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“Well then, you’re really going to love this,” he promised. She felt the tip of the dildo nudge against her ass, and she nearly bucked off the damn bed.
“How will that fit inside of me?” she hissed.
“Oh, I’ll make it fit, honey. Just remember not to fight it and relax.” He pressed the tip into her asshole, and she groaned, pushing back against it as if wanting to take more of it.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You’re a natural at this.” She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her parted lips. “Just relax,” he reminded. She nodded and just when she thought that she was good, he turned on the vibrator, causing her to shout out.
“Fuck, Jon,” she yelled.
“Good or bad?” he asked.
“Good,” she moaned. “So fucking good.” He chuckled and she could hear him rustling around behind her. She assumed that he was stripping, but she couldn’t be sure. Her body felt as if it was on fire and the blindfold made her focus on what was happening around her.
“I’m going to help you scootch to the end of the bed towards me, baby,” he said. She felt his hands on her hips and as he shimmied her back to him. She felt his cock as he ran it through her drenched folds and when he slowly slid into her body, inch by inch, she felt herself panting with need.
“You feel so full this way, honey,” he hissed. “It’s so good. I can’t wait until Arch, and I can both take you like this, Gracie.” He gave her ass a hard smack and she yelped.
“More,” she breathed. “I need more, Jon. I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he promised. He pumped into her body and every time he did, it felt like he was shoving the vibrator in further. Grace felt her orgasm rip through her and the scream that came out of her sounded like a trapped, feral animal. She had never felt anything like this in her life and she wasn’t sure if she lost consciousness or if she was just experiencing the euphoric high from her orgasm, but she didn’t remember the next few minutes. The next thing she knew, she was laying in Jon’s arms as he cleaned her up and told her how well she had done. Why she seemed to lap up his praise like a new puppy, she wasn’t sure, but she did. Every time Jon called her his, “Good girl,” she’d whimper and rub herself against him.
“Sleep now, honey,” he whispered into her ear as her eyes closed. She felt the blanket from the bed as he pulled it over them and his arms band around her, tugging her close to him. It was perfect. Jon was perfect and she wasn’t sure how she had gotten so lucky to finally have him in her life again.
Just before she drifted off, she could have sworn that she heard him whisper that he loved her into her ear, but that might have just been her overly tired, sated mind playing tricks on her.
* * *
It was finally the day that she and Jon were going to fly to France and surprise Archer. About half a week ago, she thought for sure that she wasn’t going to be able to go because her boss had handed over one of their biggest clients to her. It was a dream to finally have her own clients and this one was a huge deal but taking it on would mean that she’d have to stay back home to make sure that things ran smoothly.
Jon convinced her to ask her boss if she might be able to take her work with them as long as she was able to meet her deadlines. She marched into his office and didn’t take no for an answer. In fact, she walked back out of his office with two weeks off and a raise that he promised her a year ago. When she got home and told Jon, he made a huge deal about how proud he was of her and insisted that she call Archer to share the news with him, leaving out the two weeks off part. She was extra careful not to spoil their surprise, but she was so excited to see him, she nearly spilled the beans twice.
Jon had hired a car to take them to the airport. Of course, he complained about her over packing, just like Archer would have if he was there and that made her miss him all the more. He and Jon were so similar in some ways and so very different in others. Arch was always so serious, no matter what the topic whereas Jon added a little bit of humor to every situation. They were her perfect Ying and Yang, and she couldn’t wait for the three of them to all be back together again. Two weeks had felt like an eternity.
They boarded their flight, right on time, and Jon joked about them joining the mile-high club, although she had other plans. Grace wanted to catch up on some much-needed sleep because she wanted to spend their first night in France tangled up with her two guys.
Jon had finished training her ass to take them both at once and she was excited to try that with Archer. She just hoped that he liked the idea as much as Jon seemed to. Every time he took her ass, it felt a little better. She was getting quite used to it and had to admit that she liked it.
Their flight to France was overnight and by the time they landed, the sun was coming up. It was glorious to see France—a dream really. She had always wanted to go there ever since her mother used to read her the Eloise stories as a kid.
She hadn’t told the guys yet, but she had told both of her parents about them. Her parents were sort of free spirits—hippies even, and they were always supportive of her expressing herself. Her mother said that she loved that Archer was open to exploring new things, although Grace wouldn’t call being bisexual exploring new things. That would imply that he had a choice in his sexuality and being bisexual was just who Arch, and Jon were.
Her parents had met Jon a few times and remembered him as Archer’s best man at their wedding. They said that they liked him but wished that she would have told them about their relationship sooner. Grace tried to explain that the three of them hadn’t been together since the wedding, but her parents didn’t seem to get that fact, so she left it alone. It really didn’t matter how long they thought that Jon, Archer, and she had been together. The thing that mattered now was that her parents seemed to approve of her new lifestyle and that was one hurdle she was happy to be past. Now, if she could just get up the nerve to tell her boss, but she figured that sooner or later, it would come up. Besides, it wasn’t any of his business anyway. He couldn’t fire her for who she was living with, or who she had fallen in love with, so telling him could wait. Right now, she wanted to concentrate on getting to Archer and falling in bed between the two of her guys.
They started the deboarding process and Jon got their carry-ons down from the overhead compartment, once again griping about how many things she had brought to France. “How long have you two been married?” the stewardess asked as she helped him get the last bag down.
Grace looked at him and the confusion on his handsome face made her giggle. “Um, we’re not married,” he said. “She’s married to my best friend.” Well, that stung a little. Was that all she was to him? They were going to have to decide what to call each other out in public and what they were willing to share and what they wanted to keep private. She wouldn’t fault Jon this time, since that was technically the first time that the two of them had been asked something like that.
“Actually,” Grace said, clearing her throat. “Jon and I are together like that. The three of us are in a relationship together.” She smiled at him and took her bag from the stewardess.
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I love how open you are about it. Good for you,” the stewardess said.
“Thanks,” Grace said. “I’m a very lucky woman to have them both.” Jon reached for her hand, and she took his. She followed behind him to exit the plane and when they stepped out onto the tarmac, he dropped his bags, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her as if it was for the first time. When they heard shouts and clapping coming from behind them, they turned to see that they had garnered quite the audience, including the stewardess who she had just come out to, smiling at the two of them, clapping.
“Wow,” she breathed, “what was that for?”
“For making me feel like I’m a part of all of this. You know that it’s something that I struggle with—feeling like a third wheel with you and Arch. You don’t know how much I appreciate what you just said, Gracie,” he whispered.
“Well, if that kiss is any indication, I have a pretty good idea, Jon,” she teased. He picked up their bags and started for the terminal to grab the rest of their luggage.
“Come on, honey,” he said. “Let’s go and find our guy. I’ve missed him.”
“I have too,” she admitted. “But a part of me is sad that our alone time has come to an end too, Jon,” she said.
“Don’t worry, baby. Nothing will change. You’ll just have two of us taking care of your every need now,” he promised.
“That sounds pretty good to me,” she agreed. “Lead the way.” She knew that Jon was right but having their one-on-one time had strengthened the bond between the two of them and for that, she was grateful. But she was looking forward to having both of her guys together again.
