Eric and Lane led Kira into the bedroom. She'd said enough, they all had. They all knew what the other wanted. Eric turned on the lights. The bed was made up. Kingsize like he remembered. He'd hoped for this day many times, but never imagined they'd find themselves together, in bed, the trio. Jesus!
And there was the problem of her always feeling like the third wheel. Did it show, Eric thought. Maybe. He was pretty much exclusively gay, more so these days, what with Jacob and clubbing and letting off steam at the bath house whenever he could. Lane, well...Lane was just an opportunist fucker. He said so himself. Men, women, men and women. Lane grazed. Took in all comers. He used to sign off his private emails like that once: 'I take all cummers'. Eric smiled just thinking about it.
"Kira," he said. "We were never better for just being two. But how do we prove it to you?"
Do you remember that first night we ever did anything together? We were here... out there on that big bed like couch that we later got rid of for whatever reason. We were watching some old old comedy... Murder by Death
Her eyes grew distant remembering. She smiled as the slow removal of clothes innocent enough while they were getting comfortable. Her between them till she was draped over both laps leaning back against Lanes chest. She had loved that sofa loved on that sofa... both of them or one of them or xurled enjoying them enjoying each other.
"Murder by Death?" Eric laughed. "Are you sure? Jesus I don't remember that. But I remember...."
"...the sofa," Lane cooed. "If only...we'll just have to make do with the bed, honey."
The two men led Kira to the bed. It seemed strange for them to be in charge. Kira was always the leader, and they her acolytes. Professionally they followed her orders. Personally was no different. Kira was so strong willed, so determined, it seemed so natural just to do what she wanted.
Yet here she was asking them to make it happen. Make the good things from the past come back. Sure she was instructing them, but she seemed uncharacteristically distant, strangely passive. But even that was instructive. Eric and Lane didn't even need to exchange words to know what they had to do.
Eric stood by the bed like some footman serving his queen. Lane stood behind, put his hands on Kira's shoulders, and began to undress her. Between them they understood how this would work, undress Kira, place her on the bed, then undress each other and perform for her, pleasure her visually until she was ready to join them.
Kira's dress slipped to the floor. Both men eyed her approvingly. It was how many years since they'd been here and undressed? She was beautiful. And desirable. They would make her forget her worries tonight.
She smiled wriggling helping get the dress off of her. Her hands reaching to caress their cheeks and chests smiling. It had only been maybe 4 and a half years but she had never forgotten and had always missed being with them. She hated how distant she had become but that mission had changed her and the feeling like she didn't belong really anywhere in this world even with them didn't help.
"Like before...?" Eric and Lane were nearly naked now, standing before Kira who lay back on the bed, her head on a pillow.
Lane looked at Kira then at his friend, and smiled. He ran a finger down Eric's chest, circled his navel, and continued until he alighted on Eric's cock, already hard under his Mategear underwear.
"Nice fit, man," Lane said, poking his fingers first one side and then the other of the cock. "And tight."
"Leave your finger there and kiss me," Eric said, nuzzling his mouth against Lane's face. The friends brought their lips together, making sure to stand so that Kira could see them making out.
She smiled watching them relaxing on the bed she had not felt against her in years. It was snuggling and a comforting feel. Four poster with the earthen tones and canopy. She knew the canopy was more there for her or she suspected that and the four posters offered all sorts of angles of playing as well.
Eric and Lane kissed for Kira, standing in their underwear in front of the four poster bed while she lay back, watching them and pleasuring herself. Out of the corner of his eye, Eric tried to see what she was doing, but Lane's passionate embrace kept him occupied. And giving Kira a full show meant not being distracted.
After so long, Lane's ardour hadn't dimmed. He and Eric had been an item for so long, even if it was so many years ago. Like riding a bike, he'd said to himself many times, thinking about Eric, and whether there would be a next time? When the two guys had come across each other at work they were always professional, but they both felt the spark between them. Somehow, without Kira to bring them together, to give them that extra something they got from a threeway relationship, they'd never set out again as a couple. Not after the last time here in this apartment when everything seemingly came to an end.
Eric felt Lane's hardness through his underwear, their cocks touching and sliding around as they embraced. He stood a little sideways so Kira could see him and Lane, see what they were arousing in each other, see what she was doing for them. And hoping she was feeling the same, the visuals and the digital stimulation she enjoyed, working together.
Both men waited for Kira to start directing them. Maybe that was always what they lacked as a couple, Kira's direction, her domination of their sexual encounters. On their own they were just two beautiful men fucking. For all the pleasure they gave themselves and each other, performing for Kira at her direction was the special thing they shared, the trio. Eric and Lane swept their tongues round the other's mouth, ran their hands over their bodies, felt the hardness of their cocks, waiting for Kira to speak, to tell them what she wanted them to do.
The assignment fell to the wayside for the night as she watched them for a few moments before moving to crawl stalking down the bed to them lifting up sitting on her knees and moved her hands to caress down both of their chests. A purr slipping from her lips as she leaned in close and nibbled at Lane's earlobe then Eric's.
"More to watch, baby, or more personal attention?" Eric asked. He led Lane up to the bed where the two friends embraced close to where Kira perched. She leaned in and kissed them, nibbling and pawing them both.
Lane knelt and peeled Eric's underwear down until his cock sprang free. And then with Kira's face up close watching, Lane took Eric in his mouth, kissing the cock head and then sucking the shaft deep into his mouth. Eric looked down at his friend, enjoying the attention, and then at Kira.
"I guess Kira just wants to watch us fuck," Lane said, smiling and cupping Eric's balls. "Like she used to. What's with a bitch who likes to watch?"
Eric kissed the top of Lane's head as his friend moved his mouth across his torso before returning to his cock. "So where do you want to fuck? On the bed, hanging off the four poster, against the window, where?
She was almost hurt by Lane's words. He was always the one who could read her best. When she said she wanted more of everything she wanted everything. Seeing the two of them together all three of them together Lane with her Eric with her... Everything.
Lane didn't understand Kira's reaction. It was how he always remembered her. Inscrutable. He would do anything for her. And he knew Eric felt the same way. Professionally or personally, it made no difference. But just like when they were together before, he never found the right words. And usually found the wrong ones.
He watched her slump back onto the pillows, naked and desirable, yet so distant. Like viewing the Mona Lisa. Queue for hours and then she was yours alone for two minutes. Yet it was two minutes of perfection, as if all the secrets of the world, of the universe, were there to be read and resolved, but in the time available you could only digest one percent, point one of one percent, before being moved on and knowing what you had in your grasp and had lost.
Eric's mouth was against his neck, Eric's hand on his cock, stroking. It felt good. He wanted to reciprocate. To make Eric and Kira know that this was all he wanted, all he'd wanted all those years apart. But when he spoke it didn't come out right.
He turned his head and kissed Eric, pushing his tongue between his friend's lips, feeling the inside of his mouth, tasting and remembering and reliving the last time they'd been in this room, naked and aroused.
"I want to fuck you," Lane said. "For me. And for Kira."
Eric looked first at Lane, nodding assent, and then at Kira as he turned and climbed onto the four poster. He grabbed hold of a post and held it tightly, wrapping his body around, then bending his back and spreading his legs. He was nearly side on to Kira, but wanted to make sure she would see everything, knowing how much she liked to watch. Eric nodded again, and she nodded back, naked, her eyes locked onto his.
Lane went to look for something in his briefcase and returned with a tube of Glide.
"You carry lube in your brief case?" Eric asked. Lane nodded. "Be prepared," he said. "Always the boy scout."
Lane was only semi-hard. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over to finger Eric's ass, then offered his cock to Kira in case she wanted to give him a hand.
She smiled and first letting the back of her foot caress up the side of Eric's leg then along Lane she wriggled closer to them letting soft nips on easily forgotten nerve endings in the neck rev her lovers up even more as she purred near each ones ears in turn. Hands caressing both of their firm proof of arousal.
Eric had expected Kira to watch Lane fuck him. Up close maybe, her face between their bodies, touching and guiding maybe, but still an observer, at least at first. Their tryst would culminate in a threeway, of course. They were the trio after all. But when they'd fucked for Kira before, she had this thing about watching. One of those gals who got off on gay guys fucking while she did whatever she did, fingered herself, smoked something, used toys, whatever.
But tonight, as Lane lined up his well-lubed cock with Eric' ass, and Eric spread himself on the bed, clutching the four poster, Kira's mouth was on his neck. And Lane's. And her hands on their cocks.
It was great, for sure. Threeway sex was more than a turn on. It was sensual and deviant at the same time, especially for a guy like Eric with all the hometown angsts he was forever trying to beat back. Not that his upbringing stopped him fucking whomever he liked. But it made everything a struggle when he didn't want it to be.
He felt Lane at his back and bent over further, lifting his ass, imagining his old friend eyeing his butthole. Then he felt the cool touch of the Glide as Lane dripped it into his butt crack and rubbed him down.
"Hold my cock, Kira," Eric said. "Stroke me as Lane fucks my ass."
A sensual insulation of her body as she purred there close to Eric. The more sensual sway of the belly dancing mastery she had used on more than one assignment with them swayed her form around him. She knew they both loved seeing her dance or even slither around a target as her eyes smoldering looked to Lane as her body slithered against Eric while she caressed his firmness and let her other hand dance down Lane's chest
Lane smiled at Kira as she caressed him. He heard Eric ask her to hold his cock, but Lane was happy to have her touch his chest. He knew that Kira would enjoy watching the two guys fuck, but the climax of the evening would be a threeway, a frenzied, all-bets-off fuckfest. And then in the morning they would rise and go about their business as if nothing had happened. That was her way. Their way. Or had been all that time back when they'd been together. Oh to get that time back again.
Lane smiled again, mouthed 'fuck' at Kira, sized up Eric's ass first with his eyes, then inserted his fingers, enjoying Eric's recoil and then pushback. He leaned forward and placed his mouth against Eric's ear.
Work always made them have to move on the next day as if they had not taken time for each other the night before and she had spoken long ago to Lane about hating how that happened and how she wanted more closeness between them. He had told her that it was there even if they dismissed it for work. Not this time. If the trio was back it was all or nothing.
As Kira watched, Lane thrust his cock into Eric's lubed ass. His friend tensed at the intrusion, and then relaxed into Lane's rhythm, bare skin slapping. Eric held tight to the bedpost, his back bent so his ass was up, giving Lane easy access. Lane took full advantage, thrusting hard and deep, only his right hand on Eric's hip and his left behind his head, so that Kira's view was unobstructed.
Eric was as willing as Lane remembered. It was hard to reconcile their ever splitting up given how well the two friends fitted together. But that was the nature of the work. You get close, you fuck, you want to do it again, and work makes it impossible.
"You like?" Lane turned to Kira and posed the question. He knew that from today he would fuck Eric whenever he wanted, work be damned. But Kira, making her happy was another proposition all together. She'd watch, pleasure herself he guessed, then they'd all fuck, and in the morning....Lane didn't just want to walk away. Not from Eric, not from Kira. "Fuck the agency," he said, and heard Eric laugh. He looked at Kira again to see her reaction.
She smiled hearing her words from 4 years ago fall from his lips this time.
Fuck the agency. Trio before everything and everyone else.
She purred watching them with a smile licking her lips moving to where Eric could reach her breasts with his lips and tongue if he wanted unless he wanted to go lower.
Lane's cock already deep in his ass, Eric moved around to face Kira. He loved how she was still in charge, still had a hold over them, even when she said nothing. And for a guy who was pretty much exclusively cock-oriented these days, Eric was mightily turned on by Kira.
She sat there for him, purring, licking her lips, leaning forward so that her tits were in reach of Eric's mouth, giving him the come on with her eyes, knowing that while he was occupied with Lane's cock, Eric was still a multi-tasker.
He looked again for permission. Kira was such a tease, such an edger, so unattainable, that he had always waited for her direction, her consent, in the past, before proceeding to pleasure her. It had to be just what she wanted, Eric knowing that whatever he could do to Kira and for Kira would be OK by him. Girls didn't turn him on much, but Kira was different. It was a power play for her, pleasing his mistress for him. He smiled back at her, Lane working his ass, as Kira nodded and smiled, her eyes lowering themselves to show the way. Eric looked down at her uncovered breasts, firm and tight and proud, and lower to her pussy where she was already playing. He knew he could start with her tits and then, when she signalled, go down.
Kira waited watching him. Wondering if all tne time apart caused such hesitancy and pondered moving back away from them. Perhaps the trio was over and the undressing was just habit with no interest or desire for anything more. He eyes then moved to Lane to see if he seemed to feel the same way