Ortolan

Harry is tightly bound to a sturdy wooden chair by lengths of jute, his arms and legs immobilized. I smirk as he struggles to escape the intricate bonds, his tense muscles flexing aggressively against the ropes and his eyes glaring just as aggressively into mine. He's already worked up quite the sweat, his white shirt sticking to his broad chest and his blonde hair damp from his exertions. "This is really quite entertaining, Harry," I remark as I sip on my champagne, looking him up and down. "I can see your mind racing, trying to figure out what I'm going to do to you. Well, don't you worry. I won't be doing anything to you, darling."

He responds with an unmistakable "fucking bitch," muffled by an uncomfortably tight cleave gag. I smile again, enjoying seeing him powerless for once, reduced to petty insults.

I glide towards the door behind him, his ragged breathing the only sound in the room now, and let him stew in anticipation while I slowly put the finishing touches for this evening together. Unzipping my skirt and feeling it slide down my stockinged legs, stepping each heeled foot out of the pool of fabric in turn as I unbutton my silk shirt. Decadent black lingerie with golden accents adorns my lithe frame and I admire myself in the mirror on the back of the door, savouring this moment, before reaching for the handle and turning it.

I know Harry can hear the click of the latch, the creak of the door in the frame. He listens intently, trying to decipher the height and weight of the owner of the footsteps entering the room. His head whips to the side when he catches their scent. His whole body goes rigid when he hears their voice. "Delia," Graham greets me, and I embrace him with a deep kiss as Harry thrashes with renewed vigor. I brush the messy curls out of his face and take him by the hand, leading him towards the bed. Ignoring our audience's grunts of rage I proceed to remove Graham's clothes, slowly. I spy erections growing on both men, and I give Graham's a firm squeeze over his slacks, watching Harry's twitch in response.

"It seems, despite his protests, Harry appears to be enjoying this. Doesn't he, puppy?" Graham responds with a moan of arousal. "You like seeing your wife and your boy-toy together? Seeing us in this beautiful matching lingerie?" Harry's eyes flick to Graham's cock bulging against black lace and he chokes out garbled expletives. I reach under the pillow for a collar I'd placed there earlier and Graham drops to his knees for me. "Such a good boy," I beam at him, and his face lights up at the words.

Graham had approached me about a month ago, booking an appointment with me in my therapy practice. Within a few minutes he was in tears, revealing his relationship with my husband and the guilt he'd been overwhelmed by when he discovered he was married. I was shocked, felt blindsided and like a fool for not seeing it earlier. I took my time to console Graham, I understood he felt just as betrayed as I did by this act of infidelity; Harry had lied to us both, and played with both our hearts. I moved to hold him and he collapsed in my arms sobbing. My hands traced across his strong back, rubbing him in consolation to start but soon exploration. My husband's hands had traced these shoulders too, had smelt the gentle note of shea butter lingering from the shampoo in his hair... Had tasted his lips.

Before I realised what I was doing I was holding his cheek in my palm and lifting my mouth to his. He tasted salty from his tears and he welcomed my tongue between his lips. Our first time had been fast and filled with passion, mounting him on the chez lounge in my office, with his dick pulled through his fly and my panties pulled to the side below my skirt, having not broken the kiss since it began. I'd ridden him hard, and he'd looked up at me with those big, brown eyes already so full of devotion. We'd talked more in the afterglow of the intense sex, his head in my lap as I petted his hair. About our separate relationships with my husband, how Graham had come to discover my existence. About what we both wanted moving forward, and in that moment we weren't sure of any plans except revenge. So we started to plot the best way to teach Harry a lesson and along the way developed an infatuation with each other.

Harry had never seen me take a dominant role before, but the dynamic had formed naturally for Graham and me, my sweet submissive verse. As we planned this evening he'd become my collared pup and I'm so proud of him for performing so well despite how nervous I knew he was. The collar clicks into place and I move my heel onto his chest, pushing him down onto the floor then kneeling over his face. He moans in appreciation, my musk heady in his nose as the soaked fabric of my panties presses into it. He knows to wait until he hears "lick," which I command as I look up at Harry. Over the lace his tongue begins to rake back and forth exactly how I trained him and my clit is firm and easy for him to find and suck at gently.

"Mmf, good puppy. Isn't he a good boy, Harry?" All I get for a response is a glare. "You know how talented he is with his mouth, don't you dear? It was really quite rude of you to keep him all to yourself you know. Don't worry, he and I have been making up for lost time these last few weeks. We've really fallen for each other in fact." I grind down harder into Graham's mouth. "And we thought it was only fair to share some of our love with you, after you were so selfish keeping us from each other so long." Harry's breathing has evened out but his eyes are no less intense, he barely blinks as he watches my fingers lace into Graham's curls below me. I savour the moment a little longer, his tongue bliss as it slips across me, then stand on notably weaker legs and shuck my bra and panties off. I take the soaked panties and drape them over Harry's face, his cock now leaking into his shorts as the intermingled scent of my juices and Graham's mouth overwhelms him. Graham's prick is ludicrously hard in his own panties, and I bend down to spring his member free of the elastic, leaving his balls covered in the lace where he lies in place obediently.

Whimpering in need he looks up at me as I gently kick his legs apart and take my place between them, grasping his member in my soft hands. I massage his length expertly, my digits exploring and squeezing him all over as I take in a deep breath of satisfaction. I finally have both of my men exactly where I want them, and I'm going to get everything else I want tonight too. I feel Graham pulsing in my palms in response to my rhythmic motions. Working him up and down in smooth movements, his breath hitching as I tease him to a hard edge. I can see him trying to hold back but when his hips start to hump back into my hand I pull my fingers away as he moans. I take a moment to scratch my fingernails over his full, tight balls before tugging on his panties and wordlessly instructing him to lift his hips so I can remove them.

He lies back on the floor, his head just out of range of the curled toes of Harry's feet, and finally we're both nude as I whip his underwear off legs before draping those over Harry's face too. I adjust the leg holes of each so that he can still see everything, looking like some sort of ridiculous lace luchadore mask. I then crouch over Graham's hard cock, the heat of it palpable as it twitches upwards trying to meet my wet lips. He's being so good, trying his best not to writhe, not to move his eager hands from his sides up to my silky thighs. I slowly reach for his hardness, rubbing it into my own heat, sliding it up and down my slit. He whines and I hush him, enjoying tormenting him with this tease. Back and forth I slide his tip between my folds, up to the hard bump of my clit and back down to where my hungry hole practically kisses him. When I can't wait any longer myself I plunge myself onto him all at once, my hips meeting his as I take a seat on top of him. He groans, feeling pleasure all the way to his gut as I envelope him, and I shift my feet forward and my hands back, coming to rest on Graham's ankles.

In this position I hold complete control of speed and thrust, and at the same time it gives Harry the best view of me fucking the 7 inches of Graham currently lodged inside me. So I look up at him in his chair as I slowly raise my hips, my copious wetness leaving Graham's dick slick and shiny. I roll my hips back down equally slowly, my stomach flexing like a belly dancer as I repeat the movement. It's sweet torture feeling his thickness penetrating me, stretching me out, and holding this slow pace. I grind forward to tickle my clit on Graham's soft pubic hair and my kegels squeeze a mewl out of both of us. After only a few minutes Graham has to call out "I'm close, Doctor," with a pained expression and I halt my movement entirely. Harry's eyebrows raise at the choice of honorific, I'm aware it's the same one they'd used together in their play. There's nothing of Graham's that Harry had that isn't now mine.

I exemplify this fact farther when I get up and fetch the lube and strap-on harness I had made in matching leather with Graham's collar. Tightening it around my hips and thighs, my soft flesh framed by burgundy. Sliding a toy into the o-ring as I rest on my knees between Graham's legs again, instructing him "legs up," and he immediately obeys. "No touching puppy." I say, as I slowly slide into him to the hilt in one long stroke.

His hips flex down onto me and he hisses "yes, Doctor." Not sure if I sense any hesitation in that hiss, I ask him for a traffic light check, and hear an eager "green!" in response.

I purr and grind my hips harder into him, beginning a slow rhythm of rutting into him. His strong thighs draping over mine, I thrust in and out, my surrogate cock sliding back and forth slickly inside him. I love watching the wispy hairs around his hole clinging to my slippery dick as I pull out, and I love the pulse of ecstasy I get when I grind my pubic bone down on him at the peak of each thrust. I hook my arms in his knees and bend forward, securing him prone under me and letting me fuck him even deeper. It also brings our faces within kissing distance, and I extend my lips down to his as I hold myself still inside him a moment.

The wet smacking of our kiss is punctuated by strangled moans as I sporadically grind into him, knowing he can feel the smile on my lips when I hear them. Breaking the kiss I look up to Harry and see his mask has slipped, revealing his wrinkled forehead and his eyes, wet and pleading. Both men are looking at me with a mixture of adoration, lust and desperation, and a warmth rushes through me. "Harry?" I call his attention to me. "Do you feel left out?" I ask earnestly. He squints but nods hesitantly.

I lean down to Graham again and whisper instructions to continue fucking himself slowly as I snap the dildo away from the harness. No cumming or touching his straining hard on though, of course. He whimpers his agreement and rolls onto his side while reaching behind himself. He puts on an adorable display as I move to stand, gasping and moaning quietly while his hand and hips move together to fuck himself for me. Harry's eyes stay tracked on the performance Graham is putting on as I step forward. He only notices how close I've gotten when I pluck the panties off his face, instinctually whipping his head round to face me but his eyes dart back and forth between mine, and our mutual lover on the floor.

"Like I said, Harry, you've been very rude. You've treated myself, and Graham, incredibly badly," I say. "However," I pause, and his eyes no longer stray from mine. "However, we wanted to see if you'd be willing to make amends and try to make something work between the three of us." His eyebrows raise in shock, but he knows me well enough to know I'm being sincere. "We don't hate you, Harry. We wanted to teach you a lesson, yes. But we're both deeply in love with you. We also happen to be in love with each other, now, and are willing to forgive your betrayal for the sake of all our relationships. Ultimately, we think we could all have a lot of fun together and would be open to trying it out, if you're also willing to."

Harry looks down to Graham, who is lost in an erotic fugue as he edges himself, humping the toy into his prostate over and over. Then he looks back at me. His immense mind is working at an equally immense speed, as he ponders the depths of this offer. I can see his thoughts racing, possibilities and probabilities being calculated rapidly. It's not a decision to make lightly, but I know he'll come to one quickly. He takes a deep inhale, holds it, and then nods slowly and firmly as he exhales. "Okay. I'm happy to release you right now but you must do as I say. Understood?" Another nod. "Puppy? Come help me with these ropes." Graham gently stills his movements and starts to slide the toy out of himself. "Ah!" I scold. "Who said you could stop fucking yourself? Put the toy on the floor and grind down onto it as you untie his legs."

Graham pants as he positions himself and I remove the gag from between Harry's lips. "You've really outdone yourself Delia, I had no idea you were capable of deceiving me. Of overpowering me," he says, genuinely impressed, after stretching his jaw.

"And from now on, don't forget that I am," I reply with the edge of a threat in my voice. "You just sit, stretch out if you like but I want you to stay in that chair," and I undo the restraints around his arms. He flexes his wrists and strips off his drenched, sweaty shirt, letting it fall onto the ground behind him. His abs ripple when Graham's hands touch his legs and he reaches down to loosen the buttons on his shorts and free his cock. He groans in relief, the head of his dick dark purple, angry with arousal.

As he rushes through the final knots, Graham catches my eye and whimpers wordlessly for permission which I grant him with a smile. He quickly bobs forward into my husband's lap and engulfs his raging prick in his mouth. Harry winces and makes a sharp, pained noise, the intensity of the feeling overwhelming him. "Sorry Doctor," Graham sputters between attempts to swallow the cock down his throat. "I just need your cock so badly." I entangle my fingers in his curls again and push him back down, choking him on all the dick he can take, reaching down with the other to fuck him with the toy he's still sitting on. Letting go, long strings of saliva connect Graham to the twitching, pulsing cock below him as he catches his breath. Turning back to look at me he croaks with deep sincerity "I need both my Doctors cocks!"

My cunt throbs and I take my place behind him where he kneels, massaging my hands over his wonderful body before taking a minute to try to reattach the strap-on to the harness while it's still inside Graham. We giggle as it slips out of him, but I deftly slip it back into place on me, then back into its place inside him. Graham moans as a long strand of pre-cum drips down towards the carpet below him, and he uses both hands to grasp onto Harry's thighs. Both men's cocks pulse in the heated eroticism of the room, both looking to me for instruction. The power I hold in this moment fills me with energy like it would a battery, charging me to full, making me feel electric. "Suck him, Puppy. You can cum when you taste his seed," I command, and Graham happily obliges.

The wet sounds of sex fill the room as we rock Graham back and forth between us, his mouth sucking at Harry's dick while his ass devours mine. Watching his head bob and listening to him gag while I feel his thighs slapping against mine. I thrust hard into him, challenging him to hold out from the orgasm he's riding the edge of. Harry's struggling too, gritting his teeth and holding onto the chair, overwhelmed by the pleasure of Graham's pillowy lips pistoning up and down his shaft. He alternates between sliding his tongue around the head of Harry's cock and trying to lap at the other man's balls, looking up at him, desperate to make him cum. Those pleading eyes are what does Harry in and he shouts out his satisfaction, holding Graham's head down and spilling down the throat he's lodged inside.

Graham feels the tell-tale throbs and pulses of Harry's orgasm and unleashes a muffled whine that vibrates down Harry's length, extending his pleasure. "Not until you taste it," I remind him, slowing my thrusts to a grind while wedged deep inside him. Harry smirks with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, enjoying the gargling noises of need this elicits from Graham. He holds for as long as he can stand after finishing emptying his balls, simultaneously testing how long Graham can hold his breath. Before wrenching Graham's mouth away from his dick, letting him take a deep breath and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, both of them tasting his cum.

At this moment I start to thrust hard and fast again, full strokes of the strap at full speed and Graham's ass cheeks begin to loudly clap against my skin. He cries into Harry's mouth and immediately starts his own orgasm, Harry's tongue invading him orally and my prick invading him anally. Cumming hands-free as I pound into him almost viciously, the inertia making his stiff cock flap wildly against his stomach as it erupts. He vocalises staccato shouts of joy with each thrust of my hips. And I don't let up until I feel his body go from rigid to malleable again, Harry guiding the weaker man to relax into his lap. Petting him and gently stroking his hair.

I slowly extract myself from him, a little moan escaping him when my cock pops out of his well-fucked hole. Reaching under him I run my hand over his stomach where some of the mess of his cum is cooling and dripping off him. Then I milk the last few drops from his deflating phallus into my palm, making him whimper with overstimulation. I shuffle forward to kneel with him and present the sticky fingers of one of my hands to him, which he languidly sucks. I bring the other up to Harry's face who licks at the mess, grabbing hold of my wrist to turn it, making sure he gets every drop.

We sit in the moment, the three of us together, as we all recover. I gently fuss over and praise Graham, stroking delicately along his back. Then I feel Harry's fingers tracing along my own spine. "I believe it's your turn to orgasm next," he says, and I smile warmly. The heat of my arousal is still burning red hot and my inner thighs are slippery with it. "How would you like to cum, Doctor?" Harry asks coyly, not in true submission but as a playful tease.

"Hmm. Graham, can you join us on the bed my sweet pup?" and Graham nods his agreement, crawling and climbing his way onto the sheets. I take my place in the middle of the bed with Graham to my left, feeling him nuzzle into my shoulder and start to suckle and lick at my sensitive neck and ear. "Harry, can you bring the dildo and grab a condom from the drawer?" I ask breathily under Graham's ministrations, and he joins me on the bed biting the wrapper of the condom open.

He slips the contraceptive over the used toy and leans in to kiss me as he lowers it between my legs. I'm so turned on there's no resistance, my back arches as he hilts it inside me. He growls in my ear and uses the heel of his palm to rub against my firm clit, a hard pulse of pleasure running all the way through me. He whispers frantically "fast or slow? Hard or soft?"

"Mm, hard please, but slow. I don't want to cum too quickly," I say between moans. He obliges me, steady but strong strokes that draw guttural sounds from me. Graham's lips have moved down to my dimpled nipples, using his fingers to tease the one he can't reach with his mouth. Twisting and tugging on it tentatively, tweaking it in a pulsing rhythm. Combined with the sensation of the thumping fucking Harry is giving me I'm quickly climbing to a peak despite my attempt to draw it out a little.