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"Benedict."
Benedict turned to his right.
She was stunning — her charisma like a tornado in the middle of the room. A blonde in a black off-the-shoulder evening gown, arm in arm with a handsome man with curly brown hair and blue eyes, both of them staring straight at the young couple. His gaze pierced through them, surprised and delighted to see him.
Benedict smiled at her.
“Come with me, they’re friends,” he whispered to Sophie, coughing slightly as he scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll just say hello.”
It wasn’t unusual for Benedict to be socially involved, but something about his tone felt… off, to Sophie.
He walked up to them.
“It’s been a long time,” the blonde woman said, taking his hand.
He nodded, lips pressed together. Sophie noticed the blush rising on his cheeks.
He reached for the man’s hand and patted his shoulder as they shook hands.
“Didn’t you forget something?” Sophie asked.
“Oh—sorry.” He shook his head, then smiled. “Sophie, this is Tilley and Paul. My friends. Tilley and Paul, this is Sophie. My wife.”
“When did this happen?” Tilley grinned from ear to ear, lightly touched her neck with her hand.
“We’ve been dating for almost two years,” Sophie said, eyes sparkling, “We got married six months ago.”
“Oh, amazing! We didn’t know.” Tilley said, her tone warm but surprised.
Sophie couldn’t help but notice the diamond ring on Tilley’s finger.
“Sorry if this is rude,” she said, taking a small breath. “Is that a diamond ring?”
“Yes,” Tilley replied, glancing at Paul. “He proposed two weeks ago.” She rested her hand gently on his shoulder; he looked at her and smiled.
“Congratulations!” Sophie beamed.
Benedict tried to smile.
“We’ll probably do an hour’s tour of the area, then head home,” Tilley said. “Want to come sit with us for a glass of wine after?”
“No—”
Benedict began, but Sophie cut him off.
“Yes, of course.”
“Sophie, I need to talk to you.” Benedict whispered. “Alone.”
He gave a slight tilt of his head, signaling where he wanted her to follow.
“Excuse me. He’s not usually like this,” Sophie said with an apologetic smile.
“But sometimes he is,” Paul chimed in, smirking.
She followed him to the garden outside the museum.
"Are you okay?” Sophie tried to whisper to him.
"I don't think we should have a drink at their place." He said and turned to her.
“Why?”
“I don't trust her that it will just be wine.” he said.
“I thought they were your friends.” She said,
"I did things with her." He said.
"With Tilley?" she asked.
"So, she was a little more than a friend." He said.
"Okay." She said.
"And there was a night when he was there too..." he said.
“So…” She smiled. "You had a threesome with them.”
Sophie raised her eyebrows.
“Yes.” He stopped and looked at her with a wrinkled forehead and narrow eyes. "Aren't you disgusted or angry?"
"I guess that's a bit surprising." She said “When did this happen?”
“A year or so before I met you.” He said.
“Oh, almost four years. That’s a long time ago," she said. “I know you are attracted to men. I didn't know you’d had an experience like that."
"This was my first experience with a man.” He said.
"What if I told you I want to go to their place with you and experience something similar?" She took both hands and placed them on both of his shoulders.
"'We can go on Tinder and find a guy or a couple there.” He said.
“It could take us months to find somebody there.”
“Tilley and I had to break that up because she said she had feelings for me.” He said.
“Oh, I understand that." She looked at the couple, arm in arm, talking about one of the paintings. "She's engaged now; it looks like she's moved on.” She said "I understand it can be awkward." She looked back at him. "We could get out of there if something you or I didn’t like were to happen; we could just go home."
A few seconds of silence passed between them.
Sophie looked into his eyes, “Do you still find them attractive?”
“Is that a trick question?” Benedict asked.
“If you don’t, we won’t go.” She said, “And be honest!”
Benedict looked at the grass. “Yes, they are still attractive to me.” He looked back at her. “Do you find them attractive?” He held her back.
“I don’t know them like you do.” She said “He is a handsome guy. She is pretty and intimidating. I may be a little scared of being in the same room with her.”
“Yes, she has that energy.” He said.
"Did she ever tie you up?" She whispered.
“Sophie.” He said.
“Answer!” she said.
“Yes, she did.” He said with a shy chuckle.
Sophie bit her lip. “Maybe that’s my opportunity to learn a thing or two from her.”
He laughed. “Really?” Narrowing his eyes at her with a half-smile.
“Yes.” She said, “Tied you up, had a threesome with two hot people, what an inspiration.”
Benedict bowed his head to kiss her on the lips.
“Come on, Ben, let's go inside,” she said.
They entered the museum. Sophie looked for the other couple and spotted Tilley’s dress on the floor above, looking out from a small balcony.
"There she is." Sophie said, "You can talk to her alone."
"What? Why me?" he said.
"I don't need the closure with her," she said "I think it's something you need to do before we try and have an orgy"
He looked around to see if anyone heard her. “Please be quieter.”
“I'll be fine. Go to her." She said.
"Okay, I'll go.” He tried to speak quietly.
Benedict stood in front of the staircase, took a few deep breaths, carefully climbed the stairs, and when he reached them, he looked at her and leaned against the wall next to her.
"Hello." He said, trying to find her eyes.
A small smile appeared across her face. "Hey there." She looked at him while her body was still in front of the window.
Then she turned her head back to the window.
“Where is Paul?” He looked at her through the reflection of the window.
"In a gallery that doesn't interest me,” she said.
"I guess we should have a conversation before we come to your place for wine,” he said the last word in a sarcastic voice, and his gaze returned to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She looked at him, a smile flickered across her face
“Yes, so…” Benedict said, "I don't think the invitation was entirely innocent."
"And what does she think?" Tilley asked.
"If that’s the case, she's down for it,” Benedict said.
Tilley laughed.
"Which is surprising given that she's never done it with more than one person at the time and has less experience than me," he said.
"Sounds like a courageous woman.” She kept her gaze trained out the window. "So, did she cure your impostor syndrome?"
"How-" His face looked confused.
She shrugged. "Maybe we should talk about the last time we talked alone,” he said. “I guess your opinion has changed on certain things.”
"When I was in that conversation, I felt things for you, and it was after a long time of being numb.” She sighed. “It's unfortunate of me to react like that.”
"Don't blame yourself." He said.
"I'm not blaming anyone, I don't think either of us is at fault," she said. "We were two people experiencing something for the first time, and it clashed. It was at the wrong time. Sometimes it happens."
"Is it different now?" He looked at her.
She looked at her ring. "Him and I. It was a month or so later." She said, "I didn't contact him at first because he reminded me of-" She looked back at Benedict.
"I'm sorry." He passed his hands over his face.
"Don't blame yourself." She said.
"It's hard because you almost lost the closest person to you because of me." He said.
"I'm going to marry him because of you." She looked at him and raised her voice a little, and then there was silence between them.
She looked at the window again. "I grew up in a very strict house. We had money, but my parents told me I had to marry rich; they wouldn't support me in any way." She said "I married this guy; it wasn't for love. I knew if I didn't continue, I would have nothing."
"Did you like him?" he asked.
"Not even a little." She said, “I won't tell you everything because it's a lot. But I didn't have much control over my life. Then he died, and salvation came."
Benedict smiled.
"I took myself on a date to see a play. That's where I found Paul."
"But how did you get to this point?" he asked, pointing at her ring.
"A few weeks after our conversation,” she said. "He insisted on seeing me after I tried to escape him. I told him about our conversation."
"And...?" he said.
"He said love is unlimited; it's not property," she said. "There's always enough of it."
Benedict watched her with a starry eyed smile as she continued.
"That jealousy is natural, but it's a fear that someone will leave you and be completely alone," she said. "And we should treat it like."
"He's wise." He said.
"I blamed myself, and of course, he said it just wasn't the right time. And that if I was afraid of the dark, I wouldn't go jogging in the middle of the night just to frighten myself." She continued. "He slept at my place, just slept at my place. We didn't do anything; he made sure I wasn't alone. And the bond between us developed even more.At first, we agreed that it was just me and him, that was back then."
"I understand that now is different." he said.
“I have lovers, some more serious and some less serious." She said "And he has too.”
“I’m glad you're in a good place.” He said.
“You’re in a monogamous relationship?” She looked at him.
“Yes,” he said hesitantly.
“Don't feel bad about it. To each on their own,” she said. “Are you okay with your wife being with another man tonight?”
“I guess so, I'm more worried about her feelings than mine.”
"Can you explain?” She turned her body and leaned slightly on the railing, making eye contact.
"What if she feels it's too much and can't express it?" he asked.
"With some of my partners, I have a set word that they say when they want to stop, and the situations with them are much less complicated,” she said.
“Like a safe word?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” He tilted his head to the side slightly.
"Let's keep some mystery for tonight." She smiled and patted his lapel. "You remember where I live, right?"
"Not really, but I have your number." He tapped his phone a few times, and a ringing sound came from her purse.
She took out her phone and hung up. "Great, I'll send you the address. Send me the safe word after you two decide. I need to find Paul." She turned her back on him.
"Tilley." He told her in a slightly raised voice.
"Yes?" She turned to him.
"Let's take it slow tonight, okay?" he said.
She nodded her head and smiled. "Of course." And then she turned and walked away.
Benedict knocked on the door; Tilley opened the door for them.
"Glad you're here." She smiled at them. "Come in."
She tilted her head to the side and opened the door for them.
They entered and she followed them inside. "There's a sushi platter on the way," Tilley said
"At least you’ve bought me dinner before you’re going to fuck me," Benedict said
Sophie elbowed him.
"Exactly." Tilley smiled at him, then at Sophie. "It's fine. I know his sense of humor, and I even miss it."
She led them into the living room, where Paul stood before them.
He held Tilley's shoulder and kissed her lips, then turned his eyes to their company. He took Sophie's hand and kissed it.
"What do you think?" Tilley asked, "Lovely, isn't she?"
"She's perfect," Paul said.
Sophie blushed a little.
"She's the reason they're here," Tilley said.
He let go of Sophie's hand. "I was worried about you." He said and looked at Tilley.
"It's nice of you, my love, but you shouldn't have " Tilley said.
Paul looked at Benedict.
"I'm stopping myself from greeting you with a kiss." He said , "I'm sure the ladies wouldn't mind."
The thought of Benedict kissing a handsome man suddenly aroused Sophie, but she felt overwhelmed at the same time.
"I think we'll leave that for later," Benedict said
"What do you think?" He turned his gaze to Sophie.
"Don't put her in a corner like that." Tilley said, “You don't have to answer Sophie.”
"I think it would be stunning.” She looked at her husband by her side, “But it's still very early."
Benedict smiled warmly at her and held her hand in his.
"We'll loosen things up with a chat, food and wine." Tilley said, "We don't have to rush anywhere." "Please sit down."
Benedict and Sophie sat on the couch.
They heard the couple's conversation behind their backs.
"The Uber will be here shortly." She said "Paul, bring the sushi."
They heard whispers behind them, and the word "pause" came from Tilley
"But when will it end?" Paul said. His voice sounded desperate.
"Don't worry about that, you'll know." She said
After he left the room, she sat across from them. "I think it's time to talk about more technical things." Tilley said, "Of course, Paul and I are sexually active with other people, but don't worry, we take a break when we need to and go get tested together. We also take prep every day.”
"That's good to know," Benedict said, trying to navigate through all the information he had heard.
"And there's no worry that I'll get pregnant," Tilley said.
"Can I ask why?" Sophie asked.
"It's too personal for me to open up about now." She smiled and looked away a little.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that." Sophie said.
"It's okay, it makes sense to have questions like that." Tilley said "Do we have to use condoms with you and Paul or-"
Sophie blushed. “I…just I’m-”
"I ask because it's better to be safe than sorry. No act is set in stone," she tried to find her eyes.
"I have an IUD," Sophie said
"Good, good choice," Tilley said, "Some risks we can't take."
"It's okay, us too," Benedict said.
"Do you have any boundaries?" Tilley asked
They were silent.
"Sometimes you discover boundaries as you go, and that's the best way, the main thing is to remember the safe word,” Tilley said.
Paul returned with the sushi platter in his hands.
"Oh, we just finished the conversation you don't like because you think it's unsexy and uninspiring," Tilley said to Paul.
"So does that mean I should say goodbye to them?" Paul said, "You might dry up those poor two's libido." He put the plate on the coffee table.
Benedict bit his lip and put his hand over his mouth.
"It's still important." She got up from the couch. "I'll bring plates. You organize everything related to the wine."
Paul and Tilley walked into the kitchen together.
After a few minutes, the four around the coffee table passed the chopsticks, and Paul poured wine.
"Would you like to start first? How did you meet?" Tilley asked.
"It's a bit complicated," Benedict said.
"Complicated?" Paul asked with a smile.
"Honey, if things weren't complicated, you wouldn't be sitting here." Tilley said, "We can handle it."
"It just when I snuck into a Halloween party I wasn't supposed to attend," Sophie said.
Tilley and Paul smiled and then looked at each other.
"You weren't invited?" Paul asked and looked back at her.
"I wasn't invited. I just wanted one night off." Sophie said "My stepmother didn't give me a single moment of freedom. "
“Was your stepmother still your guardian?” Tilley asked.
"She forged my father's will, saying that I would receive my father's inheritance if I stayed home and obe-“ She stopped herself. “Listened to her, and I would also have to work for them." “That sounds terrible - I hope you got things sorted out,” Tilley said,
“Oh, we did. It took a long time, but we did,” Benedict said, looked at Sophie and smiling.
"What happened after the Halloween party? You started dating?" Paul asked.
Tilley's face seemed frozen, and she was leaning back on the couch.
"We didn't go out, I disappeared, he didn't recognize me, and it turns out that a few months later, he became my boss," Sophie said.
"Your boss? Scandalous," Paul smiled.
"I wasn't exactly her boss; my brother was part of the board of the magazine "Lon-ton', “ Benedict said.
"A notorious magazine," Paul noted.
“Indeed, and he couldn't stand the fact that I didn't do anything, he pulled me by the ear to be there with him every day," Benedict said.
Tilley squeezed Paul's hand. He leaned back beside her, and they started whispering to each other. “Okay, I'll try." Tilley said to Paul.
“Is something wrong?" Sophie asked.
Tilley straightened her back.
“No dear, I just." Tilley's eyes were teary. "I'm sorry you went through that."
“It's okay, I'm fine now.” Sophie looked at her.
“And God forbid I don't want to open old wounds, we are here to enjoy ourselves,” Tilley said. took a deep breath. “I went through something similar.”
“Really?” Sophie asked.
“Maybe. I don't know, but it doesn't matter how similar it is.” “What I wanted to say is that I found a method, I'll be honest, it's not a magic solution but a way to explore yourself. a way to take control and release.”
"Okay, sounds interesting.” Sophie smiled and blinked slowly.
"If you want, I'll try to guide and teach you in the little time we have.” Tilley smiled at her,
“I want to learn from you.” Sophie said.
“Great.” Tilley giggled.
Then she turned her gaze to Benedict, "And of course, your husband is drooling on my carpet."
His mouth is open, Sophie takes two fingers and lifts his chin to make him close his mouth, he smiles and takes her hand, she buries her head in his arm for a few seconds while they giggle
"Of course, it's just a bonus." Tilley raises her hand towards Benedict, "The main thing is you."
"I understand," Sophie said.
"Good," Tilley said
After they had talked for a while and finished their food, Paul and Tilley cleared their plates and the tray. They sat down, and they kept talking.
"Are we allowed to smoke in here?" Benedict asked Tilley.
"For tonight, yes." She said, leaned back, and looked at Paul. He looked at her, took her hand, and kissed it
"Is there an ashtray here?" Benedict asked.
"On a small table next to the armchair." Paul pointed.
Benedict got up, took the ashtray, and sat down.
"I have at least three joints here," he said, taking one out of his jacket pocket.
He lit the joint in his mouth and passed it to Sophie.
"It makes sense that you bring your joints here." She said she took a drag. "It doesn't make sense that you smoke on your father's anniversary, at a family reunion."
"Excuse me? I can't stand Anthony on this day without drugs." He said, sipping from his glass of wine.
"Can we share?" Paul asked.
"The joint?" Sophie looked at him.
"We can start with the joint and then share other things your husband has," Paul said.
She giggled and passed it to him.
Benedict started coughing from the sip he took.
"You have to be careful with those jokes, Paul," Tilley said.
"Yeah, you almost killed him," Sophie said and smiled at her husband.
His cheeks were flushed. and smiled at her, then at another couple.
“Are you okay?” Sophie asked.
“Yes, but I’m probably completely red,” Benedict said to her.
"Red is a good start,” Tilley said.
"Speaking of Red. Or any other color for that matter." Benedict said "When we spoke today, did you say something about impostor syndrome?"
"An artist with imposter syndrome," Tilley said.
“I didn’t tell you any of this at that time,” Benedict said.
"Benedict, it's hard not to notice an artist you spend a lot of time with, even if his artistic instincts are suppressed. "It's in the language, in the way you talked about food, about books, about lovemaking," Tilley said with a smile, “I'm just glad you found your way.”
Benedict drank his glass of wine in one go.
"And don't overdo it with the wine. I need you to be conscious tonight,” Tilley said.
Benedict smiled sarcastically at her.
“Do you also write or paint?” Paul asked Sophie.
“I'm no- “Sophie said.
“She writes sometimes,” Benedict said, exhaling smoke.
“Ben!” She looked at him with an embarrassed smile.
“I am surprised.” Paul tried to get closer to her on the sofa. “What do you usually write?”
“Nothing,” She shook her head a little. “Like a vulgar and raunchy wo-“
“Do you mean like erotic poetry?” Paul asked.
“That's exactly what she writes!” Benedict said and passed the joint to Paul, over his wife.
Sophie closed her eyes tightly.
“Can I read it?” Paul said and smoked.
“I mean, he already outed me, so yeah,” Sophie said.
Benedict put his finger along the middle of his closed lips. "Shush.” He smiled and took his wallet out of his pocket. He took a folded paper and handed it over to Paul.
Sophie's face was flushed. She leaned her back against the back of the sofa, her hand on the edge of her forehead.
Just look at me with your gaze,
your lips are the sun
and my hips are the western sea.
Awe comes over me
as I watch this beautiful scene.
Your shoulders are a mountain
that I tried to climb,
but every touch pulls me down
into valleys of time.
I soar within the line
between your chest—
unsure,
afraid I’m a burden.
You stop me,
fingers warm against my doubt,
and tell me
“The runway is for you.”
And I felt the waves of takeoff
between my fingers and toes.
"It's good and full of passion." He said after a few seconds of reading the poem.
“I thought we'd met Benedict's muse; I didn't know Benedict was also the muse himself.” He handed the paper to Tilley, who stared, already reading behind his shoulder.
"We have kind of a ritual, when I tell him I've written a new poem, he knows he has to light candles and buy my favorite wine. And after I sit and read to him, then I’m... I mean we-" she said.
"Make love?" Paul asked.
Sophie nodded.
"That’s beautiful," Tilley said.
Paul stubbed out the joint in the ashtray.
"I know we said we should slow it down, but can I at least kiss you?" Paul said quietly and looked into her eyes. “I just want to show you how much I appreciate you.”
Paul approached her, brushing his fingertips against hers where her hand rested on the sofa. He watched her lips as she took his hand and looked to Benedict.
Benedict nodded and smiled.
Sophie took Benedict's hand and stroked it with her thumb.
She glanced at Paul. "You can."
Benedict held her hand in both of his.
She came close to his face, and then their lips touched; his moves were gentle and soft.
His scent was of men's cologne mixed with expensive cigarettes, but also a bit of rose musk.
Benedict released her hand and she ran it through Paul's hair. They stopped the kiss, looking each other in the eyes.
Benedict leaned in a little and kissed Paul. He gently moved between his upper and lower lips, then moved on to do the same with Tilley.
Sophie's heart raced as she went back to kiss Paul.
She slowly started to deepen her kiss.
“Come here.” Tilley said.
Sophie broke away from the kiss to see what was happening around her. Paul held her thigh with one hand, his other hand sliding between her neck, shoulder, and chest.
She saw Benedict sitting next to Tilley, over Paul's shoulder.
Tilley caught her eye, while Benedict kissed Tilley under the ear. “I guess you don't mind if I borrow him from you, right?” She lifted his chin with her finger.
“I don’t.” Then she groaned as Paul started licking her neck, closing her eyes as he explored every inch of her neck and her cleavage with his mouth, holding her thighs pinning her to his pelvis, while one of her hands tangled in his hair, the other stroking his back, then tugging at his shirt.
Tilley’s voice rang out in the background, “Paul takes your shirt off and go down on her.”
Paul opened his button-down shirt while kissing her gently. He shrugged it off, pulling his undershirt over his head.
Sophie kicked off her shoes, rubbing her hands over Paul’s chest. He went on his knees as she scooted down and he pulled off her underwear under her dress as he looked up into her eyes.
Sophie bracketed him with her thighs, watching him as he began a trail of kisses down her inner thigh then up the other until reached her pussy, gently circling her clit with his lips and sucking.
Benedict and Tilley were in the middle of a kiss when they heard Sophie’s moan. Sophie's head fell back as Paul’s head was between her legs. Sophie's mouth was open, and she couldn't say anything except take heavy breaths and small sighs. She lifted her head and stroked Paul’s curls.
“Good boy,” Tilley said to Paul. She looked back at Benedict, “Are you good?” she asked.
His gaze seemed a little sunken, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I can tell him to stop if it's too much." Tilley said.
"I'm fine. " He looked at the floor, cleared his throat, and then at her. “Do you want the same treatment?”
“We'll get there, don't worry, but our game will be a little different.” She whispered to him and looked at his lips, then his eyes.
A smile appeared on Benedict’s face, "Now I'm a little scared."
"I hope it's a good scared.” She whispers
He whispered back, “Oh, certainly,” and smirked, kissing her lips
“Good. That’s good,” Tilley whispered. She kissed him again. “You remember your safe word, right?”
“Yes, but I thought that’s more for Sophie than me,” he said.
She chuckled and kissed him harder than before. “Oh, that’s for you too.” She came up from her seat. “Stay there.” She turned to him. “Open your shirt and get your arms to each side.”
He leaned back, opened his shirt and stretched his arms to either side, looking at her.
“That's right.” She said.
"Can you call me the same thing you called Paul before?" He says, blushing, his eyes slightly drifting downward.
Tilley smiled, leaning down to him, holding onto the sofa, and then takes him by the chin. "Good boy." She kissed him, pushing her tongue past his lips aggressively.
“Mmm!” Benedict said as he tried to keep up when she bit his lower lip.
Tilley tilted his chin downward roughly to move his face as she willed. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open. He was blushing up to his ears. “Fuck,” he breathed.
Tilley held her long dress with both hands and lifted it a little. She placed her heel on his chest and noticed that Sophie was looking at the situation. “Pay attention," Tilley told her.
Tilley’s gaze returned to the heel on his chest. She applied pressure with her foot on his chest, moving the shoe side to side a little
“Aahhh.” Heavy breaths came out of his mouth. His body moved with his breath.
Tilley covered his mouth with the tip of her shoe. She rolled her tongue inside her mouth with her mouth open in a self-satisfied smile.
She lifted her foot and stepped down on the other side of his chest.
“Fuck fuck,” Benedict said between breaths. “Fuck.”
She lifted her leg and placed her foot on the bulge of his cock through his pants. “That’s enough.” She said and sat down beside Sophie, “Next time, watch your mouth!” She pulled Benedict towards her by his jacket and kissed him again as he tried to regulate his breathing. "Get down on your knees."
Benedict sat on his knees on the floor next to Paul, who was still busily eating his wife’s pussy.
"Stupid jacket, I can't see enough of you. Take it off.” She said
He took it off. She raised her legs to the level of his hands, still with her heels on. He touched her legs, which were hidden under her long dress.
"Kiss it.” Tilley commands “Kiss it Ben."
He looked at her a little confused.
“Take your time.” She continued “Start low, feet to pussy. Lick. kiss. Worship me like you used to.”
Benedict felt Paul chuckling at his side, “Could be a bit difficult once I get to your underwear.” Benedict looks at her legs hungrily.
“What underwear?”
“Oh.” His eyes widened
A devilish smile spread across Tilley’s face. Benedict started with small kisses around her shoes, moving from one foot to the next. He went slowly, instep to ankle
“Use more tongue!” Tilley raised her voice.
Benedict licked with an open mouth on her skin, replacing the small kisses. He took off her heels and looked into her eyes briefly. Keeping his mouth open he carefully used it to roll back the fabric of the long dress, dragging his tongue along her skin as he went. He moved his tongue up to her knee and then moved back to repeat the process with her other leg.
He covered her thighs with deep kisses as she slid her butt to the edge of the couch. He reached the center of her and flicked his tongue against her clit, pulling a moan from Tilley’s lips.
Paul's mouth didn’t stop sucking on Sophie’s clit even after multiple orgasms and now she was shaking, mewling out soft sounds into the relative quiet of the room. Sophie smelled the scent of rose musk and then felt a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Did you come?” Tilley was so close; her voice was low and whispery.
Sophie moved her head in Tilley's direction. “Yes.” Her voice trembled.
“How many times?” Tilley asked with a breathy voice and held her cheek.
"I don’t even know.” She said breathily and tried to open her eyes.
Tilley caressed her face. "That's a good number, isn't it?" Tilley giggled, then moaned.
“Listen, princess.” Then she took Sophie's hair behind her ear. “I'm asking you to come again, for me, and that’s it, " she said with heavy breaths. She looked into her eyes, her forehead touching Sophie's.” And you will get your break."
“For you?” Sophie asked.
“Yes”. Tilley said.
“Okay.” She sighed. “I can.”
Sophie concentrated on Paul's every move with his mouth, every flick, every suck. She noticed how he became more intense with his motions, more focused. He rolled his tongue and repeated the movement with greater force each time.
Sophie sighed heavily as Tilley took her by her chin. Their foreheads touched and they sighed into each other's breath.
Tilley held Sophie's chin so that her thumb caressed Sophie's lower lip.
"I'm there, I'm there," Sophie whispered
Sophie's face was red, and she felt tingling sensations on her lower back and down to the tips of her feet.
She moaned louder, and Tilley’s sounds joined hers as both women shook apart together.
Tilley kissed Sophie softly as they came down.
"You can let it go, boys,” Tilley said, trying to regulate her breathing.
Sophie was dizzy as she leaned on Tilley's shoulder. Tilley placed her hand on Sophie’s shoulder and rested her head on Sophie's. Sophie’s eyes closed and she heard kissing.
“You taste like my wife now.” Benedict’s voice sounded intrigued, and Sophie giggled.
She moved a little, and Tilley raised her head from her; Sophie raised her head from Tilley's shoulder.
"Paul, get the girl some cold water," Tilley said.
Benedict held her hand while sitting on the floor. She looked at him and smiled.
“We'll rest for a few minutes here, and then we'll go watch the boys play upstairs,” Tilley said.
Sophie and Tilley entered the room first, holding glasses of wine. The room smelled like rose incense, and its light was dim. Tilley put her glass of wine on the nightstand and lit a few candles while Benedict and Paul entered. The boys began kissing in the middle of the room, exploring each other's mouths and necks while moans echoed from their lips every few seconds.Sophie couldn't take her eyes off them as Tilley walked around the room. Her pupils dilated, her hands were sweating, and she thought she would drop the wine glass on the floor at any minute.
"I'm changing my dress into a night robe, it's just more comfortable." Tilley said, looking at Sophie's little blue dress. "I'll get you one too."
She turns her back and Paul called out to her, “Tilley, you will miss it.”
"I'll be fine,” Tilley said as she walked to the closet. “Don't stop. Let Sophie enjoy the view."
Benedict looked at Sophie, “Are you enjoying the view, my love?” He tugged at Paul's hair while Paul kissed and licked his neck
Sophie blushed and smiled, “Yes.”
He smiled at her while taking short, heavy breaths and returned to the kissing session.
"Put the glass down. I want to put the robe on you," Sophie heard Tilley's voice behind her.
Sophie placed her glass on the nightstand, felt Tilley unzip her dress, and saw the dress fall to the floor. She felt the soft silk while she put her hand in each sleeve. Red silk. Sophie tied the robe around herself. Tilley returned to her side in her own burgundy robe. She picked up Sophie’s glass and handed it to her, then took her own with a smile.
Tilley clinked her glass with Sophie’s, and they took a sip while watching the boys who had moved to kneel together on the bed, still kissing.
Paul and Benedict explored one another with their hands, Paul moved his touches between Benedict's back, hips, and ass. Benedict trailed his hands along Paul's upper body: chest, shoulders and taking the other man’s head in his hands.
“Tell us what to do” Benedict said to Sophie and Tilley as Paul straddled his thigh, grinding their bodies together and drawing out a sighing moan from his companion.
“Good idea.” Tilley said, “Because the clothes you are still wearing should have been gone a long time ago–and don’t stop kissing.”
Paul pushed Benedict's shirt off him as he continued to kiss him and Benedict cupped his chin. They became lost in their deep kisses, a chorus of pleased moans and wet smacking sounds. Benedict squeezed Paul’s ass before undoing his pants, breaking the kiss to look him in the eyes.
Tilley whispered to Sophie, "You probably know this isn't my first time, and I've seen Paul with other men. I almost forgot how electrifying the chemistry between them is."
Paul unbuttoned Benedict's pants and they both stripped down to their underwear, throwing pants aside and lying down among the plush pillows. Legs and tongues tangled as they toyed with one another. Then the underwear came off and the kissing resumed, heated as they pressed together, skin-on-skin.
"What do you want them to do?" Tilley whispered to Sophie.
"I... I’m not sure..." Sophie said.
"Your husband said that we both can order them around, not that I believe a woman should please a man's every whim, but there are exceptions." She continued to whisper. "I assume you've watched gay porn?"
Sophie was silent, her cheeks turning redder and redder.
"Or at least you've thought of a fantasy like that when you had the chance." Tilley continued.
"I like it when a man pleases another man, orally." Sophie's voice trembled a little. "But I just don't know who I'd rather… have do it to who."
Tilley smiled slyly, "Boys, sixty-nine for Sophie here."
Benedict looked at his wife and smiled. "Freak," he teased.
"Shut up!" Sophie raised her voice a bit.
"Your husband has brat potential," Tilley said.
Benedict winked at Sophie as he moved onto his back and Paul came into position, legs bracketing Benedict's head. Benedict reached up to take hold of Paul’s hips.
When Paul took Benedict’s cock into his mouth he started with teasing sweeps of his tongue; Benedict tried to imitate his movements but with his own spin. Paul started with the shaft to the tip while Benedict suckled the entire tip in one, giggling at Paul’s lively reaction.
"Ah,” Paul moaned, taking all of Benedict into his mouth as playful revenge.
Their mouthful-muffled noises were like music to Sophie’s ears, and she decided to sit on the window seat and touch herself under her robe; she couldn't hold back any longer. She sat there and gently caressed her clit while watching the boys pleasuring each other.
"Oh no, honey." Tilley said once she noticed her, sitting next to her. "You're under my wing tonight." She moved Sophie’s hand so she could make the moves herself.
Tilley's hand was soft, and she touched her clit in small circular motions, Sophie closed her eyes, with her mouth open and let out whispered, “Ah,” sounds.
Sophie opened her eyes, leaning slightly backwards.Tilley stopped the circular motions and slowly put in a finger while she began to massage the rest of the pussy with her remaining fingers. Sophie's eyes closed again, and a sigh came out of her mouth. She leaned forward and kissed Tilley gently.
Tilley allowed it before pulling away to speak, “Paul, prepare Benedict."
"Prepare him?" Sophie asked quietly.
"Use my oil," Tilley continued.
"Oh."
After a few seconds, she heard Benedict's voice moaning.
“Does it feel good?” Paul's voice said, “Should I add another?”
“Please, please,” Benedict said. His voice was laced with heavy breath. Another eager moan made it obvious Paul had given in.
Tilley looked into Sophie's eyes and smiled slightly. She stroked her shoulder up and down with her free hand. After a bit, Sophie heard rhythmic moans from the bed coming to the along with sounds of clapping flesh.
"Let's join them," Sophie said.
Tilley stood up and took Sophie by her hand, they stood where they had been before.
On the bed, Benedict was on his bed with his legs spread and feet in the air. Paul was between them, cock buried to the hilt in Benedict’s ass. Benedict’s face was red and he was moaning out as Paul leaned in to kiss him before returning to his knees to resume thrusting.
Sophie felt her heart beating hard again, and her loins were burning. Tilley undid the ribbon of her robe. She was wearing red silk lingerie. ‘She looks like a goddess,’ Sophie thought. Tilley climbed onto the bed and kissed Paul.
Sophie undid her robe and climbed on the other side, bowing her head to kiss her husband who moaned and lifted himself a little for her. She inserted her tongue and played with the inside of his mouth.
She came up and moved to kiss Paul's neck while Tilley kissed him. Sophie moved from Paul to Tilley and kissed her. Paul kissed Sophie’s neck. Sophie felt his thrusts quicken. Sophie stopped and climbed onto her husband's body, facing Paul and inserting Benedict’s cock into her. Benedict’s moans jumped in volume as Sophie started to move in small circular motions. All three began to moan together at the same time. Sophie kissed Paul and held onto him.
Tilley moved with her knees to the side oc Sophie removed her underwear and kissed her. Then she moved behind her. When Benedict's moans muffled, Sophie slowed down a bit and turned her head to the side, realizing Tilley was sitting on her husband's face. She could feel the movements changing through her. Tilley was moving, humping Benedict’s face.
"I'm worried about my husband.” Sophie said to Paul.
"I'm sure he's having a blast. I envy him." Paul said and stroked her hair.
"We can always check," Tilley said.
Tilley moved off of Benedict's face and sat down next to him, prompting him to speak. "I'm fine, I promise," Benedict groaned. "Tilley, please come back."
Tilley moved back into position. "He asked so nicely."
Paul and Sophie laughed.
"So, how does he feel now,miss? Different from how he did in the living room?" Paul asked Tilley.
"More or less the same," Tilley said with short groans. "Being able to use his nose is a big bonus."
It had been a long time since Benedict had experienced this, this pleasure from both directions. It would be a lie to say he didn’t miss it. He did miss it. He just knew that compromises had to be made in life for happiness, real happiness. He hadn't expected to be involved in this again, and with the love of his life.
"I'm going to…" Paul groaning.
Benedict muttered, "Me too." Not sure if they heard him.
Tilley whispered something to Sophie, and they switched places. ”Paul gets your cock out of him.” Tilley said.
Sophie stretched out next to Benedict, kissing him, touching his chest with her hand. He winced in pain.
"I'm sorry." Sophie said, "I didn't notice."
"No, it's okay. It's really, really okay." Benedict whispered to her, "Can you do it again?"
Sophie smiled and did so, causing him to squirm again.
Then Tilley straddled Benedict, taking his cock inside of her. She faced paul, not yet moving, “Did you miss it? Does it feel different now?" Benedict heard Paul asked Tilley.
"I didn't know I would miss it until now. "Tilley said, “It feels amazing.”
He saw the two of them kissing, how Paul wrapped his arms around her, and she did the same to him.
“Spank him,” Tilley said.
Benedict felt Paul's hand slap him on the cheek of his ass. His body jumped from the sudden movement. "Do it again," Tilley said.
Another slap in the same area, Benedict can't stop himself from releasing a hiss of pain.
The pain was sharp.
"So hot," Tilley said. “Tease him with your cock.”
Benedict's legs were pushed to either side and he felt Paul's cock caressing him from his balls to his hole. "Stay there, tap it a bit." She said.
Paul’s cock lightly tapped against Benedict’s hole.
Benedict stretched his body, and his head fell back as his eyes closed. “I hate you both so much,” he said.
Tilley moves her head to the side, “Sophie sits on his face, please. So the brat will not talk.”
Benedict felt his wife on his face as he overheard the conversation between Tilley and Paul, so he licked up into her, eagerly and smiled when he heard her moaning above him.
"Put it in but slowly," Tilley said, "Slower than before."
Benedict felt how slowly Paul slipped inside him, he writhed a little and, distracted, he stopped eating Sophie out. He felt Sophie slowly grind against his face.
"Don't pump it yet.” Tilley said to Paul, “Stay with me, my love.” They kissed as Paul sucked in heavy breaths through his nose.
Benedict tried to focus on Sophie, eating her out as she rolled her hips above him.
"Do it with me." He heard Tilley say and felt her start to move her hips while Paul started to move his own back and forth, and he felt Paul throbbing inside of him.
Benedict's moans were muffled as the other two moaned together above him.
“Pull it out when you come,” Tilley said to Paul.
Benedict was dizzy with pleasure; a shiver ran down his body. He did his best to warn them with his muffled voice, “I'm coming, I'm coming."
He felt Tilley get off his cock and use her hand on him. Then he was coming, panting and he felt Paul pull out and cum across the same area, heard the two above him kissing again. Benedict was well familiar with the sound of the two of them making out.
"I love you," Paul said.
"I love you, too," Tilley said.
Sophie moved and sat on his chest facing him, her legs on either side of his shoulders; she was playing with his hair. He looked at her admiringly while his face was still red.
"Let's take care of him, dear, let's clean him up," Tilley said, and Benedict felt two tongues running over his pelvic area, his loins, and thighs, licking and sucking him clean.
“Are they taking care of you?” Sophie asked.
“Yes, there are.” He said with his eyes closed, his voice quiet and calm though his mouth was slightly open.
"Are they doing a good job?" Sophie asked
Benedict smiled tiredly, keeping his eyes closed, “They are.”
The four of them stretched out together on the bed, cuddling and kissing, eventually losing track of whose mouth belonged to who as they giggled in the dark.
In the bathroom, Benedict got out of the shower and put on a bath robe, followed by Sophie. He sat on the wooden bathroom bench.
"You are quiet again," Sophie said and sat opposite him.
“I sometimes worry." He said “Because of the same experience in the past. Are you okay?”
“I understand.” She said “I'm okay.”
"Are you enjoying the night?" He asked
"Yes, of course." She said "Are you?"
"Yes, it was amazing," he said and looked at her. “Have you thought about what to do next?"
"What does that mean?" Sophie asked.
"We have three options." He said, "First, we choose not to repeat what happened here, a one-night stand,let’s leave it, look back on it and laugh. No strings attached, just a fling."
"I don't do that anymore," she smiled at him. "Spend one night at a party and then disappear.”
He chuckled. “Good one. Second option is to keep it casual with them. Meet up on special dates, maybe go to our vacation house with them in the summer."
"That sounds a little better." She said.
"Our third option doesn't really contradict the second, but it could be more... complicated," he said.
"Okay…" she said.
"We talked on the way here about their relationship being a little different," he said
"Yeah, they're poly-" she said "Oh."
"There’s an option that we get into a relationship with them, of course, for the last two options we'll ask them, but you and I need to talk about it first."
"What even is a relationship between four people?” Sophie asked.
"I believe it's called a quad." he said.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I don’t know myself," Benedict shrugged and looked at her.
"Let's get through this night. Let's not rush anywhere," she said. "And even if we don't decide the next day, I think it's okay. Let’s enjoy the ride."
"Literally?” he asked with a smirk.
“Sometimes literally, I guess.” she said with a smile.
"I just want to say that no matter what we decide, you will always be the most important thing to me, and no matter what happens, I will come back to you." He took her hand and kissed it.
"You are my priority, too." Sophie smiled.
They silently looked into each other's eyes with a smile, their hands clasped together.
They hear Tilley start to groan and Sophie started giggling. Benedict raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes tightly while shaking his head.
After a few seconds of silence between them, "Do you want to join them?" Sophie asked
“What?” Benedict asked
She took his hand and stood up. He stood up with her. She walked back holding his hand. "I can't believe all this is happening to me," Benedict said as they walked out the door.
They entered the room and saw Tilley above Paul, pressed against his body, and moving back and forth. She looked at them at the entrance to the room and smiled. They climbed into bed next to her, sitting on either side.Sophie kissed her, then covered her neck with licks.
“Hope you’re proud that your bat signal worked,” Benedict said as he kissed her.
“Of course, I am,” Tilley smiled and bit her lip
Tilley took off his robe as Sophie lay down next to Paul and kissed his lips. “Want to ride him?” Tilley asked her.
Sophie looked at her. “Are you serious?” Sophie asked as Paul licked her neck.
“Come here,” Tilley said, getting off of Paul.
Sophie got up on her knees. Tilley took off Sophie's robe and they switched places. Tilley got by her side, Benedict lay down next to Paul and kissed him. Tilley helped guide Paul’s cock into Sophie. Sophie moved her hips a bit.
Tilley pushed at Paul’s thigh and then slapped his ass, “Don't be lazy, move with her."
Paul lifted his hips and Sophie moaned out and closed her eyes. Tilley put her hand’s on Sophie’s waist, guiding her to the rhythm as she kissed Sophie’s neck. Sophie’s eyes were wide open to the sight of her husband caressing and kissing Paul.
Paul and Sophie moaned. Sophie leaned forward to get a kiss from Paul as her husband ran his fingers through her hair. She kissed Benedict as well and then straightened back up.
"Someone needs to take care of you," Paul said and reached for Benedict's cock.
"You're too kind," Benedict said as Paul started stroking him and leaned back against the end of the bed.
Tilley straddled Paul’s face and he dutifully began to lick her pussy while continuing to stroke Benedict’s cock. Benedict carefully rose to his knees as Paul continued and leaned towards Sophie. He kissed her while her eyes were closed and she moaned and moved her hips faster.
"I love you." He said
Sophie touched his shoulder, covered his neck with kisses, and he began to explore hers. “I love you, too,” she said between groans.
Benedict turned back to where Tilley had moved off of Paul.
"Open your mouth," Tilley told Paul
Tilley took Benedict's ass in her hands and aimed his cock toward Paul's mouth. Paul opened obediently and then Sophie had a lovely view of her husband’s ass as he thrusted into Paul’s mouth, back and forth in a similar rhythm as her own.
Paul was playing with Tilley’s pussy as she moaned. Then she reached and spanked Benedict’s ass, “Should I do it again Sophie?”
“Yes,” Sophie said
Another spank. Benedict groaned.
“Don’t stop,” Sophie said
She kept spanking him every few seconds, drawing moans out of Benedict with each slap. Eventually Tilley wet her middle finger in her mouth and slipped it inside of him.
"Oh my god,” Benedict groaned.
Paul pulled his mouth away from Benedict and went back to Tilley, using his hand on Benedict. “I think I’m-” Benedict said
“If you come now, you clean it up,” Tilley said.
“I don’t mind.” Benedict said breathless, on edge.
Tilley pushed away from Paul, "Do it close to your wife” She stared at Benedict and folded her arms.”Lick her clit while you're at it."
Benedict moved to Sophie’s side, aiming at the spot where Paul’s cock entered his wife as he stroked himself, taking in sharp, short breaths. With a final set of painful sounding gasps he came.
"Clean it up." Tilley's voice instructed him.
Benedict knelt to lick between Paul's throbbing cock and Sophie's pussy, going up and down, playing with her clit with his tongue. Paul and Sophie moaned together as they felt his tongue teasing, his mouth sucking.
"Please, my love,miss. I want to feel you close to me." Paul said to Tilley as she watched Benedict and Sophie.
She laid her back on him, took his hand, and directed him to touch and massage her pussy as their eyes rested on Benedict and Sophie. “I warn you, Benedict, don’t edge her, give her what she needs,” Tilley said to Benedict as he passed his mouth between Paul's skin and Sophie's.
Benedict focused on her clit as her body moved slowly along with Paul's. Sophie felt him suck her in, the little tremors inside and the feeling of the wave of orgasm washed over her. She moaned as her head fell back. Benedict cupped her face and kissed her hard.
"Good boy." Tilley's said.
"We'll stay here until he comes." Benedict whispered, looking into her eyes and moving with her, while holding her, “If you want us to switch places, I can."
"I'm good." She smiled at him, "Your sex talk is hot."
"I'm trying." He said with a smile.
Paul and Sophie's moans were still audible, Sophie on Benedict's shoulder with her eyes closed.
"I'm coming," Paul said.
Sophie lifted her head to look at him
Tilley's head was back over her shoulder, licking his ear, and pulling his hair, stimulating him through his climax until finally he panted out, “I'm done I'm done,” through heavy breaths.
Sophie moved off of him and Paul and Tilley were on their knees instantly, kissing Benedict and Sophie.
"My love, did you come?" Paul asked.
"I had my orgasm tonight if-" Tilley replied.
"Now? In the las-” Paul cut her off.
"Don’t interrupt me, or you will be punished. This is your first warning." She raised her voice, "You're getting a warning because you were good tonight."
Paul fell silent as he looked at her for a few seconds. He then whispered something in her ear.
"Okay." She looked at him. "Please me."
The other couple looked at them.
She kissed him and laid back with her arms around him. Paul was above her while her head rested on the pillow. He moved from her lips to her neck, his hands traced her hips, then moved up and unbuttoned the bra in the front and he moved to slowly kiss her chest. Tilley breathed heavily and let out a moan as Paul continued to kiss her stomach, kissing along a downward line until he reached her pelvic area, he continued kissing and reached her pussy, she moaned and clenched her hand in the sheets.
"Join him," Sophie said, and looked at Benedict.
He looked at her and frowned, "What, I just-"
"She deserves it." She stroked his hair and kissed him. " You don't have to."
"I’ve already done so tonight. I don’t mind." He kissed her on the lips. "I'm just not used to this suggestion coming from you."
"So, what do you say?" She asked.
"You will be okay?" He asked.
"Yes, I will be." Sophie said, "And I'll be by her side in a few, don't worry."
Benedict kissed Sophie then moved to Tilley and Paul, and lay down next to Paul. Paul moved a little and they started eating her up.
"Oh my God I've never had tw-" she said and moaned.
Tilley felt their lips all at once, kissing, eating, sometimes catching each other. She didn't stop moaning. She placed her legs on their backs. One mouth went down the taint area, she identified it as Benedict's by their positions.He sucked and kissed her there while Paul flicked his tongue against her clit. She held them both by their hair and licked her lips–and then she felt gentle lips on her own.
Tilley opened her eyes to see Sophie next to her, she kissed her back. "Was this your doing?" Tilley asked.
Sophie nodded. Tilley closed her eyes and smiled as Sophie continued to kiss her.
Benedict came closer to Paul's mouth and licked into Tilley while Paul sucked her clit into his mouth. Her moans became shorter and shorter one after another as she breathed into Sophie's mouth. "I'll be there in a moment," she said and felt the warmth inside.
Chills were quick to come as her body writhed in ecstasy with each wave of orgasm until she was panting, “I came; I came." and kissing Sophie while she heard Paul kissing Benedict between her legs.
The four of them reclined on the bed. The order was Sophie Benedict, Paul, and Tilley. Tilley and Sophie are lying on the ends of the bed and the boys were in the center passing a joint between them. “How do you feel?” Sophie asked, looking at Benedict's face.
"I'm not sure,” Benedict said, “I think I'm in some wet dream.”
“So it’s at least a good dream?” Sophie asked
“Oh, it is.” he said.
"Maybe I should have used more pain with you.” Tilley said, “It would help ground you.”
"Maybe you should,” he smiles
"What was that part about you whispering something to her, and she changed her mind?" Benedict asked Paul
"We agreed that if I wanted to soften the game, I had to call her by the nickname we agreed on.“ Paul looked at him and smiled.
"You're not telling him!" Tilley said to Paul.
"I wasn’t going to." Paul said in a quiet, low voice and looked at Tilley.
Tilley heard the birds tweeting from the window, signalling that it was almost morning, “Do you want-" She hesitated a little. "Do you want to stay for the weekend?"
Benedict looked at Sophie. "I don't know." Sophie said, "There are things I don’t have here and they're all at our house in the country."
"I can have anything you want delivered to you; that's no problem." Tilley said, "You can use my robe that I already gave you, and Benedict can use one of Paul's robes. And if you two want some time alone, I have a big guest room downstairs." She continued.
"I guess we'll stay," Sophie said to Benedict, whose eyes were still on her.
He smiled at her, and she lowered her head and kissed him. She looked back at Tilley,
"Thank you," Tilley mouthed to her.