Suzanne Portnoy

The screen popped up on messenger.

‘Wanna fuck?’ he wrote. ‘Doctor Donny’ never was one for subtlety.

‘When?’

‘This morning,’ he wrote back.

‘What time?’

‘10am.’

‘Too late,’ I wrote back. ‘I have to leave for work. Besides it would have to be a threesome.’

‘Why?’

‘My swinging partner is here putting up a wall. I can’t leave him out.’

At 9am the doorbell rang. Wearing my leopard print high heels, hold ups and a see through babydoll I shouted from the stairs,’Travis Perkins?’ I was expecting the arrival of some plasterboard as well as Greg and Donny.

‘Yes,’ came the reply back from the other side of the door.

‘Hold on,’ I shouted and ran into my bedroom, kicking off my heels and grabbing a long, cotton kimino and wrapping it around myself before running back to open the door.

There stood Doctor Donny, just as I remembered him. Tall, dark hair, vaguely Mediterrean looking, unshaven and chewing gum.

‘I thought you were Travis Perkins,’ I laughed and flung off my robe. ‘I took off my high heels. Now you’ve spoiled the effect.’

‘You’re just as mad as ever,’ he said and kissed me.

‘C’mon,’ I said. ‘Let’s get started. Greg can join in when he gets here.’

We walked back upstairs to the bedroom where I replaced my high heels on my feet. Running into the bedroom for a quick swish of mouthwash to get rid of the taste of the coffee I’d just drunk, I bent over the bathroom sink. Donny’s hand was between my legs in seconds.

‘You’re already wet,’ he said. ‘That’s really hot.’

Within minutes I was even wetter as Donny’s hand fingered my pussy. Soon we were on the bed where his thick cock was pushing into me. I’d forgotten how thick he was. Despite being wet, he struggled to enter me.

‘I’ve missed this pussy,’ he said as he fucked me.

‘It has been a year,’ I said. ‘I haven’t been going anywhere. You could have come around any time.’

I heard the key turn in the latch.

‘We’re upstairs,’ I yelled to Greg.’Come join us.’ I had already sent him a text to let him know about Donny.

‘I have to park the car,’ he said. ‘Around the corner. Back in a few minutes.’

‘Fuck I’m going to come,’ said Donny. He whipped off the condom and shot his spunk all over my pretty nightie and on my chest, rubbing it into my body with his hand. By the time Greg came back into the house, he was hard again.

Ten minutes later Greg’s cock was getting hard in my mouth while Donny was pounding me from behind, still chewing gum.

‘Can you please take the gum out of your mouth?’ I said when I couldn’t stand the chomping noise any longer. It was distracting and putting me off my rhythm.

‘No,’ he said. ‘I like it. Keep it there all day.’ There is always a moment when I realise why a guy is fuck buddy and not boyfriend material. This was the moment.

Then we reversed positions, with Greg’s cock pushing into me so hard, I felt my pussy throbbing. I gagged on Donny’s cock.

After that, it was the inevitable double penetration. Well, I wasn’t not going to have DP. After all, I was with two guys with fantastically beautiful cocks. DP was always going to be on the cards. It was a special treat seeing Donny after so long… gum or no gum.

‘Lay down,’ I commanded Donny. I straddled his cock and then let Greg ease himself into my ass. It took awhile but eventually we got there. Bloody hell, they filled me up. I kissed Donny, gum still in his mouth.

Five minutes later I could hear Greg’s breathing change, feel his cock stiffen and knew his orgasm was impending. He has the most amazing orgasms. They go on for ever and he makes a sound that is so primal and so deep in his chest and so, well, manly. He doesn’t hold back and I like that about him.

‘Mmmm,’ I said. ‘That was nice and now I have to go to work. Thank God Travis Perkins was late!’

I grabbed my clothes and threw on a skirt and a blouse, the smell of the guys’ sweat still lingering on my body.

‘I want you to sit in your armchair, blindfolded and get yourself nice and wet ready for my arrival.’

I could hear the clock tower down the street strike 9am. That was the signal that soon I would hear the opening of the front door, his footsteps up the stairs, clothes dropping to the floor and, finally, my bedroom door opening.

For over a year now we’ve had the same monthly ritual. It works perfectly so why change it?

I sat in the armchair, wearing only a black and white lace suspender belt, a pair of navy blue sheer stockings, black platform boots with 5″ heels, black lace bra and a fuschia and black blindfold. My vibrator in my hand, I rolled it around my clit, my breath quickening as I heard his familiar footsteps. I was so close to coming, I was worried I might before he even touched me.

Then the door opened and I could hear him approaching. Soon, he pulled my face towards his cock. Soon it went hard. ‘Oh fuck,’ I heard him say. My mouth filled with saliva as he grabbed the back of my head, forcing his 9″ down my throat. I gagged. He felt so good. I had forgotten how fucking horny he always made me feel.

His hand reached between my legs. I was already dripping wet.

Then he pulled my legs quickly, repositioned himself so he was between my legs and thrust himself into me. I gasped, temporarily forgetting about the vibe and concentrating on the rhythmic movement of his cock sliding in and out of me.

‘Oh fuck,’ I said. ‘That feels so good. It has been too long. I forgot how good you feel inside me.’

‘Turn around,’ he said. I stood up, temporarily disorientated. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, guiding his cock to the tip of my pussy. I guided the vibe to my clit, feeling so close to coming but not wanting to come. He had only just arrived.

‘That’s good,’ he said.

We fucked for another 20 minutes or so, me coming on top grinding down on his cock. Then, like every other time, he jerked off, my index finger pressing down on his perineum while my mouth sucked on his balls. His spunk covered my face.

‘Good morning,’ he said and we both laughed.

‘Good morning.’