Andrew froze, nearly choking on his saliva as he watched with wide, frightened eyes as Mr. Dawson calmly went over to the coffee machine to fix himself a cup. He then turned to face Andrew, just a few feet away, leaning a hip against the counter and taking a slow drink of his coffee as he looked down at the show Sally was putting on with a bright look in his eyes.
And then the other man’s heated gaze dragged up along Andrew’s half dressed form to meet his gaze and Andrew wasn’t entirely what he saw in the other man’s eyes. He’d seen it over the past couple weeks and thought it was a level of loathing, but now - now Andrew was so sure it was loathing at all. It made him super confused.
Andrew turned his head to look away from Mr. Dawson, his chest rising and falling harder as Sally moaned around his cock, the vibration delicious against his cock. It had been too long to remember when the last time he’d gotten blown. His head fell back at that as he leaned more heavily against the counter, moaning softly. When she gently scratched his tightening balls he gasped, his toes curling as he began to feel his orgasm building, sucking in a breath as he let out a quiet moan-
When she gave his balls a tight little squeeze he shuttered and came hard, gasping her name as he came in her mouth.
Sally pulled off of him as soon as he finished and he shook violently, the sign he’d had a good orgasm, and she spit his cum into the sink before rinsing out her mouth as his shaking increased. He wished he was in bed right now - nothing was better than being in bed after a good orgasm, cuddling with Sally.
“You’re always so cute after you cum.” Sally cooed then, wrapping her arms around him as his hand slipped away from the counter, Andrew falling to lean against his elbows as he continued to shake in her arms, gasping as he opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. Sally giggled against his chest as he lowered his chin to look down at her with a heady gaze, his mouth agape as he continued to breath hard, panting. “Let’s go take a shower and clean the cafe stink off of you,” She purred up and him, reaching up to tenderly touch his face.
Andrew’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her touch, swallowing thickly as he nodded a little, swaying a little on his feet.
“You too, Corey.” Sally said then in a sing song tone.
Andrew’s eyes snapped open and he looked to Corey to see the other man pawing at his crotch, where Andrew saw a thick, heavy-looking erection pressing against the inside of a pair of sweatpants Andrew had just been wearing yesterday. His gaze shot up to see Mr. Dawson was staring right at him, watching. Andrew sputtered and looked back at Sally just as she was pulling away, quickly leaning down to pull up his pants before she hooked a finger into where the last of his buttons were joined halfway down his shirt, revealing the white undershirt underneath.
Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, as Sally pulled Andrew away from the counter by the last of his buttons, he turned to see Mr. Dawson strip out of his almost too tight shirt, revealing a long expanse of heavy, hard muscle and scars, the body of a freaking gladiator. Andrew was impressed and also a little scared, but mostly he just felt intensely inadequate standing next to him under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. As Sally dragged Andrew away toward the stairs, he saw Corey following after them with a dangerous look in his stormy gray eyes.
He looked like he wanted to eat Andrew, and that scared the shit out of him. There was no way Andrew would win that fight if Mr. Dawson decided to kick his ass, and he was pretty sure that that was what Mr. Dawson wanted, judging by the look in his eye. He caught sight of the older man reaching down to grab at his large erection through his pants and Andrew turned back to face forward, the color draining from his face.
Mr. Dawson was definitely going to kick Andrew’s ass. He was all over his territory, getting blow jobs from his wife - and Andrew had the balls to cum in front of him, gasping out Sally’s name.
Andrew’s let himself be dragged into the master suite, where Sally suddenly sat him down on the bed before she sat down close to him, laying her legs over his to lean close in such a way that Andrew could see her breast, the top of her robe parting to reveal just enough to get his foolish dick stirring again.
“So I think we need to have a little talk before we wash up.” Sally said with a little sigh, reaching out to easily undo the last of Andrew’s button’s with one of her hands.
Her husband came to stand at bottom of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at Andrew with a blank look on his face, his gaze guarded.
Andrew anxiously looked up at him before he looked back to Sally’s calm expression.
“I love you so much, Andy.” Sally said softly, reach up to brush her fingers against Andrew’s cheek.
Andrew still, saying back a breathless “I love you, too.” He didn’t miss the way her husband’s face seemed to harden a fraction and he swallowed thickly, growing nervous again.
“I want to continue being with you because I love what we have so much,” She said, running her hand up and down his chest, his cotton undershirt the only thing between their skin. “I love who you are, and I love how we take care of each other, and the kind of people we are together. You make me feel...so together, you know?” She asked with a little smile. He nodded a little at that with a soft look. “But...I’m married to Corey.”
Andrew’s smile fell and his stomach dropped. His gaze cut briefly to Mr. Dawson’s schooled expression before it jumped back to Sally.
“And Corey and I ...we had a really long talk yesterday while you were at work, and we want to give this a try. It’s what Corey and I both need to move on from all the bad things we’ve gone through.” She said carefully. Andrew felt his throat begin to tighten. “But I think the three of this can make this work.” She said firmly, scooting closer to Andrew, her legs bending to hook under his and hold him tighter, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I think you, Corey and I could be really good together, just the three of us.”
“Together?” Andrew croaked, his expression showing exactly how confused he was about this.
“I’ve seen how you take care of Corey, and that’s something I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever do.” she chuckled, rolling her eyes with a playful look, “He’s just too much to handle by myself...and I know I’m too much to handle for one man as well.” She said with a little giggle.
“But you’re not,” Andrew reassured her gently, “Really!”
Her gaze softened and she petted his face. “But I am, Andy. I know I am.”
His face scrunched up with upset as he tried to deny this. “But I’ve been-”
“Wonderful.” she cut him off, silencing him by placing a finger to his lips. “But sweetie, I need...more. A lot more to be happy and fully satisfied. I’m just not...wired for a relationship with just one man. This way...it’ll be perfect.” She said in a silky tone as she dragged her finger down his lips, then slowly down his throat. “You are so wonderful Andy...you’d be so good to balance us out. The three of us would make me so happy together.”
Andrew felt his eyes start to sting. “I-” He scoffed, “I don’t think this would work.” He said, his gaze darting over toward Mr. Dawson, the defined eight pack of muscles on his abdomen in particular before he quickly looked back to Sally.
“You’d love it, trust me.” She reassured him, taking his face in her hands as her face crumbled. “If we couldn’t make this work…” her gaze dropped to his lips. “I would be so...disappointed.” She struggled out. Andrew’s stomach twisted at the word and he dropped his gaze to where her legs were in his lap. “I love you so much, Andy...you should try this, for me. I know you’ll learn to love the kind of fun we’d have together.”
Andrew swallowed thickly as he let her words sink in. After a minute, he slowly dragged his gaze up her perfect form, following the trial of skin exposed from the parted lips of her robe. He finally met her gaze. “How would...it even work?” He asked weakly, his chin lowered and his hair hanging in his face, obscuring Mr. Dawson from his peripheral view.
Her gaze brightened. “Well,” She started with a cheerful tone, “It wouldn’t be all that different than normal. It’s just be that we wouldn’t have to tip toe around having sex - we can have it as a couple, or with all three of us together. If two are having sex, the third can join. They’re be no jealousy or anxiety about being to loud, or not being involved, because we’d all technically be dating each other!” she said brightly before she leaned forward to press a slow kiss to his lips, reaching back to scratch at his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. When she pulled away, she pulled away just enough to meet his gaze, her lashes fluttering. “Promise me you’ll give it your best try, Andy?” She breathed against his lips. “For me?”
Andrew hesitated before he nodded, leaned forward to kiss her tentatively. He relaxed as she leaned into the kiss and opened his mouth for her to lick inside his mouth before she pulled away, holding his face to press several butterfly kisses over his face briefly.
She pulled back fully then. “Now let’s get clean. Together.” She said with her usual coy smile, the one that made her look all the more beautiful in Andrew’s eyes.
Andrew swallowed thickly as she stood and pulled him up with her, dragging him past where Mr. Dawson stood watching to bring him over to the bathroom. She began to help strip him, and once he was naked, she slowly took off her robe to reveal her sun kissed, naked body. She stepped forward to press up against him, wrapping her arms around him to kiss him deeply before she began to walk backward toward the shower, Andrew following along to join her inside.
When they broke apart, he watched through heavy lids as she turned to look out of the shower and he turned his face a little to see Mr. Dawson drop his sweatpants, revealing strong, muscular thighs and exposing his long, thick erection, which looked larger and angrier than the outline that pressed against his pants just a few minutes ago.
Andrew shivered and looked back to Sally, bowing his head to kiss her gently behind her ear before he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to suck gently on her throat, Sally moaning as he did so, the sound echoing around the inside of the shower walls.
When Mr. Dawson stepped into the shower, Andrew could tell just by the body heat the other man radiated, Andrew shivering as the warmth of the other man soaked into his back. He listened as the glass shower door was pulled closed and tensed a fraction as he listened to the older man sigh through his nose, shifting behind him as their naked skin came as close to touching without actually doing so.
Sally giggled as she leaned away from Andrew to turn on the water, Andrew jolting when he was hit with cold water that quickly began to warm. A large hand reached up over the top of Andrew’s head and he lowered his chin to bow his head as the shower head was adjusted, the jet stream changing to a fine, hot mist that sprayed down over the three of them.
Sally hummed as she reached down and started to stroke at Andrew’s soft cock, Andrew reaching up to run his hands over her mist-covered hair, smoothing it back as she looked up at him with an adoring look. His heart swelled at it. He didn’t want to lose this, he didn’t think he could stand not having her look at him like she was now.
He couldn’t lose that. He couldn’t go back to being alone.
He didn’t think he would be able to breathe without her there.
He couldn’t do it.
He leaned down and kissed her gently before she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his hips. When he felt Mr. Dawson lay a heavy hand on his shoulder, he flinched and nearly bit his own tongue, leaned away from Sally to look around the shower with an anxious look before he looked at the long, calloused fingers on his shoulder.
“Let us take care of this, baby.” Sally purred as she gave his cock an insistent pump, Mr. Dawson’s hand on his shoulder tightening a fraction before he dragged it slowly toward Andrew’s throat.
“No, I- I’m just going to-” Andrew wiggled out of her hold and dropped his shoulder to shake Mr. Dawson out before he hastily slid out of the shower and firmly closed the shower door behind himself. “I’m just going to go make breakfast, you guys - just - I’ll see you both downstairs.” He said in a hurry before he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
“Are you sure?” Sally called after him.
“Yup!” Andrew chirped back in reply as he hurried out of the bathroom, firmly closing the bathroom door behind him. The door was closed for a full five seconds before the married couple inside started bickering, their voices too low for him to hear what it was exactly they were arguing over.
Andrew hurriedly went downstairs then, his head full of so many thoughts he could grab a single one without panicking about the rest.
What the hell was happening?
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