. Working her way down, she noticed a slight change in way he felt under her. While his shoulders were fairly relaxed, other parts of his body had started to feel more tense. As she leaned forward, lifting herself just slightly off him to reach his upper back better, she could feel the muscles in his ass getting tight, and it felt almost like he was very gently rubbing himself against the floor as she rocked back and forth, and as he did this, the slight movement caused her to gently brush against him. After a few minutes of this she decided that she had better stop before she embarrassed herself by dripping juices along his backside. Nervously, she had glanced around to see if Owen had noticed, but he didn't appear to have.

Liv roused herself from her dreaming and placed her hand in Owen's lap, slowly moving her hand up and down his leg, drawing lazy circles and swirls along the denim, and getting ever closer to the bulge in his jeans.

As she let her hand roam, she thought she felt the pressure of Tom's thigh against her's increase. The pressure increased, until he was very gently, and rhythmically messaging her thigh, making her anticipate each and every muscle movement. She continued her movements on Owen while she forced herself not to outwardly acknowledge Tom's movements. She wasn't sure how Owen would react. This type of thing had never come up before.

"Tom," said Owen, startling both of them, "would you mind if we stopped at my house first? I've got some plans for you there." At the initial sound of Owen's voice Tom pulled his leg away from hers, as if he had been thinking he was going to be reprimanded, but as Owen finished his statement he let his thigh relaxed against her again.

The statement in itself didn't surprise Liv, however she was a little miffed because she was really horny, and was ready to have her brains fucked out. Liv looked at Owen questioningly and gave his cock a playful squeeze, trying to get her message across. He looked down into her face and smiled that devilish smile again. "Just wait," he simply said.

They pulled up in front of Owen's townhouse a few minutes later, and as he was getting out he reached for her hand and pulled her along with him. "Why don't we all go in? I don't think you've been in these townhouses since they've been finished. I'll get you a beer and give you a tour," Owen told Tom.

"Sounds good to me," replied Tom, trying to hide the fact that he was none too eager to be dropped off at home yet.

She couldn't do anything but follow along without sounding like a spoiled brat, so with Owen pulling her along, follow she did.

Owen really did live in a beautiful townhouse. New, clean, not decorated for a family. It didn’t even have that ‘lived in’ feeling. She never really felt comfortable here. Almost like she was afraid to relax. However, there was one thing about his townhouse that she loved - there were windows everywhere. Because of the way the townhouses were laid out, you couldn't see any of the neighbors, and they couldn't see you. On moonlit nights like tonight, when the lights were low, it was as if the outdoors surrounded you. Being located just outside of the city, you got the feel of being right out in the middle of the wilderness.

Owen got each of the guys a beer, and brought her a wine cooler. "I'll be out on the deck," she said and smiled, slipping out through the sliding door. She left the door open. Letting her eyes better adjust to

the darkness, she just stood there for a little while. Then, taking a long draw from the bottle, she swallowed the wine cooler, letting it flow through her body, as she tried to figure out what Owen was up to. He'd been acting weird lately. She walked over the lounge and sank into the cushions. After taking one more drink, she placed the bottle on the small table next to her and closed her eyes, listening to the outdoor noises. It was very relaxing. She could feel the wind gently breeze across her body. It was warm and it wrapped her more into its caresses. It brushed across her face, up her arms, along her legs. She drifted.

At some point, she realized she must have fallen asleep, because what she was feeling now had to be a dream. The caresses of the wind seemed to have been replaced by hands, fingers, and mouths. She tried to move, but it was if her limbs were made of lead and all she could do was move her head from side to side and moan at the delightful feelings she was experiencing. Every nerve in her body seemed to scream. She felt the fingers stroking along the inside of her legs and up into the inside of her thighs and then back down again, rhythmically stroking, and caressing, drawing another moan from her. Hands drew lazy circles, kneaded flesh, pinched, teased her breasts, as the warm wind brought her nipples to their hardened peaks, and when she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, the warm, moist mouths captured her nubs, flicking them, teasing them more, and then again the warm breeze returned.

"No!" she cried out in frustration.

As her blood rushed to her head, she realized there had been mouths! Two of them! Her eyes flew open. There, leaning over her now naked and exposed body, were Owen and Tom, both naked also. In her dazed condition, she again tried to move, and now discovered why she felt like she couldn't move before. Her arms were tied above her head to the top of the lounge. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she found what they had done to her, and even while she was terrified, her body was still begging for the attention they had been lavishing upon her, tormenting her. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but before a word could be uttered, Owen lightly covered her mouth with two fingers and shushed her concerns. Her eyes went to Tom, seeking some sort of reassurance that they wouldn't hurt her. What she saw in his face surprised her. It was something close awe.

Tom finally recovered and looked down into her eyes. "Liv, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I know it sounds like a line, but if I had know what you would turn out like when we were back in high school, I'd never have let you out of my sight."

She watched as his hand tentatively reach out and stroked from between her breasts, along the sensitive underside, and back again, stopping to play his thumb over her nipple.

"Your ex-husband was a fool, Liv. Not just because you’re physically attractive, but you're one of the nicest, most giving people I know. Like now, you could be yelling, screaming, or even just asking us to untie you, but instead you're giving yourself to us."

She wasn't about to admit to him that she was getting more turned on as the minutes ticked by. She closed her eyes, and let her head sink back into the cushions, and took a deep breath. Whether it was intentional or not, the effect it had, was to press her breasts even closer to their mouths. They again started their ministrations to her body, worshipping it as they went until she was crazy with the need to be fucked.

"Please," she pleaded.

Quietly and calmly, Owen inquired, "What do you think you want Liv?"

"Please, I need to have you touch my pussy. Please," she again pleaded.

She felt Tom's hand move from her leg, only to be stopped by Owen's hand.

"Tell us exactly what you want," Owen sternly stated.

She pulled on the ties that had her bound to the chair, not wanting to have to admit exactly how and where she wanted to be touched. She wasn't used to that kind of talk, but they weren't making any efforts to help her relieve the frustration she was feeling.

Finally, she blurted out, "Tom, I want to feel your fingers sliding up and down and into my slit." Purposely she slighted Owen by not telling him what she wanted him to do, for it was his fault that she was doing this.

Tom's fingers didn't waste any time in accomplishing their appointed task. His long fingers stroked up and down, periodically dipping into her pussy bringing out her juices, and sliding them again up and down, gently grazing her clit, and then sliding down to lightly flick over her asshole. So distracted by the feelings that Tom was arousing, she hadn't notice that Owen had moved up towards her face, bringing his very hard cock right into her. A gentle nudge against her lips brought both her eyes and mouth open.

Owen backed up slightly, moving his cock just out of her reach. "Would you like to suck me off Liv?"

"Yes," was all she could muster.

"Awe, you can ask for it better than that! Are you sure you really want me?"

She closed her eyes, and let Tom work his magic on her some more.

"Come on Liv, what do you really want?" he asked as he slowly stroked from base to head, coaxing a small glistening white drop of cum from the tip.

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and groaned. Then a thought came to her. She’d play his teasing game. Finally, she appeared to concede. "Owen, I want you to help me move higher in the chair so that my head is over the edge of the chair and then I want you to move around to my mouth." She went on, giving a very detailed request. "I want you to slowly feed me that cock of yours, letting it go all the way down my throat. I want you to pump it slowly in and out, fucking my face, and then I want to feel you shoot your load directly down my throat." She went on, giving more orders. "But before you can, I want to take Tom's cock between my lips and suck on him. I want to feel how firm he is in my warm mouth. You get to eat my pussy. Then, when I say, you can take Tom's place. I want him to change places with you, and then I want to feel him fucking the living shit out of me! Are you happy?"

"Only too happy to oblige," he smiled. She was really starting to hate that smile. "You heard the lady!"

Tom reluctantly removed his hands, stood, and looked down at Liv. "Are you sure?"

He looked so concerned as he stared into her eyes. She tore her eyes away from his and let them travel along the length of his body. He was beautiful. She stopped when she got to the evidence that he was just as turned on as she was. His cock was standing away from his stomach, and fully hard. She wanted to reach for him, and she pulled at the tethers that bound her. Now she knew what she had wondered about for years. She also thought, "Why did I not snap you up when we were in high school?" She looked back up at his face and simply said, "Yes, I'm sure."

While Liv licked her lips in anticipation, Tom moved his cock closer to her, and slowly guided it between her lips and into her mouth. They both let out a moan while he stood still, adjusting to the feeling, and then slowly he pulled out and repeated the process of fucking her face.

While Tom was busy with the top Owen spread Liv's legs to either side of the chase, and went to work eating her pussy, licking up and down the sides of her labia, but still avoiding working on her clit. He knew that was where she wanted him to touch, but he wasn't about to give it to her exactly her way. He nibbled, sucked, darting his tongue in and out of her hole, slurping up her juices, which were flowing freely. Every once in a while he’d gently brush against her clit, causing her to jerk and emit stifled groans. Owen stuck two fingers into her slippery slit as far as he could and stroked the top of her box. Then placing his mouth over her clit, he made little circles with his tongue, putting more and more pressure on her clit, while continuing to slowly moving his fingers back and forth.

Her orgasm was building, getting harder and harder for him to move his fingers at all. Suddenly, they heard her muffled scream, and her muscles tightened as Owen kept it up. When she was coming back down from her orgasm, he lightened up with his tongue, and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. He then replaced them with only his thumb, placing his well-soaked fingers to the opening of her ass.

Again he started in on her clit, ever so gently, and then again increasing his pressure while massaging and gently forcing first one, and then two fingers into the tight hole. He fucked both of her openings with his fingers, the movement of each finger separated by the thin membrane. And soon, the men were treated to another

muffled scream.

Tom watched all this as she performed her magic on his member. He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth. It was something he never thought would ever happen. Then he watched her body as she writhed and twisted as she became more turned on and then when the climax came, her whole body seemed to shake with the force of it. It was all he could do to keep from shooting his load right there, but knowing she wanted him to fuck her was enough to help keep himself in check.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and stroked it himself while she caught her breath. Opening her eyes she smiled and told him, "You have a very beautiful cock, and I love the way it tastes, but I want to feel it in me, so would you please make love to me?"

His heart tightened at the thought of "making love" to Liv. She probably had no idea how close to the truth that would be. Right now, he wanted to make love to her for the rest of his life. He knew that if he just got between her legs that it wouldn't take long for him to cum, so on his knees, he started at her feet, sucking each of her toes into his mouth, tasting the outside of her ankles, swirling his tongue up her calves to the inside of her knees. Glancing up he saw Owen rubbing his cock along Liv's nipples, leaving a sticky trail that gleamed in the moonlight.

At that moment, Tom hated him. He didn't want to think of Liv being in love with Owen. He wanted her to only love him. Tom brought his mouth back to her thighs. Gently, he sucked as he traveled up one, and then the other, coming closer and closer to her wetness. He could smell her cum and couldn't resist the urge to snake out his tongue and taste her.

"Tom," she quietly pleaded reminding him of what her request had been.

Owen was now moving to the head of the chair. Reaching down he grasped her under the arms and pulled her up higher in the chair. Her shoulders now met her hands.

Tom grabbed both of her ankles, and placed them on his shoulders. Then he brought the tip of his cock to the slippery lips of her pussy. She felt so hot and inviting.

Liv looked down and watched as Tom guided his cock to her opening. The anticipation was killing her. When he placed her ankles on his shoulders, he brought his chest down to her breasts crushing her wonderfully as he sunk his cock into her. When he was all the way in her, he looked into her eyes, and brought his mouth to her, passionately kissed her. He forced his tongue into her depths, fucking her mouth, and moaning into her. He felt her muscles tighten around his hardness. He released her mouth and her head fell back as she groaned.

"That's right, Tom," Owen reminded, "the lady wants you to 'fuck the living shit out of her'. Do you think she really wants it?"

She looked back into Tom's eyes and clamped her muscles down on his cock. He still hadn't moved since he entered her. He felt like he was in heaven. She felt so perfect, so right.

"Make love to me Tom," she whispered.

Tom released her legs, freeing her to wrap them around his waist as he slowly pulled out and reentered her again. She felt so tight.

Owen reached over and grabbed a hand full of hair, pulling her head back. He brought his cock to her mouth and slid it over her lips. "Do you still want to suck me off Liv? Tell me."

"Yes," she hissed and he slid his cock all the way into her mouth. It was warm and wet, and the feel of it combined with the sight of Tom fucking her, and sucking on her nipples as he thrust into her, was almost enough to set his cock spurting. He knew he was speaking to her roughly, and not treating her well, but if her and Tom were ever going to admit what they felt for each other he had to try to make her despise him in the course of the act.

"Come on Liv, you can suck me better than that."

She moaned something against his cock, but he just kept thrusting into her, feeding his cock down her throat. He was almost afraid that he had pushed her too far, and that she might actually bite him. He backed off a little, his balls gently bumping against her forehead. The feel of his cock sliding down her throat was unbelievable and he knew he was going to shoot.

Tom heard her whimper and felt her muscles tighten on his cock as he pumped furiously into her. Her legs were pulling him even deeper and he reached between them, and pressed on her lower abdomen, forcing himself back up into her. One more time, and he felt her explode around his cock. He had never felt anything that good. He'd been with many women, but this was by far the best. He felt her come and heard her squeals. Judging by the grunts coming from Owen, he was also coming. It was more than he could handle and he felt the um shoot through his cock and into her body. He pumped and squirted until he thought he was never going to stop. He didn’t want to. When he finally did, he leaned forward and kissed along her neck and up her jaw.

Owen had pulled is cock free of her mouth, and she was trying to catch her breath. He reached behind her head and gently lifted her to him, as she seemed to almost have no strength to do it by herself. Looking into her eyes, he searched for some answers. The first was why did she let Owen treat her that way, and the second, was how was he ever going to hide his feelings for her now? How was he ever going to keep away from her?

Liv's thoughts were running all around her head. That had been incredible! Tom had been so loving, and Owen, such a jerk. What had gotten into him, she couldn’t imagine. Sadly, she thought that she might not ever have this opportunity to be this close to Tom again. She didn't want it to end. Was it too much to hope that maybe some day he would return her feelings? She looked up at him, and when she discovered he was watching her, she tried to cover her feelings, and closed her eyes. But, it was too late. He had already realized that the love that he felt for her was returned. Still, unsure about what to do about it, he glanced away from her. He too wasn't ready to release her yet.

"Well, it's about time." Owen's voice broke into their musing.

They both looked at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" Tom asked, as he disengaged himself from Liv. He was trying hard to hide his sudden dislike for Owen, but realized he was failing miserably. He reached up and untied Liv, not being able to stand seeing her exposed to Owen, and being degraded.

Owen's laugh got both of their attentions.

"What's so funny?" Liv demanded, not even bothering to hide the fact she was getting really pissed off.

He laughed again. "You two!"

"What?!" they answered in unison.

"You both have been involved in each other's lives for so long you haven't taken the time to open your eyes and see what's actually there!" he answered. "Don't get me wrong, I've really enjoyed he time

we've had together, but I've always had the feeling that you weren't comfortable with me, or with my lifestyle. The other day when we were cutting wood, I noticed how well you two get along, and you are totally comfortable with each other. Along with the fact that Tom adores your kids, and is forever claiming your praises at work, tended to clue me in. So, I decided to take things into my own hands, so to speak. Didn't I say I had some plans for you at my house, Tom? I just didn't specify what kind I meant. Liv, I'm really sorry about the way that I treated you and talked to you earlier, but my initial plan was just to make you mad at me. The fact that Tom needed a ride played right into my hand. You have no idea how much talking I had to do to make Tom come out here. He didn't want to jeopardize your friendship, but I already knew better and I had to make him see it. So, I let him think that I always treated you this way and his protective instincts were aroused. Not to mention the others instincts that were aroused. But watching you two was incredible, and so I just played along with my game, hoping the outcome would be good. By looking at the two of you now, I can see you've seen the light, you just haven't admitted it to each other yet."

Neither one of them could speak. Liv looked at Tom, wide eyed and blinked. "Is this true?"

Tom looked first down, then gathering his courage, looked her directly in the eye and told her, "I guess I've loved you for a long time now, and he's right, and I didn't want to admit it because I couldn't

handle the fact that you might reject me. I'm sorry."

She shivered slightly, partially because of the breeze against her bare body, and partially because he said that he loved her. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she brought her lips to his. The kiss was soft, and full of emotion. "I'm sorry too. Can we start over since we seem to a have started in the middle?"

"Anything you want." Tom smiled at her.

"Good!" Owen exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Now, both of you get dressed and I'll take you to one of your houses." He paused in the doorway and looked back at them. "Oh, and by the way, invite me to the wedding."

THE END

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