DeeDee, John, And I: Our Sexual Adventures

Chapter 9: Deedee gets what DeeDee wants.

Part 1: “DeeDee wants John.”

DeeDee woke up in a panic.

Both John and Will were fast asleep next to me; John had a plane to catch today. I was wondering how long we had slept, so I wiggled my way out of the pile of men I was buried in and grabbed my phone off the table next to the bed. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was still early. I was relieved we hadn't overslept, so I relaxed and trotted off to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet to pee, I realized I was still feeling the emotions from last night. I wasn't actually sore; it was more of a sweet tingle between my legs. I couldn't believe that after that wild ride, I was still horny, but I was going to keep that to myself, at least for now.

I went back into the bedroom and woke the boys up. “Come on, got a lot to do before John has to catch his flight home today. I'm going to start breakfast. So get up, both of you.” I scolded.

They were getting out of bed as I grabbed a robe and headed to the kitchen to put the coffee on and start breakfast. Will and John joined me moments later.

I smiled at them and asked. “Did my boys sleep well?”

Will and John both nodded, still half asleep. Guess I needed to get some coffee in them before they were actually alive. I had drained them both last nite; I'm surprised we're all up and walking around. I've never had a sexual marathon like that before, and even though I enjoyed it immensely, I wouldn't want to do it again anytime soon. I'm shocked I'm not sorer from these two fucking me so hard. I stood there thinking about last night, as a small wave washed through me. It felt good, felt warm, felt heavenly.

I got the coffee and breakfast on the table to feed my boys. They deserved to be waited on this morning after servicing me so diligently last night. We all relaxed, enjoyed our breakfast, and talked about the nite before. It was a great start to a day that would have extreme ups and downs.

Will and I were cleaning up after breakfast, and I was thinking about John leaving later today. My mind kept wandering back to wanting to spend time alone with John before he went home. Even after last nite, I still had a hunger that wasn't satisfied. Will was the only man I’ve ever been with before he shared me with John. But even with the past few days of this whirlwind of lust, sex, and orgasms, my mind was still racing. I desired something more; I was craving time with John and the deep passion I could see in his eyes when he looked at me.

I think down deep somewhere in my subconscious, I was actually a bit jealous of John’s and Will’s relationship. I could see just how close they are and got a hint of the warmth they shared without me. I kept fighting my imagination, trying not to picture them together, alone, in an intense embrace. I couldn’t help it, I kept seeing them together, naked, making love. There hadn’t been time to talk to Will about this yet. Everything has happened so fast since Friday night when Will brought John to our bed for the first time.

I’ll never forget seeing Will lead John next to our bed. Both men were standing there naked. Seeing John’s massive cock, rock hard and pulsating, that first time. Maybe the fear from seeing how big he was caused me to imagine this, but the look in his eyes as he looked at every inch of my naked body was real. I saw the lust, the craving, the pleading in his eyes to have me. Will had never looked at me like that. The love between Will and me had grown over time. Our sex life had evolved from tender kisses to heavy petting, then to sharing oral, and to the tender, passionate sex we have together now; our love is beautiful, but I've never known such raw hunger in a man’s face as I saw in John’s.

I loved Will more than I could express, but seeing the want in another man’s eyes, that craving directed at me, seeing him lust after me, was earth-shaking. I wanted to know what sex with someone who hungered for me would be like. I can still see it in his eyes when he thinks no one is looking. Sadly, I know if he goes home before I have my time with him, this spell will be gone. I can already tell this trip is changing him. He will not be the same innocent virgin when he leaves. He'll return home and find a woman of his own to love, someone who will love him back. I have to have my time with him before he goes, I know it is my only chance to feel that passion, that lust, that craving he has for me now.

But how do I explain to Will? How can I ask him to leave me alone with his best friend, knowing what I want from John? I don’t want to, no, I can’t, I can't hurt him. It’s not that I wanted someone else; it's just that I want something I’ve never had, and I'll never have the opportunity to have ever again. I’m afraid that if I don’t, this longing will come between Will and me if it is not satisfied. I have to do this; it has to be now.

I knew every Sunday, Will went into his office to get his weekly schedule. So I needed to talk to him before he left, but what should I say? How do I ask my husband, whom I love with all I have, to let me be with his best friend? Alone, just the two of us.

I touched Will's arm to get his attention. “You going to the office soon?” I asked, nervously.

“Yep, as soon as I finish, I'll get dressed and run in to get my schedule for next week. Vacation is about over, got to get back to work, unfortunately,” he answered.

“I need to ask you something first,” I tried to clear my head and find the right words. Are there ‘right words’ for this? “Can we sit down for a few minutes?”

Will smiled sweetly toward me. “Sure, what's up, honey? Is something bothering you?”

Will and I sat down at the kitchen table. I was struggling to find the words. I need to get it out. Just ask him, I told myself. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and blurted it out.

“I want to know if I can make love to John while you're gone. Just the two of us before he leaves.” I was so nervous that I spoke louder than I expected. I took a deep breath and continued, “There is something in the way he looks at me, a feeling from his touch, I want to experience.”

I felt my whole body tighten, slightly trembling as I waited for Will's reaction. Everything flashed through my mind in that half-second waiting for his response: will he be angry, hurt, disappointed?

“Sure, go for it,” Will said, relaxed and smiling softly, “I know John will be excited to have you alone for a bit. Before I get changed, I'll tell him it's ok with me, so he won't worry about what I think. That way, you can enjoy each other. He'd jump at the chance, with or without my approval, but he wouldn't enjoy it as much if he thought I'd be upset afterward. Want to make sure you both can relax and be there for each other. You'll see, John can be very passionate and loving one-on-one. I've seen the way he looks at you. Best not to send him home with blue balls.”

Will then gave me a tight hug and a sweet kiss, “Besides, I owe you, for the last few days, for your understanding of John and me, and for accepting my best friend into our bed and our family. Plus, you and I had our time in the shower, then I got John off while you were getting dressed to go to dinner yesterday afternoon. So it's only fair for you and John to have a moment together. Just don't get used to it, you're still mine,” he teased and kissed me again.

He got up from the table, “I should get dressed and let John know he is about to get his world rocked, again. Hard to believe you can still want more after last night. What did we awaken in you, my horny little minx?”

With that, he was off. I just sat there, frozen, blushing. I felt shocked, relieved, and confused all at once. Took a deep breath, it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off me. I silently laughed at myself as I sat there thinking. I knew Will better than that. I shouldn't have been so worked up over this. I know he loves and trusts me, and that he feels the same about John. Of course, he wouldn't mind; if he had, even a little bit, he would never have asked me to let him join us.

I shook my head and finally snapped out of it. I needed to get ready, too. Didn't want to waste any time and make Will stay away longer than required. Plus, now that I wasn't feeling that ball of stress in the pit of my stomach, I was getting wet and horny as hell. Going to need to change my panties maybe more than once before John and I get started.

Will had finished in the bathroom and was getting dressed when I walked into the bedroom. I grabbed what I wanted from my dresser, along with a robe. I could feel the excitement spreading through my body with the anticipation of what I was about to experience. We rarely close doors in our house. I wasn't sure why, but as I went into the bathroom to change, I pulled the door closed behind me. I heard Will let out a warm chuckle.

“Don't make yourself too sexy for him; he might cancel his trip home,” he teased through the closed door.

That helped, and I relaxed even more. I felt reassured that Will was ok with John and me being together. I finished changing and wrapped a robe around me. Will had finished dressing and was sitting at the end of the bed when I came out. He motioned for me to come closer, then, reaching up, he opened my robe and smiled admiringly.

“There's my gorgeous little kitty, you look so salacious. John is going to be a lucky man this morning.” He stood up and kissed me, “You need one more thing.”

That's when I noticed that he had our collar and leash in his hand. He put the collar around my neck with the leash hanging down my back. He hugged me again.

“Now you do what John tells you to do and be a good little kitty for him,” he sounded playful as he patted my bottom. “How long do you want me to give you both?”

I felt myself blush again, “Not too long, I'll text you as soon as we are ready for you to come back. Is that ok?” I felt like a teenager asking for permission to be naughty. My whole body was tingling with excitement and anticipation.

I looked up and smiled at Will. He was looking at me so lovingly, so tenderly. Not one hint of jealousy or regret for what I was about to do. He closed my robe and gave me another hug, then kissed me again and whispered in my ear. “Don't break him. He has a flight to catch later,” he teased.

Will took the leash and led me out of the bedroom. John was standing by Will's chair, waiting for us. Will walked up to John, handing him my leash; “I won't be back til DeeDee texts me. So have fun and take good care of my kitty, but don't take all morning. You still have a flight to catch this afternoon,” he taunted.

With that, he grinned at us both and was out the door, leaving me alone with John.

John and I were standing there, not moving, not saying a word, not even looking at each other. We had just spent the last few days jumping in and out of bed together, so why were we being so timid now?

I broke the trance by slipping out of my robe. Letting it fall to the floor, I stood before John in a silk teddy, a garter belt with fishnet stockings, 3” high heels, and a matching collar, all midnight black. John was holding my leash attached to the collar as I got down on my knees.

I looked up at John with a look I hoped was submissive. I was yearning for him to take charge, to take me. “I'm all yours, sir; tell me what you want me to do for you.”

Part 2: John takes control. Will DeeDee follow his lead?

John looked surprised for a second. Then the look changed as his eyes took in my entire body kneeling before him. He gripped the leash, pulling me toward him. “Follow me, I want to play with Will’s little kitty. Want to see if I can make you purr for me,” he said playfully.

I followed him into his bedroom, crawling on all fours. My body was shaking, and I felt so alive. I hungered to feel John's body next to me; to feel him inside me, my vagina ached for his touch. I felt so excited, so tantalized about what we were about to do. There might even have been a tinge of guilt lurking in the back of my mind. I kept feeling that I wished Will were here, too.

When we got into John's room, he sat on the edge of his bed, pulled my leash, making me stand up in front of him.

“As much as I love how you look all dressed up for me, I like my kitties naked.” John looked me up and down. “I want to watch you strip for me. Take your time so I can enjoy the show.” John was grinning from ear to ear, watching intently.

I slipped out of my heels and set them by the end of the bed. Then I unclipped my stockings, slid them down my long, smooth legs, removing each one slowly. Once I set them aside, I slide off my graterbelt and let it drop to the floor. John was watching every move, every piece as it came off. I could see by the bulge in his pants that he was definitely enjoying the show.

All I had left was my teddy. I slowly pulled it off my bare shoulders, pulling my arms out one at a time while keeping my breasts covered to tease John more. John was staring intensely. I stood there a moment, hiding my breast, making John wait as he stared intensely at me. His bulge grew larger, straining to escape its prison of cloth. I slipped the teddy down to my waist, finally exposing my warm, firm breasts.

My nipples were hard and ached to be touched. John didn’t take his eyes off them. I let my teddy fall to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. That’s when that look returned, the desperate want, the bottomless, raw lust I craved. I stood there, naked, vulnerable, quivering with anticipation, waiting for John’s touch, waiting for John to tell me what he would demand of me next.

John pulled my leash, forcing me to step closer. Close enough, he could reach out and fondle my revealed skin. He ran his fingers across my warm cheek, pushing my hair back as his fingers barely skimmed over my ear, tucking my hair back. John continued caressing my body, just slightly touching me, leaving goosebumps where his fingers had been. I stood as still as I could, but my legs wanted to give out. I need to collapse into John's arms, to feel his warmth. John took his time examining my bare body as his eyes followed each curve and every detail. When he finally reached my hips, he held me firmly and slowly turned me so he could examine the rest I had to offer.

I imagined his eyes following his hands as he continued skimming over my back, gently up my spine, and across my shoulders. Then traveled back down my arms. His touch felt like a whisp of warm air flowing over my skin. Hairs stood up, my muscles tightened, and my groin ached waiting for him to reach it. His hands had finally reached my hips.

Instead of turning me around, his hands crept between my legs, pushing them apart. I slide my feet apart to allow him admission to my heat. He treated my lips and valley to the same, touching me, without making actual contact. It filled me with desire, my muscles tightened, craving to hold him deep inside me.

“Will's kitty looks extremely hot and exquisite naked. Now, it's time for you to undress me, do it slowly, like a good kitty,” he ordered sternly.

I turned back around and saw the bulge in his pants had grown even more. Straining against his zipper, still trying to get free. My hands were shaking as I reached out to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. My heart skipped a beat. He had a t-shirt under it; he wasn't making this easy. I could see by the look in his eyes that he was enjoying every moment of this roleplay. Now I knew why he had gotten dressed; he had planned all along to have me undress him. I got his shirt off, placed it on the bed, then slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head. I stared for a second at his beautiful, hairy chest. I laid the t-shirt down and reached out to feel his chest with my fingers, but he shoved my hand back.

“No, bad kitty,” he scolded, “I told you to undress me, now finish what I told you to do, then maybe I'll let you play.”

I stepped back, dropped back on my knees, and removed his shoes and socks. Then I looked at him, trying to look timid and innocent, and asked, “Sir, will you please stand up so I can remove your pants?”

John stood up for me, and I undid his belt, then slowly slid his pants down to the floor. I gently held each leg as I helped him step out of his pants, then laid them nearly on the bed. The hair on his legs tickled my hands. My Will is clean-shaven all over, so I had forgotten what a hairy man felt like. There was something primal, something rugged in this muscular bear standing before me. My hands were still shaking as I reached for his boxers. They were barely hiding his already swelling cock. I took hold of them and looked up as I slid them down. My face was so close to his body that his cock bounced up, hitting my face, as his boxers fell. His massive shaft was hot, sweaty, and his musk smelled earthy and dark. I felt my pussy tighten more as I craved to have him inside. I wanted it, no, I needed it.

As I sat there staring at his amazing, pulsating shaft, John touched my face, making me jump. With his warm hand against my cheek, he pulled the leash to bring me closer. He tilted my face up as he spoke, “ I can see you want my cock. If you ask nicely, I might let you have a taste,” he flirted as he sat back down.

I was trembling so hard I could hardly speak. I placed my hands on his knees, then gently tried pushing his legs apart. He playfully tightened his muscles, so I had to push harder. I looked up at him again and begged, “Please, sir, can I have permission to hold your cock so I can taste your sweet nectar. Sir, I want that pre-cum that is dripping from you.”

“Now that's the good little kitty I want.” John seemed to enjoy dominating me; I did, too. “Since you're behaving and asked so politely, you can. But if you don't satisfy me, I will discipline you.”

His words sent a bolt of excitement through my body. Now I had to be a brat, so maybe he would put me over his knee and paddle me. My ass was tingling just thinking about his big, rough hands slapping my ass cheeks. But first, I really did want his pre-cum that was on the tip of his cock. I reached out and wrapped both hands around his massive shaft. He was so rigid and searing. The veins on his remarkable shaft were bulging, making it feel rough in my hands. The memory of all of the enormous girth pushing inside me flooded back into my mind, causing my body to ache. I slid my mouth over the head of his penis and swirled my tongue around as I gently sucked. I felt him jump slightly, then push his cock forward, going deeper into my mouth. It was all I could do not to gag as he reached the back of my throat. He tasted better than before. His cock tasted salty, and the smell of his musk filled me with each breath I took in. But his nectar was sweet, thick, and felt velvety in my mouth. I swallowed what little I had gotten, and I continued sucking, trying to get more.

When I got all I thought I could, I decided it was time for my punishment. I looked up and glared mischievously at him as I lightly nipped the tip of his penis. He jerked the leash, making me sit up straighter. For a second, I saw him grinning, but he tried to hide it and look serious.

“Bad kitty,” he scolded, trying to look mad, “what was that? Explain yourself, young lady.”

I stood up and stomped my foot. “I was mad cause I couldn't get more nectar from you,” trying to sound like I was pouting. Then I stuck my tongue out as I mocked, “What are you going to do, put me over your knee and spank me. I'd like to see you try that.” I shouted at him. Then put my hands on my hips and demanded, “I wanted more!” Then I forcefully pulled back against my leash and slapped his swollen cock.

John yanked on the leash, pulling me up to his face. “That's quite enough out of you, young lady!” Then he grabbed my waist and actually picked me up, throwing me across his lap with my ass exposed. “Guess you do need to be disciplined, that wasn't very nice, you're being a very bratty little kitty. You need to be taught some manners.”

Suddenly, without warning, my ass was on fire. His big hand had come down and swatted me, hard. I was actually surprised that he did it, and how hard he slapped me. My ass stung, and I could feel the heat as it turned red. It sent a bolt of pleasure through me. I wanted more. I tried to hide my excitement. His throbbing cock was pressed up against my skin. I knew he was enjoying this too. I started kicking my legs and squirming, like I was trying to get away. John held me tighter as his shaft grew even bigger, pushing against me. He tightened his hold on me, pressing my body against his.

In the brattiest voice I could muster, I yelled, “You bastard, what was that for? You'd better not do that again. I just wanted more nectar.”

“Bad kitties don't get more, bad kitties get spanked,” then slapped me again. Just as hard.

My ass stung as if it had been lit on fire. I almost came that time, so I whispered just loud enough to make sure he heard me. “Please, sir, I want more,” raising my ass, encouraging him to do it again.

John immediately struck my ass, hard as before. I moaned loudly, not holding back. As I came, he smacked my ass again. My bottom stung, but I still wanted more. I needed to feel him punish me. I wanted him to do it again. I knew I deserved this, that I was a very naughty girl. As another orgasm seared through my pussy, I shouted, without even thinking, “Again.”

John slapped my ass again, twice. Before I could even react to the sting and the heat from his hand, John grabbed me, picking me up and shoved me upright on his lap. I loved him treating me like a ragdoll and being rough with me. To feel his muscular hands grip my body with such strength.

We were face-to-face, he wrapped his strong arms around me, held me tight, then kissed me. Pressed his lips against mine, hard. He forced his tongue in, filling my mouth. I could feel the scorching desire, the urgency, the lustful ache we both had in that kiss. I immediately wrapped my legs and arms around his strong, muscular body and squeezed as hard as I could. Waves of ecstasy continued to flow through me. This was precisely what I wanted, what I needed. This primal, hot, hypersexual passion I craved.

John's fully erect, steaming cock was pressed between us. Before I could react, John lifted me again, then impaled me on his massive shaft. Ripping me open, driving himself deep into me, making me scream from pleasure, and gripping him even tighter. I was breathing so hard and fast I couldn't speak, I could barely think. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I felt wild and empowered; I needed more.

I turned my head and bit his ear, hard. John knew what I wanted; he picked me up and slammed me down onto his lap again, then again. I buried my face against his neck to muffle my screams. Each time he slammed me down on him, I came again and again. Where was this exotic animal in me coming from? Every time he thrust that massive cock into me, I saw stars. It hurt so good.

Suddenly, he stood up, still holding me tight against his chest, still buried deep inside my vagina, he turned and actually threw me on the bed. Seconds later, he was on top of me, pounding that massive shaft into me. I don't know how, but I managed to push him back and forced him off. Then rolled over and got on all four with my ass in the air, begging for more. John grabbed my leash, pulling me back as he plunged back into me, hard. When he loosened his hold on the leash, I grabbed a pillow and buried my face so I could scream as loudly as I wanted with each incredible orgasm that devastated my body.

I must have passed out briefly, but only for a second. When I came to, John was still driving into me. He was breathing deeply and groaning. I listened to John slapping against my bottom with each thrust. It felt wonderful as he pounded into me. I pushed my body back to help him get deeper. I thought he was about to cum as his moans got louder. I wanted, no, actually, I needed to feel him cum inside me! The sex was everything I hoped for and more. My body shook. I was exhausted, in the best way. My ass was still on fire from being spanked; it was overwhelming.

I shook my head and tried to shake it off. I could hear that John was getting close to cumming. I needed to help him find his release. Before I could say or do anything, John shoved forward as hard as he could and buried deep inside me. He held my hips tight against his as he filled me with his massive load of hot, sticky cum. I buried myself back into my pillow as I screamed, feeling him throbbing inside me.

His thick, hot cum dripped out of me and ran down across my clit. I came hard again with John, and it still felt incredible. Every muscle in my body was shaking uncontrollably. I pushed back and held John inside me as his breathing slowed and he started getting soft again. John wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me back into a tight hug. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he gently kissed and ran his tongue around my ear. Then return the bite I had given him. My ear ached, and I wanted more.

John cock softened and slipped out of me. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his muscular body again. We held each other close. I took a deep breath and tried to relax in his arms. I was still trembling as my climax finally subsided. As I did, I could tell things were different between us. We both had filled a need, satisfied a craving, and removed the fantasy we had held onto for too long. We started as two desperate, lust-struck strangers, obsessed with each other's bodies. We would leave that bed as two close, loving companions. We managed to move past the mystery of what we thought we yearned for and discovered that what we had was precisely what we needed. John, Will, and I are now a close, loving family.

John kissed me softly and hugged me again. Not sure how long we sat there enjoying the afterglow, the warmth of our bodies. After a while, I gently pushed back slightly.

“As much as I'd love to sit here in your arms all day, sadly, you have a plane to catch. And I need to text Will to come home. Honestly, I'm missing him being here with us.” I leaned back and kissed him gently again, then unwrapped my body from his and got up.

“Ok, you're right. And I miss him too. That was amazing being with you. I hope I wasnt too rough with you. I've just wanted you for so long; it's been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Thank you, DeeDee.” John kissed me back, moved off the bed, and headed to the bathroom.

“Go to the master bath, I'll meet you there after a text, Will.” I watched as John’s cute ass walked out of the room.

Before I jumped up and joined him in the shower, I texted Will to come back home. I realized just how much I ached to have Will hold me in his arms. I was scootin' off the bed when I heard my tummy growl, so I sent Will another text and asked him to bring home a pizza or something for lunch. I had worked up quite an appetite, and I was sure John did too. I sighed, deeply satisfied, and ran to join John in the shower.

John and I had tasted the forbidden fruit; it had been so very sweet, but now it's gone. And that was an extremely good thing.

{Up next: Will returns, then we say goodbye as John heads home.}