The Vessel - LeaT with MsBloom and Rex

[MsBloom]

Freya indulged Saoirse a little as she admired the painting while simultaneously casting comparing glances at Jourdan who was hovering impatiently. Whatever the pretext had been, she had not suggested inviting Morgen or Saoirse into their home to look at art, whether by Freya's hand or not. It might perhaps not be as obvious to their guests but Freya knew her wife and also what they had talked about in the ladies room earlier. Jourdan was horny and wanted sex, and not just any sex either, she wanted to get fucked by her old lover and fiance, possibly with the intention of breeding a child, possibly because meeting him like that, unexpectedly had caused an itch she needed to scratch. It had after all been five years and more since last she had an actual cock inside her and that cock was right there in the apartment with them.

Freya watched with a big smile on her face as her wife lead the redhead up the stairs to their so-called bedroom, which now had a king size bed instead of the twin bed Freya had had before Jourdan moved in, because before Jourdan moved in there had never been any regular over night guests even if there had been a large number of women having spent the night though most of them not sleeping. Perhaps that was also part of why the new bed had been one of the first things Jourdan had suggested they change, alongside the issue of space.

She watched with a growing smile the little show Jourdan put on for them halfway up the stair and nodded.
"Not an entirely unpleasant sight is it now," she said to Morgen and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow as so many times before when they had found themselves in similar, though not as explicit, situations.
She then started up the stairs behind the two women and once she joined them on the platform she first pulled Jourdan close giving her a passionate kiss and a playful slap on the ass and then turned to Saoirse, pulling her into a kiss as well, more hungry perhaps than passionate, letting her hands roam the other redhead's body.

 

[Rex.]

Morgen had become the last man at the party, standing at the base of the spiral staircase and watching the spectacle of the provocative announcements that it was now time to fuck. The spectacle shocked Morgen at first, as he hadn't had a date or a woman in far too long. The craving for feminine flesh -- breasts and soft skin, delicate folds of a pussy -- ignited within the architecture professor, and he watched an excitement that swirled in his core as Saoirse's top floated down to plop flat upon the floor not three feel from his location. Freya coaxed him like in the 'good old days' and Morgen faced another wave of determination to let the past die and move on to better times.

There were three women upstairs expecting him for Christ's sake -- what more could a man want?

Morgen unbuttoned his shirt as he ascended to the upper level. Saoirse -- being the eminently good sport -- bit her lip and took every paw and grope the married women imposed upon her. She kissed back, reciprocating the hunger that Freya presented through their hot kiss -- allowing Jourdan to tempt the man downstairs for reasons that eluded her. The finer details mattered less to the ginger; she'd found a prized catch of a man who already had two women vying to bed him for the night ... how could a respectable woman whose heart beat with erotic rhythm pass something like that up?

Besides, something about Morgen ... intrigued Saoirse. She let the other redhead feel her body, but her eyes constantly sought Morgen's as he climbed up and reached the landing. Once he was near, Saoirse reached behind her back and unfastened her bra ... letting it fall to the floor with a wicked, alluring smile. Her eyes sparkled in mischief as she captured Morgen's gaze like some frisky, red-haired sprite from Eire. Saoirse relieved Freya of her top before giving her a brief kiss of teased passion, then she pulled Morgen into the fray with a seductive kiss that melted his resolve to slag. When Saoirse broke the kiss, she panted lightly as her excitement consumed her; she looked over her shoulder at the dark-skinned woman waiting patiently upon the bed.

"Time to get dis party started ..." she intoned, her Irish brogue in full effect. She turned and took both Freya and Morgen's hands, leading them both to the king-size bed that waited for their foursome to commence. Little did Morgen know that he was about to embark on the best night of his life up until that point. Saoirse pressed a soft, seductive kiss to the soft of Morgen's throat as her naked chest grazed his own -- her fingers deftly unfastening his pants and reducing him to nudity.

The should have been a discussion of rules and expectations, but that required thought and logic; lust and desire had taken over the new camaraderie that would bind them together for the next several hours. Neither of the married women seemed intent upon establishing boundaries, which settled Morgen's last concern over propriety. Morgen knew that he had a few loads within him for the ladies the surrounded him: Saoirse would certainly receive one, but the real prize was Jourdan. A rekindled flame of desire flickered to life within Morgen for Jourdan, which would prove instrumental in elevating the night from a mere fuck-fest to something truly special. Love and emotions amplified the potential high of orgasms, and that was one of the missing elements in his failed love life -- he didn't love any of his past fuck-buddies, and that stymied his enjoyment.

This evening would offer what he'd been missing ... and then some. He'd enjoy a second taste of Jourdan's tight quim while fornication with Saoirse, who looked ready to prove his assumption of being a passionate wildcat between the sheets. How Freya would fit into the mix remained a mystery, and Morgen assumed she would be more window-dressing for his viewing pleasure -- if anything, Morgen considered Freya to be someone to keep the other two ladies wet and ready until he penetrated them as he rode each in turn.

Morgen and Saoirse were naked, red hair swishing around the sole man's frame as she regarded the married couple ... wondering how they wished to proceed.

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