The next morning, I was awakened by the kiss Arthur planted on my forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered. Still half-asleep, I mumbled something unintelligible in reply. "I have to get ready for work," he went on.
I immediately started to stir, for I figured he wanted me out of his house by the time he needed to leave. But he stopped me from sitting up. "Get some more sleep. Later on, when you're hungry, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll be home before you have to leave for work."
"Thank you," I whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. Moments later, I was again sleeping so soundly that I didn't hear him slip out of the room.
I stayed in bed until almost noon. When I finally woke, I was ravenous. In Arthur's spacious kitchen, I practically inhaled a sandwich. Then I took a bath, soaking in the tub for ages. Though I was curious to learn more about Arthur, I resisted the urge to snoop. It meant a lot that he trusted me, and I wanted to respect his privacy.
As promised, he arrived home a little after three. He'd brought takeout so that we could share an early dinner. "Thank you so much for this," I told him. Though I'd eaten lunch only a few hours before, my stomach audibly rumbled.
"You need a solid meal to keep up your strength," he said. "I imagine Friday nights are pretty crazy at the bar."
Sitting at his dining room table, we made easy conversation. I asked about his job, and how his day went. At his gentle prodding, I confessed that my roommate was a bit of a nightmare, especially since we shared such a small apartment. "The rent's cheap, though," I added with a shrug.
I could sense Arthur turning this new information about me over in his mind. "Will you be working with Dwight this evening?" he finally asked.
"Yep. We both work till closing." My gaze drifted to the clock on the wall. "Speaking of work, I'd better head out. I need to swing by my apartment and change into clean clothes."
"But you'll be back here tonight, won't you?" Arthur's face was openly hopeful.
I smiled and nodded. "I'll text you before I leave the bar."
A couple of hours later, I arrived at work to start my shift. The place was already a little busy, but not nearly as hectic as it would be in just a short while. Dwight was behind the bar, and when our eyes met, I gave him a smile. He didn't return it. Instead, his expression darkened at the sight of me. I glanced at Mona, hoping for some kind of clue as to what was going on. She only shrugged, her face sympathetic.
When I approached the bar a few minutes later, Dwight didn't give me a chance to say hello. "We need to talk," he told me in a curt voice.
I frowned at this sudden change in him. "It'll have to wait till we go on break," I said. "It's too busy right now."
He practically slammed a glass down on the bar. "It won't wait."
The last thing I wanted was a scene in front of our coworkers and customers, so I hurried to ask Mona if she could cover for me for just a few minutes. "Take an extra long break tonight, and I'll handle your tables," I said to her. She readily nodded in agreement.
Dwight and I went out back, where the daylight seemed harsh in contrast to the bar's shadows. "What's wrong?" I immediately asked.
He folded his arms over his chest, his eyes steely as he regarded me. "I stopped by your apartment today. Your roommate said you spent the night somewhere else."
I just stared at Dwight, waiting for him to go on. When he didn't, I said, "So? What's the problem?"
"So, I knew you had a thing for this guy!" His tone grew more vehement. "Now you're staying at his house? Did you fuck him?"
I started to retort that it was none of his business, but it actually was his business. We'd agreed to be upfront with each other if we were considering having sex with someone else.
"No, I didn't fuck him," I finally replied. "But I want to."
Dwight recoiled at my words. "Is he paying you?"
"No!" My voice had grown dangerously loud. Much more quietly, I added, "I'll never again let him pay for what I'm happy to do for free."
"I can't believe this!" Dwight sputtered. He actually looked wounded.
"What can't you believe? That I'm attracted to someone else?" My anger made me tremble; it was ridiculous that we were wasting time arguing about this! "You don't get to change the rules in the middle of the game, Dwight! You're the one who told me right from the start that you're not interested in a serious relationship."
My outrage clearly took him aback, for he raised his hands and said, "You're right. I'm sorry."
But I wasn't finished. "If you have a problem with me spending time with Arthur, then you and I shouldn't see each other anymore."
I started to head back inside, but he gently grasped my arms. "That's not what I want." All of his indignation had vanished. I let him back me up against the wall and lower his lips to my ear. "I'm sorry for being a jealous asshole," he went on. "I'm not used to sharing." He nuzzled my neck, and I felt the light chafe of his beard. "I want to keep seeing you, Celia. All I can think about is being inside you again."
I moaned at his words. Even now, out here in broad daylight, my body ached for him. All those memories of our fuck in this very spot came flooding back. He seemed to sense my arousal. His lips met mine, and I melted into the deep kiss we shared.
"What about tonight, after work?" I whispered when he finally released me and stepped back. "You and Arthur can have your way with me."
Now, he was the one to moan. "Fuck yes!"
I couldn't help but grin at his eagerness. Once we were back inside, I took a moment to text Arthur: What do you think about Dwight coming over tonight?
As always, he quickly responded. I think that's an excellent idea.
My grin widened when I read his words. My reply was just as fast: This time, I want you to join us. I waited for his answer, holding my breath.
You've just made an old man very happy, Celia.
I felt a giddy rush of excitement, but I had time to send only a kiss emoji before getting back to work.
As the hours went by, my excitement intensified. I was distracted by fantasies of Arthur and Dwight, and I had to repeat drink orders I was given so I didn't get them wrong. Whenever I looked at Dwight, I felt an insistent throb deep in my pussy. His sly grin made me feel like he could read my thoughts.
Once closing time arrived, I was practically humming with anticipation. Dwight and I were quick in saying good night to Mona and seeing her to her car. Soon afterward, we were on our way to Arthur's.
He greeted us in the same manner he had before; his demeanor was friendly toward Dwight, and subtly lustful toward me. Dwight again made us drinks, but instead of engaging in small talk, Arthur got right to the point.
"I know you two care for each other," he said, looking from Dwight to me. "And I don't want to come between that. I simply want to be a part of your life, Celia."
"You are," I said firmly, reaching for his hand. We both turned to Dwight, who wore a faint smile.
"Celia and I aren't exclusive," he told Arthur. "I don't have any right to insist that she not see anyone else. I was the one who wanted to keep our relationship casual." When his eyes met mine, his smile widened a little. "And I realize she doesn't want to be tied down. I'm not going to fuck things up between us by trying to control her."
I went to Dwight and pressed my lips to his. He readily kissed me back, his hands roaming over my body. I could sense his arousal building by the second, just as mine was.
Returning to Arthur, I slipped my arms around his neck. The kiss we shared was slow and full of tenderness. Only when I reached between us to stroke his cock through his pants did he grow more demanding in claiming my mouth.
After breaking the kiss, I looked at them both, my smile wicked. "Bedroom?"
Dwight and Arthur quickly nodded. I let Arthur lead me by the hand, while Dwight followed us. Again, we went to the guest room. I understood that Arthur's bedroom was for me and him only.
The bedside lamp was on, and the covers were turned down. Arthur was always the consummate host. I didn't have to worry about an awkward pause as we assumed our roles, for Dwight was more than ready to take his place behind me. He kissed my neck while lifting the clingy pink top I wore. As he fondled my nipples through my bra, Arthur stood before me, his stare full of raw need. Still, he was gentle in unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. They were almost skintight, but he easily stripped me out of them, then removed my panties as well.
Kneeling at my feet, he leaned forward to give my pussy a teasing lick. I gasped at the feel of his tongue tasting me, and it was all I could do not to press his face firmly between my thighs.
Behind me, Dwight busied himself with getting naked, and I quickly pulled my top over my head. After unfastening my bra, Dwight's hands slid around to cup my bare breasts. I moaned as he toyed with my nipples; already, I was soaking wet. When Arthur stood and began undressing, his movements were quick and deliberate. Like me and Dwight, he was ready to be free of his clothes.
Dwight drew me firmly to him. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, against my skin. My lust got the best of me as I worked my ass against his groin. "Naughty girl," he whispered just before leading me to the bed.
I was thrilled that Arthur didn't hesitate to join us. As he climbed onto the bed, my gaze dropped to his cock. He was well on his way to being fully erect, and my pussy throbbed when I imagined him thrusting deep inside me.
Dwight eased me onto my back, while Arthur knelt between my spread legs. I didn't have time to feel insecure or cling to any remnant of modesty, for these two men were quick to take control. And I was thrilled to surrender it.
It certainly helped that they were both intimately familiar with my naked body by now. Dwight lowered his mouth to my left breast, his fingertips grazing my right nipple. As Arthur rested on his stomach, his face just inches from my wet cunt, I released faint cries, making no effort to hide how desperate I was to be pleasured by their mouths and hands and, most of all, their cocks.
Dwight circled his lips around my nipple, moaning with pleasure while suckling that peak. My cries grew louder when Arthur spread my outer lips farther apart. He licked me from my entrance to my clit, sending a blissful shiver through me. His breath was warm against my folds, and he set about tasting every inch of my pussy. Unlike Dwight, he didn't tease me. Instead, he used the tip of his tongue to caress my clit, gradually applying more pressure until it became relentless.
"Oh, my God!" I wailed.
Dwight sat up, giving me a clear view of Arthur. He appeared enraptured while devouring my pussy, his eyes closed and his tongue never ceasing. When I started writhing, Dwight held me down. His grin was devilish as he said, "Let the man have his way with you, Celia."
"He's already got me close!" I moaned. Dwight's grip on me loosened enough so that I was able to grind my pussy against Arthur's face. He made an encouraging sound from low in his throat just before suckling my swollen pearl.
I stared down at him in a kind of dazed wonderment. The man was incredible at eating pussy! I wondered if the time he spent pleasuring me with the vibrator had made him more aware of the stimulation I needed in order to come. My thighs quaked on either side of him, and Dwight pushed me closer to climax by pinching and tugging my nipples.
Again, I had to be restrained. This time, it was because of the fierce orgasm overtaking me. Dwight's hands were firm in holding me so that Arthur could continue his exquisite stimulation. I gazed down at him as I shuddered and moaned. His own stare was determined; he seemed more than willing to do this all night.
But he didn't need to. Even as I came down from the orgasm, breathing hard and squirming in Dwight's grasp, Arthur returned to sucking my clit. A helpless scream escaped my throat as I surrendered to another climax. His mouth coaxed forth spasm after spasm until I was quivering and pleading for mercy.
Dwight gave me no time to recover. I was still breathing fast when he knelt beside me and then guided his cock to my lips. Eagerly, I extended my tongue and swirled it around his tip.
"Ah, yes!" he groaned.
Now that my clit was too sensitive for any more attention, Arthur grasped my legs and gently guided them upward. As I wrapped my lips around Dwight's dick, he seized my left calf, holding my leg aloft. In this position, I was spread wide, my pussy displayed to Arthur like a gift. Taking Dwight's cock deeper, I moaned as my mouth moved down his shaft. With his free hand, he teased my nipple, which was still wet with his spit.
It was then that I felt Arthur's finger at my entrance. He eased it inside, massaging my inner walls, and the sounds emerging from my throat encouraged him to add another.
Dwight began pumping his hips with a shallow rhythm. He knew my gag reflex was weak at best, but he was still careful while fucking my mouth. As I welcomed his tip into my throat, I felt Arthur withdraw his fingers from my pussy, only to replace them with his tongue. He worked the tip inside me, and my eyes widened at the sensation of being so intimately penetrated.