2. An Unexpected Night

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It's been impossible to focus on work today. After our fun with Johanna, Andrew and I had a talk, see. After all, adding another person to our life, in a way, needed to be a joint decision.

After some back and forth, we agreed it could happen again, that we would see how things went, and each time, just stay honest and open. Jodh asked to come over tonight, and Andrew agreed. All day at work, I've been thinking about it, about last time, the way she tasted, how hard and deep Andrew had fucked me, the passion that had poured back into our relationship.

When I finally get home, I shower and dry off, eager for the next two hours to pass quickly. Dinner and wine with Johanna. Not that we'd spent much time on wine last time.

Keeping busy helps me to ease my nerves. I adjust my apron again as I slide our small meal into the oven. Then onto dessert.

I can't remember the last non-holiday where I spent more than thirty minutes in the kitchen. Just as I'm tasting the homemade whipped cream, the door opens. Andrew sighs, then follows the sound of music to the kitchen.

I lick my finger clean. Getting ready for Johanna? His voice is deep and husky already.

Grinning, I wait for him to join me, to see the surprise. Once in the kitchen, he kisses my cheek and runs a hand down my back. What are you cook- Sarah? Yes, love? I can't help but smile at him.

I can't even pretend to be innocent with his hands on me. Are you naked under this apron? I look down at myself, as if surprised.

I'm not usually the type to be so brazen, but the excitement I've been feeling all day determined how I dressed. It looks like I am. His lips caress the back of my shoulder as his arms wind around me.

I press my bottom against his hips and rub slowly. I made dessert for Johanna, but I wanted to treat you too. Andrew lightly strokes my sides with his fingers until I shiver.

My whole body grows hot under his touch, even though he's bathing, mostly. The rush of his breath against my ear and the way he feels against me has me wet and ready. Then I'd like to request dessert before dinner.

He purrs. I turn and hop onto the kitchen counter, parting my legs and slowly dragging the apron up my thighs, inch by inch. Andrew's eyes follow the movement as he adjusts himself through his slacks.

He catches my hands and pulls me against him. Don't tease? Or what? I challenge, undoing the buttons of his shirt one at a time.

There's something about undressing him slowly, about the delayed gratification that makes sex hotter between us. I love watching him change from refined businessman to primal lover. Or you'll be punished.

He nips my bottom lip, then kisses me deep. His tongue strokes and teases until I moan. Then he darts away.

I like teasing you, I admit, kissing across his neck. He smells like fresh soap and slightly of cologne. Want to see what it does to me? Wicked woman.

He groans and tips my chin up to kiss me again. Just as his hands start tugging on the ties of my apron, there's a knock on the door. I pout as Andrew pulls away, giving me a wink.

Two can tease, apparently. I'm panting, hot and wet. I don't want to wait anymore.

Hi, Andrew. It smells delicious in here. Where's Sarah? She's in the kitchen, working on dinner.

His voice is thick, but I don't miss the implications of his comment. Andrew guides Johanna to the kitchen. Her eyes flick from him to me, then back.

I stretch a leg out just as the timer for the oven goes off. I bend over, pull the tray out and set it on the counter. As I take off my mitt, one of them smacks me on the ass.

Gasping, I push my body back, eager for more touches. Are you the appetiser, Sarah? Jo asks.

Only if you're dessert, I giggle, turning to kiss her softly. One kiss turns into two, turns into three. I feel Andrew against my back.

His hands move to palm my breasts, then circle each nipple with his fingers. I pull back from Johanna. No, dinner first.

I worked hard. I brought the wine. Johanna bounces over to the table.

Andrew kisses the back of my neck, so featherlight that my whole body trembles from the brief contact. Soon I'm going to rip this apron off you and watch Johanna have her way with you. Promise? He kisses the same spot again and grins as I moan.

After motioning me to go and sit, Andrew serves the food. Johanna pours the wine, and we have a quick meal filled with the simplest of conversations, just enough to say we talked about something other than sex. Then Johanna licks her lips as she looks at me.

Andrew, it's after dinner, isn't it? Oh, yes. Then there's no reason that Sarah won't join us in bed.

Not a single reason, he agrees. They watch me with such predatory, starving looks that I'm both afraid and eager. Breathlessly, I let them lead me up the stairs.

As promised, Andrew practically rips my apron off, then lays me down on the bed. He kisses me hungrily and nods to Johanna. Johanna, already down to her bra and underwear, climbs onto the bed between my legs.

She steals my mouth from Andrew and trails her lips and tongue down my throat to my breasts, sucking and licking my nipples until my back arches. Andrew's cock is out, hard, so close. I take the head between my lips and suck hard as Johanna shoves my legs apart.

Her eyes meet mine just before she licks from my entrance to my clit and back. I moan around Andrew and take him deeper, all the way to the back of my throat. Johanna licks and teases until I'm on the edge of cumming.

I can tell Andrew is too. Still, Johanna needs to get close. I pull Andrew down on the bed and straddle him, sinking down until he's deep inside my pussy.

I motion to Johanna, and Andrew nods. She strips as she watches. Oh, come here, I'm expecting something delicious, he murmurs.

She giggles and straddles his face. Her eyes close as she moans. I ride Andrew hard, pulling Johanna towards me to kiss her as Andrew licks her pussy.

I taste myself on her lips, and I feel Andrew try to meet each thrust and roll of my hips. Johanna trembles as she gets close. Don't stop, I pant.

I ride Andrew harder. Johanna grips my hair to hold me close. The three of us cum together, collapsing in a pile.

I run my finger between Jo's breasts as she and Andrew cuddle me. You know, there is actual dessert downstairs too. Good, we have fuel for round two then.

Johanna kisses me softly, getting me worked up again.