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The cottage is cozy, and we light a fire before we lie next to each other on the bed to give her a FaceTime call from Weston’s laptop. When she answers, I’m thrilled to see her beautiful smile.
“You look good, sweetheart. How do you feel?”
“Oh, so much better. My headache never really developed into a migraine after all. After I slept it off, it finally went away completely a little while ago. I think the stress of worrying about you was making it bad, and then without that stress, I could relax and improve. Anyway, I took a shower, and now I feel pretty human again. I sure miss you guys. And Callum, I hope you’re not too disappointed about the job, but I’m so happy you’re staying put.”
“I’m pretty relieved myself.”
“Have the dogs given you any trouble?” Weston asks.
“None at all. They napped with me actually, and it was very cozy. They went out and ran around for a while, and then I fed them, so they’re relaxed now. I heated up some of the lobster ravioli you left, Callum, and it was delicious. Thanks!”
“He didn’t make you eat kale with it, did he?” Weston asks.
“Not a bit.” She laughs and makes a silly grimace.
I chime in, “Kale is highly overrated in my opinion, and it tastes like lawn clippings. There are plenty of delicious ways toeat healthy foods that don’t make you get little green particles stuck in your teeth or want to hurl.”
“And that is one of the million reasons you are our favorite chef,” Weston says softly and kisses the side of my head.
“Do you want to tell me more about what happened today?” Petra asks.
“Not really,” I answer. “We can fill you in when we get home. I’d rather enjoy our conversation with you now instead.”
“And by enjoying the conversation, do you mean you two might consider putting on a little show for me? You know how much I love to watch you.”
Weston answers quickly, “We can do that. Shall we do what comes naturally, or do you want to direct the show, sweetheart?”
“Hmm, a little of both maybe. Why don’t you guys start by taking off each other’s clothes?”
We position the laptop so Petra has a clear view of us, and I reach for Weston’s shirt. Our shoes and socks were already kicked off before we climbed onto the bed, so the pants slide down quickly. When we’re down to just our boxers, we kneel on the bed and start kissing. Our hands are in constant motion, caressing and enjoying the feel of each other’s body.
“Very nice, you guys.”
We steal a glance at Petra playing with her own breasts, rubbing and plucking at her nipples through her thin shirt.
“Why don’t you also lose some clothes, Lovergirl?” I ask.
Her shirt goes flying off over her head as she grins at us.
“Very nice, yourself,” Weston tells her with a grin.
“Take more off,” she says.
I slip my hands into Weston’s boxers and grab his butt, yanking him toward me. When he chuckles and I can feel him hardening, I shove his underwear down his thighs. As he climbs out of them, I quickly ditch my own, and immediately we’re back to where we were. Our thick shafts rub against each other as Igyrate my hips, and both of us grab handfuls of ass. “Are you up for some fucking?” I ask Weston between kisses.
“Not so fast,” Petra orders with a chuckle. “I’d love to see a little sixty-nine action from you first. You don’t do that very often.”
We both turn to look at her and see that she has reached down into her thong, and she seems to be stroking her clit with one hand while the other continues to play with her pretty nipples. Weston turns to me and wiggles his eyebrows up and down suggestively. His adorable dimples are enough to make me swoon. The man is perfection. Petra is perfection. How could I even remotely have considered giving up on them for one minute? I blurt out, “I love you both so much!” Their smiles are incandescent. “Now let’s make our woman happy, Loverboy.”
I scooch down on the bed in one direction, and Weston positions himself facing me, going in the other direction as we both reach simultaneously for each other’s massive hard-on. As I engulf him with my mouth, I hear Weston’s happy intake of breath, and then he too opens for me. The ambrosia of his hot mouth and skillful tongue swamps my senses with delight. I make happy noises around him as I lap and suck, pumping him with one hand while the other slides between his legs and past his balls to caress his taint. Soon his actions match mine, and I’m trying hard to keep it together. I’m overwhelmed with love for this man, but I want this to last. I have this sudden and profound need to fuck him senseless, so I pull back and ask, “Weston, I need to get my dick inside of you pretty soon. That okay with you?”
He nods vigorously as he gives me an incredibly hard pull with his mouth.
“Ahh!” I cry, and then I laugh. “We need to stop this, or I won’t be able to.” I return the mind-blowing suction, and Weston lets go a stream of hot cum down my throat. I guess hewas as turned on as I was. I lick him clean as his chest heaves, and I pull back saying, “I need to grab to lube. Just a sec.”
“You guys are so beautiful,” Petra sighs. “Make sure I can see the action while you’re getting fucked, okay, Weston?”
Weston grabs a pillow to raise his hips and lies down on it facing upward. He looks at me like I’m the most wonderful thing he can think of, and it makes my dick throb with want. “Can you see, Petra?” I ask.
