                        Housewarming
					by Illecebra


	"So what don't you two know about one another?"
	"Not much, as far as I can tell anyway."
	"And your husband doesn't care?"
	"Nah, Jase and I have been like that for years.  Steven
understands.  He's glad I have someone to talk to."
	"What do you guys talk about?"
	"Work, sex, movies, relationships, family -- just about
everything."
	"So what's he like in bed?"
	I chuckled.  "I don't know first hand, but I know him about as
well as anyone, what exactly do you want to know?"  She ran me through
a score or more questions, the last being whether he preferred a woman
be shaved or trimmed.  "Clean shaven."  I answered.  She was quiet for
a moment, then a mischievous grin spread across her face.
	"Maybe I could surprise him.  Is that how you keep yours?"
	"Yep."
	"Good, then you can help."

	We nosed around the bathroom, but it appeared that Jase didn't
have an electric razor.  So, we pulled a chair into the shower and
made do with some small scissors and a regular razor.  We talked while
I worked, trimming her extra-short with the scissors before using the
razor for a smooth, clean shave.  I told her that I was a bit
surprised that she and Jase hadn't slept together yet, as I know him
and she didn't seem the blushing virgin.
	That did make her blush.  Raven looked down and away, letting
her long black hair -- the source of her nickname -- hide her eyes
from me.  As far as looks went, she couldn't have been more Jase's
type: a little taller than me, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", with piercing green
eyes and a warm, creamy complexion that bore stark contrast to her
long dark hair.  She had soft, girlish curves with just a hint of
muscle underneath, small breasts, and the slightest trace of a tummy
that all but disappeared when she stretched or stood.  I found her
rather pretty myself.
	Hesitantly, she told me how some men hadn't been very
excepting of her sexual tastes, and she wanted to be sure Jase could
handle her before she put herself in a position to be hurt again.  I
knew how she felt.  Before I met my husband I'd had a couple of
relationships end because the guy involved decided that I was a slut
or a sicko.  I assured her that Jase wasn't like that.  He had a
couple of less-than-vanilla interests of his own, and even if there
were something he wouldn't try, he was open enough to talk about it
without blaming her for anything.
	I was about to ask her what she thought he might react badly
to when Jase walked in.  He paused at the entrance to the shower and
stared in disbelievingly.  Raven squirmed and I instinctively hit the
side of her ass to get her to hold still.  She let out something
between a cry and a moan; it made me wonder if she liked being slapped
like that.
	Steven yelled from the other room, wondering where we went.
Jase still wasn't talking: he just motioned to Steven to come here.  I
managed to finish touching up Raven's shave just as he peeked around
the corner.
	My first thought was that we looked fairly silly, one naked
girl reclining on a kitchen chair in the middle of the huge tile and
glass brick shower, legs spread, with another kneeling in front of
her, carefully rinsing away hair and shave cream.  My second thought
was that the guys were thinking anything but "silly".  I spread her
lips, rinsing her off the rest of the way, and the looks we were
getting from the guys became more intense.
	On a sudden impulse, I leaned in and quickly ran my tongue
over her clit.  She shivered, and Jase staggered into the shower as
Steven pushed further into the doorway.  My stomach sank, sure that he
was angry with me.  Raven suddenly acquired a look of determination.
She sat up straight in the chair and ordered the guys to strip.  Jase
began to unlace his boots after only a half-second's hesitation.
Steven, however, just looked at  Jase and then at me.  He didn't move.
	I just looked back at him.  I was so wet that I could smell my
warm juices.  Raven's were still fresh in my mouth.  I had never
tasted another woman before.  Her juices were a bit stronger than
mine, but sweeter, too.  The whole situation was so intoxicating,
especially because it was so unexpected.  The way I was acting was so
unexpected.  I was scared to death that I'd done wrong in Steven's
eyes.
	I think Jase may have said something to him.  I'm not sure.
Steven kicked off his shoes, though, and began to undress.  Jase
stepped out into the next room and returned, nude, his full erection
standing out from his block-wall body, carrying the recipie box I knew
he kept stocked with lube and condoms.  Steven was naked now, too,
sporting an incredible hard-on.  He stepped into the shower.  Leave it
to Jase to have a shower big enough for a kitchen chair and four
adults to move around in freely.
	Jase opened the box and set it on the ledge.  I had expected
Steven to be the most awkward of the group, but it was he that broke
the tentative silence that followed.  He stood behind me and caressed
my neck with his warm hand.  I could feel his erection pressing
against my back as he leaned down to tongue my ear and whisper "go
ahead, baby, finish what you started."
	The air in the shower was hot, but I found myself shivering.
Joking around was one thing, but I'd never pictured myself pinned
between my husband's hard cock and a woman's soft skin.  I wasn't
quite sure what to do.  Taking a deep breath, I gently teased Raven's
lips with my mouth, feeling her squirm and smelling her grow wetter
and wetter.  She moaned slightly when I parted her lips and pressed my
tongue to her swollen clit.
	Raven squirmed again, grinding against my face.  I pulled away
and looked around for Jase, who was still standing by the shelf.  He
moved to take my place, but I shook my head.  "Just hold her still."
He circled an arm around her just under her breasts, pulling her
against the back of the chair.  His other hand found one of her hard
nipples to caress.
	I looked down again and pressed my tongue against her clit,
hard, without moving.  After a moment I began working my tongue around
in a circular motion.  It was so strange being on the other side of
something I've had done to me so many times.  I knew all the things
that drove me crazy, though, and I put them to good use.
	Raven squirmed against Jase's grasp, moaning.  Steven's lips
and tongue caressed my shoulder.  The only face I could see was
Jase's, covered with a look of hunger and disbelief.  I parted her
lips further, sliding two fingers into her warm, wet cunt, gently
massaging her pliant, slippery insides, and as I did so, she began to
shake despite the strength of Jase's grip.  Her hips began to move
involuntarily, and in another moment I could feel her spasm and come.
	I took my face from her pleasure, but my fingers never left
their task.  The look on Steven's face as I gazed up at him was
incredible.  His kiss took my breath as I shared with him the taste of
Raven's flesh and fluid.  Still pumping away at Raven, feeling her
near another climax,  I used my free hand to grab Jase by the arm, and
then the shoulder as I turned his face to my breast.
	I was basking in the wet pull of lips and tongue as he sucked
my nipple into his mouth when his teeth fixed on me, slowly pressing
harder as he guaged how much I could take.  I could feel how swollen
my clit was, how my cunt throbbed.  The sensation of my own juices
running over these secrets to drip to the floor was fast becoming
torture.  As Raven let go for the second time, I withdrew my hand and
reached for Steven behind me.  He pulled me tight against his body,
but wouldn't let me turn around.  I slid my hands up his legs, but he
stopped me mid-thigh.  I was aching to touch his hard cock, but he
wanted to see just how far this heady lust would take me.  I struggled
to reach, desperate to touch him, but to no avail.
	Jase grinned.  I knew that grin too well, and he knew I'd see
exactly what was on his mind.  We're like that, always have been: we
can communicate worlds with just a knowing glance.  This look was full
of a lust and mischief I'd never expected to be the target of, but
that I  had seen him play out in my mind's eye a thousand times before
as we shared the stories of our experiences and exploits.
	He held my hands tightly, caressing and restraining at the
same time, leading me out of the shower and into his bedroom.  Steven
and Raven followed close behind.  Jase sat me gently on his bed as he
went to pull something out of a container in the huge walk-in closet.
Once Steven was within reach, I was down on my knees in front of him,
biting at his tender thighs and teasing my way toward his waiting
erection.  All of a sudden, I felt a hand grasp my hair and throw me
back on the bed.  Jase was standing there, strips of dark cloth in
hand.
	He absent-mindedly let the fingers of his free hand wander
over my lips as he asked "So what do I get if I can figure out what
you would most want out of this little party?"
	I squirmed, but I couldn't escape his touch, nor could I get
close enough to force his fingers where I really wanted them.  "You
get to give it to me, if you guess right."
	Jase motioned silently for Raven to come near and whispered to
her.  Then he turned me and bent me forward over the bed, binding my
hands behind my back with one of the soft cloths he carried.  He
slowly, tauntingly, ran his fingers from my clit back over my vulva to
my anus, then drew back and slapped my ass cheek, hard.  I felt him
lean  over me, putting his full weight on my body as his low voice
came to my ear.  "You want to play the part of our slut tonight.  You
want to feel dirty.  You want me to make you our whore."
	I don't know whether his breath or his words were more at
fault for the shiver that rang through my body, but I knew he was
right.  Part of me hated that he knew me so well, and part of me
reveled in it.  Only these two men, husband and friend, knew that I
wasn't the sweet, vanilla little newlywed that others saw.  They, and
now this strange woman, strong and lusty but vulnerable.  I lifted my
head upward, straining to see where she was, what she was doing right
now.  I didn't expect what I saw then: she had Steven pinned to the
wall right in front of me and was hungrily working her tongue over his
erect cock.
	I had never been jealous for a lover before; but now, watching
her relish in what he'd denied me just moments ago, I knew that shade
of green.  Jase yanked on my bound wrists, bringing my attention back
to my own situation.  "So?" he insisted, "am I right?  Just say it."
	"Yes.  You're right." I hissed through clenched teeth.  The
next thing I felt was cold and wet against my neck.  Ice.  Slowly,
Jase traced the line of my neck down to the shoulder, meandering an
imaginary trail over my back, buttocks, and thighs.  I bucked and
shivered, my eyes still fixed on the scene in front of me.  I felt the
ice run along my outer lips, sending a surge of sensation through me
before retreating again to my thigh and upward.  Raven's tongue worked
magic up and down Steven's hard shaft.  He tensed, bracing himself
against the wall.  Seeing him like that made my cunt throb.  I
couldn't watch his reaction so intently when I was the one giving him
head.
	I let out an involuntary hiss as Jase pushed the ice between
my swollen lips and began tormenting my clit.  Steven let his head
fall back against the wall and bit his lip.  Jase was relentless,
circling that bit of cold-hot torture around and over my clit, then
running it along the entrance to my aching cunt.  I gasped as he
pushed what little remained unmelted into my waiting hole, fingering
me as it shrunk to oblivion.  I moaned and bucked against him, forcing
him to use his full body weight to hold me down as he continued to
finger me.  Steven's entire body went rigid at the sound, and I
noticed Raven backing off slightly, sure to save him for the
excitement to follow.
	Jase's soft, deep voice was in my ear again as his hand left
my cunt.  "Now tell me how you want me to treat you."
	"Do anything you want."
	"Ahh but what did we talk about before?  I want to hear you
say it."
	"Make me your slut."
	"Now ask me... nicely."
	My face was hot, I could tell Steven was listening.  He didn't
hear me get like this often... he was always just so -- nice -- in
bed.  I wasn't sure how he'd react.  But, in for a dime in for a
dollar, right?  Jase interrupted my thoughts with a rough jerk on my
wrists.  "Well?"
	"Please--"
	"Louder." he interrupted.
	I raised my voice just a bit and began again.  "Please--"
	Again he interrupted.  "Louder."
	I stared straight at Steven and said, loudly, "Please...
please let me be your dirty... little... slut."  Then, in a moment of
defiance, I almost shouted.  "Fuck me."
	I couldn't see Jase's face at that moment, but I know he was
beaming.  He liked power games, and he knew, switchy as I was, the
chance to be dominated came  along so seldom that I hungered for it
sometimes.  "Not yet.  But eventually."  He replied as he loosened my
bonds just enough for me to turn my wrists as he raised them above my
head and attached them with another, longer, strip of cloth to the
frame on the other side of the bed, leaving me bent over the mattress
with my rear end up in the air.  Then he bound my legs to the frame on
this side, holding me open and ready for whatever he planned next.
	Jase stretched out to lay on the bed, facing me.  Raven
disappeared from my view, and Steven lay along my other side.  I could
feel Steven's fingertips softly trailing over my skin.  Jase reached
out and began to pet my hair as he spoke to me in a low voice.  "Now
what would you think if I--we--just used you for our own amusement,
hmmm?"  As he said that, I felt a lubricated finger slide into my
anus.  I held back the moan that tried to escape my lips.  I wasn't
going to make it that easy.
	I heard Steven's voice next.  "Mmmm you like that, don't you
my little slut?  You like being tied up and bent over for us to stare
at.  You like being held there, helpless, while you get fingered in
the ass."  Again, I stayed silent, but I knew that the look on my face
spoke volumes.  It was very seldom that Steven ventured from his usual
nice-guy demeanor in bed, but he knew it drove me crazy when he did.
Suddenly, my eyes widened and I let out a moan as Jase drove his hard
cock into my asshole.  I hadn't been ready for that, especially
considering that his girth outdid Steven's by a good bit.  Even in the
initial pain, though, there was pleasure.
	Straining against my bonds didn't accomplish much beyond
entertaining those watching me, but I couldn't seem to hold myself
still.  Raven came back around the bed, presumably from behind Steven
or Jase, though I couldn't turn far enough to know for sure.  She
knelt in front of me and gently ran her fingers through my hair.
Then, with a jerk, she tightened her grip and pulled my head up.  She
watched me for a moment, examining my expression as I felt thrust
after thrust penetrating me, and my body began to tremble in
anticipation of the orgasm that neared even now.
	Then Raven kissed me--hard, at first, like when one steals
scattered moments with a lover one doesn't see often enough.  In that
initial second I didn't react at all, it just didn't seem to compute
somehow.  Her kiss became softer, gently exploring my mouth.  I kissed
her back, slowly, unsure.  Somehow going down on her had seemed
playful, a show for the guys.  This was intimate, and it scared me a
little.  Something about that slow, tender kiss amidst the raucus
backdrop of the evening thus far made it so... personal.  Suddenly I
was so much more aware of Jase's and Steven's eyes on me.  Timidly, I
explored her lips, her tongue, her mouth, not quite sure how I was
supposed to be feeling.
	My thoughts were interrupted by a wave of pleasure as I came,
bucking and squirming against my bonds.  A scream escaped my lips, as
if on its own, without my needing to utter it.  I felt now that either
Jase or Steven had begun playing with my clit while I was distracted
with Raven.  Jase continued to pound away.
	I could feel warm hands caressing my back--Steven's, I
think--then they were joined by lips, spreading warm wet kisses over
my skin.  Raven's tongue slowly probed my mouth as her fingers sought
out my hard nipples.  It was almost too much for my brain to
comprehend all at once.  Before long I came again, harder this time
than before.  Three bodies kept fucking, caressing, kissing, and
teasing me.  They refused to let me come down from my orgasmic high.
I bucked and moaned and panted and strained for what seemed an
eternity before Jase pulled out and the others, too, let me rest a
moment.
	Only a brief moment it was before Jase began to untie the
bonds that held me to the bed.  Someone ran a warm, damp cloth over my
nether regions, removing any trace Jase may have left behind.
Released from the bed, I was turned on my back with my arms still
bound behind me.  Steven moved over my face on all fours, offering his
beautiful erection to my lips.  I had been waiting for this.  I began
to caress his shaft with my tongue, slowly running it up and down the
entire circumference.  The tension in his body and the salty taste of
precum dribbling off his cock let me know that he'd been anticipating
the feel of my lips and tongue exploring his manhood as much as I had.
	He couldn't seem to know where to let his attention lie: on my
mouth hungrily worshipping his phallus, or the sight of Raven with her
back to the wall and her legs wrapped around Jase's hips as he drilled
her.  I wriggled and I squirmed as I sucked Steven off, and before
long I'd succeeded in both eliciting the most delectable moan from my
lover and extracting my wrists from  Jase's knotwork.  Without
warning, I reached up and locked my hands on Steven's buttocks,
driving his hard cock deep down my throat.  I'd surprised him, just as
I'd intended.  Good.  That was all it took him to get the idea.  He
was no longer offering his delicious hard-on to my lips, he was
pinning me down and fucking my mouth, my throat.
	At the sound of Raven moaning, Steven shot hot cum down my
throat.  Jase collapsed onto the bed beside me with Raven still
impaled on his erection.  He left scratch marks on her back when he
came.  One last used condom hit the wastebasket, and four exhausted
people curled up together like a pile of puppies, complete with big,
stupid grins.



	...Did I just do that?...



	...this has to be a dream...



	...or a porno...



	...my life is wierd...



	...I wonder what they are thinking...



	I was brought back from my reverie by Raven playing with my
hair.  She smiled down at me, and I had no idea what to say.  Jase was
staring at the ceiling, absentmindedly rubbing Raven's back.  Steven
had curled up to spoon me and fallen asleep.

