...Louella let her curiosity about how Trevor kissed take over because she wanted to know what BJ shared with him. As hot as she was on BJ, she trusted him as a friend, so she was willing to kiss Trevor if that’s what BJ wanted. After all, she reminded herself, they were in Amsterdam—the city where bizarre sexuality is the accepted norm. And, if two hot-looking guys wanted to climb all over her skin—well, hey, go with the flow!
Trevor leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back, thinking he had a very nice kiss, although it lacked BJ’s verve. After a minute, he pressed his tongue inside her mouth, and she learned how very talented a saxophone player’s tongue could be. Their kissing became intense and they Frenched with abandon. She was surprised to feel herself getting so worked up. As BJ got down on her breasts and suckled, she felt heat rise involuntarily between her legs.
She broke from Trevor’s kisses. “Okay, Trevor, BJ, you two are turning me on. But, honestly, I don’t think I could take another round just yet.”
BJ chuckled. “That’s cool, girl. But look here.” He slid his hand up and down Trevor’s jutting rod. “Trevor needs a go at it.”
Louella watched her lover stroke Trevor’s cock. After a moment, he looked at her and smiled.
“Feel free to get in on anything you want.” He pecked her on the lips, and Trevor pulled her close enough to do the same.
A moment later, BJ held the back of Trevor’s head to make out with him while he plied his member with his free hand. Louella watched Trevor get as worked up as she had been before. He reached for BJ, whom she noticed was hard as a rock.
Wow, what an appetite BJ’s got. I guess if I want him at all I’d better get past the desire to have him all to myself.
The two men proceeded to engage in an energized romp, grabbing at each other and slapping at each others’ rear ends until they settled down. Engaged in passionate kissing, they rubbed each others’ balls with greater tenderness.
“Oh,” Trevor groaned, “I’ve got to get off. Help me get off, BJ.”
BJ looked at Louella. “Listen, baby, can you grab me one of those condoms? And there’s a bottle of lube in my bag, if you don’t mind getting it while you’re up.”
Louella almost felt self-conscious getting out of bed naked in front of Trevor. Then she thought, are you kidding? He already watched me get it on with BJ!
When she brought the accoutrements to the boys, she slid down on the bed very close to BJ.
BJ lay on his back. While Trevor fit the orange-colored condom over his erection, BJ surprised Louella by pulling her down to kiss him. Lying beside him, she stroked his smooth pecs while Trevor squeezed gel from the little bottle she’d given him.
Louella was surprised by the authority with which Trevor now spoke. Not that his presence wasn’t felt as bandleader, but he was always quiet about being in charge. Now, he seemed to have no problem taking over. She guessed his newfound freedom in the bedroom had empowered him.
“Hey, boy,” he asked BJ, “which way you want it?”
“Just like this.”
Louella watched Trevor reach between BJ’s cheeks and press his lubricated fingers into his asshole. BJ’s face registered the sensation of Trevor inserting first one finger, then another.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. When Louella started to back away, he reached for her. “Don’t go. Stay.”
She stopped and went back to rubbing his chest, leaning down to nibble his nipples every now and then. She glanced up when Trevor pressed his cock head between BJ’s buttocks. It surprised her, how horny she got watching Trevor caress BJ’s muscled ass. When BJ rocked his butt up toward Trevor, who reached down and parted his cheeks to ease his entry, her breathing grew heavy with arousal.
“Condom’s lubed, too, right?”
“Mm-hm,” Trevor answered, “makes it easier.”
Louella had never seen two men have anal sex, not even in videos. She swallowed and continued massaging BJ’s chest as Trevor pressed himself inside her lover.
“Oh, yeah,” BJ said with a gasp. He reached around and caught the backs of each thigh, rolling up slightly to let Trevor’s chest rest against his hamstrings as he penetrated him. Fully immersed in BJ’s ass, Trevor started pumping, his rhythm regular.
Louella refrained from shaking her head in disbelief that she was watching a man she’d thought was straight, shtup the guy who’d just shtupped her. And yet, it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen...